Chapter 1313, Difficult Chivalry Expedition

PS: It’s my last trip, so I’d better ask for a monthly pass, Qiuli Gao~

When Kronburg fell, the Brittanian jihadist army was slowly advancing along the Axbite Pass mountain road.

The two marshals Lawn and Kalad, the regents of the kingdom, took the lead, while Ryan, Birhemond, and his father-in-law led the Knights Road army to slowly follow from behind. The Axbite Pass is a mountain road, and the supply line will be more fragile without a river, so It can't get any faster.

The Norscan dwarves walked through the Leyline Network under the leadership of Lord Baldr and his brother Thor, but then a sad news came that Karak-Breeze Castle had fallen and was captured by the Skaven. Since then, the last dwarf stronghold in the Northern Gray Mountains has fallen.

The Twilight Sisters' Alaire vanguard is based on the roots of the Oak of the Ages. The wood elves do not want to associate with the dwarves. These people are still grieving the death of Queen Alaire and King Orion. The morale of the wood elves is low. , there is nothing the Twilight sisters can do about this. They are not leaders who are good at inspiring morale.

Even so, there are still some elves and dwarves in the holy war army.

Young Thor Green, the eldest son of Belegar Hammer, the King of the Eight Peaks, followed the Crusaders with a small group of mustached dwarves and volunteered to serve as a reconnaissance team. Jed Honesty drove his own rotary-wing helicopter around all day long. On the Elf side, Aralos led his gray-coated team to follow the Old Guards. Likewise, the wood elves under Aralos were also demoralized. These tortured and suffering warriors could only follow closely now. Looking for the hero Aralos, seeking final relief.

The three Kislev Guards regiments enjoyed the high altitude and biting cold wind of the Gray Mountains. For Mrs. Kislev, Britannia was too warm.

The Estalian Militia Legion, a 6,000-strong army carefully selected by Archduke Magritte Juan Carlos Sungazer, cursed the biting ice peaks of the Gray Mountains. The Estalian people were not used to this kind of cold.

It was a day in late summer in the year 2525 of the Imperial Calendar.

The biting wind is endless, flowing down from the towering peaks, carrying the screams of collapse and echoing along the way. The sky has turned from the empty gloomy curtain into a bunch of twisted storm clouds, raging. The surge was like a pair of giant hands pressing down on the sky and tearing it apart.

Talleyrand, the Brittanian Foreign Minister accompanying the army, wrapped himself tightly in a high-quality waterproof robe. The high-spirited cripple cursed the damn bad weather, and at the same time kept complaining about why Ryan had to appoint him to accompany the army. The lame man just wanted to Enjoy hot coconut goat milk and Paimon soup for breakfast in your own manor instead of sleeping in the open air here.

"Your Excellency Talleyrand, I am surprised that you are here." Zhukov, the general of the 1st Guards Lancers Regiment, tried to talk to this grumbling master. He seemed a little stiff: "I believe you will be able to show your ability. own role.”

"You might as well say that I can serve as a vital symbol, that is, this great holy war also has the participation of high elves. This symbolizes that under the leadership of the Sun King, we have achieved great unity of race and nation." Lielang squinted his eyes and said, "Long live the great unity of the world's nations. Isn't this all for you?"

This sentence made Zhukov speechless. General Kislev was so blocked that he thought about it and found that he couldn't take on this problem.

Several hussars around could not help but snicker.

Zhukov's face turned red, and he couldn't help but hold back his last words: "Your Excellency Talleyrand, I respect you very much."

"You can call me by my name directly, General. We are all servants of the Sun King." Talleyrand smiled stiffly. He took out a bottle of rum from his waist and took two sips. He felt much better: " I am not a Chaos Demon. There is no need for you to be so afraid of me. And as far as I know, you are not afraid of Chaos Demons. In the north of Kislev, you personally led the Bear Cavalry into battle more than once, and many Chaos Demons were killed by you. Turn, in that case, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

"I'm only afraid of one thing, and that is stupidity." Zhukov could only say: "I always feel that in your eyes, I always seem to behave stupidly."

"Wow, my general, I have to take a high look at you." Talleyrand rubbed the surface of the cylinder with his hand and said with a smile: "Then I think you must be living with inferiority every day."

Zhukov's smile stiffened: "Talleyrand, I respect you very much, but that doesn't mean you can test my bottom line over and over again."

"I heard that Raymond became a marshal." Talleyrand ignored Zhukov's words and continued: "What do you think?"

General Kislev's expression changed. He was at a loss for Talleyrand's performance. It could be seen that Talleyrand was staring directly at him. He could only say: "I respect the decision of His Majesty the Sun King. Maybe Marshal Raymond is a good person." s Choice."

"Pfft." Talleyrand couldn't help laughing: "I was expecting to get a more satisfactory answer from you, Georgi."

