Unable to resist the power, Roy's rotten eggplant face immediately turned into a cheerful smiling face.
Big Head has been in Polabel for five years, and his face and hair have been rubbed and played with for five years. He has long understood the benefits of being submissive. Since you can't resist, then be happy, which can be more or less likable. If you are reluctant,
He was scolded and rubbed and was rubbed, but he became hated by people and ghosts.
At this moment, Ivy was watching eagerly from the side, and Roy's smile was brighter than usual. A pair of white teeth seemed to shine.
However, this did not go down well with Ivy.
After a period of contact, she had a good understanding of this boy's honest and confused appearance, but in fact he was cunning and cunning. When she saw his appearance, she was a little wary in her heart. She thought to herself, no matter what tricks this boy is planning to play,
, beat him first and then talk.
"Okay, let's talk about the situation in the military camp," Gustas said to Roy, "This time you are entering the camp in the south of the city. It was originally the camp of the Munich City Guard. Tomorrow General Fano will raise troops. About three
One-third of the troops will go to the front line in advance.
Half of the remaining troops will be set off as reinforcements within a week, and the other half will be commanded by General Eugene, deputy commander of the Guards, and will be mainly responsible for the defense and logistical support of the Munich area. Your training after entering the camp will also be conducted by Eugene.
The general is in charge."
Eugene... Roy chewed on the name.
Normally when everyone talks about the Munich City Guard, the first thing that comes to mind is the Guard Commander Fano. As for this deputy commander, he has little impression.
Seemingly seeing Roy's unfamiliarity with Eugene, Gustas said: "You may rarely hear about this person. However, in the Munich Guard, the soldiers are most afraid of this deputy commander. He is in charge
Housekeeping and training are extremely demanding and unkind..."
As he said that, Gustas glanced at Roy sideways and said, "When you enter the military camp, please stop causing trouble. Don't think that General Eugene will be as easy to talk to as us."
Roy nodded his head.
Seeing him acting like a good boy, the instructors looked at each other, but sighed inwardly.
This little bastard is good at everything, but he is too trouble-making. The more honest he appears, the more uneasy everyone becomes.
You know, this time the three major training camps are marching into the military camp together. There are no teachers around to watch, and things may turn upside down at any time. With the traditional contradictions of the three major training camps, coupled with the personality of this bastard, he just uses his feet.
I thought with my fingers and knew what would happen.
However, no matter how worried they are, they can only sound the alarm to Roy now. If he and other students really cause any trouble in the military camp, the college will not be able to control it.
According to the Empire's wartime laws, after entering the camp, all students will automatically leave the academy and convert from reserve soldiers to regular soldiers. The operation is temporarily under the command of Grand Duke Lulian, and his identity is a royal non-commissioned officer registered with the military department. He is loyal to the imperial family.
The training camp teachings, as the foundation of the empire's military training, are not allowed to directly participate in the war until the most critical moment of the empire's survival. Therefore, the officers who lead the trainees are also selected from the guards and the lord's guards.
This also means that until the battle is over and they return to the academy, everything about the students has nothing to do with the academy. Regardless of whether they are rewarded for their meritorious service or punished for their mistakes, there is naturally a set of military rules to follow. The academy has no right to interfere.
Gustas also knew that he was talking to Roy by saying this. But fortunately, although his disciple had a very bad personality, he was not someone who took the initiative to cause trouble. Moreover, he was naturally cunning and cunning. If he wanted to make him suffer, he would not do it.
Anyone can do it.
With this thought, Gustas felt relieved. He carefully explained some matters that the army needed to pay attention to, and then left in a hurry.
This is the first time that the Munich branch has gone to war since it was founded nearly a century ago. As the students are about to report to the camp, as the dean, he still has a lot of work to do. Especially after the resignation of the deputy dean Diarra.
Next...the old man is walking with joy.
As soon as Gustas left, the room suddenly became noisy.
