The war fortress flew at the highest speed over the blue sea, roaring through the white clouds, smashing them into pieces, and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye. Only a white trail remained in the sky.
In the hall on the ground floor of the War Fortress, Lorraine was lying in front of a large table, holding a pencil in his hand, frowning, and drawing on the map on the table.
Leo also followed Lorraine's example, with his upper body lying on the table, his two short legs kicking back and forth, his hands supporting his head, and looking at the Ruman map under him.
On the other side, Lester was sitting on a rocking chair, his feet crossed on the table, his eyes closed, humming a tune in his mouth, holding a small teapot in one hand, taking a sip from time to time, and the other
One hand was on the leg, tapping time after time, feeling extremely carefree.
Belen was the only one standing straight at the table, looking down at the map. He remained silent the whole time.
After a while, Lorraine threw down the pencil helplessly, then patted a document at hand, stretched out, and dozed lazily, looking weak, and said: "I can't find it.
, there are just too many places.”
But I was secretly sighing in my heart. I couldn't get a good night's sleep in the past two days. The physical exertion was too much. Lord Rao was also a majestic paladin now, but his body was still a bit too much.
On the contrary, there were several girls nearby, all of them were radiant, their skin was shiny, and they were so tender that they could squeeze water out of their mouths. At a glance, it was clear why Sir Alex's physical strength was consumed so much.
After hearing Lorraine's words, Leo sighed beside him, scratched his hair with both hands, and then cursed angrily: "The lich we caught is really useless."
As he spoke, he picked up the red pen out of boredom and drew a little turtle very skillfully in the open space at the corner of the map.
Beren glanced at it, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but finally chose to close it wisely - with the young master's painting, this map has also gained great glory. In thirty or fifty years, maybe,
It's also worth 30 to 50 million.
But looking at the extremely ugly little turtle that Leo drew, he still felt that this was too sorry for the piece of paper. In order to get into a better mood, he had to reluctantly move his eyes away from the map and look towards
He picked up the documents in Lorraine's hands across from him. He also prayed secretly in his heart, hoping that the young master would not draw little turtles on those documents.
I saw that the piles of messy documents in Lord Luo's hand were all marked with dazzling red letters - "Top Secret".
The font is extremely bright, even a little shocking.
Those documents are information on the various supply lines of peacekeeping force logistics.
On the huge map, Lorraine compared the information and marked all the material distribution centers important to the peacekeeping forces on the map one by one.
Just like Lorraine said, there are too many places, and the map is densely filled with circles of various colors.
To continuously provide various supplies to half a million soldiers, you can imagine what a huge logistics system this is.
From weapons and ammunition, to clothing and food, down to needles and threads, sufficient quantities must be prepared and sent to the war front line thousands of miles away through various transportation methods.
It can be said that every city in the Ruman Empire was involved in this war.
Some provide military rations, some provide horse materials, some provide clothing, some provide armor, some provide steel, some provide transport ships, and some make transport ships...
There are many situations, and every link is extremely important~!
This complex logistics supply is like a chain tied to a huge boulder. No matter which link is broken, it will have a devastating impact.
Moreover, in this logistics supply chain, not only the Ruman Empire, Patiaero, Dotres... but also countries from half the continent are involved - there is no way,
What gangster doesn't want to step in when he sees a great opportunity to steal money, stuff, and women without taking too many risks?
However, precisely because there are so many participating countries, and in order to ensure their respective independence, everyone is extremely stubborn in taking their own logistics into their own hands.
This is understandable. Logistics is the lifeline of the legion. Once it is blocked by others, who knows what nasty things may happen.
What's more, when everyone robbed things and wanted to transport them home, they didn't want outsiders to get involved. Otherwise, even if they robbed a ton of gold, after passing through the hands of those bastards, there would be only one left at home.
The root hairs are all good.
In addition, there is chaos in the management. Therefore, their logistics lines are all intricately intertwined.
