Facing Flint's roar, Goblin Silver Light didn't care at all. He just fell comfortably on his own throne, and his whole body sank into the soft and comfortable chair produced by Flying Eagle Furniture Company.
Although his short and thick bow legs could not reach the ground and were somewhat lacking in momentum, he was rocking back and forth as easily as a child, showing an extremely contented look.
He raised his head and looked at the furious Flint, with a smile on his lips.
The goblin knew in his heart that he must have made Flint very angry if he left him behind this morning.
Although he knew clearly in his heart that the person in front of him was a dark mage who could take his most precious life by raising his hand, Yin Guang was not afraid at all.
The goblins all graduated with advanced graduate degrees from Snobbery University. They have known since childhood who they can offend and who they cannot offend.
Not to mention that Yin Guang is the veteran among them.
He knew very well: If it were in Aldheim, Silver Light would definitely not choose to anger these moody dark mages. But now...
The current situation is absolutely different. No matter how furious Flint is, he doesn't dare to do anything to him.
Yin Guang spread his arms, smiled like an insurance salesman, and said: "Relax, dear Mr. Flint, this is all necessary for work.
You see, we are already here.
We are already at the Ruman Empire's Northern Intelligence Headquarters.
We succeeded.
And it's so easy, it's like a dream.
Aren't you satisfied with what we have achieved in just a few days?
As far as I know, in the thousand years of the Dark Council, no one has ever achieved such great results as you."
Flint frowned, then stood up and looked around the goblin's office.
Oak tables and chairs, maple filing cabinets, red and blue carpets, crystal chandeliers. Large oil paintings hung on the walls, and a door leads to the suite inside.
If nothing else happens, there should be a very large bed in the suite, and there will be another secret door next to it, which can lead to the secretary's room.
The layout here is no worse than any other Semitic city lord, or even worse.
Not to mention, there is a beautiful female secretary with a hot figure and protruding body outside the door.
At this moment, Flint suddenly realized that the ugly and wretched goblin in front of him had indeed become a big shot. Although this piece of shit was indeed nothing, he could no longer look at this goblin with the same old eyes.
Flint looked directly at the goblin and felt a strange feeling in his heart. A mere ugly and despicable goblin was actually valued by humans and the dark mage. Missing important and key figures.
"Is it good luck, or is this goblin powerful?" Flint was secretly wondering, but it is undeniable that once he succeeds, this despicable embryo may really be crowned by the high priest based on his achievements. noble.
When he thought that he might have to call himself Lord Goblin in the future, Flint felt indescribably nauseated and nauseated, but on the surface, he felt much more relaxed.
He forced a smile and said softly, like a reminder, more like chatting: "Yin Guang, don't forget. I made you successful, and I can easily destroy you."
Yin Guang did not appreciate this threat, and chuckled. Without saying anything, he pressed the short and thick fingers of his right hand on the document bag in front of him.
While staring at Flint's face, he slowly pushed the document bag in front of him, then fell back on the chair, crossed his hands on his belly, put his two thumbs together, and looked at Flint with a smile.
Lint.
Flint was startled in confusion, what did this guy mean? He took a torn document bag so show off, like offering a treasure, what did he want to do?
Do you think I've never been a member of the agency?
Taking broken documents and treating them as pardons from the Dark Council, scaring those illiterate people, I have often done this before...
While he was thinking, he glanced down.
The bright red and eye-catching words "Top Secret" on the document bag stung Flint's eyes like a sharp sword.
He raised his head in shock and glanced at the goblin.
Yin Guang smiled and nodded.
At this time, Flint didn't care about the sarcasm hidden in the goblin's smile. He couldn't wait to tear open the document bag and grab the documents inside.
Sure enough, the title of the home page read "Summer Offensive" in a row of large characters, with the name "Staff Office of the Ministry of Military Affairs" written below.
Flint was so excited that he stood in front of the table and quickly browsed through the entire summer offensive plan at a glance.
This battle plan was very detailed and thorough, even down to the number of each legion, as well as their planned march route and date during the war.
On the last page, there is a signature saying "Approved and executed accordingly."
Signed below is Prime Minister Russell's signature.
Russell also wrote a special sentence at the bottom of the page to instruct Baron Gore to closely cooperate with the regular army's offensive operations and actively provide assistance.
Throughout the entire march route, Ruman's army, which was divided into five parts, basically maintained a parallel formation. It seemed as if it had been planned before, to push a straight line to the north, 'advance in parallel, divide into groups and attack together, forming the momentum of an iron barrel'.
, thoroughly cleanse the mountainous areas where barbarians live.
If we just go by the plan, this operation can indeed be called foolproof.
It is impossible for the scattered barbarians to stop the regular army of the Ruman Empire. In the past, the barbarians relied on rugged mountains, steep roads, and constant movement to fight guerrillas against the emperor.
Or you can build a fortress on a high mountain cliff to hold on. The terrain of a fortress on a cliff is so dangerous that a group of people can block an army.
The other tribes united and ran to the rear of the emperor's army, robbed and cut off the food road, and continued to harass them. Finally, when the emperor's army ran out of ammunition and food and had no choice but to retreat, they then took advantage of the situation to rob and kill from behind.