"Good boy," Quick, who once almost punched Roy to death as an intruder in the secret camp, slapped Roy hard on the shoulder. "Well done."
Everyone knows that Roy was promoted to Brave Knight.
Speaking of which, Quick was also responsible for this. If his punch hadn't unleashed Roy's full potential. Coupled with Steve's Wu Luo Body Tempering Pill to expand the muscles, only
I'm afraid Roy won't break through so soon.
However, what everyone didn't expect was that the strength Roy showed in this battle far exceeded their expectations.
In the battle against Team B, not only did he easily break Gomez's carefully prepared Level 5 magic with a level 3 golden blade, but he also received a shocking blow from Allen and all members of Team B to form a battle ring.
gun.
In the battles with Team S and Team A, his feather arrows repeatedly appeared at the most critical moments and in the most critical places, guiding Team E to survive in danger many times and move towards victory step by step.
Although in the end, this little bastard's method was indeed a bit shameless, it could not at all negate his performance in the entire battle.
From the beginning of the battle, the eyes of the secret camp instructors never left Roy for a second. His steps and attack angles, the method and timing of his attacks, the selection and use of magic, the coordination of battle rings and martial arts...
Everything is seen by them.
The more they watched, the more delighted and proud everyone became.
The magic teachers applauded Roy's magic, from the binding of green vines to the wall of fire, from the wall of fire to water bombs. The interplay of elements was played by him through elemental transformation and mixed magic. And these were all the things he joined in the dark camp.
Something to learn later.
The knight instructors applauded Roy's martial arts.
Although the sword skills and ax skills used by this boy in the battle were not inherited from the dark camp, that was just because Roy had only been in the camp for a short period of time. From the battle, they saw Roy's talent.
, is his innate fighting consciousness.
As a teacher, who wouldn’t be happy and proud to have such a disciple?!
"Good guy, how did you shoot those last few arrows with steering?"
"Po Allen's hand is beautiful. The three magics are mutually reinforcing and incompatible, and the element transformation is as natural as nature. It's beautiful, beautiful. You are worthy of being my student."
"Are you praising him or yourself?"
"Hahaha."
"If you ask me, the most powerful thing today was the last 'action'! As soon as this move came out, not to mention the gang of boys from S Brigade and A Brigade, even Diarra and Farley, they lost their armor!"
"I wonder how Diarra is doing now. Is that guy going to cry?"
A bunch of unscrupulous teachers are talking all over the place and are having a lot of fun.
Roy looked modest. He kept saying that it wasn't that he was great, but that his instructors taught him well. Without the old guys present, his performance in today's game would not have been possible. A bunch of old guys and a young guy were praising each other. All I could see was
Ivy curled her mouth again and again.
"It's a pity," Steve said to Roy after laughing, "your boy's learning time is still too short, and he has to enter the military camp tomorrow. With this delay, when will he be able to learn all our skills..."
As soon as he said this, the teachers present all nodded.
Roy's talent is beyond words, and his understanding is also strong. Teaching such a student will become more and more addictive the more you become a teacher. You can't wait to teach him all your skills and watch him get better day by day. The sense of accomplishment is unparalleled to any other.
Nothing can be replaced.
Unfortunately, Roy's time in the dark camp was too short.
This kid's foundation in magic is already poor. Since joining the camp, he has learned a total of two courses. One is the basic theory of elemental science. The other is the conversion rules and formulas of elemental arrays. As for fighting spirit martial arts, they haven't even started yet.
Woolen cloth.
Moreover, despite his majestic appearance on the playing field today, it was all because his opponent was only a first-year student, and the most powerful one only had the strength of a brave star.
What if you meet a high-level knight on the battlefield?
Therefore, the teachers were more anxious than anyone else about the delay in study time. They wanted to catch this kid and put him in a dormitory, and stuff all their abilities into him like a duck.
'No,' Steve said categorically, pacing back and forth, 'your learning cannot stop. Not only cannot it stop, it must also be strengthened.'
