Chapter 41 Big Breath

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No wonder the Marquis of Mammon is so angry, there is no harm without comparison. The Eagle Legion used to have only two infantry regiments and one cavalry regiment, with a total of 15,000 people, all of whom are the elite of the elite, but this is a time of peace. As one of the guardians of the Faustin Kingdom, 15,000 people are more than enough to weave, but during the war, 15,000 people seem too thin, not to mention the situation of attrition, so the Marquis of Mammon had to listen to By order of His Majesty the King, it is allowed to fill the Legion with private armies of nobles, as well as mercenaries and adventurers.

After four years of war, the Eagle Corps has been broken up and reorganized. After the reorganization, it has been broken up again. They have fought back and forth countless times. Today, the purest army is only the First Corps, the Fourth Corps, and some Second Corps. And the trump card among them is only the First Corps. The Fourth Corps is mostly composed of new recruits, and its combat power is slightly lower than that of the Second Corps, which is composed of large nobles, mercenaries, and the remnants of the First Corps, but compared to the Third Corps, which is composed entirely of adventurers and private armies of small and medium-sized nobles. Corps, I do not know how much stronger.

At this time, the Marquis of Mammon was angry for the Third Corps. This bloated Third Corps, with nearly one-third of the materials and salaries of the Eagle Corps, with less than half of the combat effectiveness of the First Corps, was like a malignant tumor. Under the armpit of the eagle that should have spread its wings, the Eagle Legion. But several requests were rejected by His Majesty the King. The Marquis, who has been in the officialdom all year round, has long seen that those middle and small nobles are tentacles attached to the big nobles. If you want to touch them, unless you shake the foundation of the kingdom, don’t even think about going completely. clean.

It was less than five days before the agreed meeting time. Under such circumstances, the Fourth Corps had only a few teams to arrive. This did not take military orders seriously. It seemed that he had to sort out these guys again. The angry marquis did not realize that he had scolded himself in the slightest. He was also a nobleman.

Of course, in the eyes of the Marquis of Mammon from the old marquis family, those middle and small nobles are not nobles, they are just a group of upstarts relying on the efforts of their ancestors, but in three generations, these nobles will decline, and other emerging nobles will Growing up, eliminating them and replacing them, only big families like them, above the count, are the real nobles.

Compared with the wine bag and rice bag of the Third Corps, the Second Corps is much more pleasing to the eyes of the Marquis of Mammon. For example, the First Corps is a direct line. It can be said to be the eldest son of the Marquis of Mammon, the hope for the future, and also himself. The biggest capital and pride, the 4th Corps is the youngest son, still very young, but the best is to be obedient. It needs the Marquis's care and training, and has great potential. The 2nd Corps is a stepson. Still need to take care of it, and the third corps, in the eyes of the marquis, is a bunch of garbage, and it is best to keep out of sight. The straight-minded Marquis of Mammon defines his four infantry regiments in this way. As for the cavalry? Well, this corps is the heart and liver of the Marquis, although this heart and liver is currently controlled by his old partner and opponent, the Marquis of Sandro.

After dismissing the messenger, the Marquis of Mammon twitched his brows with his thumb. The battle was getting better and better, but the Marquis felt even more tired. The various forces in the noble circle were wrangling for their own interests, and the trivial matters of several large corps. They all needed to be dealt with by the Marquis of Mammon, plus the third corps that the Marquis disliked the most. After the Marquis of Mamen was free during the war, he couldn't help but wonder if it was time for him to rest after the war.

"One more year!" The Marquis murmured, and the war must end in one more year. This is the consensus reached by Faustin's senior management in recent months. If the war with Charlo is still not over, Faustain Kingdom will send a special envoy. , go to the suzerain country Omor Empire, and request the Omor Empire to participate in mediation. Faustin is just a small kingdom with a population of 2 million. After four years of war, through the joint calculation of the War Room of the Royal Capital and the Minister of Finance, Faustain lost more than 100,000 people, most of whom were young adults. Going down, the foundation of national strength will be shaken.

Of course, Charlo's losses are even greater. After all, they are fighting in Charlo's homeland. Marquis Mammon dares to assert that Charlo's losses are at least half that of Faustin, not to mention the total population and overall strength of Charlo. It's still slightly inferior to Faust. At this time, it's just to see who can't stand it first. The Marquis of Mammon believes that Faustane is definitely not the first country to be unstoppable.

"When the city of Bimore is captured, it will depend on the cavalry..." The marquis's eyes were deep, and he thought further. The city of Bimore in front of him seemed to have been captured in the eyes of the marquis.

"What? Let me send a cavalry regiment to the hinterland of the Bering Mountains! Soldier, you are not kidding!" In the camp, a tall middle-aged man asked the soldier dressed as a messenger who was half-kneeling in front of him. "How can the cavalry enter the Bering Mountains, and they still need to enter the jungle! Did I hear it wrong?" The middle-aged man said sternly.

The messenger did not show timidity because of the stern voice of the middle-aged man, but said neither humble nor arrogant, "This is the prince's order."