"I said, I respect your Majesty's decision. I like order and fight for the recovery of Britannia and Kislev. I am not the kind of person you imagined." Zhukov could only organize his words with difficulty .

"I myself also like order, especially rules, but I don't like law, especially civil law." Talleyrand smiled: "Then I can understand, my general, you also feel that Marshal Raymond, who rose from the grassroots, , a guy who was a carpenter twenty years ago deserves the honor of marshal, right?"

"Your conclusion is almost equivalent to my answer." Zhukov nodded, his big bald head shining brightly under the reflection of the white snowy tops of the gray mountain peaks, which was very dazzling.

"There are very few people who would not have other thoughts in their hearts after taking control of the legion that symbolizes the last lifeline and the strongest fighting power of the country." Talleyrand's face was calm, but he said words that made Zhukov's heart beat wildly and even made him look around. .

Zhukov now serves as both the general of the 1st Guards Lancer Corps and the commander-in-chief of the Kislev Guards. In other words, he has at least half of the control over all the armies that Kislev hopes to restore.

"Oh, my general, why are you blushing?" The lame man stopped mid-sentence and said with a smile.

"Refreshed!" Zhukov said quickly.

"Why is your face turning yellow again?" Talleyrand was almost laughing in his heart.

"Prevent the cold..." Zhukov couldn't make up any more: "We, Mrs. Keesler, are all like this. Our faces will turn yellow when encountering cold weather. This is a self-protection mechanism."

"So are you interested in the rank of marshal?"

"Me? I am satisfied with my current glory and my achievements in fighting Chaos in the north for ten years as General Erengrad. I am not short of wealth either."

"Yes, of course you are not short of wealth. If nothing else, the wealth you brought back from the front line was dozens of carriages, if nothing else." Talleyrand said casually.

Zhukov's face turned pale. He was silent for several seconds before he said: "I took those from the enemy."

"Yes, you are."

Talleyrand said no more, he closed his mouth.

That night, at the Axe Pass Station, the king's red, blue, and gold-roofed tent was displayed.

After the announcement, Talleyrand quickly opened the tent and came in. The room was very warm, because Veronica's witchcraft brazier was lit in the corner, and there was the familiar sound of mahjong.

Looking forward, I saw the Knight Queen Surya, the Lake God Witch Morgiana, the Speaker Veronica and the Maid Sylvia sitting around playing Japanese hemp. The scene looked very lively, and there were Holding the chips, Talleyrand only had time to take a look and discovered that the chips above were written "one day". Among them, Sulia's chips were piled up like a hill at the most, followed by Morgiana and Veronica, and Sylvia. There were only a few chips, and Lidya Su gently took out a handful from the chips and handed it to Sylvia: "Okay, don't say I didn't give you a chance this time."

"Come on! Just wait and let go this time! Mrs. Sulia!" Veronica rolled up her sleeves and planned to have a big fight.

"Since Madam has asked so, I have no choice but to obey." Sylvia seemed reluctant, but in fact she was eager to give it a try.

"I'll just have fun." Morgiana was very conservative. If Sulia hadn't requested it, she wouldn't even want to participate.

Where is Ryan?

Ryan was grilling a large number of skewers over the stove, sprinkled with cumin and controlling the heat. There was also a large pot of beef borscht simmering next to it, exuding a lovely aroma.

"It's Talleyrand, what's the matter?" Ryan said casually. Talleyrand was his personal minister: "Here, how about you try the borscht I made?"

"Don't you dare disobey me?" Talleyrand didn't hesitate and sat down to eat.

Not a monarch, but a servant, not a subordinate, but a friend. This is how Talleyrand positioned himself.

By the way, Cripple told Ryan the entire previous conversation.

"Then do you think he should be given the title of marshal?" Ryan was silent for a few seconds. The Sun King sighed: "In fact, according to Zhukov's achievements, there is no problem, and his military ability is even better than that of the late Konstantin (Rokossovsky). Constantine’s military plans are often too risky and must squeeze the potential of the army to the extreme. Therefore, he must be paired with Karad’s super-executive and fearless character. Strong general."

"Your Majesty, have you ever trained a dog?" Talleyrand said: "Dogs are like this. If they are too hungry, they will hurt their owners. If they are too full, they will lie down and sleep and ignore their owners."

"Then you think the same as me." Ryan smiled: "Loyalty! Sincerity!"

"He is very useful, at least until Kislev successfully recovers his country, and for Kislev's rotten land, his talents can be used for a lifetime, but they need to be carefully controlled." Talleyrand was silent for a few seconds. : "Your Majesty, you specified that I must follow you. Do you have similar considerations?"

"How to say?"

“I’ve been thinking, what should we do once we get into Braunschweig?”