He turned to Ivy and said: 'Ivy, are you serving as a medical officer in the army?'
Ivy nodded.
'What level?' Steve asked.
Ivy smiled slightly and said, 'Second seat.'
‘Great.’ Steve clapped his hands and said happily.
The military medical officer is the most respected profession in the army. On the battlefield, who can ensure that no one is injured and whether he can save his life depends to a large extent on the medical officer.
Therefore, in the army, although medical officers are not military chiefs, they have a very high status. No matter how arrogant a guy is, he would not dare to be rude to a medical officer. Anyone who dares to go beyond the limits will be punished by others without waiting for his injury and revenge.
He beat him half to death.
Medical officers enjoy different status and treatment according to their different levels.
The highest one is the chief medical officer, and there is only one in an army. The second is the second medical officer, whose number varies from three to ten depending on the size of the army.
Next, there are senior, mid-level and junior medical officers.
Although Ivy is young, she is a great pharmacist, so it is natural for her to serve as a junior medical officer.
However, what everyone cares about is not this, but that as the second medical officer, Ivy's power and treatment will be different. Apart from anything else, there is no doubt about a separate and clean room.
'After entering the camp, whenever you are free, you can go to Ivy's room,' Steve arranged without any explanation: 'We will take turns teaching you, so don't think about being lazy.'
Roy was stunned and turned to look at Ivy.
"What are you looking at!" Ivy scolded Roy and glanced at Steve again, feeling annoyed. Although she was ten years older than Roy in terms of age, she was still an unmarried woman after all. Being fucked by a boy all day long
What would it be like to run to the barracks and be seen by others?
However, there was no other way. She believed that if she dared to refuse, her father would come and try hard to persuade her. She would have to agree.
Now this black-haired boy is their treasure. Even he, who has always been favored, has to step aside.
Ivy was a little depressed and stared at Roy. Suddenly she turned her eyes and thought of a way to take revenge.
"Since Uncle Steve said it, it's decided, but..." She said to Roy with a serious face: "Don't forget, as a member of the dark camp, I am also your mentor."
Whether you are a magician or a knight, it is very necessary to master basic pharmacy knowledge. Therefore, in the course schedule, pharmacy must be included first.'
Hearing Ivy's words, Steve and others were startled. But soon, everyone reacted, looked at each other, and a smile flashed on their faces.
They all watched Ivy grow up, so how could they not understand this girl's jealousy and revengeful mentality. At that moment, a group of people nodded their heads, agreed, and pushed Roy back into the pit of fire.
'That's right'
'Roy, pharmacy is much more important than our classes, you have to study hard.'
‘I’ll rest assured when I leave you to Ivy.’
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Green Tower Manor, afternoon.
The bells in the city have just struck four times, and the bells have gone away leisurely. A few white clouds hang motionless in the blue sky, contrasting with the white roofs of the small buildings and the tall green water towers. Frogs are chirping and cicadas are chirping.
During the middle of the day, a swallow flew over from the ditch on the other side of the field and got under the eaves of the house.
Malt stretched her legs and sat on the lounge chair under the shade of the tree in the vestibule. Oliver lazily crawled at her feet, rolling around from time to time. He exposed his white belly to the light spots through the shade, half-squinting his eyes.
, with a satisfied look on his face.
In the garden not far away, Carol was repeatedly practicing the construction of elemental arrays. The invisible elemental arrays formed quickly and then dispersed quickly. Even a half-second improvement would make the girl happy.
Miki and the Elf Safari were practicing archery at the foot of the hillside. Arrows flew through the void and accurately penetrated into the red heart of the arrow target on the hillside 300 meters away. Several knights who stayed at the manor were watching.
They were either sitting on stones wiping their swords, or washing their horses by the apricot edge. From time to time they stood up straight and cheered loudly.
On the hillsides and woods in the distance, the figures of patrolling knights appeared. They glanced here from a distance, then laughed and disappeared again.
