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When Karon Castle fell, the Brittany Holy War Army was slowly advancing along the mountain path of the Axe Bite Pass.
The Royal Regent, Lauan, and Marshal Kalad were at the front, while Laing, Berchemund, and his father-in-law led the Knight Army to slowly follow from behind. The Axe Bite Pass was a mountain path, and the supply line was weak without a river, so they couldn't move quickly.
The Northka Dwarves, under the leadership of Lord Balder and his brother Thor, walked through the Earth Vein Network, but soon after, they received sad news. Callak – Breezy Castle had fallen, captured by the Skaven Rat Men. Since then, the last Dwarven Fortress in the Northern Grey Mountains had fallen.
The Twilight Sisters' Aleil Army walked the roots of the Oak Tree. The Wood Elves didn't want to be on the same side as the Dwarves. These people were still mourning the deaths of Queen Aleil and King Laing, so the morale of the Wood Elves was low. The Twilight Sisters couldn't do anything about it, as they weren't good at inspiring morale.
Even so, there were still some Elves and Dwarves in the Holy War Army.
The eldest son of King Belegar Ironhammer of the Eight Peaks, Little Sol Green, led a small team of Dwarves with small moustaches to follow the Holy War Army, and volunteered to be a scout team. Jed Sincere drove his own rotorcraft all day long, and on the Wood Elves' side, Aralos led his own Grey Cloak Team to follow behind the Old Guard. Similarly, the Wood Elves under Aralos' command were also low in morale. These warriors who had been tortured and suffering could only follow the hero Aralos closely, seeking their final release.
The three Kislöw Guards enjoyed the high altitude and biting cold winds of the Grey Mountains. For Mrs. Kiesler, Brittany was too warm.
Duke Juan Carlos of Magritte, the Estalian Militia, carefully selected to form a 6000 strong army, cursed the bone-piercing ice of the Grey Mountains. The Estalians weren't used to this kind of cold.
Year 2525 of the Empire Calendar, a day in late summer.
The bone-chilling wind was endless, sweeping down from the towering mountain peak with the screams of collapsing echoing along the way. The empty sky was stirred into a pile of twisted rainstorm clouds, surging violently as if a pair of giant hands were tearing the sky apart.
Talleyrand, the Foreign Minister of Brittany, wrapped himself tightly in a waterproof robe. Cripple cursed the damned weather and complained about why General Leon had appointed him to accompany the army. Cripple only wanted to enjoy his breakfast of hot coconut goat milk and paimon soup in his own manor, instead of sleeping in the open and eating in the open.
"Lord Talleyrand, I'm surprised you've followed me." General Zhukefu of the First Guards tried to strike up a conversation with the grumbling High Elf, but he appeared a little stiff. "I believe you can play your role."
"You might as well say that I can play an important role in this great Holy War, and that the high elves have joined as well. This symbolizes the great unity of our race and nation under the leadership of the Sun King." Talleyrand squinted. "Then, 'long live the unity of the world'," he said. "Wouldn't that be enough for you?"
Those words left Zhukefu speechless, and the Kislöw general was so stifled that he couldn't think of a response.
The winged cavalry around them couldn't help but snicker.
Zhukefu's face flushed red, and he couldn't help but say, "Sir Talleyrand, I respect you very much."
"You can call me by my name, general. We are both servants of the Sun King." Talleyrand smiled stiffly and took out a bottle of rum from his waist. He drank two mouthfuls and felt much better. "I'm not a Chaos Demon, so you don't have to be so afraid of me. And as far as I know, you're not afraid of Chaos Demons. In the north of Kislöw, you've personally led the Bear Cavalry into battle more than once, and many Chaos Demons were killed by you. In that case, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I'll eat you? "
"I'm only afraid of one thing, and that is stupidity." Zhukefu could only say, "I always feel that in your eyes, I've always acted very stupidly."
"Wow, my general, I can't help but think highly of you." Talleyrand rubbed the surface of the steel bottle with his hand and smiled. "Then I think you must be living in an inferiority complex every day."
Zhukefu's smile stiffened. "Talleyrand, I respect you very much, but that doesn't mean you can test my bottom line again and again."
"I heard that Raymond became a marshal." Talleyrand ignored Zhukefu's words and continued, "What do you think?"
Kislöw's expression changed. He didn't know what to do with Talleyrand's behavior. Seeing that Talleyrand was staring straight at him, he could only say, "I respect His Majesty's decision. Marshal Raymond might be a good choice."
"Pfft." Talleyrand couldn't help but laugh. "I was expecting a more satisfactory answer from you, Georgi."
