Wu Lai won, so Howell wanted to know the whole process of the battle as soon as possible, so as to understand Wu Lai's winning trajectory and maybe imitate him in the future. In theory, the second scout should be able to satisfy Howell's curiosity, but to his surprise, this guy really didn't know -

According to him, when the first scout left Wulai's defense zone and reported back on horseback, two soldiers under Wulai ran to his observation position, and then dragged him behind a pile of firewood without saying anything, and pressed him there, but did nothing else. After a while, the two soldiers heard the shouting and got up and left...

"When I stood up and looked, the battle was over," said the scout.

Humph, there must be something strange here, Howell frowned and thought.

"Report to the general, the messenger from the Salt Marsh Army has arrived!" The voice of the guard came from outside the big tent.

Messenger? Howell was surprised, but soon understood that Wu Lai had just won a victory, so he was naturally looking for him to send someone to be a witness to his military achievement: "Let him in."

The messenger was Bailey. He didn't want to come at first because Howell not only knew him, but also had whipped him when he first became famous. It was an unreasonable outburst and Bailey almost lost his life - so he couldn't help but hate Howell.

After Howell's two civilian lieutenant generals testified to Wu Lai's military achievements last time, Bailey, who learned that Howell was the commander-in-chief of the Woye Army, found an opportunity to confess his hatred towards Howell. His original intention was to let Wu Lai know that he didn't want to have anything to do with Howell, but he didn't expect that Wu Lai arranged for him to come as the messenger today.

"Master, I don't want to see Howell." Bailey said when he heard Wu Lai's arrangement.

Wu Lai smiled and looked at him, then said, "Bailey, you should go tell him that your name is Belisarius."

Bailey's heart suddenly warmed up and he nodded heavily.

Howell recognized Bailey at a glance: "It's you?"

"It's me, General Howell. I'm Lord Woolley's messenger." Bailey bowed slightly as a salute.

"Oh? Hahahaha, I thought you became a follower of some big shot in the Duncan family, but I didn't expect you to go to Salt Marsh Town." Howell's smile was full of perseverance, "Bailey, you are becoming more and more disappointing."

After a flash of coldness passed through Bailey's eyes, he slowly exhaled and said, "General Howell, I am here on the orders of Lord Wu Lai to invite your troops to be witnesses of your military achievements, so I have no intention of reminiscing with you."

"How dare you!" Howell shouted immediately. As soon as he finished speaking, not only did the two scouts point their swords at Bailey, but the five or six guards outside the big tent also heard the sound and ran in. With the clanging of weapons, they surrounded Bailey.

"General Howell, I am Lord Woolley's messenger. Is it appropriate for you to do this?" Bailey was completely calm now. This was a habit he developed from his many years of career as a gladiator. The more tense the situation was, the calmer he would be.

"Hmph, this is where my Woye Army is. You spoke rudely in my tent, so whatever I do is appropriate." Howell said coldly.

"Since General Howell has this idea, I can only say goodbye," Bailey said.

"Hmph, Bailey, go back and tell Woolelindo that my Woye Army doesn't have time to count prisoners for him." Howell said in a deep voice, and waved his hand, "You can go now."

"General Howell." Bailey pushed away the swords that surrounded him and glanced at Howell coldly. "I will pass on your words, but I have two more things to tell you. First, my Lord Wu Lai said that if your army does not want to bear witness to your military achievements, we will not force it, but please do not set foot in our defense zone again. Second, my name is - Belisarius!"

"Get lost!" Howell slammed his palm on the table, and he was so angry. Actually, if you think about it, Howell is a person who can control his temper. He never shows his emotions. He lost his temper today because Wu Lai made him feel bad.

In Howell's setting, Wu Lai took over the Gap Defense Zone as a bait, specifically to lure the enemy to attack. Wu Lai's victory in the previous battle with a smaller force was a good thing, because it could make the enemy mistakenly believe that the Gap Defense Zone had strong forces and thus launch a large-scale attack...

However, Wu Lai did not look like a bait at all. Although he had fewer generals and fewer soldiers, he won again and again. If Wu Lai was a member of the Woye Army, it would be fine, because all the military achievements would go to the Woye Army anyway. Even Howell would be happy that Mondo Woye had such a capable and warlike person. The problem was that not only did Wu Lai have no relationship with Mondo Woye, but he also had a grudge against Gosmondo.

Howell could ignore the conflict because it was Gosmondo's business and it was obviously inappropriate for him to interfere. However, you, Woleglindo, defended the Gap Defense Zone tightly and repelled and defeated the invading enemies again and again. You earned military merit happily, while the left and right wings of the Woye Army were left in despair.

How could Howell not be annoyed? ...

When Bailey rode back to the defense camp, Wu Lai was teaching a special operations class to the Daishan boys in an open space. After arriving here, these Daishan boys were given a designation - the Special Company. Because there were nearly 200 of them, Wu Lai divided them into two companies with a total of six platoons, and Pu Ya appointed the company and platoon leaders.

Seeing Bailey riding his horse towards him, Woolley paused his lecture and went to meet him.

"Master, the other party refuses to come." Bailey said after he got off the horse.

Wu Lai nodded: "I have already guessed it. Have you told Howell about the scout?"

"Yes." After Bailey answered, he told everything that happened after he entered the Woye Army's base.

