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In the Emerald Palace, changes on the front line have been reported for several days, but Caesar III still has not found a way to deal with it.

The battlefield is in the Orc Empire, and the kingdom has lost its geographical advantage. It is almost impossible to withdraw the army intact under the eyes of the orcs.

The allies can't count on it, and the Warhammer Kingdom is completely ruined. It won't be able to recover in just a few decades.

The Principality of Moxi also suffered heavy losses. Before joining the reinforcements from the Human Alliance, they can't be expected to play much role.

Organizing reinforcements, it is estimated that the battle will be over before the team can be assembled. Now in the Alpha Kingdom, there is no way to assemble hundreds of thousands of elites to respond in a short period of time.

"Ministry of Military Affairs, how are you going to deal with the current complex situation?"

A matter of concern to Caesar III.

If you can't solve it yourself, leave the trouble to the professionals. Compared to him, a king with two swords, the bureaucrats in the Ministry of Military Affairs have all come down from the battlefield.

"Your Majesty, we are not suitable to do too much in the current complicated situation. We can only hope that the frontline troops will actively respond.

The war has been going on so far, and not only the kingdom has suffered heavy losses, but the orcs are also feeling uncomfortable.

Even if a war breaks out, we may not lose. Even if you can't win a big victory, you can still inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

Marshal Campbell has rich combat experience and is on the front line. He understands the situation much more deeply than we do. I believe he will be able to handle it properly. "

Archduke Efiero, Minister of Military Affairs, said bravely.

This is to encourage myself. The real situation on the front line cannot be explained clearly by just a few words sent back by the Griffin Cavalry every day.

There were too many variables on the battlefield. For safety reasons, the Griffin Cavalry did not dare to send back the detailed military deployment of the front line.

If the enemy intercepts the information halfway, it will be a disaster.

Experience tells Archduke Efiero that without knowing the specific situation on the front line, it is best not to intervene indiscriminately.

After glaring at the Minister of Military Affairs, Caesar III finally swallowed the curse words. Things have happened, and they cannot be solved by a few angry words.

They were all fooled by those old immortals. How exciting it was for the army to charge all the way in the early stage, but how difficult it is to return now.

Pure force majeure cannot be solved by the Ministry of Military Affairs.

“Your Majesty, the alliance’s reinforcements have entered the Principality of Moxi and are expected to join forces with the Moxi army in seven days.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs has already urged it. If everything goes well, the army will be able to reach the front line in about a month. "

Count Francis, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, said slowly.

Changing the topic is a great way to alleviate the embarrassment on the court. However, the problem still needs to be solved.

After thinking about it again and again, Caesar III embarrassingly discovered that not causing trouble would be the greatest help to the front line.

"Marshal Campbell is in charge of the frontline battle situation, I can rest assured!

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs will continue to follow up on the reinforcements.

After the order was passed, the expeditionary force was renamed the Southeastern Front, allowing Earl Hudson to exterminate the chaos as quickly as possible and lead the army northward. "

Caesar III said with a slightly solemn expression.

Obviously, the words of relief are not consistent with the true thoughts in the heart. If I hadn't been unsure, I wouldn't have rushed to send Hudson north.

In case of changes on the front line, the Southeast Front Army is the basis for reorganizing the defense line.

As a qualified king, preparing a few more back-ups is a routine operation.

"Your Majesty, there are still a large number of prisoners of war in the hands of the southeastern front army. How do you think they should be arranged?"

The Prime Minister, the Grand Duke of Newfoundland, asked tentatively.

For this group of strong laborers, there was almost a fight within the kingdom. If the unexpected changes on the front line hadn't attracted everyone's attention, the partition operation might have already begun.

As the head coach, Hudson had certain decision-making power over the distribution of prisoners of war, but that could only be done secretly. The boss on the surface was still Caesar III.

Private granting is not a big problem, but the premise is that there is a certain degree. While secretly carving it up, you must also leave enough distribution shares for the boss.

"These prisoners of war are different. Most of them were forced by the orcs to join the rebel army. Only the culprits will be considered, and those who coerce will be given a lighter sentence.

A prisoner-of-war resettlement team was dispatched to first take over the prisoners from the Southeast Front for disposal after the war.

Considering that the kingdom suffered heavy losses this time and many places were short of labor, it would be better to distribute them as spoils of war to meritorious ministers after the war. "

Caesar III said with some melancholy.

Dividing the cake is often the most complicated process, and it is even more difficult than making the cake. Who gets more and who gets less needs to be considered in all aspects.

The most important thing is that the royal family is also short of people!

Among the recovered territories in Northern Xinjiang, the royal family occupied a large proportion. Without millions of people to populate the country, it would be impossible to resume production.

Although many prisoners of war have been captured, they are still not at the same level as the demand.

However, the boss cannot live alone, and the limited "prisoner of war" labor force has to be shared with the nobles of the kingdom.

