"Sir, there are two important military information from the north." As soon as Yat stepped into the lord's hall, Angus had already come to greet him.

Along with Angus, there was an old man dressed in a monk, covered in dust and exhausted body.

Yat glanced at the old man who looked like a monk and then turned his gaze to Angus.

Before Angus could introduce the monk to Yat, he was anxious to report the military information.

"Sir, two emergency military information. First, the army in the north of Kodor has arrived three miles north of Fort Marsey, and is now building camps in a valley. Almost at the same time, the county soldiers chasing from the south have also arrived outside the city. They have contacted each other. It is estimated that they will join forces tonight, with a total force of more than two thousand and mixed soldiers, but there are many of them with strong combat power."

Yat nodded lightly, this was what he expected.

"Another military information." Yat walked towards the hall table and sat on the wooden bench while neatly dressed.

Angus signaled the middle-aged monk to follow, and then replied: "The second top-secret military information comes from the Central Army of the Restoration Army. The old monk said frankly that he must convey it to you in person."

Yat looked up at the old monk.

"That's right, sir, this is the secret envoy sent by Marquis Flander. He set out from Besanson and headed south along the province of Lucesen, and came to Fort Marcie from the mountain path that ran through the mountains between Thorne and Codor. I just found the monk while I was patrolling. He recognized me." Angus replied.

Yat did not rush to ask the new king Flander's secret order, but looked at the old monk repeatedly, feeling familiar.

"Vissue Yat, you were still a guest in Longxia City when I saw you last time." The old man said first.

"Who are you?" Att asked in his heart.

"I am the chief monk of the Longxia City Elderly Court." The old man expressed his identity.

"So it's you, no wonder I always feel like I've seen it somewhere." Yat's tone was a little surprised.

"Vissue Yat, I was ordered by the new lord Marquis Flander to convey to you the order to restore the army of the army." The old man paused and cleared his throat.

"The Wells Legion led by Atwood Wells must defeat the Kodor army within fifteen days, and thus form a situation of going north to attack Kodor city and knocking on the province of Thorne. The Restoration Army will launch the final thunder attack on the Western Army in the early morning of the fifteenth day, in order to completely defeat the Western Army. This order will be Flander Otto, the ruler of the Burgundy Kingdom, the new commander of the Restoration Army."

After hearing this, Yat was stunned, "What? Defeat the enemy within fifteen days? Do you have to go north to attack Kodor City?"

The old monk waved his hand and told Yat not to be surprised, "Vissue Yat, Marquis Flander will not let you fight alone. He has already ordered all the troops in the Longxia Mountains to secretly go north to join forces with the Wells Army, and designated you as the commander of the Southern Alliance."

After hearing this, Yat didn't say anything, he was silent for a moment, sorting out his mind, "This is not consistent with the overall strategic situation of the Restoration Army before? Why did the new king suddenly attack? Is there something huge change?"

"The overall strategic situation? This is a new word." The old monk asked a question and did not worry anymore, and continued: "Vissue Yat's guess is correct. Just before you arrived in Fort Marci, the external situation in Burgundy countries changed drastically..." The old monk's face suddenly became a little more worried.

Yat looked at the old monk nervously, thinking that the changes that could make the calm and experienced Fland suddenly change the overall strategic situation must be two extremes - extreme unfavorable or extreme good.

"Two major changes, one is under the lobbying of Lord Galvin, the Principality of Provence is completely on the side of the Marquis of Flanders. They will fund millions of Finney's military expenditure and send a cavalry army of 500 people to the north to assist in the war."

"Secondly, under the strong lobbying of Bishop Orov, the Knights of the Holy Orov agreed to borrow five million Finney to the new Burgundy Kingdom to support the new king's unification of the Bible Kingdom."

Att's epiphany that Provence's support and participation in the war would not allow Flander to suddenly change his previous strategy, and the support of the Holy Knights was the most fundamental reason.

