Chapter 619 Preparation for War

Green grass, green shade, dappled sunlight and the laughter of children in the distance, the self-decomposing Ganymede seemed to have returned to the happiest time of his childhood.

He is the son of Tros, the king of Troy. He has been loved by his father since he was a child and has his own teachers and guards.

He practices gladiatorial combat in the sun, practices hunting in the woods, and plays and swims in the warm sea.

He is an elf in the human world, beautiful, intelligent, and well-behaved. He is loved by everyone. Even his teachers and guards often stare at him with fascination, hoping that he will grow up healthy and happy.

Floating in the foundation of the fairyland, Ganymede, with his eyes closed, suddenly frowned.

His memory came to the day of his life turning point. Zeus turned into a giant eagle and swooped down from the sky fiercely, grabbing him and flying higher and higher, passing through the blue sky and white clouds, to the place that made people envy.

It was a place that countless people yearned for in their lives, but it was also their nightmare and the place they wanted to escape from all their lives.

In order to show his favor to him, Zeus dismissed his daughter, the goddess of youth Hebe, from the job of pouring wine at the banquet of the gods, and gave this job to himself who had just been favored by him.

For this reason, Ganymede no longer learned archery and swimming, and no longer had friends to play with him.

He had to learn to pass the tall wine cup with three fingers deftly and elegantly, and he had to be able to hold the wine cup steady with a few fingertips.

He also had to learn to move around the banquets, filling the guests' glasses or serving jugs of freshly prepared drinks.

The gods were happy to serve him because of his natural beauty and his smile that seemed sincere but was extremely hypocritical.

He had to stand until the end of the decadent banquets, moving naked among them, watching other wine boys allow those seemingly gentle gods to touch their bodies. He

could avoid all this only because of Zeus's favor for him, but this did not make him happy at all.

When Zeus, who could never get him, got tired of him, he left this job, but his life became more difficult from then on.

Few gods gave him a good face, and he could never get anyone's recognition.

Ganymede, who had no friends and no life, was trapped on the Mountain of the Gods for many years. Finally, he found an excuse to go to the human world to find wine for Zeus and left the Mountain of the Gods.

After escaping from the Mountain of the Gods, he did not dare to live on that land, so he came here and eventually died here.

A tear fell from Ganymede's beautiful face, and the tear dripped from his beautiful eyelashes and fell towards the Chaos Tai Chi.

Diwu Xuan stretched out his hand and gently supported the tear. This was the place where Ganymede's soul was, and it was also his farewell to his previous life.

At this time, his body, in the burning of the divine fire, slowly turned into a handful of pure flames, floating in the foundation of the fairyland.

"Fate."

On the side, Fifth Xuan, who had almost watched Ganymede's entire life, sighed, and threw Ganymede's soul and power out of this world and into the fairyland.

Collecting his mind, Fifth Xuan looked down and saw the giant court floating in the chaos tide.

Fifth Xuan threw himself down, his consciousness merged into the chaos Tai Chi, feeling the state of the giant court in the chaos tide.

The white spider silk on the giant court kept flashing dazzling light, trying to resist the washing of the chaos tide.

But the chaos tide turned a blind eye to this, and just kept surging upwards again and again, washing the white spider web.

After each impact, the pattern of the white spider web dimmed a little, which shows that this impact is not completely meaningless, but it seems that this process takes a long time.

The Fifth Xuan immersed all his consciousness in it, constantly fine-tuning the Chaos Tide to make it surge more powerful, so that it would not miss anything when washing the white spider web. The sound of the tide kept surging in the Fifth Xuan's ears

.

His mind was all here, and he had no time to pay attention to what was happening outside.

In the fairyland, after a series of changes, it finally calmed down, and the souls of the tribesmen returned to their posts and became busy.

Ganymede's soul and the fire of power were imprisoned by the first generation of witch ancestors, waiting for the Fifth Xuan to return to deal with them. Ba Xia

ran quickly in the desert, jumping and gliding from time to time, and was not far from the edge of the desert.

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In the military hall, the Alliance Grand Marshal Kai, Alliance Wu Mang, Alliance Leader Zhao and a group of generals were all there.

Kai, who was already getting older

, sat upright in the main seat, his face full of wrinkles, his eyes half-closed, and only the occasional tapping of the table with his fingers proved that he was not asleep yet. Mang sat below Kai. According to his status, he should have sat in the main seat, but based on his and Kai's identities, he could only condescend to be below.

Zhao sat opposite him, writing and drawing on his hands, recording the narrator's words.

"Ten thousand troops from Hongtong City have been assembled. They are escorting 30,000 sets of armor and weapons and are being transported to Xi'an City urgently. They are expected to arrive by the end of the year."

The speaker was the chief of staff of the Grand Marshal. After talking about the military of Hongtong City, he was about to continue, but Mang interrupted him.

"Twenty thousand sets of armor and weapons from Hongtong City to Xi'an City will be sent to Huodu. Soldiers will bring weapons with them. There is no need to gather so many armor and weapons in Xi'an City."

Mang's words startled the chief of staff. He looked at his own marshal, waiting for his response.