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded. Of course he recognized it. This messenger had the gray-white medal of the Lion Legion pinned to his chest. It couldn't be faked, and if you looked carefully, it was different from the ordinary Lion Medal. The messenger's medal was surrounded by a The beautiful pattern in the circle, and this, only the guards of Prince Kensell can have it.

The middle-aged man pondered, and finally said, "But the city of Bimore is about to be broken. The day the city is broken will be the time when the major cavalry regiments agreed by the military will be encircled. At this time, I cannot transfer the cavalry regiment." The man said decisively.

"I just conveyed the prince's order. What do you do, my lord, the prince will naturally deal with it afterwards." The messenger said.

The middle-aged man was also very embarrassed at this time. The order conflicted with the order. Of course, he knew which one was more important. If it wasn't for the messenger wearing the medal of the prince's personal guard, he would

The soldier who gave orders indiscriminately had already been driven out.

"I need to discuss with Marquis of Mammon, you come with me." The middle-aged man considered for a long time and finally said.

The middle-aged man is the Marquis of Sandro, who has mastered the most elite cavalry unit of the Eagle Legion, and is also the father-in-law of Baron Kaidoqi. Unlike Marquis Mammon, who looks like a little old man, Marquis Sandro is not much different in age than Marquis Mammon, but his stronger strength makes his appearance a little longer. A powerful man, a pinnacle-level knight attendant.

Not long after, Marquis Sandro arrived at Marquis Mammon's camp, and after a brief narration, Marquis Mammon also fell silent. "Why?" asked the Marquis of Mammon. Although it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, the Marquis of Mammon, who is about to enjoy the fruits of victory, still can't figure it out. He doesn't know how the always wise and decisive Prince Kensel could give such a stupid order. , and the order was only for the cavalry regiment to go to the Bering Mountains, and no specific tasks were issued.

"This is a secret, and Marquis, you only need to execute the order..." said the herald.

"Shut up! Tell me, why?" the Marquis of Mammon was furious, shouting at the little herald who could be his grandson this year.

"Tell me, what's the reason? I believe that Kensel would not issue such an order. There must be a reason." Marquis Sandro also helped. Although he was an old partner and an old enemy with Marquis Mammon, but At this juncture, the Marquis of Sandro and the Marquis of Mammon agreed.

Seeing that the two adults were refusing the order, the messenger thought of the prince's exhortation before his departure that the legions must send troops to rescue Princess Angelina. The messenger finally revealed the reason, "Because Princess Angelina... ."

After listening to the narration of the messenger, the two marquis wanted to understand the end of the matter in an instant, "This Princess of Kent is really going too far!" The impatient Marquis of Mammon directly scolded by name. . Fortunately, there were only two marquis and three messengers in this tent at this time, otherwise, if the word spread, I don't know how much waves it would have caused.

"The question now is how many troops should be sent to respond, and how many infantry should be sent in addition to the cavalry. It is impossible for the cavalry to find the long border, and the Bering Mountains, as a subsidiary mountain range of the Murphy Forest, are not A safe place." Marquis Sandro did not complain like Marquis Mammon, but calmly put forward his own opinions.

Marquis Mammon also restrained his complaints and began to think seriously. Angelina was the one who watched him grow up. It can be said that among so many marquis in the capital, Princess Angelina could only sleep peacefully in his arms when she was a child. , he has long regarded Princess Angelina as his own granddaughter. To say that the most anxious person to receive the news that the princess may be in distress, except for the king and Prince Kensell, is him. Of course, the Marquis of Mammon will not show it. He will prove himself with practical actions.

"The cavalry regiment will send three brigades, and the infantry will let the fourth regiment go, just in time for training." The Marquis of Mammon waved his hand and made the following decision.

Hearing what Marquis Mammon said, Marquis Sandro resisted his urge to pat the table, and said word by word, "Impossible! I will send at most one large cavalry team. I do not agree to the transfer of the Fourth Infantry Regiment. The 4th Corps is the main force in the siege of Moore City. You send him out. Which Corps do you plan to attack the city? The First Corps? Corps, I don't agree!" Marquis Sandro said angrily.

"Isn't there a Second Corps?" Marquis Mammon said weakly. He and Marquis Sandro are like two extremes of a magnet. If you are weak, he will be strong, and if you are strong, he will be weak. Don't look at Marquis Mammon's usual hot temper, while Marquis Sandro is an image of a good man. This At that time, the Marquis of Mammon felt that he was wrong, but for his dear Angelina sweetheart, he could only pretend to be cowardly, hoping that his old partner could agree with him.

"You also know how much the Second Corps is involved. If something goes wrong, who will bear the responsibility." Marquis Sandro still disagreed, and the two were still arguing.

As for our messengers, they were already frightened by Marquis Mammon's breath at this time, most of the cavalry regiment? An entire infantry regiment? Lord Marquis, you are so loud!

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It's been a long time since the update, Xiaodou said sorry here, I'll update it here today, and I'll try to break another chapter tonight.

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