My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

Coupled with the Duke of Naples, who had sworn allegiance to him, Alsace instantly gained the support of four of the six great dukes, and it could be said that he was sure of victory in the battle for the throne.

Chapter 6: The time has come (6K)

After that, Orson told Alsace about the military intelligence on the front line, and also told Alsace without reservation the various problems currently facing the front line.

Alsace looked at the map and nodded, already having his own judgment about the shape of the battlefield.

However, when Alsace reaches the front line, there is another issue that needs to be discussed.

That is the issue of command authority of the frontline troops.

Before the arrival of Alsace, the command of the frontline army was given to Orson. That didn't matter. After all, Orson was appointed by Lucius.

But things are different now.

As a prince, Alsace had already been trained in the army for a period of time. Even if Lucius was on the front line, he had to consider whether he should give way to Alsace and let Alsace be the commander of the front line.

As if considering that Orson would have this concern, Alsace smiled, and then said: "Master Orson, don't worry, I am here to help you as an ally, and everything is up to you. command arrangements.”

"With His Highness the Prince's words, I feel relieved." After hearing this, Orson expressed his gratitude to Alsace.

"By the way, Mr. Orson, can you tell me what is on that table?" Alsace said, pointing to the sand tray on the other table.

"Ah, that's the sand table." Orson said.

"Sand table?"

"Yes." Orson nodded, and then explained: "The so-called sand table is to use the sand to mark out the main terrain around the battlefield. When the commander is making decisions, he can use the sand table to have an overview of the terrain on the front line. At that time, it will be of great help to the battle situation on the front line.”

"That's it..." Arthas heard this and walked to the sand table.

With the cooperation of the magician and the hunters around the battlefield, this sand table was made in great detail, with basically every mountain and dangerous terrain marked out.

Although it can only have an auxiliary effect on the commander's decision-making, there is no doubt that with this assistance, the commander's decision-making will be more accurate and there will be more plans to make.

Looking at the sand table, Arthas silently memorized it, preparing to widely apply this technology in the Imperial Army.

"By the way, Mr. Osun..." Alsace suddenly had an idea when he saw the sand table.

"Your Highness, please tell me."

"I'm wondering if we can create a fairly large-scale sandbox by using magicians to fly high in the sky and record the terrain of all parts of the empire?"

"...Your Highness, your ideas are quite advanced." As he said this, he was shocked in his heart.

So it is true that people in this world are not necessarily stupider than Orson who has more knowledge. As long as Orson can put forward a useful point of view, they can use this point of view to draw inferences and make more favorable changes.

According to Alsace's idea, the empire is vast and the terrain in each place is different. Through the eyes of the magician, he can create a "microscopic" empire and reduce the entire empire to a sand table. By then, if the empire Wherever there is a war, the commander in the center does not even need to go to the front line in person, he can use the sand table and

Topographic maps make a series of plans.

Of course, in order to accurately reflect the terrain of each region, the scale of this sandbox will certainly not be small.

The time it takes will naturally take a long time.

It takes a lot of time to let the magician fly into the sky and use the video magic stone to record the surrounding terrain. It also takes a lot of time to hire craftsmen to proportionally transform the ground onto the sand table.

"Let's wait until the war is over to discuss this matter. The cost is indeed a bit high." Arthas said, ending the topic.

Then, he turned to look at Orson.

"Master Osun, the problem on the front line is more serious now, right? Although the mountains and forests are indeed relatively large, if the orcs really burn down the mountains and forests, so much land in the east will be ruined, right?"

"Although the loss may not be big for other people, Mr. Osun, Antika is your territory after all. This mountain forest is so large that many people depend on it for survival. If it is like this in the raging fire Burned to the ground and wanted to rebuild..."

"Your Highness, you don't have to worry about this." Orson shook his head.

Orson had already made preparations for sheltering the victims of the disaster.