In just a short while, Lorraine circled dozens of cities that he thought were more important.
Some of them are ports, some are grain depots, and some are commercial centers.
It is simply impossible to determine which of these dozens of cities are the targets of the Liches' attacks.
Leo had already finished drawing the little turtle at this time. Finally, he drew a circle on the turtle's butt very elegantly, added a tail like a little white, and then pulled his body back slightly, admiring his own with great satisfaction.
craft.
But then his heart skipped a beat, and when he looked up, he saw Catherine frowning and glaring at him fiercely - Catherine took advantage of this rare opportunity to let him learn some military skills from Lorraine, but she didn't want him to
I am here to make trouble and draw little turtles.
Leo rolled his eyes, then raised his hand, slapped the table hard, and shouted loudly, "That's right, boss - if this continues, we won't know where the enemy will start."
Immediately seeing Catherine turning her head, he stuck out his tongue in fear and shrank his neck.
Beren looked at it and couldn't help but secretly admired it: No wonder Sir Luo always praised the young prince as a born politician. He couldn't compare to this quick wit alone.
Lorraine looked down at the map, sighed, and said: "There are only a few days left before the end of the month for the action that the lichs have agreed upon."
Beren thought for a moment and whispered: "My lord, there is someone here who knows Hadou better than all of us. We can listen to the opinions of professionals."
Lorraine was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Belen, and said in surprise: "You mean..."
Beren glanced at Guilimanyaf not far away.
Lorraine nodded suddenly and said, "Forget about this guy."
This Jirimanyafu, codenamed Gray Fox, was a veteran who followed Hadou when he started his career, and he was highly regarded by Hadou himself.
According to him, Girimanyav has been with Hadu for more than 20 years.
Beren whispered: "And he is doing secret work. He should be directly under the command of Hardou himself. He must have some ideas in his heart."
"You are right." Lorraine nodded and said, "Let him come over."
Jirimanyav stood at the window of the war fortress and looked out. It was the first time he boarded this huge war machine. He couldn't help but feel excited and curious.
Apart from asking a few people to keep an eye on him, Beren did not restrict his freedom too much.
Jirimanyav can even have his own activities in the war fortress and take a closer look at the entire war fortress from top to bottom.
At first, I was very curious about him and the young people surrounding him.
If they hadn't already known their identities, no one would have thought that these young men with little appearance were all agents.
The only difference from those guards is that the belts around their waists do not carry long swords, but a yellow cowhide sheath.
With the unique keenness of a spy, Guilimanyaf had already seen the strange weapon inserted in the leather case at the first time, an iron pipe with a delicate wooden handle.
This made him very strange: What is that? You know, these agents are the elite among the elite, and should be equipped with the most sophisticated weapons, but they only carry an iron pipe.
Could it be said that this thing is more powerful than a fine steel sword?
Guilimanyaf relied on his own experience and thought that it would not be difficult to get rid of a young man who had not grown all his hair.
But he found helplessly that no matter how he talked, these young people ignored him, smiled politely, and gave him a cold face.
The bored Jirimanyav could only focus on visiting the war fortress.
The more he learned about it, the more he was impressed by the power of the Governor of Lorraine, who was able to bring back the War Fortress in one piece from the demons. He was definitely not an ordinary person.
He had just come into contact with lichs, and those guys killed without blinking an eye. Just one of them almost killed him.
But Lorraine was facing thousands of lichs. Just thinking about that situation made him feel numb.
Not to mention that Lorraine came out of the siege of the lichs unharmed. Maybe the legend about his three moves of the undead high priest is true.
What made Jirimanyafu even more shocked was that Lorraine and Maple Leaf Danlin started mass-producing the War Fortress in just half a year.
God of Light, that is a war fortress~!
Rather than a small bench.
War Fortress represents the highest achievement of magical civilization, and they actually built it as soon as they said it was going to be built. And they did it in batches.
Not to mention the power of their magical technology, just looking at the resources they have at hand, you know that no matter how many Hadou are tied together, they are no match for them.