In the silent room, Roy sat quietly on the floor like a carved villa. Waves of turbulent energy from heaven and earth came in, washing over his body and sea of consciousness.
In the world of judgment, wearing a black tights, he is like a vigorous cheetah, followed by a slim white figure, running at high speed through the jungle. When the white shadow rises, he rises. When the white shadow falls, he falls.
.Two figures, one white and one black, one in front and one behind. Speeding like lightning.
This is Roy's 329th running training with Bow Spirit.
"One thousand meters!"
Roy adjusted his breathing and stimulated his body's fighting spirit to the extreme. Two battle rings wandered between his rapidly alternating feet, spinning crazily.
Bang, a soft sound.
The bow spirit in front kicked off his right foot and drew a graceful arc with his body. He jumped out from the high cliff and took two consecutive steps in the air, one step higher than the other until he reached the highest point. A somersault, like
A possum-like glided down and landed on the mountain wall at the other end of the eighty-meter-wide canyon.
Immediately, she jumped up the cliff with her feet like an agile blue sheep.
Ten meters, five meters, one meter... Roy, who was closely behind, stepped onto the cliff, and like a copy, he shot towards the opposite cliff along the arc of the bow spirit's leap.
One step, two steps... Poof, Roy felt that the fighting spirit in his body suddenly stagnated at this moment. His whole body fell straight down the cliff like a heavy weight!
Boom! A loud noise.
After tasting the painful taste of his body falling hundreds of meters, hitting the rocks hard, and turning into a puddle of flesh, Roy's eyes darkened. When he opened his eyes, he had returned to a place full of green grass.
On a hillside covered with trees.
Huh. Roy let out a depressed breath and thought to himself, "Today is the fifth time I have tried to hit the thousand mark. But every time, I failed at this place. Unlucky!"
Roy angrily pulled a piece of grass, held it in his mouth, and then, just like the previous four times, he quickly ran up the ridge and climbed up a tall eucalyptus tree.
This is a magic eucalyptus tree. It is thousands of years old and is three hundred meters high. Climbing to the top of the tree, he can see most of the areas where the bow spirits move. This is the fiftieth time he has lost his bow.
After the spirit, a good place to discover.
From then on, whenever the training failed, he would climb the tree and observe the entire battle process of Bow Spirit.
Although he has watched it more than two hundred times, Roy is still fascinated every time he sees the bow spirit wandering in the jungle.
This is a wonderful hunt and counter-hunt staged in the jungle.
Faced with hundreds of demons surrounding and suppressing him, Bow Ling used an area consisting of a canyon, two mountain valleys, and five hills as a battlefield and roamed at high speed. He often jumped out of the encirclement before the demons encircled him, and often took advantage of the enemy to be alone.
Or if they are too far away from each other, they will kill each other fiercely.
Compared to the bravery of the ax spirit and the ruthlessness of the sword spirit, the battle of the bow spirit is completely a kind of killing art that is extremely cruel, extremely calm, extremely rational, and extremely beautiful.
After watching more than two hundred times, Roy could already draw every path of the Bow Spirit. He could recite every change of direction, timing and attack methods. It was precisely because he could see it so clearly that he found it hard to believe that a person who was being attacked
The pursuer was actually able to make such an accurate judgment in a jungle with complex terrain, dim lighting, and dangers.
By drawing the route of the bow spirit, Roy can outline a web of death on this hunting ground. The criss-crossing network lines often pass through the gaps in the demonic encirclement and suppression circle with incomparable accuracy. A flower blooms.
A shocking blood flower.
Even as a bystander, Roy could feel an almost terrifying pressure of death.
He has lived in the wild since he was a child. Hunting monsters and surviving in the wilderness has always been a part of his life. To be honest, his survival and hunting methods in the jungle are even better than those of the most elite falcons in the army.
Not falling behind either.
However, everything he was proud of was as childish and ridiculous as the toys of a filial son in front of Gong Ling.
