In the hall of the lords of the inner castle in the Fort Marsey City, the morning light shone through the small window to the stone wall that was blackened by fireworks recently. A group of high-level officers of the Wells Legion sat around the long table with a large gap burned out. Odo, who was standing on the left side of the wooden table, rubbed his blood-covered eyes, and continued with his spirits: "Everyone, we still have to rely on the dangerous land of Fort Marsey to defend the enemy. The baggage team has counted all the food and supplies in the city, and can last at least one and a half months based on the most tragic battle and the greatest consumption.

But we must use Fort Marsi as a stronghold, so the little food and supplies in the fort are obviously not enough. Therefore, yesterday evening, I had sent a baggage team to the surrounding villages before the enemy troops were in full swing. "Odo blinked and continued, "But the surrounding Fort Marsi has been plundered by the enemy many times, and the lord has ordered that we cannot be as strong as we did when fighting in the enemy's territory, so we cannot defend ourselves for a long time. Therefore, with the strong city as a stronghold, passive defense and active attack are the keys of this Fort Marsi attack and defense battle."

Odo looked around and said, "Everyone, this is the combat plan studied by the Central Army. Let's talk about your opinions. Let's discuss how to fight these next tough battles."

As everyone whispered to each other, Dennis, wearing a squire uniform and a short sword hanging around his waist, stood up, "Mr. Odog, can I say a few words?"

Odo looked at Denise. This guy is the ideological and political officer of the Wells Legion. He would talk and encourage soldiers to charge in the battle, or praise the corps leader whenever he met everyone. He admired Yat, but no one was as shameless as Denise.

In an army that establishes its authority with military authority, it is difficult for such a person to be respected by the officers.

But Odo is the deputy commander of the Legion after all. Since Yat has made all his efforts to promote this ideological and political officer, he is not good at being biased. "Of course," Odo responded, "Donnis, you are the ideological and political officer of the Legion appointed by the Lord, and you are also a high-level officer. You can talk about any ideas in the military discussion."

Dennis was affirmed and was very happy. He took out a note from his waist and spread it out, with dense text symbols on his face.

Wei Yan, beside Dennis, glanced at the note, his face full of disdain.

Dunnis didn't care about these things. In front of these rude officers, he was definitely a bachelor's wise man, and he thought this was his greatest advantage.

"Ahem," Denis cleared his throat, "Mr. Odo, sir, I would like to give nine suggestions on this siege of Fort Marsey and the upcoming fierce battle." Denis began to speak, a long-term discussion.

"First point, morale issue"

"In addition, I want to add two points to the first point"

While the officers at the hall chief were discussing a battle plan, there was a business table in the side hall where half of the legs of the table were chopped off. Yat was holding a thin quill dipped in ink and writing densely on a narrow piece of paper.

Thanks to the long-term military negotiation system, the "Staff" of the Wells Legion has now taken shape. The officers led by Odo Angus and Kazak have become part-time staff officers of Yat, who are both executors of the battle and planners of the battle.

Usually, the central army command camp will discuss a feasible combat plan under the convening of Odo or Angus and Kazak, and submit it to the Aateau for the reform and implementation of the order.

On the one hand, this kind of staff system can share the pressure for Yat, allowing him to spend more time thinking about the future development direction of the Wells Legion and the future direction of the Borussian Civil War. On the other hand, it can also make every military decision as much as possible after consideration by multiple parties, so as to minimize the combat loss rate of the Wells Legion as much as possible while winning the battle. The Wells Legion is not large now, and according to the current development trend of the Wells Legion, it will definitely expand step by step in the future. Then, this staff system evolved from the military debate system will play a more important role.

The dense text symbols had filled the paper. Yat inserted the quill back into the ink bottle, blew the undried ink stains, and let out a long sigh. Then he picked up the copper bell on the table and shook it. Yat's guards heard the ringtone and pushed the door and walked in.

"Sir?" The guard clenched his fists with one hand and stroked his chest, bent down to greet Att.

