Chapter 367 Eastern nobles, both civil and military! (Two in one! Please subscribe!)
As the commander of the Imperial Guard Division, Count Gerry Kormi officially took over the defense of the entire Central Plains a week ago.
He has always been a staunch supporter of the eldest prince Pitzman, serving him wholeheartedly and being highly trusted.
He lived up to Pitzman's trust and led the Imperial Guard Division to withstand the pressure of previous defeats and consolidate the defense line on the central plains.
Gerry Colmer's strategy was simple: delay.
Because in terms of food and fodder supply, no other force can compare with the eldest prince Pitzman, and he has long seen through the second prince Rez's current situation of being strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
Even with the support of Marshal Teodoro and the assistance of several famous Norman generals, if there is no food and supplies, it will be a castle in the air that may collapse at any time.
Therefore, at this time, Gerry Kormi can be said to be sure of victory. As long as he can withstand the pressure of these days, the situation on the battlefield will be reversed.
And he does have the confidence.
You must know that the Imperial Guard Division that guards the imperial capital St. Lawrence is the absolute elite in the Norman army. Only the best among the major legions will become a member of the Imperial Guard Division after selection.
Gerry Kormi can say responsibly that even facing the Odin Cavalry that crisscrosses the continent, the Imperial Guard Division is definitely capable of fighting.
It was because of this sufficient confidence that Gerry Kormi could sleep peacefully in the tent at this moment.
only……
It seemed as if in an instant, the military camp suddenly exploded.
Noise, clamor, shouting...
When Gerry Kormi stood up, even through a layer of tents, he could vaguely see the bright lights in the military camp.
"Commander-in-Chief! Commander-in-Chief!"
The adjutant rushed into the tent in a hurry without even having time to report.
"What's wrong?"
Gerry Cormi frowned slightly.
"Fire! Fire everywhere!"
"Fire? It's the cook accompanying the army..."
Before Gerry Kolmie could finish his words, the adjutant interrupted him breathlessly: "It's the Second Prince's army! They launched a sneak attack on us under the cover of night!"
"What?!"
Gerry Kormi stood up suddenly, picked up the sword placed aside, and opened the tent.
The area outside the camp had turned into a sea of fire. The shouts of the soldiers resounded through the night sky. The troops under the command of the Second Prince Reiz were rushing madly around the damaged camp, slaughtering the guards who were still asleep.
"Damn it! As a noble, Rez actually used such despicable and mean means!"
Gerry Cormi hissed angrily.
However, angry roars cannot change the current situation.
The soldiers of the Imperial Guards Division could only hastily pick up their weapons to resist these aggressive enemies.
The blazing flames illuminated the dark night, the clash of swords and angry roars scared away the night owls on the treetops, and tonight on the Central Great Plains, there was destined to be only one winner.
…
A week later.
Imperial capital, St. Lawrence.
Shrouded in the night, St. Lawrence actually looks no different from ordinary small towns on the mainland.
The vast imperial palace and the towering wizard tower standing in the XC area were both shrouded in seemingly endless darkness. Only a vague outline could be seen under the mottled moonlight.
The whole city was extremely quiet, with only the sound of scattered footsteps when patrols with torches passed by.
The Lion Manor is located in the northwest corner of the imperial capital, St. Lawrence. As it is also late at night, only on the streets near the Lion Manor can one see mottled human figures and dim candlelight.
This is the place where nobles socialize and gather.
Magic street lamps are only available in the Principality of Idar, but the nobles living in the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence use pure gold candlesticks and countless candles to decorate the manor with bright lights.
Many rare leathers were sewn into large carpets and laid on the intricately carved floor.
The stained glass windows around the walls are painted with emblems and patterns symbolizing the royal family, which appear even more noble and respectable in the flickering candlelight.
At this moment, a grand dinner was being held in the Lion Manor. Countless servants were running around in the manor, diligently serving the noble masters who were laughing heartily and the noble ladies who were well-behaved.
Those large noble lords held up their wine glasses and shared stories about each other's extravagant lives. There were even some lustful men who gathered together from time to time and made a verbal agreement to have sex all night long.
"Those Odin people... Although they all look ferocious, they are actually weak inside. I killed several of the fierce-looking Odin people one after another, and the rest of them became afraid and didn't dare to move!"
At the banquet, a middle-aged noble boasted proudly.
"Count Cornette, please tell us what those Odins look like?"
Beside the middle-aged nobleman, a group of noble ladies widened their eyes with curiosity and were particularly interested in Count Cornette's story.
For these noble ladies who have never left the imperial capital of St. Lawrence, the ferocity of the Odin people is just a concept on paper.
They had heard about the changes that took place in the northern border, and they had also heard about how the Odin people treated the nobles, but... they had only heard about it.
And now, Count Cornet, a nobleman from the eastern part of the empire, has moved to the imperial capital of St. Lawrence, bringing exciting adventure stories to the innocent girls living in the noble manors.
In the story of Count Cornette, this handsome middle-aged nobleman once fought bravely with the Odinites himself and hovered between life and death countless times.
Although his weather-beaten face already showed the wrinkles left by the years, he still attracted the attention of these noble ladies with his stories.
"If you ask me, the strongest army in the Odin Empire is the famous Odin Cavalry!"
Count Cornette cleared his throat and narrated with great emotion: "Each of those Odin's cavalrymen rode tall and mighty northern war horses, wore short fur coats, and held huge axes. With just one powerful swing, they could tear apart the heads and bodies of ordinary people!"
"Have you ever had a duel with Odin's cavalry?" a noble lady asked admiringly.
"Of course!" Count Cornette said solemnly, "Even if it were me, I could only fight one against three. If there were a few more Odin's cavalry, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to stand here today. Alas..."