Roy believed that if he was a member of the demon clan, the best choice would be to stay far away from this death zone. However, he had calculated that if he wanted to escape from the bow spirit, he must be on the battlefield.
The edge, and the time left for yourself. Less than half a prayer time.
"Whoosh whoosh..." Nine feather arrows passed through the bushes and nailed three low-level demon soldiers to the tree. Immediately, the figure of the bow spirit flashed and disappeared from the place. When he reappeared, he was already in the tree.
On a hillside dozens of meters away, he slit the throat of a low-level demon general with the dagger in his hand.
The Demon General's body instantly solidified, then shattered into pieces, turning into a cloud of ash and dissipating in the wind.
At this time, Bow Spirit had already laid three traps in the jungle on the hillside. Roy, who had watched the battle process two to three hundred times, knew that in a few minutes, more than half of a demon team would be lost here.
of combat effectiveness.
The remaining half will be attacked and killed by bow spirits in a mountain col less than five kilometers away from here after half a prayer time.
Roy sat down on a branch, held his chin, and watched with great interest.
Among the three weapon spirits he has come into contact with now, the fighting style of the Bow Spirit is far more to his liking than the fighting styles of the Ax Spirit and Sword Spirit.
That guy Ax Spirit was fighting all the demons alone on the top of the mountain. He was fierce enough, but he was too tired.
And the sword spirit always has only one purpose in fighting, and that is to kill. Even if he has a set of hand-to-hand combat skills to save his life, it is to exchange injuries for injuries, and to pierce the sword into the enemy's throat harder and faster. A long street
When he walked down, there were hundreds of large and small wounds on his body.
The bow spirit, on the other hand, is downright killing.
The peerless shooting skills that can be called divine arrows, the erratic and strange elf movements, and the various attack and killing methods displayed in the battle all opened Roy's eyes.
However, since he started practicing with Gong Ling until now, his longest run has never been more than one thousand meters.
Roy calculated that the entire battle, from the time when the bow spirit was surrounded and suppressed to when she counter-hunted and defeated the demons, only lasted for more than half a prayer, but the total distance she ran was more than forty kilometers. Moreover,
If it weren't for the fact that there were too few demons to kill, judging from the ease of her steps, she wouldn't be able to breathe even for 400 kilometers.
To practice with the Ax Spirit is to endure the siege of tens of thousands of demons for a night. To practice with the Sword Spirit is to defeat each opponent and walk the entire length of the street. To practice with the Bow Spirit is to obviously run the forty kilometers.
The killing journey.
But it’s easy to say it, but it’s much easier said than done.
The bow spirit is too fast.
The same distance, the same pace, if Roy is a cheetah, then she is a bolt of lightning. Such running speed and intensity have far exceeded Roy's ability. On weekdays, she can run 50 kilometers with a load of 300 kilograms.
Even if he only wore a pair of underpants and followed Gong Ling, he could only run a few hundred meters before collapsing.
If you can't keep up, you won't learn anything. The elves' footwork, body skills, archery and various killing methods are all displayed while running. You can only follow closely behind, imitate, and observe.
Only by experiencing can you learn.
From 50 meters to 100 meters, from 100 meters to 300 meters, then to 500 meters, to 800 meters... Every increase in distance is a difficult breakthrough for Roy.
With the improvement of fighting spirit, understanding of Bow Ling's footwork, and adapting to the rhythm, Roy has now approached the kilometer mark. Although compared to the total running distance of 40 kilometers of Bow Ling, this distance is
It was insignificant. But Roy still saw hope and learned a lot from it.
What makes Roy most proud is the first elf footwork he learned - the lunge in the clouds.
In the field of vision, Bow Ling's figure was hidden behind the ridge.
Roy knew that he wouldn't be able to see her for at least five minutes after this. He was bored in the tree. Taking advantage of this time, he kicked his right foot on the tree trunk and jumped towards the dozens of people like a big bird.
The top of another big tree jumped over meters away.