Yat rolled the paper into a circle and stuffed it into a small round wooden tube and handed it to the guards' personal soldiers. "Tell Bob this letter and let him pass it back to the valley with the flying pigeons we brought out."

The personal soldiers took the wooden tube and felt a little embarrassed, "Sir, Lord Bob said that the pigeons we brought out of the valley have just been trained for a short time, and it may not be safe enough to use them to convey military information. If there is an emergency military information, let me rush back to the valley to deliver it."

Yat waved his hand, "No need, this letter is just a letter to my wife and Cooper and their family, without any military information."

"Besides, we spent a lot of money to train those pigeons. If we can't fly back at such a distance, we can just cut the pigeon soup. We can also use this flying pigeon book training and test these pigeons. They will be of great use when they are in critical moments."

"The training and raising of these carrier pigeons is almost exhausted. Stewing pigeon soup is really luxurious." The personal soldier said with a smile.

"Go and tell Bob, let him take care of the pigeons, especially the two sent by the Longxia army."

The guards turned around and left. Yat rubbed his fingers and was about to pour himself a glass of wine. Just as he picked up the wooden cup, Matthew, the captain and commander of the guards, pushed open the door of the side hall.

"Sir, Chief Stanley is back, and some of them are injured." Matthew's people arrived before they could arrive.

Yat put down his wine glass, "Is the attack on the enemy camp failed?"

"No, no, no," Matthew quickly explained, "they successfully attacked the enemy camp and burned all the enemy's food, grass and supplies. The wounded were cut by the enemy when they evacuated. However, no one was killed."

"Sir Stanley and his team tried to evacuate after successfully attacking the camp, and then sent people to quietly monitor the enemy camp. It is said that the enemy tried hard to put out the fire, but in the end they rescued half of their food and supplies. Until the early morning of this day, the army began to deport the camp again, and it seemed that they were preparing to come to Fort Marsey."

Just as Matthew was reporting to Yat's movements in the south, amid the rapid sound of horse hooves, Colin, the captain of the second company responsible for establishing an outpost defense line northwest of Fort Marce, rushed back to the city, dismounted and ran towards the army camp of the Fort Marce. Because just in the early morning of this day, the enemy outposts heading south from the City of Codor had arrived at the outer line of the Wells Legion. Sporadic battles had already occurred in small groups on both sides...

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The western business road in the west of Boguo from southern Kodor to Fort Marci runs north and south of Kodor...

Before the Battle of Successors began, the business road was full of carriages and accompanying merchants from all over the country, or business travelers, and a prosperous scene.

At this time, from a distance from the terrain, the trade road winding across the hilly areas of the eastern mountainous areas of Kodor, and to the south, the road paved with miles of soil and gravel had been stomped down by the iron hooves of the northern army of Kodor, who were rushing towards Fort Marsey, stomping the dust flying all over the sky.

"You bastards, one by one, run faster than anyone else when they eat. Why are they like pigs now? Come on with me quickly. If it is a Count's business, I see how many of you have enough heads to cut." As he said that, he kicked a soldier beside him with a whisper, accompanied by a burst of angry curses roaring out of his greasy mouth. The Kodor soldier in brown linen staggered and fell to the ground. Seeing the commander's hideous facial expression, the Kodor soldier did not care about the pain and quickly got up and ran into the team in shame, and continued to move with the large army...

This is the baggage team from the northern army of the Wells Legion that has occupied the Fort Marsey. According to the command of the central army commanding the tent of the city of Kodor, the army from Kodor south was the outpost troops, cavalry teams, crossbow teams, heavy armored infantry, light armored infantry, and various types of chores, as well as more than 1,200 people, including more than 20 guards in the central army commanding the tent, and more than 300 cavalry. The outpost troops have had many sporadic battles with the soldiers who went to the north of the Wells Legion, and both sides were killed and injured.

At the end of the line, it was this baggage team led by a knight and two trainee knights.