It's very simple. Behind the Knights of the Holy Regiment is the Pope, and behind the Pope is the Kingdom of France.

"The Kingdom of France is finally going to attack the Principality of Burgundy~" Yat said softly.

"Why can I believe you?" Yat suddenly asked the old monk with his cheeks tense.

"Of course, you have the right to doubt everything. But I believe you should know this..." The old monk said, pulling out a ring wrapped in striped silk from his arms and handing it to Yat.

Yat took the ring and looked at it for a moment. This was the eagle iris power ring that symbolized royal power that Flander wore when he was canonized as the Marquis of Burgundy.

Seeing this power verdict was like seeing Flander himself, so Yat dispelled his doubts.

"Ron! Arrange the old monk immediately to rest. Then ask the kitchen to prepare orders of high-quality food and the valley's home-brewed Wells beer." Even though the military affairs were busy, Yat did not forget to seize every opportunity to sell his own valley's unique goods. After all, after the war, a new revival of business will be ushered in.

After Ron led the old monk out of the lord's hall, Yat turned around and said to Angus, "Sergeant Chief, call on all officers above the flag captains except for the security mission to conduct military consultations."

"Yes, sir." After saying that, Angus quickly walked out of the lord's hall.

Yat held Quan Jie tightly in his palm, "I want me to sacrifice myself to attract the wolf." He couldn't help but sighed.

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The pre-war military congress in the hall of the Lords of Fort Marsi lasted for a whole day. Faced with the sudden order, the officers who participated in the pre-war military congress were at a loss.

On the one hand, the soldiers urgently needed some rest and rest shortly after the capture of Fort Marsey. The recent war has exhausted the officers and soldiers of the Wells Legion. If they do not take rest and recuperate, they will immediately devote themselves to a new attack, and the emotions of the officers and soldiers will inevitably fluctuate.

On the other hand, the Wells Legion went deep into the army alone and was not prepared to run long distances in the enemy's territory. If it were not for conquering Fort Marsey and seizing half of the food and supplies, most of the soldiers of the Wells Legion would be either starved to death or were wiped out by the Kodor army.

What's even more fatal is that the northern and southern armies of Kodor combined have more than 2,000, well-equipped and aggressive. Even with the help of the Longxia army, Yat dared not say that he was 100% sure to win the Battle of Marsey. Even if he won, it might be the result of killing one thousand enemies and losing 800 to himself.

The Wells Legion will never do such a loss-making business.

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Late at night, in the hall of the Lords of Fort Marsey, it was placed in the candlesticks made of stone on the four walls of the hall. The burning flames rush up and down, and the whole hall was brightly lit. There were wooden cups neatly placed beer on the table, and some were left with a sip of beer. This was left by a group of high-level officers of the Wells Legion who left the hall after the military controversy after the end of the military agreement.

This seems to have become a practice of the Wells Legion. Whenever there are major military controversies, Yat will instruct the baggage team to take out the Wells beer produced in the valley and give a glass of beer to the officers participating in the military controversy. This not only can we discuss the major affairs of the Legion and fight against the enemy in a relatively relaxed atmosphere, relieve the tension of the officers, but also contact the officers. This is also a good way to win people's hearts. After all, drinking beer can remind everyone of the fertile valley where they belong.

In the side hall of the lord's hall, in front of the table with half of the legs cut off, Yat quickly wrote on the paper produced by the Valley Workshop with a quill dipped in ink under the light that was not too bright. Since the process was not complete, the surface of the paper was still a bit rough. If you look closely, you can sometimes even see the tiny weeds embedded in it. But this does not affect the writing.

Every time he goes out, Yat will carry some valley paper, which is mainly to convey military information and formulate military plans. The paper is much thinner than sheepskin and birch bark, and can be folded into various shapes for easy carrying and hiding. As strategic materials and important export commodities for the future of the valley, the paper production process is strictly confidential and needs to be specially approved for use. Generally speaking, only several legion leaders, such as Yat, Odo, Angus, are qualified to use it.