In fact, after Chelinina's great success in expanding the city of Antica, other cities in the Duchy of Antica also approached Chelinina and asked her to help them expand their cities as well.

This batch of expanded cities is suitable for hosting refugees from the east, and can even use these refugees from the east to drive the development of the western region of Antica.

In Orson's view, the overall development of the Antica region is imperfect. If this wave of immigrants can be made good use of to bring the development level of the west to the advanced level of the empire, it will also be a great benefit to the entire Duchy of Antica. Beneficial and harmless.

As for the problem of the mountains and forests being burned out and the land being desolate...

…

Three days later, the fire still did not stop.

The orcs followed the spreading fire and slowly moved forward.

During this period, the human mercenary guerrillas' harassment of the orcs was significantly reduced, because the shelter they relied on for survival, the forest, had been burned down by the orcs.

After losing the cover of the forest, many human mercenaries had no choice but to fight the orcs to death, while others hid in the rear and did not dare to move out.

In these days, the loss of human mercenaries exceeded 5,000 people, and the loss of the orcs was almost the same.

This was acceptable to both sides, because the strength of the mercenaries was also stronger than the general regular army of humans.

The orcs were quite satisfied with this wise decision.

Although the pace of advancement was slightly delayed, the losses were also greatly reduced.

Because they followed the fire all the way, the orcs even gave themselves the nickname "Burning Legion".

The orcs respectfully call the joint chieftain Baru "the Lord of Burning"

"Chief Baru, I toast you a glass!" In the central army tent of the main force of the orcs, a tall orc was holding a barrel of wine seized from humans, raised the barrel to greet Baru, and then put the barrel to his mouth and drank tons of wine.

"Thanks to you, Chief Baru." Another orc tore the steak in his mouth, then swallowed it, and said vaguely: "If it weren't for you, we would have lost many soldiers in this mountain forest in this attack."

"Haha, no, no." Baru was also a little drunk at this moment, and he raised his glass to toast. "I just did some minor work. The real heroes of the orcs are those who shed their blood for the orcs on the front line."

"Speaking of which, have you found a pattern?" After three rounds of drinking, an orc leader spoke.

"What's the pattern?"

"We captured a lot of prisoners before. The men were okay, but the women kept saying 'Gu, kill me'." The orc touched his head. "Compared to that, I still prefer those straightforward men. After all, they really beg for mercy when they are captured."

"So what did you do with the female prisoners in the end?"

"Kill them. Do you really keep them and let them eat food? Get rid of them. They are so ugly, with thin arms and legs. Who would like that kind of thing?"

"Keep them as soldiers. The soldiers below feel sick when they see them."

"Really..." The others nodded after hearing this.

At this time, the sound of raindrops falling on the tent came.

At first, everyone didn't know what happened. Only Baru, who was drinking on the side, suddenly woke up.

He hurriedly stood up and ran outside the military tent.

The big raindrops hit his head, and then, in an instant, the wind blew violently and the rain poured down.

The orcs were used to living in the desert. They usually relied on oases and wells for water. There were only a few days of rain in the desert in a year, and it often rained at night. At this moment, facing this torrential rain, no one had ever seen such a scene.

Most of the orcs were still immersed in the joy of rain. After all, for the orcs, rain was definitely a happy event, but Baru angrily threw the wine glass in his hand to the ground.

He looked at the mountains and forests in the distance.

At this moment, although the mountains and forests were still burning, the fire had gradually weakened, and even only smoke could be seen.

Human power was ultimately no match for nature. In this heavy rain, the wildfires would be extinguished in less than a day.

Baru gritted his teeth and looked at the wildfires in the distance. I don’t know what he was thinking in his mind.

At this time, the other commanders came out of the tent belatedly. Looking at such a heavy rain, and thinking of the arson they had just talked about, their faces became ugly.

The fierce battle is coming again.

However, compared with the delay and fierce battle after the fire stopped, various other problems will follow.

"Chief, Chief!" At this time, the orc in charge of the granary ran to Baru.

