Chapter 983 The New Liaison Officer (asking for a monthly ticket)
While everyone was blocking the street and fighting and making noise, two people were watching the excitement below with great interest on the second floor of the hotel on the street.
This location happens to be the highest point near the city gate. From here, you can see the nearby port as soon as you look up.
Anyone with a little experience can deduce the current status of the peacekeeping forces and even the next military action from the materials loaded and unloaded at the port.
When looking into the city, the end of the sight is the former Hafs City Lord's Mansion, which has become the headquarters of Lao He's troops.
There are countless flags flying in the sky now, and each flag is embroidered with a different coat of arms, representing that they come from different countries on the continent.
The flying battle flags also represent the past glory and honor of the regiment to which they belong.
And now, with an order, these battle flags have all gathered together. Under the tallest and most prominent battle flag in the middle.
Although the huge battle flag looks a bit weird, and only a group of abstract artists can see the beauty in it, no one dares to doubt the huge energy it represents.
As long as the flag is waved, the mountains and rivers will change color and blood will flow~!
Just thinking about that scene is enough to make ordinary people tremble with fear.
In fact, even though this restaurant is far away from the headquarters, as long as you see those battle flags, you can still clearly feel the evil aura coming from there.
But even so, the business of this small building is still very good.
For this war, soldiers gathered in Hafs Port, and tens of thousands of soldiers were suddenly crowded in. Because of their professional characteristics, soldiers are the best consumer group among all customers-the vast majority of these bastards
Most people have never had the habit of saving money, and will always spend all the money in their pockets before the next paycheck.
Not to mention, there are all kinds of merchants who are just trying to make money from the gold coins in the pockets of these bigger soldiers. Those merchants are extremely considerate in launching various services for these young, reckless, and energetic soldiers.
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Just a wink from the beautiful waitress in the tavern is enough to make these young men who have never seen much of the world, and who have stayed in the military camp for too long, even look at an old sow and think they have double eyelids, are enough to make their blood pressure rise with excitement.
hurricane.
Even like the legendary super invincible Thunderbolt Love Saint, a real man among real men, King Kong, he rushed to the top of the Empire State Building, beat his breasts and screamed to the sky, beating the ash for the woman he loved.
Machine. It is definitely not an impossible thing.
Naturally, in this process, they will willingly drain every coin they have.
Driven by their efforts, Hafsport's consumption index keeps rising.
Under such circumstances, the tertiary industry, represented by the cultural and entertainment industry, has naturally developed vigorously, which has greatly boosted the G.port index of Hafsport.
Now just going to a tavern for a drink is enough to cost those big soldiers half a month's salary.
In addition, there were also large numbers of merchants who smelled the smell of blood and rushed over like sharks.
The gathering of such a large population has far exceeded the capacity of Hafs Port. Now the prices in Hafs Port have been soaring.
In a well-located restaurant like this, such a convenient room would never be available unless booked in advance or by someone with real wealth.
Nowadays, the cost of being able to sit in this position and have a meal is beyond the reach of ordinary people.
This room is somewhat elegantly decorated, with some fresh flowers and antiques placed around it, and a few oil paintings hanging on the walls.
It shows that the owner of the restaurant has put a lot of thought into it and is not an out-and-out businessman.
Although for those who know the art, those antiques are fake and the oil paintings are not very good. At best, they are the works of third-rate painters.
But the huge ice cubes placed in the surrounding corners brought a lot of coolness to the room in this slightly hot weather.
Sitting in the middle seat was a young man with a square face, a tall figure and a dignified appearance.
He had thick black hair that was neatly combed, and he was wearing a set of clothes that looked like a military uniform, but without any military rank or markings.
Although he is not very old, he has a calm and solemn demeanor. He just sits there with a straight face and looks calm and powerful. He is obviously a noble of high birth.
Opposite him was an old man with white hair. The skin on his face was wrinkled like dried orange peel. He was wearing finely sewn clothes and was dressed like a rich man.
A pair of small triangular eyes only showed a slit, as if they were too muffled to open. His hands were as dry and thin as bird claws, but there was a thick layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth. He was obviously a warrior who had held a sword for a long time.
