Your Majesty, the Spectacle Has Missed the Country!

As the commander of the Imperial Guards Division, Count Gerry Kermi officially took over the defenses of the entire central plains a week ago.

He has always been a die-hard supporter of the eldest prince Pitzman. He works hard in front of and behind the horse, and is highly trusted.

And he lived up to Pitzman's trust, leading the Imperial Guards Division to withstand the pressure of previous successive defeats and stabilize the defense line on the central plains.

Gerry Kermi's strategy is simple: drag.

Because in terms of food and grass supplies, no one force can compete with the eldest prince Pitzman, and he has long seen through the current situation of the second prince Retz, who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

Even with the support of Marshal Teodoro and the assistance of several famous Norman generals, if there is no food, grass, and supplies, it is a castle in the air that may collapse at any time.

Therefore, at this time, Gerry Kermi can be said to have a guaranteed victory. As long as he can withstand the pressure of these days, the situation on the battlefield will be reversed.

And he does have the confidence.

You must know that the Imperial Guards Division that defends the imperial capital of St. Lawrence is the absolute elite of the Norman army. Only the best among the major legions will become members of the Imperial Guards Division after selection. One member.

Gerry Kermi can responsibly say that even when faced with Odin's cavalry across the continent, the Imperial Guards Division is definitely capable of fighting.

It was with such sufficient confidence that Gerry Kermi could sleep peacefully in the tent at this time.

only……

As if in an instant, a pot suddenly exploded in the military camp.

Noises, noises, shouts of death...

When Gerry Kermi stood up, he could vaguely see the bright light in the military camp, even though he was separated by a layer of tents.

"Legion Commander! Legion Commander!"

The adjutant had no time to report, so he rushed into the camp in a hurry.

"What's wrong?"

Gerry Kormi frowned slightly.

"Fire! Fire everywhere!"

"Fire? He's the cook accompanying the army..."

Before Gerry Kermi could finish speaking, the adjutant interrupted him breathlessly: "It's the Second Prince's army! They took advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack on us!"

"What?!"

Gerry Cormi stood up suddenly, picked up the sword that was lying aside, and opened the tent.

The area outside the camp had turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the soldiers' shouts of killing resounded through the night sky. The troops under the command of the second prince Reitz were rushing in around the damaged camp, slaughtering the Guards soldiers who were still sleeping.

"Damn it! As a noble, Rez actually used such despicable and despicable methods!"

Gerry Kermi hissed angrily.

However, angry roars cannot change the current situation.

The soldiers of the Imperial Guard Division could only pick up their weapons in a hurry to resist these menacing enemies.

The dark night illuminated by the blazing fire, the clash of swords and the angry roar scared away the night owls on the treetops. Tonight in the central plains, there is destined to be only one winner.

…

A week later.

Imperial City, St. Lawrence.

Saint Lawrence, shrouded in darkness, actually looks no different from ordinary small towns on the mainland.

The vast imperial palace and the towering Mage Tower standing in Xicheng District were both shrouded in the seemingly endless darkness. Only a vague outline could be seen under the mottled moonlight.

The entire city was extremely quiet, and only when a patrol holding a torch passed by could there be a burst of scattered footsteps.

The Lion Manor is located in the northwest corner of the imperial capital, St. Lawrence. Since it was also late at night, only the mottled figures and dim candlelight could be seen on the streets near the Lion Manor.

This is a place where nobles socialize and gather.

Magic street lamps are something that only the Principality of Idar has, but the nobles living in the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence used pure gold candlesticks and countless candles to decorate the manor brightly.

Many pieces of rare leather were sewn into large carpets and laid on the finely carved floor.

The stained glass windows around the walls are painted with emblems and patterns symbolizing the royal family, which look even more noble and respectable in the flickering candlelight.

At this moment, a grand dinner was going on in the Lion Manor. Countless servants were running around the manor, serving the noble master who was laughing heartily, as well as the dignified noble ladies.

Those bulky aristocratic gentlemen held their wine glasses high and exchanged stories about each other's extravagant lives. There were even lustful men who got together from time to time and reached a verbal agreement to talk all night long.

"Those Odin men... although they all look fierce, they are actually fierce in appearance. I killed several ferocious-looking Odin men one after another, and the rest were afraid and did not dare to act rashly. !”

At the banquet, a middle-aged noble boasted proudly.

"Count Cornet, tell us quickly, what do those Odin people look like?"

Beside the middle-aged noble, a group of noble ladies opened their eyes curiously, and were particularly interested in Count Cornet's story.

For these noble ladies who have never left the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence, the ferocity of the Odinians is just a concept that stays on paper.

They had heard about the changes that had taken place in the northern Xinjiang, and also heard about the Odin people's treatment of the nobles, but... they had only heard about it.

And now, Count Cornet, a nobleman from the eastern part of the empire, has moved to the imperial capital of St. Lawrence, bringing these innocent girls living in the noble manors adventure stories that make them feel climaxed one after another.

In the story of Count Cornet, this handsome middle-aged nobleman once personally fought bravely with the Odin people and wandered between life and death countless times.

Although his weathered face has long shown the wrinkles left by the years, he still attracts the attention of these noble ladies with his stories.

"If you ask me, among the armies of the Odin Empire, the strongest is the astonishing Odin Cavalry!"

Count Cornet cleared his throat and spoke with great emotion: "Those Odin cavalry are all riding tall and powerful northern war horses, wearing short animal skin jackets, and holding huge axes. They only need to fight hard for a moment." If you wave it, you can separate the heads of ordinary people!"

"Then have you ever had a duel with Odin's cavalry?" a noble lady asked with admiration.

"Of course!" Count Cornet said sternly: "Even I can only fight one against three. If there are a few more Odin cavalry, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to stand here today, alas..."

