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The next morning it was snowing outside the palace of the King of Palawon, and it was bitterly cold. Troops were still arriving from all parts of Brittany, and the barren land of Palawon was now full of camps.
Inside the manor, Veronica and Teresa, who had just been conferred the title the day before and had now become the hottest topic in the country and the targets of envy and jealousy of countless witches and women, were still lying on the large bed in the king's bedroom.
Veronica, the new Countess of Troyes, the female Speaker, had a rosy complexion. Her skin was moist and glossy, and her long dark brown hair draped over her shoulders. Half of her breasts were faintly discernible under the soft quilt. Under the quilt, her delicate feet were wrapped in black translucent Lycra diamond-shaped silk pantyhose. A small bow tie swayed, and under the thin silk pantyhose, red nail polish painted on the white and delicate nails, which were particularly breathtaking.
"Ouch, my waist is sore and my legs are weak. This bastard is like a bull. I'm really going to fall apart." Veronica woke up and wanted to move, but she found that her legs were too weak, and her waist and eyes were too sore. She could only lie down. She casually glanced at Teresa, who was lying next to her and wrapped in a quilt. She was her nominal sister and rival for most of her life. She couldn't help but mock, "Since you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep. He's gone, so who are you pretending to be asleep for? Show me? I have no interest in watching a woman sleep. "
Teresa opened her eyes. The sunlight from the snowy day outside shone through the curtains. The sorceress flipped over, and her alluring cleavage almost popped out. The new Countess of Brest's face was so red that she almost couldn't see anyone. She wrapped herself in the blanket and used all her strength to reach out and search the bedside. She found her gold-rimmed glasses with purple butterfly patterns. "Good … Good morning, Veronica."
"Heh, speaking of which, after so many years, this is the first time the two of us are together … It's quite strange." Veronica turned around and adjusted the pillow. She leaned on it, her face full of disdain. "I really didn't expect our little princess to be as weak as the rumors say. She's so weak that it makes one's hair stand on end. Did you last twenty minutes?"
"I … I don't know why this happened either." Teresa was no longer the noble, glamorous, and aloof Ice Sorceress of the Holy Domain. She simply could not put up a strong front in front of Veronica. She could only defend herself in a low voice, "It's always been like this. I'll soon run out of strength, and then let him do whatever he wants."
"No wonder you always drag Olica or … someone else with you." Veronica said disdainfully, but the female speaker blushed when she remembered that she had "teamed up" with Olica or Morgiana many times. The female speaker crossed her arms and said rather unconcernedly, "Alright, it's true that there's nothing wrong with being with you. How about it? Now that you've been conferred a title, you don't lack status, honor, or wealth. You should go back and tell your troublesome sister to calm down and stop causing trouble for Laing."
"I'm me, and she's her. Mother only asked for the title for Xi 'er." Speaking of this, Teresa was even more embarrassed. The sorceress shook her head. "I also didn't expect Laing to confer a title on me."
"It's normal that Laing conferred a title on you!" Veronica sneered. "Did you notice? What does Laing's edict say? It praises you for being considerate, for being good at intelligence work, and for having a good personality and a pure nature. And compared to me, he gave you an extra twenty square kilometers of land. Do you think he only gave you a title? He gave all three of you! "
Teresa did not answer. The sorceress seemed to have thought of something and snorted with a red face. "I can't control mother's affairs. Whatever."
"Hey! Whatever ~ "Veronica purposely raised her voice and imitated Theresa, who was so embarrassed that she didn't dare to face anyone.
"Don't always shut yourself in your ivory tower. If you're not doing research, then you're doing intelligence work." Veronica did not want to delve into it. After all, they shared the same man. She only reminded Veronica, "Do you know why he personally came to confess to me and you on the day he was conferred a title? Why did he take us out to review the army and arrange for us to go together at night? "
"I know." Teresa nodded silently. Laing was using his attitude and his wings to protect her and Veronica. Otherwise, countless reports, impeachments, and objections would have already reached Morgiana's desk.
"Sometimes I think you're really stupid, and sometimes I think you're pretending to be stupid." Veronica sighed. "Fortunately, you met Laing, who dotes on you and remembers your kindness. He protected you and let you grow up slowly. Otherwise, you'd be just another idiot who was cheated of money and sex."
Teresa's face darkened after hearing that. The sorceress thought to herself, I'm not that weak.
"By the way, Veronica, there's something I want to ask you … Have you ever had any strange dreams, or scattered fragments occasionally appear in your mind?" Teresa hesitated for a moment. After serving Laing together for the first time, the sorceress felt that there were some things she could tell Veronica. "Since a few years ago, I found that sometimes strange fragments flashed in my mind. A very familiar place, a strange dream, me and … my mother sitting somewhere, unable to move."