Everyone followed his gaze and looked over. The fingers tapping the table paused, and the squinting eyes slowly opened.

"Tens of thousands of troops, ten thousand military equipment, is a bit too little." Mang said in

a deep voice.

"Past events should be remembered as a lesson for the future. Except for the capital, other cities cannot store excessive military equipment."

Mang said in a deep voice, not shrinking from his words because the person being opposed was his father.

Everyone was silent, especially the generals of the three tribes of Horse, Sword, and Shadow, whose faces turned red.

"Then transport it to Huodu, and then transport it to Xi'an City in batches. If the war ends early, let them transport it back directly."

He gave his own opinion.

This time, Mang did not refuse again. He nodded and asked the chief of staff to continue. He did not want Zhao to suddenly object.

"It consumes too much manpower, and now is the time to lay the horse tracks. This will delay the progress of the track laying."

Laying the horse tracks is a method passed down from the fairyland in recent years.

Two iron bars are used as tracks, and specially made carriages are pulled by war horses to run on the tracks, which is much faster.

Since the ice age, when sleds are not easy to use, transportation between alliances has always been a big problem.

The appearance of the horse tracks is undoubtedly a targeted solution to the transportation problem, so Zhao did not want to delay the construction period.

Zhao's words made Mang frown.

He frowned, not because he was dissatisfied, but because he was a little confused.

"The work of laying the track will be suspended for a while."

Under Zhao's puzzled gaze, Mang slowly began to explain.

"After the Ice Age, floods and muddy roads appeared everywhere. This is a problem that needs to be solved. Before this problem is solved, laying the track cannot be done for the time being."

Zhao thought for a while, nodded in agreement, and said nothing more.

"Domestic affairs will not be discussed here for the time being. Military matters will continue. This attack on the human tribe was an order issued by Taichu, and the strategic goal has long been clear."

Mang took the opportunity to stand up, glanced at the generals, and emphasized the strategic intention again.

These generals have been overly excited since they heard about the war. This is also because the alliance has not had a war for many years, which has made them feel depressed.

But Mang must cool them down and let the war develop in the expected direction.

He glanced at his old father, and only spoke again after making sure that his father had no objection.

"We are helping the human tribe to eliminate those princes who act independently, not to invade the human tribe completely. You must remember this. This is our strategic goal. Don't get excited and directly massacre the human tribe."

His last sentence caused some generals to laugh. With

the current strength of the alliance, it is really not difficult to massacre the human tribe. The reason why so many troops were mobilized this time is not entirely for fighting, but also for large-scale military training.

"You can train soldiers, but you have to control them. The warriors of the alliance are not barbaric and ignorant warriors, and the army of the alliance is not a foolish and bloodthirsty team."

As Mang spoke, his eyes swept over the generals of the Iron-eating Tribe.

In the process of annexing some small tribes to the south, the Iron-eating Tribe also joined the battle.

But the excited iron-eating beasts in their tribe, which Taichu privately called pandas, actually slaughtered a small tribe in excitement.

Because of this incident, Taichu criticized the Iron-eating Tribe by name, and the Iron-eating Tribe totem was punished in the fairy world.

The fourth generation of ancestor witches also criticized Mang in the fairy world, believing that this was a mistake in his work.

In short, massacre is strictly prohibited, and Mang must remind this gang of people who get jealous when they kill people again and again.

After a round of criticism, Mang sat back in his seat, and the chief of staff continued to describe the situation of troop deployment.

Hongtong City sent 10,000 soldiers and 30,000 sets of military equipment.

After discussion, Mang finally determined that 10,000 of the 30,000 sets of military equipment would go directly to Xi'an City, and 20,000 would be placed in a storage area between the capital and Xi'an City.

Donghai City sent 5,000 soldiers and countless grain and fodder.

Among them, the grain and fodder were mainly salted fish. It was necessary to fully ensure that all soldiers had enough salted fish to supplement the salt content, which was also a heavy burden for Donghai City.

Longcheng sent out 15,000 soldiers, 10,000 of which were combat troops and 5,000 were baggage troops.

Now that the main body of the Ma tribe is in Longcheng, it can be said that the baggage troops are borne by it alone, and the pressure is also very great.

The capital sent out 20,000 soldiers, 10,000 combat troops, 10,000 baggage troops, and countless food and fodder.

Almost half of the food and fodder for the entire army has to go through the capital, so the pressure of transportation is also very high.

Mang suggested taking the water route. The ships have been developed since the end of the ice age, and now they can be operated.

The number of ships is enough, but the problem is the shortage of sailors, which is a problem that needs to be solved in the near future.

Xi'an City sent out 15,000 soldiers, 5,000 combat troops, and 10,000 baggage troops. They wanted to send more troops, but were rejected.

In the end, there were 40,000 combat soldiers and 25,000 military troops. These military troops also had combat capabilities and could be replenished at any time.

This was the total force of the alliance's westward expedition. Compared with previous wars, the number of soldiers was much less, but the quality was far better than before.

In this battle, the top leaders of the alliance were full of confidence. Now, they were just waiting for Taichu to return before the war began.