There were several exquisite side dishes on the table, but they looked untouched.
The tables around the two of them were filled with burly men with expressionless faces, vaguely surrounding the two of them in the center.
Each of these big men carried knives and swords, and from time to time, the metallic light of mail gleamed from under their loose blouses. Their brows were full of ferocious evil, and they squinted their eyes and watched everyone next to them vigilantly, as if they could not agree with each other.
It's like drawing a sword against someone.
The waiter who served them was so frightened that he didn't even dare to express his anger. He walked over cautiously, one step at a time, his hands holding the plate were trembling, let alone opening his mouth to ask for a tip.
After putting down the plate, the waiter turned around and ran away, trying to escape from this place.
The young man in the middle suddenly spoke and said: "Man, wait a minute."
The sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy immediately stood there and did not dare to move. He was so frightened that he was shaking. He slowly turned around, lowered his eyes and said with trembling eyes: "Guest, what else do you have to say?
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The young man raised his eyebrows and thought to himself: Am I that terrible?
Then a gold coin popped out and landed accurately on the boy's plate, making a crisp sound.
The boy's eyes widened for a moment, and the golden light blinded him for a moment, and then he went out with a lot of thanks.
The young man glanced at the big man next to him and said, "Don't always look like you want to eat people. There is no safer place in the world than here."
The old man smiled and said: "My eldest son, they are also responsible. Your safety is not your sole concern.
Besides, this city is full of heavily armed Ruman soldiers, and our feud with them will last more than a day or two."
The young man shrugged helplessly, then nodded at the crowd in the middle of the street and said, "So this guy is the famous Archbishop Sandos."
The old man looked at the wealthy archbishop and smiled and said, "This guy has tricked a lot of people, and even I lost ten gold coins."
The young man burst out laughing, patted the table and said, "I thought the teacher didn't know how to gamble.
The old man said: "1 A small gamble will make you happy, but a big gamble will harm the country. However, I guess there are three people in the whole city who don't hate him."
"Three?" The young man frowned and thought for a while, then finally shook his head and said, "I know Lorraine and his pope's wife, who is the other one?"
"Of course it's Prince Leo." The old man said leisurely.
The young man patted his big tui and laughed loudly, saying: "What the teacher said is absolutely true. But..."
The young man put away his smile, squinted his eyes and looked down at Archbishop Sandos, who was negotiating with the captain of the military police, and said suddenly: "Treating war is like child's play, gambling with army generals, and supporting someone who knows nothing just for a joke.
General.
These Ruman people are too proud. I think they are overconfident."
The old man smiled generously.
The young man shook his head and continued: "The commander-in-chief is busy chasing the queen, the deputy commander-in-chief has his wife and children, and half of his soldiers are not even as good as militiamen.
Is this a war? I think they are more like on vacation. Where do you see it? Teacher."
The old man's small triangular eyes were shining brightly, he glanced at the dejected Archbishop Sandos, shook his head slightly and said: "In my opinion...not necessarily~!
A young man from Lorraine succeeded in commanding an army of 500,000 Flying Eagle War Gods, and his momentum was at its peak. He was accompanied by his charming and beautiful concubine all the time, and he had never been defeated since he went into battle. It was inevitable that he would become proud and complacent.
But according to my more than ten years of experience, Archduke Julius is a cunning old wolf who is best at disguising himself. He cannot possibly not know the disadvantages of doing so..."
The old man Momo had sparse hair on his head and thought: "In my opinion, they should be showing their success by doing this."
"Oh?" The young man looked curious and said, "How do you say this?"
The old man tapped his fingers on the table and said slowly: "Because as far as I know, the middle and lower-level officers of Ruman's army actually have Hadou phobia in their hearts.
In the past few decades, Hadou has become too much of a myth. There are rumors that Hadou has a pair of eyes that can see into the future.
They probably wanted to use this method to relieve the soldiers' nervousness."
The young man thought for a while, shook his head and said: "The heretical way is not the right path. In fact, Hadou's power is a castle in the air. It seems to have several provinces and 150,000 soldiers, but the so-called allies are of the same mind and have different morals. They are just a bunch of rebellious officials and traitors.
