Hannibal, Henry and his legions expected a fierce battle waiting for them, but they were greeted by Gresden, who had not even seen the invaders. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The old regiment commander couldn't help but think of Shappel's words, and the group of young officers in front of him made him sigh even more.

The Second Regiment was once derided as "the most desolate army in the country", and only two of the regiments were under the age of 35 (including officers); In contrast, only two people in the Third Army were older than 30.

In fact, the ridicule of the Second Army was not fair, because of the martial spirit of the Falnsey, the officers in the army regarded it as a habit to lead the way, which is also the tradition of the Falnsis. But this tradition also brought a problem to the army, and that was the high number of casualties among officers. In the Farencian Army, as long as you are a graduate of the non-commissioned officer academy, the promotion is fast. One of the main reasons is that often after a fierce battle, your boss and peers have already died, then you are likely to be the commander of the highest rank in the army, and only you can succeed your boss.

The Second Army, under the command of Henry Sr., not only had outstanding achievements, but also maintained the stability of the officer corps. From this, one can imagine the outstanding ability of the old general, and why he can be called the second generation of "Pharansi Twin Blades" with the current commander-in-chief.

However, it was not only this that surprised the old man, and a banquet held on the school field afterwards was enough to make the old man have no shortage of talking points in the future.

All of them participated, except for the soldiers of the 2nd Legion, who were imprisoned in the barracks by Hannibal on the grounds that "you did not go to war again". The old general only brought three subordinate generals to accompany him. As a result, the soldiers of the Third Army were able to drink twice as much wine.

Dozens of bonfires were lit on the school grounds, and officers and soldiers mingled. At first, there was a moment of silence for the war dead, and Hannibal was extremely religious. But with Sogrend's words: "The sorrow for the dead should not take up too much time, now let us rejoice in victory!" The audience was boiling instantly.

To the great displeasure of the old man, Thorgrande, as a general, went to play the four-pyun piano to the dancing soldiers; Calholin danced with a group of soldiers; Yadan and Jack Fleet perform wrist wrestling in the crowd.

The arrival of the female officers added fuel to the fire, there were already few women (only five), and China was not dressed, so there were only four left. As a result, women are more coveted than wine, and of course only a few are the lucky ones. Female officers were already the object of the longing of some soldiers, but now they are even more beautiful women who are dressed up like no one, and even the knights of Mastar, the sworn enemies of the Pharisees, probably can't help but swear to protect them.

Singled was kicked by Arubelich to his own sister; Holin was thrown in front of Brigide by his men; Arubelleich surrendered almost immediately to the shy St. Glen; Sk Sahar untied Racoxiu of Sogrand. After the song ended, except for Sogrend who put down the four harps and Hannibal who drank freely, the rest of the people were secretly planning something.

"Admiral Leus, you're a little too indulgent to your subordinates." Hannibal admonished as an elder.

"Ah, sometimes I feel the same way." Sogrand understated. This attitude should have provoked the wrath of the admonisher, but Sogrend's later words extinguished the flames, "My men are all good, and a few days ago they were munching on dry food with a handful of blood and sweat?" Now it's time to let them relax, so that they don't feel too sad to go back and see the empty beds. ”

At this time, Raltis also came over and exclaimed, "What beautiful girls, if I were ten years younger, I would immediately go and rob them." ”

"The woman in the men's pile is the most feminine, there is such an adage." Sogrend said.

"Who said that?" Hannibal asked.

"Leighton the Great." Tis replied, and Hannibal was stunned.

Suddenly, China appeared in front of the trio. She first greeted Hannibal and asked about her father's condition, and then turned to Sogrande, giving him a bad feeling.

"Your Excellency Ryus, would you like to try your swordsmanship with me?" There was a pleading tone in Chinna's cold tone.

Of course, Saugland could not answer "no" directly, but just as he was hesitating what words to use to send her, another voice rang out: "Captain Leus is going to duel with Mademoiselle Ranfonte." ”

Thorgrande saw that it was Arubelich, and now he understood: it was the boy who first approached Cenna as if nothing had happened, and then seemed to inadvertently praise Saugrande for his swordsmanship, in order to arouse the interest of the young lady, who was quite obsessed with swordsmanship, to compete with the master. It was strange to him how a girl as smart as China could fall for such a group of bastards so easily.

