Chapter 487 Chapter 485: Human Conspiracy (Subscription Request)
On the Silver Sea, dozens of warships formed a wedge-shaped charge formation, sailing at high speed with the attitude of crushing everything.
In the largest and most luxurious flagship, Count Hoven Xavier, the commander-in-chief from the Kingdom of Sardinia and Grand Master of the Knights of the Coast, stood quietly in front of a magic mirror.
In the territory of Marquis Castro, at the Crab Island fishing port, the Bonaparte soldiers who landed arrogantly expelled the residents of the port and brutally occupied the town.
Marquis Castro, who came in a hurry, was helpless in the face of the angry and expectant eyes of his homeless subjects.
He could only comfort himself that at least these Bonaparte soldiers did not plunder as recklessly as the Slavs.
Right in the center of Crab Island Fishing Port, in the largest manor, General Fake Wood, the commander-in-chief of Bonaparte's 13th Division, also stood in front of a magic mirror.
In the westernmost part of the Earldom of Wick, on the grassland, the busy Wick people dispersed like the tide and fled.
Only the newly built camp, which could accommodate 10,000 people, was left, and was taken over by the newly formed 113th Division of the Slavic Empire.
The powerful Knights of the Hellfire rushed in recklessly. After making sure there was no danger and there was plenty of food, they let out a thunderous laugh.
The laughter was full of ridicule and mockery, which made Earl Wick look ugly as he walked away.
Even with his timidity and caution, he cursed in his heart, cursing these Slavs, saying that they deserved to die in a foreign land.
Looking west from this camp, at the end of the view are the steep rolling hills on the grassland and the narrow and winding mountain roads.
The castle in Frost Moon Canyon is located between the two steepest peaks.
Of course, despite their pride, the soldiers of the 113th Division of the Slavic Empire still showed sufficient professionalism and quickly completed the vigilance and deployment.
In the center of the camp, in the most luxurious and eye-catching tent,
The commander of the newly formed 113th Division, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Inferno, the powerful, arrogant, and young Duke Aquinas Graham, also stood in front of a magic mirror.
When the magic mirror is activated, a huge amount of magic power is poured into it and spreads outwards.
Thus, in the endless void, three subtle magical powers came into contact with each other, entangled, adjusted, and synchronized.
Finally, the link is perfect.
Thus, the invisible magic power turned into an information flow, with three magic eyes as base stations, connected in series, and then processed by the magic mirror and presented to everyone.
Then, the magic mirror lit up, showing three groups of pictures on the left, middle and right. Three generals, commanders of the army, stood proudly.
Perhaps, in front of the real giants of the coalition, they need to remain in awe, but when the three of them look at each other, they can't see eye to eye in every sense and start to compete with each other.
Even General Falk Wood, who had received Marshal Joffre's repeated instructions, did not show any sign of fear at this moment, and his head was almost raised to the sky.
However, he still had some concerns.
Seeing that the silence continued longer and longer and the atmosphere became more depressing, thinking about the situation at home and the difficulties faced by Marshal Joffre, he sighed in his heart and spoke first.
"Duke Aquinas Graham, Earl Hoven Xavier, I believe you are all well aware that this battle is of great significance.
If we lose, no matter what backers or background we have, we won’t be able to explain ourselves when we return home.”
"So, I hope that we can work together sincerely, at least during this campaign, to communicate with each other, cooperate with each other, and put as much pressure on Flower Leader as possible."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he broke the deadlock, and the other two also lowered their noble heads and began to think seriously.
Duke Aquinas Graham was the first to respond: "Collaboration is fine, communication is fine, but whoever wants to boss me around is a joke.
I will not allow the Knights of the Inferno, or the Imperial Legion, to be dictated to by outsiders."
Count Hoven Xavier also nodded: "That makes sense, and it's what I thought. The interests of the Kingdom of Sardinia are inviolable.
So, what else is there to talk about?"
"Yes! How come it's gone?"
General Fake Wood showed his brilliant side. Compared with the other two nobles, he had worked his way up from the bottom.
If this war had not broken down the class barriers, he, a son of a merchant, would not have been able to ascend to the position of general even though he had considerable strength, and he would not have been valued by Marshal Joffre.
He is more sophisticated and worldly-wise than these great nobles.
He slapped his thigh and said, "For example, we all need to clarify our command authority and ensure absolute control over our own legions. Isn't that a consensus?"
When these words were spoken, the other two were stunned, but when they tilted their heads and thought about it, it seemed to be true.
General Fake Wood immediately struck while the iron was hot and said, "I propose that the three of us form the highest command team for the Flower Territory operation, and all orders will be issued by the team.
This represents the unified will of the three empires!"
Count Hoven Xavier nodded almost instinctively, but then he shook his head again, thinking about something. "You're not planning on having a three-person resolution where only the one with the most votes will execute it, are you?"