"That depends on the decision of the Imperial Council." Ryan narrowed his eyes: "How about Frey."

"What about Frey? How about us?" Talleyrand thought for a while: "I dare to ask, Your Majesty, if Frey can be designated as crown prince, what are your plans? I can also prepare a diplomatic strategy."

"Be Emperor Shao." Ryan said softly.

"What if it can't be done?"

"To overthrow the emperor."

"I understand. Your Majesty, please look forward to my future performance." Talleyrand smiled: "Also, please be sure to win!"

"You don't believe in my strength?"

"Your Majesty, in addition to military victory, isn't there also technological victory, cultural victory and religious victory?"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha~" The tent was filled with the cheerful laughter of Ryan and Talleyrand.

And Veronica's roar: "Rong! Duan Yaojiu! Hong Bao Card! Two days are mine!"

…………I am the dividing line that must be won…………

Not long after each other, Ax bites the pass and the Brittanian vanguard.

The 30,000-strong vanguard army was advancing arduously in the wind and snow. The oncoming heavy rain, the endless greenskin warbands at Axbite Pass, and the Skaven attacks made Raun and Kalad's progress very difficult. It was difficult, the downpour of rain beat on the rocks beside me, and the gathered streams poured down from the high ground, gurgling and rushing forward, flowing from the rugged mountain road into the Ax Pass, until What can be preserved at this time is only a thin wisp, which seems to tell everyone that the end of your journey for those of you who suffer from Brittanian Chivalry Syndrome is already doomed.

Dangerous mountain roads are always full of accidents, strong winds, and uninterrupted ferocity and wildness. If it weren't for the special carriage carefully crafted by the Norscan dwarves and the mountain snow chains, which are particularly suitable for walking on the mountain roads, it would be extremely difficult to slip. No one knew how much supplies would be lost along the way. Even so, more than a dozen carriages and more than 170 people fell down the steep mountain road and became the first batch of victims of the jihadi army.

There is nothing glorious about this sacrifice.

As Raun and Kalad advanced, the highlands and hills gradually fell behind them, replaced by the country of pain with thousands of hills and mountains. The last piece of pasture also disappeared, leaving only the sharp edge with no end in sight. The steep and barren mountains and rocky ridges, the rain as biting as ice, and the strong winds even sucked it into the evil whirlpool, gushing into every fold of the fabric and the gap in the armor.

At this time, the waterproof cloak of the Wood Elf becomes particularly important. If you wear a thick Wood Elf raincoat, at least you will not be soaked in the rain.

But even so, the morale of the knights was still gradually declining, especially those young knights-errant who were eager to participate in the holy war of chivalry. They soon discovered that there were no enemies in sight that could be charged, and there were no enemies to charge. Conditions, the original enthusiasm for the expedition was difficult to maintain under such conditions. Tortured by the ferocious destruction of nature, the knights shrugged their heads and said nothing, but silently followed the group and the Holy Grail banner.

Neither Lawn nor Callard could do much about the situation.

As night fell, Kalad and Raun sat around the fire in the tent, eating and chatting.

"If we are lucky, we will arrive near Helmgart in five days. I hope Sir Amanrik and his legions can meet us there." Raun chewed a white radish in his mouth and pointed to the map: " The road will be much easier after passing through Helmgart, and we can go all the way down along the alpine grassland until we reach Bogenhafen, which should be possible in seven or eight days."

"Hope it goes well." Kalad devoured the roasted pig's trotters. His face was always serious and unsmiling: "By the way, Leon Cole, have you ever felt that something is always peeking at us recently?"

"I feel it too." Lawn nodded and suddenly put down the bowl: "Did you feel it?"

"Yes, I feel it." Kalad also put down the pig's trotters.

The coach's tent suddenly opened, and the two marshals rushed out. They pulled off their robes, revealing the dwarf master-level runes under their robes and the dazzling family crest on the full-body plate armor: "Take up weapons! Pick up weapons, Ready to fight!"

Kalad's roar sounded before Raun's roar. The vanguards were stunned at first, but within a few seconds, everyone began to respond. The knights excitedly called for their attendants to put on their armor, and the free folk sergeants The veterans yelled at the new recruits and told them where to position themselves.

A cluster of violent roars came from the side of the mountain pass. Every knight knew that sound since they were squires - it was something that was deeply engraved in their minds from the day they picked up the sword. The old enemy that once almost caused the destruction of Britannia was a group of madmen who were always tireless in destroying and destroying.

Even though the famous "green-skinned killer" King Ron of Britannia spent nearly a hundred years to eliminate them, burning and defeating them thousands of times, even the current Sun King Lion could chase these things all the way into the mountains, and even Expeditions to Bafeng Mountain, but they will always come back. They are like parasitic bacteria and will never be completely eliminated.

They are just...

"Waaagh!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

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