Chapter 266: Secret Gathering
"Norse warriors are indeed formidable. Our warriors cannot fight against them on the ground, but ordinary Norse raider riders are no match for the Winged Hussars.
With a few sacrifices, we can defeat them outside the wooden wall!"
"You know, a boyar tried it before, but was completely frightened in the end. All the legions that dared to fight the Norsemen on the plains paid a heavy price. It was far better to hold the fortress."
"Yes, so we have to use tactics flexibly. Obviously there are no human-skinned wolves and giants among the invaders this time, but a few Chaos Warriors are enough to turn our wooden walls into decorations. After all, the fortresses of the border territories are not stone fortresses. Only Zoshenk can be spared." Valeri pursed his lips, hiding his complaints against the Tsar.
The South should have aided the North after the war, but they did not. The border lords only waited for the announcement of Catherine's ascension to the throne, and the border was forgotten.
Valeri took out the parchment and spread it out on the table, allowing Rivet to see the deployment he had drawn.
"We hide the Cossa warriors behind the Snow River, and let the Ugor archers lure the enemy and lead the Norsemen to the frozen river surface. We want them to think that the Cossa Legion is the main force. With the help of the terrain of the Snow River, we can trap the Norsemen in the middle of the river and fight them.
It’s a pity that we don’t have a wizard and can’t break the thick ice, otherwise we would have a better choice.
The Norsemen prefer direct combat, even if the terrain is not in their favor, and they do have the ability to defeat us at a disadvantage.
There is no need for the soldiers to make heavy sacrifices. When the battle is in full swing, we can have the Winged Hussars attack from behind the Norsemen. There is also a downhill slope on the other side of the river, which can boost the power of our cavalry. The Yankees will definitely not be able to withstand the mass charge of a thousand cavalrymen. "
This seemed to be a feasible tactic. Ordinary steppe horses could not charge on the ice, and even if they were wrapped in cloth, they might slip when running. However, the horses of the Winged Hussars were not ordinary, and they could gallop steadily on the ice.
"Sir Vladimir, the false king has assembled his army. We need more forces to fight against that vampire."
"The two big boys from the Northern State expressed their intention to cooperate, but they had no time to get away because there was something unusual happening in the Northern Hell Pit."
"Perhaps we should first support the Western States, repel the invasion of the Norsemen, and gain the support of the Western States."
"That son of a bitch Ashek is on the Tsar's side, and the Sniper Corps has defected to the traitor Katrin!"
"Your Majesty is the true ruler of Kislev. I obey the Tsar because the Tsar is Kislev." Ashekele, the great boyar of Erengrad, looked coldly at the frightened and angry Sergei and pushed away the other's hint of rebellion.
"Andrei Mikhail is disgraced because of you! I misjudged you. You are no different from those nobles who speak sweet words." Sergei left the dark room of the meeting angrily. Before the Brotherhood could react, the shooting army that violently broke into the tavern took control of everything.
"I'm sorry, my brothers, you are suspected of treason and need to come back with me for investigation." Ashekle's voice came from the cellar, causing the men to roar in shock and anger.
"traitor!"
"You coward, Ersun will curse you!"
Sergei's figure gradually disappeared. After hesitating for a long time, Ashekle did not dare to touch this old minister.
Asheklie looked gloomy and spoke with some difficulty:
"I'm sorry, but I have to do this for the betterment of Kislev."
The legion commander signaled to the members of the rebel army that he was not rebelling, but just needed to stay dormant under the shadow of the Tsar for the time being.
He certainly would not harm these patriots. When the Tsar got rid of Boha, Ashekle, who turned against the Tsar in the face of the enemy, would become a hero who endured humiliation.
At that time, he will be the only one qualified to ascend the throne.
Until then, he has to be a loyal dog, and these hard times won't last long.
"Your Majesty, Alexei should have already surrendered to you. With the help of the Sniper Corps, we can defeat the Griffin Corps more easily."
After Sergei dressed up in disguise, he walked around the city and sneaked into the palace under the guidance of his contact. He reported Ashekle's reaction to his real master.
Unless Ashkele knew Sergei's true identity, he must have thought that Sergei was a loyal minister who firmly resisted the Tsar, and his reaction in this situation would not be false.
The Boha and Mikhail families have close ties with the royal family, and they must be eliminated to ensure the long-term rule of the Tsar.
When the shooting corps defeats the Griffin Legion, a sudden army of undead will end Alexi's life, and the Tsar will avenge his loyal subject.
In the city of Kislev, in the basement of a tavern owned by an Ostermarker, in the handicraft workshop complex south of the Bokaha Palace.
The "Defenders of Ersun" convened a meeting again after a long absence. Of course, Ilya and Loban had to miss this meeting.
Foreign visitors are scattered throughout the Kingdom of Kislev, maintaining their lives in a foreign land with various identities. On the surface, they have no connection with each other, but strong homesickness and greater goals unite these strangers.
This is a secretive association, a long dormant "knightly order".
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mask, Oak, and Bread have been executed. They have been captured by the Great Deceiver."
The remaining twenty or so people looked at the host "Son of the Bear" at the head of the long table, without sadness or fear, just indicating that they already knew about the tragedy.
Strangers who have lived in this world for at least a year have become accustomed to tragedy.
If the "Son of the Bear", "Inspector" and "Patrolman" were not priests of the righteous God, there would be even more foreign visitors who would fall into chaos.
Almost every year someone throws himself into darkness out of despair.
Fortunately, the "Patrolman" is a wood elf, and his mobility and the "Inspector"'s ability to perceive chaos and impurity preserve the purity of the Knights.
There is rarely any absolute in the world. Now, even people who hold the same ideals no longer trust each other.
Perhaps the one who seems the most loyal has already fallen. Even the host often warns members not to completely trust the conversations within the club, even if the words come from his mouth.
"I found a man like us in the Northern State, who had his own ideas, and I kept my identity secret."
"I think he is dead now, Ms. Snow White, this is sad news." Ambitious people always die first, leaving only cowards like them alive in the world, but this conservatism is effective. In this world, only ignorance can last forever.
"Yes, he didn't live to see his ascension to the throne. May he rest in peace in More's garden."
The participants began to discuss their recent experiences in groups of three or four, and the host also discussed national affairs with the people around him. Only after all the trivial matters were discussed would they begin the formal meeting.
(End of this chapter)
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