After listening, Wu Lai laughed and patted Bailey on the shoulder: "Go to Bi Ya and ask for a few people. Set up light and dark sentries on the left and right edges of our defense zone. If the scouts of the Woye Army appear, stop them immediately."

Bailey agreed and couldn't help asking, "Master, what about these prisoners and their military merits?"

Wu Lai smiled and said, "Don't worry. The Kayikede City garrison has a group of troops hiding in the forest behind us. I will ask Pu Ya to arrange someone to contact them. The Second Army is not as rude as the Woye Army. By the way, before dinner, can you also give a lesson to the special forces company?"

"Class?" Bailey was startled and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I don't know how to do it."

"Just tell us about your fighting experience, especially the coordination of attack and defense." Wu Lai said with a smile. The fighting skills and physical training of the two special companies made Wu Lai very satisfied. The rest, of course, is to accumulate more experience.

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Half a month later, Wu Lei welcomed his fourth victory which was called "inexplicably incredible" by the Woye Army. So far, he had received 2 million gold coins and 2,500 prisoners from Hulett's Third Legion. However, while fulfilling the promise, Hulett's Third Legion also played a little trick - the 2 million gold coins were divided into four times and dropped on the rocky beach.

Wu Lai did not have much objection to this, because he also felt that it was obviously a bit difficult for these captives who came to the door to climb up with bags of gold coins on their backs, so in the end Wu Lai gave this golden task to Meng Bao. Looking at the entire camp, it was the only one with the least time. Apart from the notch on its money bag, it only had time to sleep and hunt.

The garrison in Kayikede City is very efficient - since the second "strange victory", Date has stationed a 400-man guard five miles behind Wu Lai's defense zone, led by three civilian lieutenant generals. They never interfere with the gap defense zone on weekdays. Once Wu Lai wins, they will rush there as quickly as possible, one is to help register military merits, and the other is to escort the prisoners back to Kayikede City. However, they do not take all the prisoners away every time, because Teller, the local tyrant hostage, will pick out one or two pleasing ones from the group of prisoners every time. Needless to say, that means.

Of course, Date's efficiency was not limited to this. In order to win over Wu Lai for the Shuman family, he would carefully write good news to Wu Lai every time, and then send it to Assyria day and night to ask for credit for Wu Lai.

After reading the third letter of commendation that Date wrote for Woolley, Chief Connor could no longer sit still. He hesitated for only a moment before ringing the bell to summon his servants.

When the two servants walked in quickly, the happy smile on Connor's face had completely disappeared, replaced by his usual seriousness. However, if you pay close attention, you can still see the excitement that is difficult to suppress in his eyes.

"Please copy the good news from Kayikede City and post it. Also, inform Deputy Kevin that the afternoon meeting is cancelled." Connor handed over the good news, opened the drawer and took out something. He ignored the two servants' requests and left the office quickly.

Before dusk, a meeting of only five people, including Connor, was held in Connor's mansion. Although the number of people was small, these four were the core figures of Connor's faction. Every time the five of them appeared together, it meant that at least one major event would happen in Connor's faction.

"Woleglindo has won another victory. As of this time, he has killed more than 1,700 enemies, captured more than 1,900 prisoners, and seized more than 2,000 sets of weapons, while his own side has not suffered any losses. If the victory report was not submitted by Detschman himself, I would not believe that Woleglindo could have such a great ability. You know, his opponent is not a group of scattered bandits, but Hulett's Third Legion." Connor's eyes flashed with light, "His ability to fight is rare in the world, so I want to resume the establishment of the Ninth Legion. What do you think?"

"Can we ask Wulaglindo to form the Ninth Legion? Is it in time?"

"There's still time. We can fight and build at the same time. There will be no delay on either. Nearly half of the disbanded Ninth Legion's troops are scattered in your hands. Take them out and send them to you. I have no worries that the Ninth Legion cannot be built." Connor replied.

"Chief Connor, please wait a moment. I have seen the report of Wulagles' victory. To be honest, I don't dare to believe it. As far as I know, Wulagles only has a few hundred soldiers. How could he have won a victory over the Woye Army in such a short time?"

"It's normal for everyone to have such doubts, but as I said just now, it was not Woolley Grindo who reported the victory, but Dettshuman. I believe everyone knows his character very well." Connor said with a smile. Dettshuman's integrity and honesty made his enemies admire him. How could the victory report he wrote himself be wrong? Seeing everyone nodding, Connor continued, "We suffered a series of setbacks from Cosmondo some time ago. Thanks to Woolley's idea, we didn't let Cosmondo step on us too much. The current competition has moved from Assyria and the Supreme Council to the border with the outbreak of war. Whoever kills more on the battlefield will have the upper hand in the future. I think everyone understands this."

"The suspension of the Ninth Legion is a thorn in my heart, Connor. If General Rini had not been assassinated, the Ninth Legion would have been able to go to the battlefield by now. Even if it cannot be the main force, at least it can provide us with some help. Everyone is familiar with the Assyrian convention. In the final analysis, whoever has more soldiers and braver generals will have the right to speak!" Connor said this and could not help but clench his fists.

"Chief Connor, the financial and material resources required to form the Ninth Legion are staggering. Besides, what if the Senate and the Temple disagree?" someone asked with a frown.

"All I need is your consent. I'm not worried about the Senate and the Temple at all." Connor laughed and glanced out the window. "The current Woleglindo is like the ginkgo tree outside the window. Although the branches are not yet thick, they are already lush and green..."