"For example?" Veronica asked casually.
"Sometimes I receive a lot of knowledge in the dream. Sometimes, some strange fragments flashed in my mind, such as some clothing techniques and habits." Teresa was a little confused. "You know, Veronica, I used to like to wear trousers, leather pants, and boots. I rarely wear stockings. But since two or three years ago, I've been wearing stockings all the time. Otherwise, I'll always feel that something is missing. It's very unnatural, both physically and mentally."
"It's nothing important. Probably Laing instilled it into you through his psionic energy. That bastard only likes that. My habit of wearing stockings all the time was also cultivated by Laing." Veronica did not mind. "You'll get used to it. He likes it when you wear it for him."
"Is that so?" Teresa was still a little puzzled, but she no longer doubted it.
It seemed that she was overthinking.
The two new duchess and the Sanctum witch were really tired. They chatted for a while before they got up and took a bath. They asked Sylvia to come over and change the sheets before they went back to their own tents to rest.
On this day, Laing once again inspected the Brittany Royal Guards.
The political commissar of the First Guards Cavalry Regiment, Berliat, and Foreign Affairs Minister Talleyrand followed him throughout.
Training for battle, and daring to win!
To further improve the combat effectiveness and cohesion of the troops, to improve the mental and physical appearance of the Brittany knights and soldiers, and to establish a good image of the army of knights, to ensure that they could "pull, charge, and win" at critical moments.
In late December of Year 2521 of the Empire Calendar, the Brittany Royal Guards underwent physical training under the inspection of the Sun Wang Laing. A comprehensive inspection of the overall physical condition of the troops was in preparation for the upcoming battle.
The Supreme Command combined the current work situation with the soldiers' physical condition and discussed with the marshals. They arranged a reasonable time for the test and formulated a detailed training plan. The training included endurance tests and some adaptability tests. It was a more comprehensive understanding of the soldiers' physical condition, which would be a reference for the battle with the Orcs.
The main content of this training included: security tactics, line advance, armed cross-country, long spear and halberd formation, knight group charge, two-handed greatsword formation, flintlock grenadier volley, and other training subjects. During the training, the participating officers and soldiers were full of spirit, their military formation was strict, their slogans loud and meticulous, fully displaying the good spirit of the Brittany Royal Guard Legion.
Through this physical fitness and tactical test, they had fully grasped and understood the team's comprehensive ability and overall quality. They had effectively honed the soldiers' willpower and physique, fully stimulated their potential, and improved their physical quality. This had laid a solid foundation for the upcoming battle and the series of difficult battles that would follow.
Brittany Sun Wang Laing Macado, First Marshal Berchemund Bastogne, Second Marshal François Winford, Northern Marshal Duke Lauen Connet, Continental Army Marshal Caramel Caramel, Old Guard Marshal Bertrand, First Marshal Pike Cavalry Legion Marshal Rokossovsky, and Marshal Musillon Legion Marshal Davu also participated in the training and gave high praises. Laing said, "The Royal Guards are the most decisive combat force of the Knight King Kingdom. They are also the core combat force of the Knight King Kingdom. You have to maintain a good mental state and combat discipline at all times. Stay close to the Lady of the Lake and the King. You are the strong backing of Brittany. Continue to improve your combat skills and physical fitness to prepare for our alliance with the Wood Elves and the coming final moments."
After the inspection, François came to Laing. The old father-in-law smiled and said, "Your Majesty, we have already gathered 60,000 people. It's about enough. There's no need to gather more."
"Yes, I understand." Laing nodded slowly.
Currently, there were already 60000 Breton soldiers gathered in Palawon. They were made up of 40000 field elites and 20000 semi-professional security forces. Apart from that, there were also a total of 120000 logisticians.
According to the information from the Wood Elves, although the Wood Elves were still gathering their troops, it was estimated that there would be at least 19000 Wood Elves in the field formed by the various kingdoms. The Wood Elves would be led by Queen Alaier's Chosen Champion Aralos and her two daughters, the Twilight Sisters.
This was already an army of 80000 soldiers. Francois meant that this was more than enough, and that was it.
To put it bluntly, there were only about 70000 soldiers in the entire Britannia's field army. Leon had already gathered 40000 soldiers, and any more would affect the security and defense of the country. The entire Britannia only had a population of about 8 million, so the standing field army and the semi-professional public security force of the Duchy of Britannia could be counted as 250-300 thousand soldiers. After deducting the cost of raising the knights, the total number of soldiers would be about 200,000-220,000. Leon had mobilized 60,000 soldiers, including 40,000 field soldiers, in order to eliminate Maguire, and that was quite a lot.