According to the order of the Central Army to command the camp, the troops heading south marched at a distance of half a mile from each other. This team of about 1,200 people marched several miles in the hilly trade roads in the mountains, like a long dragon, majestic and powerful.

Although Kodor Province is not a strong military province, except for the hilly areas in the southeast, Kodor Province is mostly composed of a large number of fertile farmlands. Apart from the Thorne province under Bernard, there is no other place in the entire Berna that can have hundreds of thousands of acres of fertile fertile land.

Plus, you can imagine the wealth of Kodor Province in the western part of Belarus.

Since receiving the order from the Thorne Provincial Palace, Kodor Province asked the province of Kodor to send troops to encircle and annihilate the rebels who had gone deep into Kodor's Fudi, the Earl of Kodor ordered recruitment and preparation for war to the lords of all Kodor Provinces, and went south to wipe out the jackals, tigers and leopards that had begun to bite their bones...

With the huge taxes paid by the farmers in his territory and caravans from all over the country when they passed through the western trade roads, even though the province of Kodor had sent a large number of soldiers to the north to assist Bernard in resisting Flander in the east, Count Kodor still summoned a legion of thousands of people in the territory, including many mercenaries who joined because of the shining gold coins.

There are many well-equipped professional soldiers and officers in the Kodor Legion. These people belong to the private soldiers of the lords from all over the country, and their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated. There are also a considerable number of professional mercenaries. These people are guys who work hard for money and live a life of licking blood from the knife. As the saying goes, when a cannon fires, there are tens of taels of gold. Wherever there is war, there are shadows of these mercenaries.

In addition to a few elite soldiers, the Kodor Legion is a mixture of fish and dragons. From a child who is only fourteen or fifty years old to a hunchbacked old man with gray hair over fifty years old, everything that can move was summoned into the army. Some people were still farming in the fields with farm tools yesterday and had no meals. Today, they turned into a member of the rebels holding a sickle in their hands and headed south to fight against the rebels.

Perhaps the Kodors naively thought that with this huge army, even a roar could scare the group of southern barbarians to pee their pants.

Not far behind the Kodor army was also a group of hawkers selling goods from all over the country. The army camped and they were hawking wherever they set up camp. There were many inferior beer and various fruits and breads that the soldiers liked. There were even some exposed-dressed women who came and went between them, and they were flirting with the thirsty Kodor soldiers in the bushes and earned some money.

For several days, these people followed the Cordoles soldiers until about two days away from Wellsburg, the people were finally driven away by the guards in case the spies who mingled into the Wells Legion.

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The stone steps leading to the city tower from north to south of Fort Marcey were busy with the Wells Legion who were carrying huge rocks, rolling wood and tincture oil...

Since the Central Army command camp ordered the city defense to defend, a group of officers led their soldiers to move the enemy's materials such as huge rocks and tiny oil into the city wall. In less than half a day, the corners of the south gate and north gate walls of the Marsi Fort Marsi were filled with stones and cans of tiny oil. These things were about to harvest the lives of Kodor soldiers in the next Battle of Marsi Fort Marsi...

Standing on the wall of the North City, Yat held the knight's sword at her waist in her right hand, and her fingers kept rubbing the sank of the sword. The sunset was slanting, and Yat's face on her left was reddened by the setting sun, and a few sweat stains were precipitated on her skin. Yat was completely unaware that the sweat stains on her face had gathered into golden liquids, dripping on the long-sleeved chain mail shoulders that shone under the sunset...

"Sir, the sergeant said you have something important to discuss with you."

Yat's thoughts were pulled back by Ron, who was jogging all the way under the city wall.

"Well, what did you say?"

Ron wiped the sweat from his forehead and said again, "The Chief of Sergeant said he had something to discuss with you. He was waiting for you in the lord's hall, as if important military information was coming from the north."

Yat glanced at the north and walked quickly to the lord's hall with Ron...

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Chapter completed!