It's not that China didn't see the mystery, but she had seen Sogrande's technique on the battlefield at that time, and she was very interested. She doesn't have the hobbies of ordinary girls, but she has a family-inherited talent and interest in martial arts and the art of war. So when Arubellech tempted her with his not-so-clever lobbyist rhetoric, she pretended to be fooled, and could have passed the blame afterwards.

Huo Lin scolded "nonsense" on the side, but his eyes were clearly saying: "Arubelleich, well done!" ”。 The officers pretended to stop on the surface, but secretly they were encouraging the soldiers to make a noise.

Sogrend knew it, but he had no choice but to accept it, and said with a wry smile: "Admiral Henry, you have unfortunately been right. ”

Soon the field was cleared, the two men were ready to press their swords, and Hannibal was promoted as a referee. Huo Lin jumped out at this time and suggested: "Light is not interesting compared to swords, why don't we gamble." It's not good to gamble money, so let's bet on something else. I propose that, if the Legion Commander wins, Mademoiselle de Lamfonte should kiss him, note that it is a kiss; Instead, how about the Legion Commander invite everyone to take a hot bath in Lankados? The last sentence was asked in vain, and the soldiers, of course, agreed that whatever the outcome would be beneficial to them.

Hannibal had expected that Saugland and China would oppose the first bet, but the two didn't care. It seems that they are only interested in the game now.

The two sides officially started with the old general's "start". Both of them were combatants, and Sogrend was a little surprised, with his knowledge of Chenna's marksmanship, he had thought that Chenna's swordsmanship would not be good there. Although he also believed that he could not underestimate the enemy, he somewhat underestimated the strength of the opponent, so that he was at a disadvantage at the beginning.

The crowd watching the battle was now divided into two factions, with the officers supporting their superiors; The soldiers stood firmly on Chenna's side. The officers wanted to see a good show, while the soldiers seemed to prefer hot baths.

Although China was in the upper hand, she knew that if she couldn't defeat her opponent soon, she would lose in the end. Not to mention anything else, in terms of physical strength alone, Sogrand must have an advantage, so it is more beneficial for him to fight quickly. Sogland, for his part, has already survived the initial difficult phase, and now he is in no hurry to turn things around. If Jean China ends up losing due to physical problems, then it makes sense in either way. So, he easily defused the opponent's offensive and drained Chenna's stamina by moving.

Chyna, of course, discovered Sogrande's intentions, and her pride would not allow her to accept such a compromise. China doesn't think women are necessarily worse than men, and she's not the kind of extreme feminist, but she knows she has the ability to outperform men, and she won't be humble in this regard. Even if you lose in the end, you have to work hard to win.

As a result, China began to make dangerous moves, hoping to force her opponent to use all her strength. Suddenly, she corrected her steady play, and with a short stab, she almost crashed into Sogrend. Thorgrande was completely untouched by her changes, and barely dodged the blow with a very ugly figure. But it also stimulated his warrior instinct, and he reflexively swept away. Zyna struggled to withdraw her sword to block the blow, secretly surprised that Sogrend's seemingly unintentional attack instantly grabbed the weakest link of her defense.

China stopped the attack, and she needed a timeout to figure out what was going on. Sogrend also tacitly stopped the action, but soon China realized that the timeout was not good for her. The build-up momentum in Sogrend's body instinctively frightened her, but she couldn't muster up the fighting spirit to attack again.

A few seconds seemed like a century, and Sogre finally began to counterattack, and the attacks were so ferocious that each blow seemed to kill someone, and Zena used all her strength to parry.

“5，4，3，2，1。” As Sogrand counted down, Cenna's sword flew out of her numb hand. She gasped and looked at Saulgrande in amazement. "Is this what my father said, the man whom I cannot overcome?"