, there is not enough success and more than enough failure.
I have done some research and found that Hadou is actually the most afraid of head-on confrontation and always uses clever tricks to defeat his enemies.
To deal with Hadou, we should use the main force to contain some of his troops, and then use a small force to attack his base camp to cut off its roots, and the rest will collapse without a fight.
Now the army of 500,000 people is running out of money all day long, spending tens of thousands a day, and only focusing on endless exercises, what kind of thing is this~!"
The old man shook his head and sighed in his heart. He knew in his heart that he, the eldest son, also had a dream of a peerless general, a beautiful woman and a hero. As a young man with strong blood, who didn't have this dream?
Therefore, this eldest son has been fond of military books and war stories since he was a child. He often pestered the generals returning from the front to tell them about their battle experiences. As a child, he had already intended to compete with the heroes of the world.
Given his status and future position, this is a matter of course.
It's just that his father just released him, and saw that the young master looked like a kid who had just been released from the pen.
Like a lion, he couldn't hold back the desire in his heart and wanted to have a big fight.
We have to admit that this young man is very talented. He is flexible, talented, open-minded and willing to learn, and he can listen to other people's opinions.
But compared with those old foxes who have been in the spotlight for decades, he was just a little rooster who had just taken off his down.
The old man thought for a while, adjusted his tone, and said: "There is an old saying in the far East, the general who is best at fighting can conquer the enemy without going to war.
Hadu is a veteran who knows everything he can. He has not lost a single match in his 40 years of career. He will not fail to understand this. There is no one in this world who can win the greatest victory at the minimum cost. No one can compare with Hadu."
The young man smiled and said: "Even the teacher who is known as the most intelligent general in the empire can't do it?"
The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "The most wise general? People in the world often make false claims when they don't know the truth. There are countless people in the empire who are smarter than me.
And Hadu, this man has evil plans, and I am not as good as him."
The young man was undoubtedly splashed with cold water. He touched his clean chin with his finger and said: "Is it a conspiracy of ghosts and gods...Then the teacher is not optimistic that the peacekeeping force can win? If so, we must reconsider."
The old man shook his head and said: "No, compared to Hadou, I am more optimistic about the peacekeeping force. In other words, if nothing unexpected happens, Hadou should not be able to stand up this time.
The Grand Duke Julius was good at using scheming to arrange his troops and set up an imperial formation. Hundreds of thousands of troops pressed in like a snowy mountain.
Either fight him or run away without a fight, and we suffered a lot in that regard.
Commanding large armies was the forte of Archduke Julius. On the other hand, Hadou only commanded 50,000 troops at most once in his life. You know, commanding 50,000 troops and commanding 100,000 troops are completely different things. Not to mention the Count of Lorraine.
's deputy.
The name of the Flying Eagle God of War was not just blown away. Although I have never dealt with him, I know that the war game and "On War" were all created by him.
Especially the book "On War"
He pioneered military theory, and this alone is enough to make him famous in history."
The young man was quite dissatisfied. He had also grown up in the praise and flattery of others since he was a child, and he was also a figure who could look down on the world's heroes. Hearing the old man praise others so much, he felt a little uncomfortable.
The old man hesitated for a moment, but in order to let the other party have a clear understanding of Lorraine,
He then continued: "You may not know that a few years ago when he was still in school, he engaged in war games and helped the Grand Duke find out the only weakness of the unfavorable city."
The young man's expression suddenly became tense. Is there any weakness in Markhan City?
He immediately asked, "What is that?"
The old man smiled and said: "Use the Urban cannon to bombard the city for half a month, and the city of Markand will fall if we withdraw~"
The young man immediately said with disdain, "Go," and said, "What kind of weakness is this? The Urban Cannon is an extremely powerful weapon that ordinary people can afford to use."
The old man couldn't help but shook his head, but he didn't say any more. "You know what you can do, you know what you can't do." This in itself shows that the other party is a military master who cannot be underestimated by anyone.
