Chapter 891 Trash

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Rody, who seemed to be dazzled by desire, did not regain his composure at this time.

He glanced around, began to pace around anxiously, and kept calling for soldiers, ordering and urging Suo Deluoer to prepare for the decisive battle. It happened that Akasha came over at this time and wanted to ask who the person just came, but was dragged into the tent by Rody, and pressed on the wooden table in the command room like a hungry ghost, kissing and pulling her. Robe hem.

Akasha was taken aback by his sudden behavior. In fact, whatever Roddy wanted, she would give it unconditionally. But after getting along with Rody for a long time, Akasha can detect any slight abnormalities on his body—after being pressed on the table, she kept looking into Rody's eyes, although the other person's face was anxious, but His gaze clearly carried other emotions.

Just looking at each other twice, Akasha came to a conclusion. She pressed Rody's big hand that was moving back and forth, and panted, "Don't...don't be here, even if there is a soundproof circle, people around will notice it -"

"I can not wait anymore…"

Luo Di didn't seem to be listening, but after Akasha persuaded him twice, he reluctantly raised his head: "Then go...to the tavern in the town!"

"good…"

So the two left the command room full of flowers and plants in this way, and after arriving in a carriage half a kilometer away to the tavern in Lannis Town, Rody, who closed the door of the bedroom, cast several spells in succession to isolate the sound and fluctuations. Then his expression changed, and he exhaled slowly: "The situation is not right, this time the trouble is a bit big..."

"what happened?"

Akasha knew that she had guessed right. Rody acted like that just now, obviously performing for others. But who has the ability to monitor Rody in the command room?

"After half an hour, you go directly back to Dunker City, where you use the contact circle to contact Sally..."

Roddy didn't give any explanation, and Akasha knew that the matter was important, so she didn't ask any more questions.

After arranging all this, Rody sat on the armchair and drank several glasses of water before slowly calming down—he was not dry because of the seductive body and breath of Lord Green Dragon, but because He was startled by the clues he suddenly pieced together.

*****

May 20.

"Is Moore crazy!? How dare he do this?!"

Charles II, who slammed his fist against the handrail, couldn't help standing up: "This kind of traitor should be dragged to the gallows immediately! Damn it! Despicable traitor!"

Because of hoarseness,

His face turned sour purple because of this, and he looked as if someone had strangled his neck. But at this moment, Charles II could only hear the buzzing echoes in the chamber, and could not get any feedback from other ministers at all.

Everyone's face was extremely gloomy. In fact, most of the nobles had self-knowledge, and they knew that not everyone could command wars. Only Earl Moore proved himself with his achievements over the years—the news of the other party's mutiny at this time was a heavy blow to the morale of the royal camp.

It took Charles II a long time to breathe smoothly, and he felt his throat hurt badly. The sudden defection of one's most capable subordinate is not only a question of the other party's loyalty or disloyalty, but also represents a trend to a large extent.

When it comes to the ability to judge the situation of the battle, Earl Moore said that he was second, and Charles II himself did not dare to say that he was first. This is a fact verified by many years of war, and there is no need for any argument at all. Therefore, Earl Moore's choice will often affect the judgment of other nobles.

This is like following the trend in gambling. When they have no ability to judge, people tend to bet with the person who always wins.

It was only today that Charles II finally realized that his true status was far less stable than imagined. in -->>

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After Moore surrendered to serve Efta, the other four nobles around him expressed their abandonment of resistance. In this way, all the territories in the west of Laena City were directly merged into the opponent's rule, and the areas that Charles II could control were further expanded. Shrinking, now only one-third of what it was a month ago...

"Now we have no choice, Du Weiden, you continue to improve the logistics and transportation arrangements, the royal army has begun to assemble, and we must start to leave immediately-God knows how those guys in Efta made the army transfer so quickly .These magicians never said to assist the army to transfer, a bunch of waste..."

His arrangement turned into a rambling soliloquy. Charles II, who couldn't sleep at all in the past few days, was obviously in a bad state of mind. His eyes were red, and it took him a long time to realize that he was making arrangements in the chamber The battle plan, so he waved his hand with strength: "The vertical wall clearing of Enrique City must be completed within three days. Our current news transmission is too slow, Viscount Bruce, you should find a way to solve this problem. Efta's army coordination ability has far surpassed ours, I don't understand why such a thing will happen when there are more magicians than them!"

Viscount Bruce responded with a bitter face, and Charles II talked with Du Weiden for a long time, but the result was basically repeating the previous words.

But the ministers in the meeting hall look at each other, and no one can come forward to remind Charles II - you must know that this monarch has never behaved like this before, obviously...he panicked.

Half an hour later, the routine meeting ended. The nobles trotted to carry out the monarch's orders, while the exhausted Charles II returned to his study with the help of his maid.

Every time he comes back these days, he can feel that his body is aging rapidly. The feeling of being in control of everything disappeared completely. When the enemy attacked his house, he realized that he didn't have many cards to play...

The sand table in front of him has been placed many times by him, because Charles II now finds that he does not know how many soldiers under his command can go into battle.

Now there are only eight great nobles who can gather around him, and each of them can only pull up a team of about a thousand people in a hurry, and the total may only be more than six thousand. The royal family themselves controlled more standing troops than other nobles, a total of 2,000 infantry and 300 well-equipped elite cavalry. With emergency conscription and arming, more than 200 knights could be pulled out near the imperial city. According to preliminary estimates, counting the cavalry and retinues brought by the knights themselves, Charles II himself could use about 1,000 cavalry and 4,000 infantry.

If this number is added to the troops of the eight nobles, the number of combat units alone must be stronger than that of Efta. But this is only a "theoretical value", because he can't guarantee how many soldiers are really by his side when the war breaks out...

The enemy can advance more than 300 kilometers in a week, and even fight and occupy without delay. Maybe the opponent will hit the city of Enrique tomorrow?

In order to ensure that the battle was under his control, he finally decided to set foot on the battlefield himself—and according to the plan, tomorrow he would set foot on the journey to the city of Enrique, thirty kilometers to the north.

Setting foot on the battlefield means risking his life. Charles II was still unable to calmly face the fear in his heart, because he had hardly stepped out of the royal territory in his life. At this time, the only way to distract this anxiety is to repeatedly fiddle with the gorgeous sword with an unbalanced center of gravity that is only for decoration.

But after waving it twice, the servant suddenly announced: "Your Majesty! Lord Quiao is here..."

Before he finished speaking, footsteps came from outside the corridor, and Charles II stood up abruptly from his chair, his original decadent expression was swept away. As soon as he took two steps, Quiao's tall figure walked into the study.

That scorching breath seemed to be a fireball coming in head-on, and Quiao's flamboyant personality made him never conceal his elemental fluctuations in front of humans. Charles II himself is not strong, so there is inevitably a sense of suffocation in front of him.

"Why is your army so useless?"