Just when his heart was ups and downs and his thoughts were wandering, Belen came over, patted his shoulder and said, "How do you feel?"
Gilmanyav shrugged and said, "It's not bad, but your men are too dull and a little boring."
Belen smiled slightly and said: "It's not surprising, they are members of the action force, not spies.
Jirimanyafu took a breath of air and realized that the people looking at him turned out to be killers.
Seeing the changing expression on his face, Beren smiled slightly and said, "Our boss asked you to come over."
"Your boss?" Gilmanyav was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He quickly adjusted his clothes and followed Belen in a respectful manner.
He came forward, bowed to the ground, and said: "See you, Lord Governor."
Lorraine waved her hand and asked directly: "How many years have you been with Hadou?"
Jirimanyav said without thinking: "Twenty-seven years and nine months."
Then he shrugged and smiled bitterly.
Lorraine nodded and said, "You said you should know Hadu very well."
"That's right," Jirimanyav sighed and said, "I have been directly involved in many plans in the past few years."
Luo Linqi asked: "Why would Hadu let you out to carry out the mission?"
Jirimanyafu said half-flatteringly: "My lord, most people don't dare to come to your Naian."
Lorraine laughed when he heard this and said: "You guys are quite aware of current affairs. You also know what we are going to do. Based on your understanding of Hadu, where will he put his primary goal?"
As he spoke, Lorraine pushed the map in front of Jirimanyav.
Jirimanyavi pondered for a moment and said: "Hadu is always used to thinking in the opposite direction to ordinary people and going one step further than others, so the plans he makes are usually unexpected.
But once you get used to his routine, it’s not difficult to grasp the context of his actions.”
"Think from the opposite direction of common sense." Jirimanyav said: "He will not attack those targets that are obviously very important. If they are heavily guarded there, it will only expose his intentions.
And then to have an impact on the peacekeeping forces, there must be spies lurking and cooperating."
Giriman Yafti's pen marked several places on the map.
"Why are so many of them not in Ruman territory?" Lorraine asked curiously.
"Yes, sir." Jirimanyafu bowed and said: "Based on my understanding of Hadu, Hadu's first choice target must be someone other than Ruman. Only in this way can it cause greater interference to the Ruman Empire.
"
Lorraine nodded clearly, basically it was not much different from what he had guessed.
The logistics source of the peacekeeping force is very complicated. If there is a problem in areas outside the Ruman Empire, the Ruman Empire cannot even solve it in the first time.
It's not like being on your own land, where if something goes wrong you can fix it immediately.
Lorraine glanced at the map and said, "Which one is closest to us?"
Leo pointed a little with his finger and said: "Here, this is it."
"Borelli?" Lorraine looked at the place Leo pointed at with a strange expression, then sneered and said, "It's just a good time to find an old friend."
"Old friend?" Leo asked, "Who is it?"
Lorraine chuckled and said, "Do you remember the guy who fought with us to enter the Imperial City when we first fought against Almohad?"
Leo suddenly clapped his hands and said: "To Hildo, why am I so familiar with the place name Borrelli? That guy Hildo is really evil-minded, second only to me and the boss.
Jirimanyaf glanced at Leo secretly, thinking that he was indeed the young father-in-law Leo who founded the Flying Eagle Group, and he praised everyone for being so unique.
"Let's just go to this place." Leo slammed his little fist on the table and made the decision.
Seeing that Lorraine and the others had made up their minds, Catherine came up to take a look and asked, "Would you like to check with the Borelli Kingdom first? Their king is quite easy to talk to."
Lorraine shook his head and said: "No, if you go through formal diplomatic channels, it will take at least three months just for official business. The war will probably be over by then. Let's enter the village quietly, and no one will shoot."
Catherine's eyes suddenly widened and she said, "Isn't this just a case of smuggling?"
Leo rubbed his round minibus and said with a smile: "Smuggling? I like..."