After jumping more than ten meters, the kinetic energy obtained by relying on the tree trunks had exhausted, and the figure began to decline. At this moment, Roy's battle rings suddenly rotated, collided with each other in the air, and suddenly exploded. A white shock wave, pushing
Opening the air, a white aura formed behind him.
Roy's body seemed to be frozen in the air. After a short pause, his body looked like a candle in the wind. It dimmed first, as if melting into the void. Then it shone again and turned into a string.
The arrow shot straight out. The speed was many times faster than before!
In just a blink of an eye, the distance of more than 40 meters had passed by in a flash. Seeing the treetops approaching, Roy suddenly drew his sword and used a cross-cut move, slashing down hard.
There was only a loud bang, and the white cross sword light sank into the tree trunk. The top of the big tree hundreds of meters high was completely blown to pieces. Broken branches and leaves flew everywhere. A huge lightning-shaped crack went all the way along the trunk.
It extends downward and divides the entire tree into two halves.
At this time, Roy had already used his strength to rebound, and like a swallow that had been flying back in the air, he landed gently and skillfully on another tree.
The breeze blew, and Roy's body rose and fell gently with the branches. He felt extremely comfortable.
The lunge in the clouds is an extremely magical footwork that is extremely powerful when used in combat. It can often deliver a fatal blow or escape under unimaginable circumstances.
Take the Cross Cut move I just made as an example. This martial skill is just an ordinary three-star martial skill. Even if I now have the strength of a brave knight, I can't split the tree in half. And with the Cloud Step,
At such a speed, the power of this cross slash was more than doubled!
That's what footwork is for.
This kind of footwork has always been a secret of the elves, but now, even within the elves, it has long been lost. I can learn it, which must be said to be a blessing. I can now keep up with the bow spirit for nearly a thousand people.
More than half of the distance is due to learning the Cloud Stance. Otherwise, it only takes fifty meters for the bow spirit to throw itself out of sight.
But... thinking of the failure just now, Roy felt depressed.
After hundreds of studies, I only learned this one footwork. The second Elf footwork, which was the [Floating Step] when the bow spirit jumped over the cliff just now, I couldn't master it.
The floating step is also a classic footwork among elves. Although this footwork has not been lost, if it were not for the temple guards who had completed the butterfly transformation or the high-level warriors of the elves, it would have been impossible for ordinary elves.
Get inheritance.
The beauty of this footwork is that it can fly through the air.
At the first level, one can fly hundreds of meters, and with each subsequent level up, the flying distance will increase significantly. It is said that at high and deep levels of cultivation, one can fly freely between the mountains. In the mountains, this kind of footwork is the best.
Its function is almost similar to that of flying.
Roy spent a long time on this footwork, but still can't master the key points.
Fortunately, after the main spirit of Judgment opens the first level of the realm, it can make the time in the world of Judgment twice as slow as in reality. This also gives him double the training time. Otherwise, this step alone would be exhausted.
All his training time is not enough.
In the following time, Roy tried twice more and both ended in failure. However, he gained some experience in the floating step.
After the meditation, Roy slowly opened his eyes and checked his body.
After the Dou Qi breaks through to the second level representing the brave knight, the meridians of the body expand into new small Zhoutian, forming a Greater Zhoutian that is far wider than before. The larger the Zhoutian, the more energy that can be transformed and used.
The stronger the fighting spirit.
And two battle rings, both in terms of attack power and attack methods, are much higher than one battle ring.
This is the difference in levels.
If an ordinary armed knight has no other means, he will almost certainly die if he encounters a brave knight.
On the other hand, my magic level has truly been promoted to Dragon Moon Mage. I have officially entered the ranks of intermediate magicians.
However, at this time, it has also reached the difficult stage of magic practice.
The Langxing Mage only needs one thousand magic codes to increase his strength by one star. The Dragon Moon Mage needs five thousand magic codes for every one star improvement. If he wants to break through to the Sun Mage, he must reach
The basic standard of 25,000 magical codes.