It was Huo Lin who took the lead in applauding and said to Chenna, "Miss, you are already very good. If the Legion Commander is serious, none of us can survive eight swords, but you can survive ten swords. ”

"Thank you for your generous advice." Cena saluted politely and said she picked up her sword and left.

Of course, Horlin couldn't let her go, and reminded her, "I owe him a kiss to Lord Leus." ”

Everyone was heckling at this point, and Ginna stayed there, looking like she was in an awkward position.

"Hey, the creditor hasn't spoken yet, what's your name?" Sogrend saw that Gina had something else on his mind, and came to relieve the siege, "Miss Lanfonte, I allow you to owe it first. The opposition of the crowd was rejected by the fact that I do not owe it to you.

Cenna didn't thank you and left the school grounds. The feast ended soon after the climax. After that, there was still a hot bath, but all the officers paid for it together.

While the Falunsiians were celebrating their victory, García, the former deputy commander of Iberia, was being reappointed. Ferdinand III was pacing back and forth, apparently extremely dissatisfied with the outcome of the war. "General Garcia, I don't want to blame you, but it turned out too bad. I know you're talented. So I'll give you another chance. I'm going to go on a personal expedition and hope that the army will be ready by the end of February. The crown prince and I both went on the expedition, with at least 100,000 troops, no problem. ”

Garcia replied humbly: "The ministers should live up to Your Majesty's expectations and serve the dynasty with all their might. ”

Ferdinand III waved him back and laid himself on the throne. A king like him, who came to power by killing his brother, had to redouble his efforts and achieve double success in order to be recognized by the public, and he had a clear understanding and awareness of the situation. Ferdinand III would have been his prince if he hadn't thought he could rule the country better than his brother, but now he understood the true meaning of his brother's smile when he died. It was not only the helplessness of the situation, but also the stupid ridicule of him and the detachment of liberation.

At this time, someone informed the arrival of the crown prince. The heir of the Ginora dynasty walked in, thick and curly dark brown hair, and a thin face with a hint of blood. He may be said to be a beautiful young man, but he seems to lack the vitality he deserves, and does not seem to match the angular appearance of his father. He was followed by his teacher.

"Father, what are you looking for me for?" The prince asked cautiously.

"My son, you are twenty-three. It's time to make a difference. Join me on the expedition in March. ”

"Yes, I'll go down and prepare." Crown Prince Ofrite Genora replied excitedly.

"Go, Suarez, you stay." The king called out to the prince's teacher.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Suarez respectfully agreed, but his deference was more akin to a creditor than to an object of allegiance.

"Suarez, are you still working for me just because of that bet?" Suarez did not answer, and the king could only smile bitterly and continued: "Well, then you can find a reliable staff member for me for Ofritte, so that I can win this time." And comment on my son. ”

"If I had to decide, I wouldn't have agreed to this expedition." Suarez said quietly, "If His Royal Highness the Prince was just born in an ordinary family, he would still be able to live his life in peace." As for the selection of staff......" Suarez hesitated, which made the king feel a little uneasy. "William Grant can do it."

"Oh, really?" The king still smiled bitterly, "Suarez, good birds choose the best trees to perch on, you can do it yourself." ”

Suarez looked at the king in amazement, and Ferdinand III turned around and said, "I don't have enough instruments, but I'm not a fool for nothing." Let's go, Suarez. ”

"The minister is self-righteous, my king." Suarez remains respectful, but not the same as before.

Ferdinand III never revealed his surprised and moved expression to anyone.

William Grant is a descendant of an exiled aristocrat from Zigner, with light brown hair, lake-blue eyes, and a Chinese face, and seems to be a solid and trustworthy person. He has a very good set of rules and soldiers, and he has many military exploits in suppressing the old king's forces for the dynasty, and it seems that he is a good candidate.

While the Iberians were actively preparing for war, the officers of the Pharensi had just crawled out of the baths to receive the king's reward. At the same time, Parelo ordered China to lead his troops to escort 11,000 Mastar captives to the southern front, apparently in exchange for ransom.

As a result, the generals of the Third Legion, while lamenting the departure of the "Ice Beauty" Chenna, happily kicked out of Gresden 11,000 "eye-catchers who eat white rice".