"I said that I respect His Majesty's decision. I like order and fight for the recovery of Brittany and Kislöw. I'm not the kind of person you think I am." Zhukefu could only reluctantly organize his words.
"I also like order, especially rules. But I don't like law, especially continental law." Talleyrand smiled. "Then I can understand. My general, you also think that Marshal Raymond, who rose from the grassroots and was a woodworker twenty years ago, is worthy of the honor of being a marshal, right?"
"Your conclusion is almost the same as my answer." Zhukefu nodded. His bald head shone brightly under the reflection of the snowy peaks of the Grey Mountains.
"Very few people don't have other thoughts after taking control of the army that symbolizes the country's last lifeline and the strongest fighting force." Talleyrand's expression was calm, but his words made Zhu Kefu's heart beat wildly, and even made him look around.
Zhukefu was now the general of the First Guard Cavalry Legion and the commander of the Kislöw Guards. In other words, he had control of at least half of the troops that Kislöw hoped to restore the country.
"Oh, my general, why is your face red?" Cripple stopped halfway and asked with a smile.
"I'm full of energy!" Zhukefu hurriedly said.
"Why is your face turning yellow again?" Talleyrand was laughing in his heart.
"Cold protection …" Zhukefu couldn't continue lying. "Our Mrs. Kiesler is like this. Her face will turn yellow in cold weather. It's a self-protection mechanism."
"Then are you interested in the title of marshal?"
"Me? I'm satisfied with my current glory and the achievement of resisting the Chaos in the North for ten years as General Örengrád. I don't lack wealth either. "
"Yes, of course you don't lack wealth. Not to mention other things, the wealth you brought back from the front lines is enough to fill dozens of carriages, right?" Talleyrand said casually.
Zhukefu's face was ashen. He was silent for a few seconds before saying, "I took all of that from the enemy."
"Yes, you are."
Talleyrand didn't say anything else. He shut his mouth.
That night, in the king's red and blue tent at the Axe Bite Pass Relay Station.
Talleyrand quickly opened the tent door and entered after announcing his arrival. It was very warm inside because Veronica's witchcraft brazier was lit in the corner. There was also the familiar sound of mahjong playing.
Suria, the queen of the Knight King, Morgiana, the witch of the Lake Goddess, Veronica, and the head maid Sylvia were sitting together playing mahjong. It was a lively scene. There were chips on the table. Talleyrand only had time to glance at them and saw that the chips were written "one day." Suria had the most chips, piled up like a small mountain. Morgiana and Veronica came in second. Sylvia only had a few chips. Suria gently took out a handful of chips and handed it to Sylvia. "Alright, don't say that I didn't give you a chance this time."
"Come on! This time, you'll have to go all out! Madam Suria! "Veronica rolled up her sleeves and was ready to go all out.
"Since Madam has asked for it, then I can only obey." Sylvia looked reluctant, but she was actually very eager to try.
"I'm just playing." Morgiana was very conservative. If it wasn't for Suria's request, she wouldn't even want to participate.
Where was Laing?
Laing was holding a bunch of skewers and grilling them by the stove. He sprinkled cumin and controlled the heat. There was also a big pot of beef borscht stewing next to him, giving off a tempting aroma.
"Talleyrand, what's the matter?" Laing asked casually. Talleyrand was his personal vassal. "Come, try my borscht. What do you think?"
"I wouldn't dare to disobey." Talleyrand didn't hesitate and sat down to eat.
He wasn't a vassal, but a servant, not a subordinate, but a friend. This was the position Talleyrand had given himself.
While he was at it, Cripple told Laing the whole conversation.
"Then, do you think he should be given the title of marshal?" Laing was silent for a few seconds. The Sun King sighed. "Actually, according to Zhu Kefu's achievements, there shouldn't be a problem. His military ability is even better than the late Constantine (Rokossovsky). Constantine's military plans are often too risky, and he wants to squeeze the potential of the army to the extreme. Therefore, he must be matched with a fierce general like Kalad, who has strong execution ability and is brave and fearless."
"Your Majesty, have you trained a dog before?" Talleyrand said. "Dogs will hurt their owners if they're too hungry. If they're too full, they'll lie down and sleep, ignoring their owners."
"Then you think the same as me." Laing smiled. "Loyalty! Honesty! "
"He's very useful, at least before Kislöw succeeds in reviving the country. As for that rotten land of Kislöw, his talent can be used for a lifetime. It just needs to be used carefully." Talleyrand was silent for a few seconds. "Your Majesty, did you have similar considerations when you asked me to come?"
"What do you mean?"
"I've been thinking, what should we do after we enter Brunswick?"
