"Silence, gentlemen, shut your mouth!"

General Primo de Rivera, the Minister of War of Castile, slammed the table so hard that poor sandalwood almost fell apart. The generals below reluctantly stopped.

From the early hours of the morning, it was dominated by a sense of impatience and anger that was close to the explosion.

The bad news came one after another, and first all the communication gems suddenly fell silent, and the War Department lost contact with all the troops. Then, in the morning, the Flying Beasts of the garrison of the province of Bizkai arrived, informing them of the bad news that Guernica had been burned to the ground by unknown sneak attackers. Later, news came that the military port of Cadiz had been attacked, the merchant fleet and the battleships of the Armada at anchor had been sunk, and the shipyard had been destroyed.

The Minister of War, who did not dare to slack off, hurriedly ordered the verification, and immediately left the already boiling War Department, and let the carriage rush to the Eskoria Palace as fast as possible.

On the stairs outside the El Escoria Palace, Rivera saw Charlemagne's ambassador, Viscount Louis Adolphe Thiers, who was rumored to be a champagne underground and made a small fortune, and was on the verge of falling down the stairs with a dejected face.

As if he understood something, the War Minister did not look at the amateur champagne merchant, and trotted all the way into the interview room.

When the squire opened the door with a straight face, General Rivera's imaginary scene became a reality—the great King of Castile, His Majesty Philip II, alias the "King of Prudence", was furious. The appearance of a lot of evil fire.

This gloomy king, who was polite in Chinese under his courtiers, and had the impression of outsiders constantly waving his pen and giving official documents all day long, is now like an enraged lion. His face was flushed, veins appeared on his forehead, his mouth kept spitting out the most vicious curses against Charlemagne, and he waved a beautifully printed document in his hand as if it were a cavalry knife, and poor Charles IV was being stabbed before him.

Like all despicable and shameless people about sneak attacks and undeclared wars, Charlemagne's nasty embryos only sent a scribbled declaration of war half an hour after the attack began.

Despite rumors, some of Charlemagne's radical soldiers and members of the Titans "went alone" and "went violent". Rumors that induced a heavy dà incident. But in this world where the likes of "down and down" are unheard of. No one would believe that a soldier would dare to take matters into his own hands and induce war without authorization.

So—

"As a result of the treacherous attacks of Castile on our country, the bombing of transport facilities in Perpignan and the launching of several terrorist bombings. Start with the submission of credentials. The two countries are at war—"

The Secretary of War read out in a frustrated voice. As the head of the War Department, and also one of the old indignant youths in the army, after reading this declaration of war full of lies and disguises. With a hideous face, he spat out the hearts of the generals.

"Well, Charlemagne mongrels want war, and we satisfy them and use the wrath of the god of war to make all those steers into roasted wings. But first, please come to your senses and determine our next steps. ”

General Rivera glanced at his secretary, and the shrewd and capable middle-aged man brought over a rather large scroll, and with the assistance of two attendants, the map of the defense of the whole country of Castile was solemnly opened.

"At about 3 o'clock this morning, the contact of the army was suddenly cut off, followed by attacks on Cadiz and Guernica. The military port can no longer be used, and the city ...... Guernica was tainted by the paws of Charlemagne's mongrel and disappeared from the beautiful landscape of Biscay...... What to expect from Charlemagne dog mongrel, just look at Guernica. We are ashamed of the dead, but now is not the time to be sentimental, and we must do our best to figure out what the enemy's next move will be, and when and where will they attack?"

The wand strikes on the map at two points at either end of Castile—Guernica in the northwest and Cadiz in the southeast. Looking at the two icons, thousands of miles apart, the generals' faces wrinkled.

They were not worried about the fortresses on the border, and with the favorable terrain of the Bilnius Mountains, it was unrealistic for large armies to break through those expensive fortresses and fight deep into the hinterland. But this raid showed that Charlemagne was fully capable of bypassing the obstacles on land and launching a landing battle from the sea. During the Battle of Cádiz, the Armada lost nearly half of its combat ships, and important shipyards and ship canals were burned. This heavy loss allowed Charlemagne's navy to gain relative superiority for at least a year. As long as they wished, they could choose a landing site to land on the beach before Albion summoned the "Grand Fleet" to come to their aid from Scarpa Bay. It not only bypassed the border fortress group, but also completely grasped the initiative in the war.

The question is, where will they come from?

"It's possible in either direction. ”

Baron Antonio de Liva said a word of nonsense, and before his colleagues scoffed, the "Army Star" suddenly asked: "Have you made contact with the border fortress?"

"The griffons that were sent out haven't come back yet. ”

The communications non-commissioned officer drooped his head and said bitterly:

"The problem of the communication gem has not yet been solved, and it will take time to restore communication between various places by the oldest means. Just getting to the border from Ulsalia and back - that would have taken a whole day. ”

"Baron, do you suspect that the bastards would come from land?"

General Jose Valera snorted, leaned back in his chair with his hands folded, and raised his chin high.

"It's impossible, even if the forts lose contact with each other for a while, our brave lads will be able to beat Charlemagne back by relying on the fort. Don't forget, a Castilian warrior in a fortress can fight off a dozen orcs, and when has Charlemagne's steer been more capable of fighting than a woolly bear?"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, many matching laughter immediately followed. In their minds, Charlemagne may be an artistic race full of literary temperament, keen to overthrow the government, and eternally in heat, but it is by no means a fighting race. If even a hairy bear can't do it, it's even less likely for a group of demoralized, cold arrows to do it.

In the face of cynicism, Baron Liva replied loudly:

"There is no doubt that the design of the border line is a masterpiece of the world! But that pile of stones does not give me enough security, and I think more money should be invested in the development and procurement of armored trains, armored spaceships, and griffin protectors - these forces that can be used for mobile defense, instead of blindly spending all the money on laying bricks and building stones!"

Before the baron could finish speaking, the War Chancellor's stomach burned like a perforation.

This idea itself has many brilliant points, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a major military reform and progress. But thinking too far ahead will not only attack the old thinking, but also touch the interests of conservatives. Bringing this up at this meeting will only deflect the meeting and at the same time escalate the contradiction into a conflict all at once.

Again, the Minister of War was right, and the debate quickly escalated into a quarrel, and eventually into an all-out parade, and for a time all sorts of Castilian swear words and teacups, pen holders, and inkwells flew around the conference room.

The Castilian army bosses who were "sparring" would not have imagined that at this moment, the assault group of more than 300 combat vehicles of the Wehrmacht had already crossed the smoke-filled wreckage and began to move south along the railway line. Behind them, a large group of mechanized units followed. (To be continued......)

PS: Guess the small theater

Li Lin: No one answered in the last issue, it's a pity, I hope that this time there will be readers who can get extra points!

Nidhogg: Today's question 1.Down-the-top - where is this a bird tradition?(hint: the in District 11...... 2. Ulsalia - where is the prototype? (hint: Real Madrid...... Everyone, hurry up!