And his current magic power is only about 7,000, which is still far from the Sun Mage. However, this at least means that he can release the minimum level eight magic.
Eighth-level magic is the main magic of the Sun Magister. Depending on the magic, the required magic power ranges from 5,000 to 10,000. The power of an eighth-level magic is such that even high-level glory knights would not dare to face it.
contend.
Although the lowest level eight magic can drain one's magic power away, at least he has the power to fight! He will never sit back and die in front of the Knight of Glory like before!
Coupled with the dwarf's anger that can forcibly increase the strength, the elemental ring that can withstand a fatal attack, the ghost sword chain that is specially used for assassination, and the weird and difficult to prevent. There is also the help of the fire-winged soul-devouring armor and the sword spirit and ax spirit. On the surface,
It seems that I am just a one-star brave knight, but in fact, I am fully capable of killing any opponent below the glory knight level!
Kevin?
That's bullshit!
Calculating his own strength with joy. Roy couldn't believe it. He seemed to have acquired his current strength unknowingly. And it was only a year and a half since he was the little handyman who left Polabel.
time.
In another year and a half, it will be the day of the imperial capital competition.
Roy clenched his fists tightly. He knew that it was far from time to relax. If he encountered Augustus at this moment, he would not even have a chance to escape!
Roy stood up and walked to the window.
Outside the window, the sun is already setting. This noisy and busy day is about to pass. Tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, students from the three major training camps will report to the military camp one after another.
Recalling what Gustas said after the game, Roy was slightly worried.
No one can control fate. Especially on the battlefield, anything can happen. The plan that he, Kalenich, and Percy made is just a plan. No one knows what will happen when the time comes.
But now, things have shown signs of changing.
It seems that the nobles of Munich are not as united in rescuing Archduke Adolf as everyone thought.
In terms of military composition, Lulian's wars have always been dominated by the Bavarian Knights under Archduke Adolf, the Coast Mercenary Group, the Munich Knights and the private armed forces of several loyal nobles.
Among the non-native forces, the Red Leaf Knights of the Carré family have made the greatest contribution. However, the Red Leaf Knights’ military strength in Lulian is not the entirety of the Knights.
Since the main responsibility of the five knights is to defend the imperial capital, the Red Leaf Knights currently have only 4,000 troops in Lulian led by two long knight brigades.
As for the Twelfth Army of the Frontier Army, which replaced the Fifth Army that had no effect at all, it had only joined Lulian for a short period of time, and it had just entered the war when it suffered a tragic defeat at the hands of Archduke Adolf in the middle. All it can do now is to hold on to the main camp.
, its frontline strength is only more than 10,000.
Facing the Feili army with heavy troops pressing down on the border, such troops are already stretched thin. In addition, the Longmen defense line has been lost, and the imperial capital must heavily guard Atlan, the gateway to the imperial capital. Therefore, it is impossible for any reinforcements to go south in a short period of time. Lulian
The situation is grim.
Under such circumstances, the private armed forces of the local nobles of Lullian are an extremely important force. Whether it is to rescue Archduke Adolf or to defend the city of Munich, their support is needed. If there are any internal differences between them, what will happen to them?
For Lulian, it was undoubtedly a disaster.
Although Gustas only heard a little bit of news, Roy was still keenly aware of the ominous situation.
This matter must be investigated clearly
And speaking of investigation, in addition to the nobles, I might be able to find some clues in the military camps filled with noble private soldiers.
After pacing back and forth for a few steps, Roy put his head out and called to Mal'er in the yard. He asked her to take the escort, prepare the carriage and money, and go out with him.
‘What are you doing?’ When Malyaer heard about the money, he became nervous and asked, ‘Where are you going?’
'Go to the auction house.' Roy gave the answer that Malt hated most. He turned around and took off his coat from the hanger, opened the door and walked downstairs.
Facing this troubled world where you never know what will happen next second, you can only cope with everything if you have strong enough strength. As you are about to enter the camp, you should make some preparations in advance.