"That depends on the decision of the Empire's parliament." Laing narrowed his eyes. "What about Frey?"
"What about Frey? What about us?" Talleyrand thought for a moment. "May I ask, Your Majesty, if Frey can be appointed as the crown prince, what will you do? I'll also prepare a diplomatic strategy. "
"Be the Shao Emperor," Laing said softly.
"What if you can't do it?"
"Be the Overthrowing Emperor."
"Understood. Then Your Majesty, please look forward to my future performance." Talleyrand smiled. "Also, please be victorious!"
"You don't believe in my strength?"
"Your Majesty, besides military victory, isn't there also technological victory, cultural victory, and religious victory?"
"Hahahahaha!" The tent was filled with the laughter of Laing and Talleyrand.
There was also Veronica's roar. "Glory! End of the Line! Ruby plate! The two days are mine! "
… I have to win the section break no matter what …
Not long after, Brittany's vanguard at the Axe Bite Pass.
Thirty thousand vanguards struggled to move forward in the snow. The heavy rain and the endless attacks of the Green Dwarfs and the Skaven Ratmen at the Axe Bite Pass made it very difficult for Laun and Kalad to move forward. The pouring rain hit the rocks beside them, and the converging stream poured down from the high ground. The stream flowed rapidly from the rugged mountain path into the Axe Bite Pass. Until now, there was only a thin stream left, as if telling everyone that the end of the journey of the Brittany chivalrous people was already predetermined.
The dangerous mountain path was always full of accidents and fierce winds, as well as continuous fierce and wild. If it weren't for the specially made carriages and anti-skid chains made by the Northka Dwarfs, Laun didn't know how many supplies would have been lost along the way. Even so, more than a dozen carriages and more than 170 people fell from the steep mountain path, becoming the first casualties of the Crusade Army.
This sacrifice was not honorable at all.
As Laun and Kalad moved forward, the highlands and hills gradually fell behind them, replaced by thousands of hills and valleys. The last piece of pasture disappeared, leaving only steep and barren mountains with no end in sight. The rain was as cold as ice, and the fierce wind swept the rain into an evil vortex, flowing into every fold of fabric and gap of armor.
At this time, the waterproof cloak of the wood elves was particularly important. Wearing the thick raincoat of the wood elves, at least they wouldn't be soaked.
But even so, the knights' morale was still gradually declining, especially those young ranger knights who were hot-blooded enough to join the Holy War of Chivalry. They soon realized that there were no enemies in sight for them to charge forward, nor were there any conditions for them to charge forward. Their primitive enthusiasm for the expedition could not be maintained under such conditions. Tormented by the ferocity of nature, the knights lowered their heads without saying a word. They just silently followed the group and the flag of the Holy Grail.
Neither Laun nor Kalad could do much about this situation.
As night fell, Kalad and Laun sat in front of the stove in the tent, eating and chatting.
"If we are lucky, we will arrive near Helmgard in five days. I hope Sir Amanric and his legion can meet us there." Laun chewed a white radish in his mouth and pointed to the map. "After Helmgard, the road will be much easier. We can go all the way down the mountain until we reach Bogenhafen. We should be able to arrive there in seven or eight days."
"I hope it will go well." Kalad ate the roasted pig's feet in big mouthfuls. His face was always serious, and he did not smile. "By the way, Lyoncole, do you feel that something seems to be spying on us recently?"
"I feel it too." Laun nodded. He suddenly put down the bowl. "Do you feel it?"
"Yes, I feel it." Kalad also put down the pig's feet.
The commander-in-chief's tent suddenly opened, and the two marshals rushed out. They tore off their robes, revealing the dwarven master runes under their robes and the dazzling family coat of arms on their armor. "Pick up your weapons! Pick up your weapons and get ready to fight! "
Kalad's roar sounded before Laun's roar. The vanguard was stunned at first, but within a few seconds, everyone began to respond. The knights excitedly shouted at their attendants to put on their armor, and the veterans of the free soldiers scolded the recruits and told them where to sit.
The fierce roar of the group came from the side of the mountain pass. Every knight knew the sound when they were attendants. It was the thing that had been deeply imprinted in their minds since the day they picked up their swords. It was the old enemy that had almost destroyed Brittany. It was a group of madmen who never tired of destruction and destruction.
Even the famous King of Brittany, the "green-skinned killer" King Rongen, had spent nearly a hundred years to be eliminated, burned, and defeated thousands of times. Even the current Sun Wang Laing had chased these things all the way into the mountains and even went on an expedition to the Eight Peaks Mountain. But they would always come back. They were like parasites that could never be completely eliminated.
They were …
“Waaagh！”
“Waaaaagh！”
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