What's more, his move is impossible to crack. This is the most terrifying thing. Once the opponent really starts to use Urban cannon, the fall of Markand City will really be just around the corner~!
The young man changed the subject at this time and said: "Don't say that these are useless, you should tell me about this war. What tactics do you think the Grandmaster will use?"
The old man smiled bitterly and said, "Grand Duke Julius?
With such a strong military advantage, he didn't need any tactics at all.
All you need to do is to work step by step, play steadily, and gradually compress Hadou's space for movement. In the end, Hadou will be like a fish in a pond that has been drained of water. No matter how powerful this fish is, it will only be suffocated to death.
This is why His Majesty the General, er, Sir, is relieved that the Eldest Young Master will come."
The young man shrugged and curled his lips and said: "I hate fighting this kind of unskilled battle. Besides, how long will it take? Half a year or a year? Will the undead give them this time?"
The old man smiled and said: "This is not something I could have guessed."
"I understand~!" The young man suddenly slapped the table and said with a smile.
"What do you understand, eldest son?" "I understand why Lorraine trained this Archbishop Sandos. Because Lorraine must have been bored, just like a cat playing with a ball of string when it is bored."
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled and said, "It's really possible. This lovely archbishop has no value worth cultivating whether you look at it horizontally or vertically."
The young man sighed, stood up, and said: "Let's go, teacher. After being here for so many days, we have seen almost everything we need to see. It's time for us to meet the Flying Eagle God of War, Lord Lorraine.
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The old man threw down a few gold coins and waved to the big men around him. Some of them jumped up quickly and walked downstairs first.
The young man walked towards the commander-in-chief of the peacekeeping force calmly, surrounded by bodyguards mixed in with the crowd, protecting him in the middle.
A few streets away from the headquarters is the military area designated by the peacekeeping force. The headquarters of the peacekeeping force, various logistics, military police, intelligence agencies, and some soldiers' dormitories are all here.
Soldiers tightly guarded several access roads.
However, they did not check the pedestrians entering and exiting, so there were many civilians with bills of lading and carts walking back and forth in the military area among the soldiers. Most of them were vendors selling vegetables and meat.
The young man and the old man were accompanied by more than a dozen guards. When they entered the military area, the soldiers on duty just glanced at them curiously, probably regarding them as the commander and followers of a certain Holy See legion.
Near the headquarters, the defense became even tighter. It could be said that one step at a time, and the orc soldiers standing guard at the door were still Orc soldiers in black heavy armor. There were mages and priests mixed among them.
It can be said that it is truly difficult for a bird to cross.
Inspections have also become more careful. Personnel entering and exiting the headquarters must show their IDs, and weapons and items they carry must be opened and inspected carefully.
There was a long queue waiting to enter, but no one dared to complain, because right next to them, a group of orcs like iron towers, holding broad-edged swords in both hands, looked at them with cold eyes.
Look at everyone around you.
Just swinging the sword reflecting the cold light can cut a person into two pieces like jelly.
Young people and old people can only line up obediently behind the crowd and wait patiently for inspection to enter.
Next to the young man stood an Orc infantryman, holding a shield in one hand and a steel spear in the other.
The young man seemed to have seen a rare toy. He stared at the orc without blinking and looked up and down carefully several times.
The Orc only glanced at him and then turned his gaze away, staring closely at the guards behind him. In the Orc's view, those people were much more dangerous than the pretty boy in front of him.
The young man pulled on the old man and whispered: "Teacher, what do you think of these orcs?"
The old man glanced at the orc heavy infantry and said, "When the orcs went to the battlefield, the old minister had already transferred them.
But I heard from Cialis that he suffered a lot at the hands of these orcs. These beasts were simply born for war."
The young man sighed, and then said angrily: "Why is Lorraine so lucky~!"
"Hello, please show me your ID." came the stereotypical business tone of the military policemen from the side.
Only then did the young people come to their senses and it was their turn.
The young man suddenly hunched over, raised his head proudly, and said: "Please inform the Commander-in-Chief of the Peacekeeping Forces, the liaison officer of the Parthian Empire Peacekeeping Forces Dispatch Force."!