As he spoke, Count Cornette could not help but sigh in a formal manner.
"Since Count Cornet is so heroic, why did you leave the eastern part of the empire?"
At this moment, a not-so-friendly voice came from the side.
Although the story of Count Cornet fascinated the noble ladies, for the rest of the noble men...
Ha! We are all nobles, and I don’t know what the nobles are like?
Fighting one against three, and in a stalemate with Odin's cavalry?
Fuck you!
"You are..." Count Cornette frowned slightly, but still asked patiently.
"I am Marquis Soto, Johann Graf!" said the rude young man.
"Johann, don't be rude!"
Behind the young man, a graceful female noble came over and gently scolded the young man who refuted Count Cornet.
"I am Johann's sister, Ferona Graf. Dear Count Cornet, please forgive my brother's disrespect."
The noblewoman's words were quite sincere, and even made people feel a hint of guilt from the bottom of her heart.
"Marquis Soto's doubts are indeed reasonable."
Count Cornet waved his hand quickly, then changed his tone and said, "The reason why I left the eastern part of the empire is because... I still have my family and children. Even though I can fight with Odin's soldiers in close combat, I cannot ignore my family! I must make sure that the bloodline of the Cornet family will survive forever..."
As he spoke, Cornet's face was miserable, and even a trace of tears squeezed out of the corner of his eyes: "How I wish I could fight those Odin people, but I also have to consider the continuation of my family. Therefore... all the nobles who came to the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence with me have donated our wealth to the current Duke of Idar, hoping that he can carry out our long-cherished wish, reorganize the troops, and hold on to the eastern part of the empire..."
Upon hearing this, all the noble ladies present were saddened and felt more sympathy for Count Cornet in front of them.
"Can……"
Johan wanted to say something to refute Count Cornette's words, but was quickly interrupted by his sister.
"Your bravery and selflessness are amazing, Count Cornet."
Ferona Graf was generous with her praise.
After politely saying goodbye to Count Cornet, Ferona pulled her brother to the other side.
"Ferona, why don't you let me expose this hypocritical guy!"
In the corner, Johann broke free from his sister's hand with dissatisfaction and whispered, "That Count Cornet is a real liar! You have already found out that these guys who came to the imperial capital Saint Lawrence were all scared to death by Odin's army. As for their lost wealth, it was not a so-called gift, but a toll forcibly withheld by Duke Idar!"
After leaving the crowd, Filona's voice became colder:
"What's the point of exposing him? Your actions will only expose the fact that our family has been gathering information and cause us to become enemies with those nobles from the eastern part of the empire. It has no value or effect at all!"
Hearing this, Qiao Han seemed a little wilted: "Oh... just sister, what's the point of you always gathering intelligence about the western and eastern parts of the empire? No matter which majesty wins this war, we are still the nobles of this land."
"Besides, aren't the armies of your two majesties in a stalemate on the great plain in the middle of the country?"
"No! This war is definitely not as simple as you expected, and... this evening, the spies sent by the family have sent back news..."
Having said this, Felona couldn't help but stop and keep silent.
"What's wrong? Ferona, can you speak in full sentences?" asked Johann.
"The Norman Empire is about to change..."
…
In fact, things were indeed changing in the Norman Empire.
Although Rez's night raid on the Great Central Plains was not in line with the tradition of the nobility, it achieved extremely remarkable results.
The Imperial Guard Division, which had just been sent to the front line by Crown Prince Pitzmann, played almost no role and was shattered in this sudden night raid.
The army under Rez's command also took this opportunity to launch a massive attack, eliminating the defense line set up by the eldest prince Pitzman in the central plains in one fell swoop, breaking the original stalemate and causing the situation in the interior of the empire to change dramatically in an instant.
You know, the imperial capital of Saint Lawrence is located in the southwest of the Central Plains. With the defeat of the Imperial Guard Division, Rez's army can march straight into the city of Saint Lawrence! "Asshole! Rez has disgraced the royal family! Such a dirty, despicable, and shameless sneak attack is a blasphemy to the dignity of the royal family!"
In the palace, the furious Pitsman kicked over several desks and hacked to death several death row prisoners, but he still could not calm his anger.
"Your Majesty, we need to make plans early..."
Yerson Paris, Duke of Dorne, who was temporarily appointed as Chancellor of the Privy Seal by Pitzman, said in a deep voice.
"Make plans early? What plans? Even if Rez breaks through the Central Great Plains and successfully arrives at the city of St. Lawrence, what will happen?"
"The Imperial Guard Division that protects the imperial capital still retains a large number of elite troops that have not been mobilized. Together with the Imperial Guards, the local troops stationed in the southern part of the empire, and soldiers recruited from the people, it can be said that it is more than enough to guard St. Lawrence!" Pitzman said with a gloomy face.
"There are also military pay and food supplies, Your Majesty," added the Duke of Dorne.
To date, for various reasons, among the five regent dukes of the Regency Council, Duke Yersin Paris of Dorne has completely stood on the side of Crown Prince Pizman.
"That's right! There are also food and military pay. Before Rez's army arrives at the city, Yersin Paris, I order you to get more than enough food and military pay from the pockets of civilians and nobles to sustain for half a year or even longer!" Pitzman said.
"As you wish, my majesty, but... I have to remind you that if the news of the defeat in the Central Great Plains reaches the ears of those nobles, it is very likely that a large number of nobles will flee the imperial capital in the next few days." Duke Dorne said solemnly.
"Then block the city gates and do not allow any nobles to leave! In order to continue the orthodoxy of the Norman Empire, those nobles who do nothing all day must make some contributions."
“Yes, sir…”
(End of this chapter)
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