Although this tactic is simple, it is extremely effective. They have been using this method to deal with the emperor, and have repeatedly achieved extraordinary results.
The Imperial Crusade, which was fought last time, threw down their armor and fled. The Empire was forced to do nothing and almost pushed the eldest princess Catherine out and married her former feud to solve the crisis.
But things are very different now.
Each legion of the empire is equipped with artillery, and the once impenetrable barrier can only be smashed in front of the artillery.
Moreover, the all-steel carriage modified by the Flying Eagle Company is not only strong and defensive, but also has a greatly increased carrying capacity. It can also be equipped with soldiers with powerful crossbows.
In addition, according to Lord Luo's bad idea before, each patrol team also equipped a large number of large dogs with sensitive sense of smell as patrol sentinels.
Barbarians never bathe, and their body odor is extremely strong. Even if they are hiding three miles away, they will smell it out.
Not to mention, there are several war fortresses on standby in the rear, ready to support the front line and deal with emergencies.
Although they were quite well prepared, the imaginary enemy they designed was only barbarians. Unknown to them, the heavy weight of the dark mage was added to the balance of this war.
For the dark mages hiding in the dark, the situation that the Ruman Army will encounter will definitely not be as planned.
"Good~!" Flint couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Very good~!"
After obtaining this detailed war plan for each legion, his mission was successfully completed. The other five dark mages who came with him didn't even have a chance.
Flint could already see the high priest's commendation and higher status waving to him. Flint, who was immersed in his own dream, caught a glimpse of the goblin's silvery mouth with a meaningful smile. He blinked and looked at
Own.
Flint instantly felt as if the goblin had seen through his ambition, and froze suddenly. He couldn't laugh anymore, and suddenly remembered that he was able to obtain this detailed war plan, all thanks to the goblin opposite him.
Flint put the file down, regained his gloomy expression, and said, "You did a good job, but remember, this is what we risked our lives to get. It's none of Seber Silian's business."
Yinguang shrugged and said: "Of course, the benefits are always better when there are fewer people. Every goblin understands this truth."
Flint and the goblin looked at each other, and the two of them laughed evilly like two foxes. Flint shook the summer offensive plan in his hand and said: "As long as we have this plan, we have several ways to eliminate Ru.
The Mann Legion.”
Goblin Silver Light scratched his head, with a confused expression on his face, and said: "But what can we do to destroy the Ruman Army? Where is our army?"
Flint smiled mysteriously when he heard this and said: "Our army? Although you have seen them before. But I guarantee that you will be surprised when you see them again."
"Have I seen it?" Yin Guang was puzzled and said secretly: Just rely on those dozens of dark mages?
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The general headquarters of the Ruman Empire's northern theater is located in Trento, a fortress-like city close to the northern border.
When Trento was founded three hundred years ago, it was the frontline between the Ruman Empire and the barbarians, and it was built as a military fortress.
After this time, because the city of Trento guarded the main road and the terrain was difficult, it has always been the war center in the north of the Ruman Empire. The generals who commanded the army were accustomed to building their base camp here instead of maintaining it in a provincial capital not far away.
Jicheng.
There are no civil servants here chirping in my ears and it is much cleaner.
The headquarters of Marquis Maleton, the commander-in-chief of the Northern War Zone, is also located in this small city.
The theater commander is not a permanent position. It is usually temporarily filled by high-prestige generals and is naturally removed after the mission is over. This is of course to prevent them from relying on their own troops.
In the small city of Trento, all the people going in and out of the city were naturally military vehicles and soldiers, so when a carriage mixed with the carts transporting grain and grass and drove into the city gate, it naturally looked very eye-catching.
As an important military town, Trento is very tightly defended. The city gates are guarded not by local troops such as the city defense army, but by the regular Ruman Army.
Several soldiers quickly stopped the carriage entering the city. As the city gate officer, the squadron leader Juan knocked on the door and said directly: "Get out of the car for inspection and take out your ID."
"Wait a minute," a voice said from inside the carriage: "Xiaobai, where did you put it? Did you eat it by accident?"
Then an animal growl came from inside.
Captain Juan was stunned for a moment because the voice he spoke did not sound like that of an adult.
"Here, I found it, Xiaobai, it's all covered in your saliva."
Then the animal grunted in protest.
Then the car window opened a crack, and a folded piece of paper stuck out.
Captain Juan frowned in displeasure and said in a louder voice: "I said, get out of the car and check."
A clear, childlike voice came from the carriage, saying: "You'd better take a look first."
Captain Juan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect the minor in the car to speak so loudly. He thought about it for a moment and finally decided to accept the note handed out through the car window.
There are many high-ranking officials coming and going in Trento, and there are always a few that he cannot afford to offend. It is best to be polite at this time.
"Don't let me find out that you are pretending to be big-tailed wolves, otherwise I will make you look good." Captain Juan cursed in his heart. Then he opened the crumpled note that was soaked in unknown liquid.
It can be seen from the current state of preservation that the owner of this piece of paper paid little attention to it.
