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With the surrender of General Mountbatten, the following things will be much easier.

Hadi did not take advantage of the situation, but clarified the responsibilities of both parties with the other party, agreed on some strategic timeline content, and then adjourned.

Returning to his tent, Hadi looked at the terrain sand table and chuckled.

Then he said to Rogge: "Go and inform Bing Xixi that he will take over the 1,000 longbowmen of Cardo."

Rogge nodded and was leaving. Hadi said: "Wait, tell Bing Xixi to find a way to build a good relationship with those longbowmen and try to get more people to us. It would be best if there are at least 100 people willing to leave with us when we leave Inrodo. Go and inform him."

Then Rogge really left the tent.

Although Inrodo is a strange country, it is also a country with a normal political system and the ability to fight back.

They couldn't have been unaware of the French and Cardo coalition forces, so they must have been prepared for defense.

"Let the reconnaissance team set off now." Hardy said to the staff next to him: "Focus on the reconnaissance of the border line of Kalil County."

One staff member went out.

Hadi thought for a while and continued: "Order the Eastern Allied Forces to set off now and station troops on the northern border line of Kalil, and the Western Allied Forces to go to the central part. The Royal Allied Forces will follow me to the south."

As Hardy's orders came down one by one, the French army started to move.

They began to dismantle the camp and left in three teams at a very fast speed.

On the outer wall of Cardo's camp, the old general Mountbatten watched the French army disappear and sighed: "This command ability, this dispatch, we are really not as good as them."

Next to him was a young man, the one who stood up and opposed at the meeting just now.

He looked at France's shadow in the distance with some jealousy, as if there was someone he didn't like there: "It's just divided into three troops. Isn't it wrong to break up your own combat effectiveness?"

"You have to see who is leading the army." Mountbatten turned around and gently stroked the young man's head: "If you are leading the army, this will indeed reduce your combat effectiveness, but for Hardy... this is a tactic."

"What tactics?"

"Harassment tactics."

The young man was still a little puzzled.

Mountbatten explained: "Hadi has strong combat power and can transform into a nightmare knight. He also has the famous Silver Wing Cavalry Regiment under his command, which has a very strong ability to attack. Therefore, to deal with him, a large number of troops must be stationed. But if a lot of troops are concentrated on one point, other places will inevitably be empty, which will not give other troops a chance." The young man put himself in the perspective of Inrodo, and then he subconsciously took a breath after thinking about it: "He is so cunning." "So... this is why we have to forget the hatred with France." Mountbatten said with emotion: "If we still cling to the hatred between the two countries for hundreds of years, it is estimated that when those black foxes grow from cubs to adults, we in Cardo will probably be in trouble." The young man muttered: "I think I can stop him in the future." "Yes, everything is possible in the future." Mountbatten laughed. The young man felt respected and said nothing more. But in fact, there was a layer of darkness in Mountbatten's eyes. He knew very well that the young man next to him, that is, his little nephew, had high aspirations but no great ability. Unstoppable.

Then he turned around: "Tell all the commanders to rest for a night, and we will set off tomorrow morning."

The visual field is set to the city of Karil in the Inrodo country.

In the study of the lord's mansion, a middle-aged fat man with dark skin looked at the map on the table with worry.

Under normal circumstances, the best defense is to occupy the city and forget it.

But there are too many enemies, tens of thousands of people.

There are only 4,000 elite soldiers in his city at most.

And the reinforcements... said to be coming, but he has no confidence when they will arrive.

After all, the promises of the Inrodo people are worthless.

Almost all the Inrodo people are like this.

Only half of the ten sentences are reliable.

When he was worried, the door was pushed open, and a boy with slightly white skin walked in, his clothes were a little messy.

"Father, I heard that the pagans in France are coming. Please let me lead the troops to fight them."

The young man came in and sat arrogantly on a couch that looked a bit like a sofa. He lay down with his legs crossed and said in a greasy tone.

The middle-aged fat man smelled a strange smell, sniffed it subconsciously, and then said unhappily: "You went to find the Yalong manservant again... I have told you many times not to touch those cheap things, or you will get a curse called Aimelin."

"No, I was very careful and used sheep intestines."

"That's dangerous too." The middle-aged son sighed: "Only the Chik people can remove that curse. We don't have a good relationship with them."

The young man said with a grin: "It's okay, father, I'm just playing around, and it won't last long."

The middle-aged man looked at his son's appearance, shook his head helplessly, and then he shouted to the outside: "Come here!"

"Master." Soon a man with very dark skin walked in.

"Go tell all the citizens that every household must send an adult man to help with the defense." The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "Of course, if you are willing to pay a silver coin, you can exempt one man from compulsory conscription."

The servant left.

The young man with pale skin jumped up from the bench: "Father, since you don't let me lead the elite soldiers, you should at least give me some of these recruited militiamen."

"What can you do with the militiamen."

The young man pointed at himself and smiled: "After all, I am also the favored of the gods, and I also have the ability. If you give me a thousand militiamen, I can give you at least six hundred years of fearless elite soldiers."

The middle-aged fat man thought for a while: "This will cause panic."

"Just don't let them know."

The middle-aged fat man thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, we have to be careful."

"Thank you, father." The young man jumped up happily and ran out.

March takes time.

When Hadi's army arrived at the border of Inrodo, three days had passed, and they happened to encounter a hurricane.

It is normal to have hurricanes here near the sea.

But Hadi always felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this hurricane.

His intuition told him that in the sky, in the black clouds that were moving fast because of the hurricane, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at him.

He stood on the observation deck and looked at the sky.

The army had been stationed, and the outer walls and tents were very solid.

This hurricane should not pose much threat to them.

Most importantly, the elf guards had deployed a wind-resistant barrier, further weakening the power of the hurricane.

And Youmi-Fanhua stood beside Hadi and whispered, "You need to rest, Hadi." (End of this chapter)