"Dongdongdongdongdong," As Att inserted the newly written text into the hollowed-out wooden strip in the center, a rapid knock on the door came.

"Come in." Yat said, looking at the door.

"Sir, the four soldiers of the task force are here." Yat's personal bodyguard Ron pushed open the door and reported to Yat.

"Call them in," Yat said to Ron.

"Come in." Ron turned around and called in to the four task force members behind him who were already waiting outside the door.

"Sir!" The task force members held their right hand tightly on their chests, their left hand pressed against the edge of their left leg, and bent down to salute Att.

"You should know that calling you is definitely not a trivial matter," the four of them looked at the others beside them, and then looked at Yat.

"I won't say much about the others. You are the most elite soldiers of my army. You only have one mission this time..."

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In the mountains in southeastern Kodor in August, after the heat of the whole day faded, the temperature suddenly dropped sharply. The crickets lurking among the green grass made a harsh chirping, which continued intermittently under the whirl of the mountain wind.

The moon is in the sky, and the tall birch trees on the edge of the business road are shining under the moonlight, and black shadows are projected in the middle of the road, like soldiers crawling on the ground.

"Open the city gate!"

"Open the city gate!"

In the north city of Marsey Fort, a city guard team leader received an order from his superiors, and ordered several city guard soldiers under him.

With the sound of the thick wooden bar tied to the inside of the gate of the North City gate being removed, the gate was opened with the joint force of four soldiers.

With the sound of whips, four black shadows wearing black burqas with hooded heads ran out of the city gate, galloping all the way to the forest on the edge of Fort Marsey, disappearing into the endless darkness...

These are four members of the Wells Legion contingent. After receiving the order in the partial hall of the Lord's Hall of Fort Marsey, the four of them simply packed up and rode out of the city. The four of them were in groups of two. One of them passed through the mountain path between the provinces of Codor and Lucesen, and went south day and night to return to Tinets, mobilized the Tinets County Corps and the remaining part of the Valley Garage Corps, and then galloped through the mountain path between the Lucesen, Fort Marsey within seven days.

The other two rushed to Sap Fort, mobilized the Sap Company of the Second Division and some young and strong peasant soldiers of the Third Division, which had long been stationed here, and came out of the Stone Fort, and then advanced westward to join the Longxia Army, who went north, to stand by...

It was dark and windy at night. From Marsey Fort, we went out of the city and entered the jungle north. The four contingents were divided into two groups.

"You two, go toward Sap. Remember, go day and night, even if you run the horse to death, you will send the orders. This is related to the life and death and honor of the Wells Legion, and there must be no sloppy." Oliver, deputy captain of the task force, said to the two members.

"Yes, sir!" the two soldiers responded.

"Set out!" Oliver ordered, and the four of them rode their horses in two directions.

Att stood on the wall of the North City with the moonlight watching the diversion and headed to the territory to mobilize troops to aid.

Suddenly a cool breeze hit, and Yat inadvertently shrank his neck and placed his hands on his chest.

Seeing this, Ron quickly put the sheepskin coat he had prepared on Yat's shoulders. Yat pulled his collar and still stared at the distance.

"Sir, I'll take you back and rest. Oliver and the others will definitely be able to complete the task, so don't worry too much." Ron persuaded.

Yat turned around and looked at the personal bodyguard who was almost the same height as him, and said to Ron, "Ron, you have been with me for a long time."

"Yes, sir." Matthew replied respectfully.

"This time is different from the past, are you afraid of death?"

Ron pinched the sword around his waist with his left hand, and his eyes showed a firm look.

"Not afraid! None of the soldiers in the Wells Legion are afraid of death!" Ron said excitedly, and his saliva almost spit on Yat's face.

"Okay! This is the soldier of my Wells Legion!" Yat's tone was filled with pride.

"Go back."

"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!