Even if logistics weren't taken into consideration, there were many times when more soldiers weren't necessarily better. Instead, it was more important to have a field army that could fight.
Laing thought back to a certain island country in his previous life that was ridiculed as a "village chief fighting". In the famous first battle of the Genpei War, how was the military strength of both sides recorded in the history books?
The Minamoto Clan had a military strength of 40,000.
The Taira Clan's Taira Weisheng had a military strength of 70,000.
Just from this alone, it wasn't a village chief fighting at all. This was a large-scale battle of 100,000 people.
However, in the memories and some words of the samurai from both sides, how many soldiers did the two armies have in total?
4000.
Wasn't it contradictory?
No, it wasn't contradictory at all. The 40,000 and 70,000 were true, and the 4000 added together was also true.
Because the truth was that only 4000 people came to the battlefield to fight!
Similarly, the ancient large-scale battles with hundreds of thousands of people were also exaggerated. The older the battle, the harder it was to verify and the easier it was to boast. The more recent the battle, the more complete the historical records were, and the more accurate the numbers were.
For example, in the Battle of Saar Hu in his previous life, the Celestial Empire claimed to have 470,000 soldiers, but how many soldiers did it have?
It wasn't accurate, but it could be verified. When Zhang Taiyue was in power, he carried out an extremely comprehensive reorganization of the Liaodong Army. In the end, it was estimated that there were 83000 soldiers. Later, in the Battle of Wenlu Qingchang, the Celestial Empire lost a battle. Even if there were a certain number of replacements, the Celestial Empire could at most organize an army of 100,000.
The 80,000 soldiers of the Brittany and the wood elves were quite a lot, especially since most of them were field armies. Laing suspected that if he used these 80,000 soldiers well, he might be able to fight his way into Ossouin's Phoenix King's Court and capture Finnuba alive.
Thinking of this, Laing couldn't help but smile.
This time, I will definitely kill Mogul's ass!
While he was still thinking, Berliat came over: "Your Majesty, Dugan of Steel and his Black Gunpowder Brotherhood have arrived."
"Good!" Laing's eyes lit up: "I want to see what surprises Dugan of Steel has brought us this time."
Since they were going to fight in the wood elves' Azoloren, the human army had to accept one of the wood elves' conditions — they were not allowed to use cannons.
In other words, in this war, the knight army would be restricted by two situations. First, they were not allowed to use cannons and destructive magic to damage the Great Forest of Azoloren. Second, the terrain of the Great Forest made it difficult for the heavy knights to perform.
Similarly, the Emmanuel class Land Cruiser that Laing had painstakingly obtained could not be driven into the forest, which was very regrettable.
However, the Brittany did not have any objections to the wood elves' request. Going to the enemy's home and using cannons to destroy a line was indeed … not good, and it was easy to anger the ancient Treants. However, Laing also made it clear that cannons were not allowed. Guns were a must, and Aleil also agreed.
In a camp in Palawon, a thick smell of black gunpowder wafted out from a stone warehouse transformed into a dwarven engineer's laboratory.
The door was tightly shut, and the sound of steam gushing and metal clashing could be heard from time to time from inside.
After many years, the dwarven engineer, Dugan Ironman, had finally broken through to the legendary realm with a large amount of funds and endless experiments. He was currently undergoing the final tests. He wore a monocle helmet, carried a steam backpack on his back, and had a dwarven rune shotgun at his waist. A steam-powered war hammer was placed not far away.
"Ah, the gears here need to be slightly repaired. Also, can this position …" Dugan was still studying when his son, Barry Ironman, slammed on the door of the warehouse. "Father! Father, His Majesty is here. His Majesty is here to see our new invention! "
"Ouch!" Dugan was startled, and the screw in his hand fell to the ground. The engineer could not find it for a moment, and he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. "Damn you little mustache, when will you learn to be steady and patient?"
"Forget it, that's it!" Dugan Ironman checked again. He picked up the steam-powered war hammer and hung it on his back, and then picked up a portable rotary cannon from the ground.
Its scientific name was Steam Assisted Rotary Crank Gun (Prototype 2).
The door opened wide, and the chief engineer raised his new weapon in front of everyone. On the cannon, eight slender black barrels spun at an extremely fast speed, and in a few seconds, dozens of tongues of fire were shot into the sky!
"Hahaha! Chaotic bastard! Your dwarf grandpa is ready! "
Laing looked at the new toy in Dugan's hand and could not help but click his tongue in wonder.
Dwarven Treen?
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