As he spoke, Count Cornet couldn't help but sigh in a dignified manner.

"Since Count Cornet is so heroic, why do you need to leave the eastern part of the empire?"

At this moment, an unfriendly voice came from the side.

Although the story of Count Cornet fascinates the noble ladies, for the rest of the noble gentlemen...

Ah!

We are all nobles. I don’t know what kind of virtues nobles have?

One versus three, a stalemate with Odin's cavalry?

I bother!

"Are you..." Count Cornet frowned slightly, but still asked patiently.

"I am the Marquis of Soto, Johann Graf!" said the rude young man.

"Johann, don't be rude!"

Behind the young man, a graceful female noble came over and softly scolded the young man who refuted Count Cornet.

"I am Johann's sister, Philona Graf. Dear Count Cornet, please forgive my brother for his rudeness."

The female noble's words were quite sincere, and even made people feel a hint of guilt from the heart.

"Marquis Soto's doubts are indeed very reasonable."

Count Cornet waved his hand quickly, then changed his tone and said: "The reason why I left the eastern part of the empire is... I still have my family and children. Even if I can fight in close combat with Odin's soldiers, But I cannot ignore my family! I must keep the blood of the Cornet family alive forever..."

As he said this, Cornette looked miserable, and even a trace of tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes:

"How I wish I could fight those Odin people, but I must also take into account the continuation of the family. Therefore... all the nobles who came to the imperial capital Saint Lawrence with me will selflessly donate their wealth. We gave it to the current Duke of Idar, hoping that he can take our long-cherished wish to reorganize his troops and stand firm in the eastern part of the empire..."

Hearing this, all the aristocratic ladies present felt sad, and felt a little more sympathy for Earl Cornet in front of them.

"Can……"

Johann wanted to say something else to refute Earl Cornet's words, but was quickly interrupted by his sister.

"Your bravery and selflessness are astonishing, Honorable Count Cornet."

Fiona Graf doesn't shy away from her praise.

After saying goodbye politely to Count Cornet, Fiona dragged her brother towards the other side.

"Filona, ​​why don't you let me expose this hypocritical guy!"

In the corner, Johann broke away from his sister's hand with dissatisfaction and whispered:

"That Count Cornet is a real liar! You have already found out clearly that these guys who came to the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence were all scared to death by Odin's army. As for the wealth they lost, it was not the so-called A gift, but a toll forcibly withheld by Duke Idar!”

After leaving the crowd, Fiona's voice became colder:

"What's the use of exposing him? Your approach has no value or effect except that it will expose the fact that our family has been snooping for information and make enemies with those nobles from the east of the empire!"

Hearing this, Johann looked a little wilted: "Oh...it's just sister, what's the use of you always inquiring about the intelligence of the western and eastern parts of the empire? No matter which majesty wins this war, we are still the same." Nobility of the land.”

"Besides, aren't the armies of your two majesties locked in a stalemate on the central plains?"

"No! This war is definitely not as simple as you expected, and... this evening, the informant sent by the family has already sent the news..."

Speaking of this, Fiona couldn't help but stop and kept silent.

"What's wrong? Ferona, can you tell me everything?" Johann asked.

"The Norman Empire is about to change..."

…

In fact, the Norman Empire was indeed about to change.

Although Reitz's night attack on the central plains was not in line with the tradition of the nobility, it achieved extremely impressive results.

The Imperial Guards Division, which had just been dispatched to the front line by the eldest prince Pitzman, hardly played any role and was beaten to pieces in this sudden night raid.

The army under Reitz also took this opportunity to launch a massive attack, uprooting the eldest prince Pitzman in one fell swoop and setting up a defense line in the central plains. This broke the original stalemate and caused a shocking change in the situation in the interior of the empire in an instant. .

You know, the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence is located in the southwest of the central Great Plains, and with the defeat of the Imperial Guards Division, Reitz's army has been able to march straight in and approach the city of Imperial Saint Lawrence!

"Asshole! The royal family has been completely disgraced by Rez! Such a dirty, despicable and shameless sneak attack is a blasphemy against the dignity of the royal family!"

In the palace, the furious Pitzman kicked over several desks and hacked to death several death row prisoners, but he still could not calm down the anger in his heart.

"Your Majesty, we need to make plans early now..."

Yersen Paris, Duke of Dorne, who was temporarily appointed as Lord Privy Seal by Pitzman, said in a deep voice.

"Have you planned ahead? What plan? Even if Reitz breaks through the central plains and successfully reaches the city of St. Lawrence, so what?"

"The Imperial Guard Division that defends the imperial capital still retains a large number of elites who have not been mobilized. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net plus the Imperial Guards, the local army guarding the southern part of the empire, and soldiers recruited from among the people, guard the Holy Land. Lawrence is more than enough!" Pitzman said with a serious face.

"There are also military pay and food supplies, Your Majesty." The Duke of Dorne added.

Today, due to various reasons, among the five regent dukes in the regency council, Duke Yersen Paris of Dorne has completely sided with the eldest prince Pitzman.

"That's right! There is also food, grass and military pay. Before Rez's army comes to the city, Yersin Paris, I order you to get more than enough food, grass and military pay from the pockets of civilians and nobles to last for half a year or even longer. !" Pitzman said.

"As you wish, my Majesty, but... I have to remind you that if the news of the defeat in the Central Plains reaches the ears of those nobles, it is likely that a large number of nobles will flee the imperial capital in the past few days. "The Duke of Dorne said seriously.

"Then seal the city gate and don't allow any nobles to leave! In order to continue the orthodoxy of the Norman Empire, those nobles who have nothing to do all day always have to make some contributions."

"As ordered..."