…

In the Orc Empire, Marshal Campbell is slowly advancing with his army. The already bad road ahead became even worse due to the destruction of the orcs.

The time spent on road construction every day was three times the time spent on marching. Even if we arrange for manpower to work overnight, it still cannot change the fact that the army is advancing at a rapid pace.

Without a sufficient number of strong men to clear the way ahead, the Kingdom's Northern Expeditionary Army was just an ordinary elite force that also needed to work hard to overcome various difficulties encountered along the way.

"Enemy attack!"

Hearing the shouts from the camp, Marshal Campbell didn't react at all.

A similar scene happens several times every day. The more you see it, the better your immunity will be.

There was no surprise, it was another attack with "big thunder and light rain".

Dozens of orcs lurking on both sides used simple tools to set traps and launched a sneak attack on the army.

The kind that just leaves after the fight without taking away a single cloud. However, the experienced Bei Zhengjun was not a soft persimmon and immediately launched a counterattack.

Except for a few lucky orcs who were still on the run, the rest were sent to meet the beast god.

"Stop the pursuit!"

With the officer's order, the attack came to an end.

There is no point in pursuing responsibility. It is too easy for a team of dozens of people to hide.

The army was still in a hurry and had no time to spend with them here.

"Marshal, seventeen of our troops were killed and thirty-six wounded.

The wounded have been treated by priests, and it is estimated that it will take several days of training before they can recover. "

After listening to the middle-aged officer's words, Marshal Campbell nodded slightly and said: "Follow the old rules and don't delay the advance of the army."

The sad look on his brows had revealed the panic in his heart. According to the current marching speed, it is almost inevitable that the returning orc army will block the road.

If it were a different battlefield, Marshal Campbell wouldn't mind setting up a battle array and having a good fight with the orcs, but this was the orc empire.

In the previous battles, they swept through countless orc tribes and killed millions of orcs.

Once this kind of blood feud is blocked by the enemy, it will inevitably attract countless orcs to participate.

It can be said that the longer it takes, the more detrimental it will be to the Northern Expeditionary Army. If you reveal any flaws, you will suffer heavy losses.

Unfortunately, it is useless to be anxious. The "Uncle Knights" are willful and will give up their choices as soon as they are told, without giving them any face.

Without that "overwhelming" group of magicians, the roads that were destroyed along the way became the biggest obstacle to the army's return.

In contrast, Marshal Campbell paid little attention to the small attacks by orcs along the way.

Adhering to the principle of letting the enemy do whatever they want without dividing their troops, the Northern Expeditionary Army has always been advancing as a unit.

The advantage is very obvious, and it will not leave any opportunity for the enemy to take advantage of; the disadvantage is also very obvious, that is, the army will advance more slowly.

Mainly because the city of the Orc Empire is too unsightly. Along the way, no strong city was found that was large enough to accommodate the Northern Expeditionary Army. Otherwise, Marshal Campbell would definitely lead his team in and act as a "nail house", waiting for the reinforcements from the Human Alliance to arrive.

While walking and walking along the way, Marshal Campbell was constantly observing the four directions, looking for terrain that was conducive to the army's persistence.

"Marshal, the Griffin Scouts just sent word that the orc army that withdrew from the Warhammer Kingdom has now appeared one hundred and fifty miles away."

…

Looking at the wild geese flying north in the sky, Hudson once again stepped into his hometown, touched the elf bow in his hand, and finally gave up the idea of ​​hunting.

Winter is passing and spring is coming. In this season when all things are flourishing, it is really not suitable to kill animals.

Returning to the southeastern province this time was a complete act of pretending to serve the public good for private gain. Although there are also rioters here, the pitiful number is not enough for the local nobles to stay behind to deal with it.

"Tom prepare the car, I'm going to visit the Hollisle family!"

Hudson said expressionlessly.

When I arrived in Qiaomu County, I couldn't justify not visiting my father-in-law's house.

As for the mountainous area, it is really inconvenient to go back. There is a limit to how people can act for personal benefit, and Hudson, whose foundation is not stable, has to consider rumors.

A few rumors may seem inconspicuous, but they can do bad things at critical moments.

"Count, the king's envoy, Count Laurent, is here."

The guard's words directly shattered Hudson's idea of ​​going out. I still have to give face to my boss, and envoys have been sent out, so I must meet him.

I don’t know if he is poisonous, but every time the king’s envoy came over, it seemed that there were no good results.

The first one was the worst, being accidentally killed by the Holy See on his way back; the second Count Jose did not die, but he was blamed for the failure of the Battle of Dacias; it depends on whether the third Count Laurent can escape This is a disaster.

Hudson sincerely hoped that nothing would happen to this man, otherwise the name of the king's envoy and nemesis would easily be attached to him.

Who told him to "outperform others" now? A lot of people are holding magnifying glasses, looking for his flaws?

"Please come here, Count Lauren."