Captain Juan curled his lips and thought to himself: What good thing could this be?
Then a badge on the note caught his eye. Although he had seen this eagle-shaped pattern with spread wings countless times, it was always on formal documents received by the headquarters or on announcements posted.
Announcements always use this emblem to represent the authority and indubitability of the content, because this emblem is the national emblem of the Ruman Empire.
This was the first time Captain Juan saw this logo appearing on a small piece of paper.
There was a sentence written in slightly scrawled handwriting on it, "All actions taken by those who hold this order must be coordinated by local personnel at all levels and must not be disobeyed."
Of course, Captain Juan understood the weight of this sentence. It was equivalent to an emperor sitting in the carriage in front of him, opening his mouth with golden words that everyone must listen to, including his highest boss, the Marquis Maleton.
Captain Juan became suspicious and thought to himself: How could there be such a thing? The old man from Ruman City had his brain burned out?
Looking at the signature below, Captain Juan was completely stunned. "Russell" was written on it in a beautiful cursive style, with the Prime Minister's seal next to it.
"Either this is a fake, and there are two bold liars sitting inside," Captain Juan thought to himself, "Or that old guy Russell is out of his mind. There is a big shot sitting inside."
The people in the car were waiting impatiently and said, "Hey, kid. Have you seen enough?"
Captain Juan suddenly woke up with a shock. He knew in his heart that no matter what the situation was, it was not for him as a junior officer to make the decision, so he respectfully returned the note and said: "Okay, you can proceed, Devin
,York~!”
Captain Juan called the names of his two men and ordered: "Take your men and escort this car into the city."
As he spoke, he winked and told the two men that this mission was not just an escort.
"Yes~!" The two team captains next to him were also veterans, and they immediately understood. Then they agreed loudly and boldly.
The carriage started again, with more than a dozen soldiers accompanying it on both sides.
In the carriage, Leo flat-mouthed, rubbed his butt that was stiff from sitting for a long time, and said dissatisfiedly: "Boss, why bother with this? How much faster can we go directly to the War Fortress?"
Lorraine glanced at Leo angrily. This little ruffian was always ashes in the sky. He was so gray that he felt comfortable. He had only been away from the carriage for a few days and started to complain. Even though he had been riding in the carriage for most of the day,
Driving along the national highway in this era is indeed very difficult.
"The reason why we need to keep things secret is that the enemy cannot detect any abnormality at the critical moment. Otherwise, our goblin intelligence agents' hard work will be in vain." Lorraine shrugged and said, "Maybe he will have to save his life."
Leo plucked his round head and said, "It's really complicated. Why not go to War Fortress with our agents and bulldoze that Aldheim hiding in the corner."
Lorraine shook his head and said solemnly: "Don't underestimate the dark mages. They have been able to control the Semitic tribe for two thousand years. They are quite strong in terms of strength and accumulation.
Aldheim is small, but we still don’t know the plan of the dark mages. How will they attack us in the north? When will they come? How many troops will they have?
Leo sighed helplessly and said, "In short, this is a losing business."
Lorraine shrugged and said: "It's easy to bulldoze an Oldham, but maybe a Powderheim or a Stedheim will pop up from behind in a few days.
If we don't completely cut off their roots, our hundreds of thousands of troops will have to stay firmly on the northern border and always be on guard against them."
Leo dragged his chin, twisted his eyebrows and thought: "Boss, how do you think the dark mage will do it?"
"Who knows?" Lorraine grinned and said: "The dark mage's methods are weird. Just a lich destroyed an Edinport. Who knows what they will take out of their pockets."
The headquarters of the Northern Theater Command is a majestic fortress with a history of three hundred years.
The Commander-in-Chief's office is on the third floor of the fortress, occupying the entire first floor. This is the chassis of Marquis Marreton.
The Maredon family is a military family. Counting from the Marquis of Maredon upwards, they have been generals of the Ruman Empire for more than ten generations. They once had a deputy minister of military affairs.
Now in the hands of the Marquis of Maleton, he has once again flourished and sat on the throne of marshal.
The Marquis of Maleton, who is sitting at the table and listening to the staff report, is an old soldier over fifty years old and a typical aristocratic general. He has inherited the tradition of the Maleton family and is serious, rigid and has a tough personality.
, the routine of life is monotonous.
His gray hair was combed back meticulously, his military uniform was neatly buttoned, his beautiful general uniform was spotless, and his riding boots were especially polished.
Opposite him, several junior staff officers were reporting to him on war preparations but fearfully, fearing that they would make some mistakes and trigger a storm of curses from the Marquis of Maleton.
At this time, an officer held the crumpled note in his hand, opened the door and hurried in.
Marquis Maleton frowned in displeasure. He was very disgusted with the panic of his men. It made them look unprofessional at all. Qualified soldiers should wear steel swords without changing their color.
The officer saw the terrifying look in his boss's eyes and trembled with fright. He suddenly stopped and pulled his collar, walked to Marquis Mareton, leaned down and said, "Someone sent this."
"What is it?" Marquis Maleton took it and glanced at it. His expression suddenly changed. He pinched his subordinate's shoulders and said sternly: "Where is he?"
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