"No, no, no. It will only be implemented if the three of us vote unanimously. If anyone raises an objection, then we can put it on hold or give up."
"What if I have to carry out the plan?"
"That's your business alone. It has nothing to do with anyone else. Just do it if you want to."
Duke Aquinas Graham was puzzled: "But what's the point of doing this?"
"It's incredibly useful. For example, we could reach a non-aggression pact to prevent unnecessary conflict once a war breaks out.
This way, you and I can both feel more at ease and focus on meeting the enemy."
"If you put it that way, it does make sense."
“It does have some meaning.”
General Fake Wood struck while the iron was hot: "For example, the Flower Territory is very wealthy, but too much money is dazzling. How should we divide the benefits? There is still a certain etiquette?!"
"Robbery is robbery, and talking about dividing up the profits is just a pretext. It's disgusting."
Duke Aquinas Graham rebuked him with disdain, but then he changed his tone and said, "Wealth, machinery, and even talent—of course, whoever gets it gets it!"
General Fake Wood immediately followed his words and said, "Your Excellency the Duke is right. Whoever grabs it will own it. So, we have reached a consensus.
Whoever captures Brussels first will own what he has, and we are not allowed to rob others.
Do you both agree on this point?"
As soon as these words were spoken, Duke Aquinas Graham's expression became a little uncomfortable. It didn't matter who he robbed, even if it was his friendly forces.
But he said this himself, and with the so-called non-aggression treaty in place, he trapped himself.
But at this moment, he could only say: "That's right!"
Count Hoven Xavier also nodded and said, "I agree too!"
"Okay, since everyone agrees, it means that the establishment of this three-person command team is indeed extremely necessary.
I hereby declare the first plenary meeting of the three-person command team to officially begin."
"The first topic is, when do you plan to start the war?"
General Fake Wood paused for a moment and then continued, "Let me first tell you about my plan.
I have landed and will march north from the Marquis of Castro's territory, straight into the territory of the Flower Territory.
It is expected that the war will begin in three days!"
After he said that, the other two had no choice but to follow his lead.
Count Hoven Xavier was silent for a moment, then said, "I am still two days away from the west coast of Flower Territory.
Two days later, the warships launched a bombardment, forming a firepower cover, and the mage group cast a spell to clear the underwater torpedoes and directly carry out the beach landing operation.
Duke Aquinas Graham thought for a moment and immediately said, "I will go through Frost Moon Canyon and directly attack the Flower Territory's defenses to give that bastard a shock.
So, it’s estimated to be two days later!”
"Then, I wish us a successful start!!!"
"Keep moving forward!"
"Invincible!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
The three of them laughed, their laughter was filled with joy, but how much of it was true, how much was false, and how much was calculated, only God knew.
Until the magic mirror dimmed and the connection was cut off, in different places, the three people who were just laughing all restrained their smiles.
At the command center at Crab Island Fishing Port, the adjutant asked in confusion, "General, should we reveal our battle plan?"
General Farquhar Wood looked puzzled: "When did I leak it?"
"So what did you just say?"
"I didn't lie to them, but I only told them the time, not where to attack from. What if the news leaked?"
The adjutant suddenly realized, "General, you are brilliant!"
"It's a little trick! Hoven Xavier also saw through it, so he only mentioned the time but not the place.
Of course, time can be fake when necessary."
"But why should we do this?"
"Of course, we have to have a certain Grand Duke take the initiative. Flower Territory is quite powerful, and its industry is highly developed. Its only shortcoming is its insufficient manpower and lack of combat experience.
But the illegitimate child's strength cannot be underestimated, so someone has to help us step on the minefield first and attract attention and troops first."
Seeing that the adjutant was still a little confused, he continued, "We agreed that whoever robs it will own it. Slavs are just like that. How can they tolerate this?
So, the idea of the war starting in two days was just a lie. I guess he'll be impatient by tomorrow at the latest."
"The general is wise."
This time, the adjutant's praise was sincere.
At the same time, as General Farquhar Wood said, Duke Aquinas Graham could no longer hold back.
When the light of the magic mirror dimmed, he thought for only three minutes before jumping up immediately.
"Adjutant! Adjutant!"
"Yes, Grand Commander, what are your instructions?"
"Notify everyone to quickly start cooking and get some rest. We will attack tomorrow morning."
The adjutant hesitated a bit. "But Frost Moon Canyon is indeed difficult to break through. The mountain is too steep. Should we wait for the siege equipment behind?"
"No, tell the warriors that tomorrow, I will personally lead the Flame Hell Knights as the vanguard to break through the obstacles for everyone.
One battle, success!
The Flower Territory is also famously wealthy, and once they enter, they can have whatever they want!"
"yes!"
This time, the adjutant's promise seemed to shake the roof off, and his eyes even turned a little bloodshot.
PS: No matter how hard I try, it’s still past 12 o’clock. Sigh…
(End of this chapter)
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