"The granary we built temporarily was destroyed because of the strong wind and the sudden rain. The food inside was seriously damp. Although we have tried our best to rescue it, we can only save one-tenth of it in the end..."

"What!?" Hearing this, not only Baru, but everyone present could not suppress their emotions. Some of them simply rushed directly to their own army's station to see how damaged their army was.

...

In Phoenix City, Orson finished handling today's military affairs and walked out of the room.

Looking at the gray sky and feeling the cold wind with humid air blowing towards him, Orson felt very comfortable.

"Lite, do you remember what I told you before that war requires time, place and people." Orson said to Litt who was following behind him. "Do you know?"

"In other parts of the empire, the climate in autumn and winter is always relatively dry, but in the eastern part of the Dukedom of Antica, that is, the area from our Phoenix City to the front line."

There are many mountains and forests here. In autumn and winter, the weather that should be dry and cold is actually wet and cold.

"Especially from autumn to winter, during the period of season change, there will be a long rainy season."

"If it is in normal times, it is nothing, but according to local records, every thirty years, the rainfall in the rainy season here will become more than in normal years."

"And this year happens to be the year of the thirty-year cycle."

"Lite, it's going to rain."

Lite was shocked when he heard Orson's words.

"Orson, have you thought of this?"

"Of course." Orson nodded. "As a commander, knowing the land we are standing on is a necessary quality and the key to defeating the enemy."

"I'm afraid this rain is not small. The orcs always attack in spring and summer in previous years. Why did they choose autumn and winter this year?" Orson half asked Lit, and half asked himself.

"Orson, what should we do next..."

"Next..." Orson heard the words, thought about it, and then said: "Of course, when there are conflicts among the orcs and they are ready to withdraw their troops, we will catch up and recover the land."

...

On the other side, the Duke of Napoli.

"Have you found out about the so-called Lison Chamber of Commerce's investment in Napoli?" In the Duke's mansion, Giovanni looked at the financial official sitting opposite him and asked in a deep voice.

"Your Excellency the Duke, these are the workshops with capital background of the Lison Chamber of Commerce that we have found in the past few months. What are you going to do next?"

"Freeze all the funds of these workshops, seal them up, and take them back to the Duke's Mansion for operation." Giovanni said this, and made a decision with a wave of his hand.

"I understand." The subordinate nodded.

"In addition, impose a large amount of import tariffs on all the clothing and textiles shipped from the Duke of Aragon, and give tax incentives to family textile workshops in the territory to stimulate the economy in the territory."

"Okay." The subordinate heard this and recorded it.

"Okay, you go down and do what I told you to do. As long as you do it well, you will be promoted and get a raise."

"Yes!" The subordinate stood up, bowed respectfully to Giovanni, and then left the Duke's Mansion.

"Your Excellency the Duke, your guests have arrived." At this time, a young maid came to Giovanni and bowed to him.

"Okay, I'll go now." Giovanni said, stood up and walked to his study.

Then, standing at the door of the study, Giovanni quickly adjusted his expression. Giovanni, who was full of majesty in front of his subordinates just now, instantly became an amiable neighbor elder.

Then he pushed the door open and walked into the room.

In the room, a handsome young man with short red hair was already sitting in the guest's seat. He was the second brother of Chelinina, the second son of the Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce, and Lawrence Bonaventura, who was in charge of the affairs of the Aragon branch.

"Nephew Lawrence, long time no see." Giovanni said, hugged Lawrence gently, and then separated.

"It's been a long time since we last met, and you have become a lot more handsome." He smiled and praised. "It's a pity that I only have one son, Donnie. If I had a daughter, I would definitely let you be my son-in-law."

"Haha, Uncle Giovanni is joking." Lawrence said this and smiled back.

Then, Giovanni sat on the chair and stared at Lawrence for a long time.

"Giovanni, uncle, what are you looking at? Is there something wrong with my dress today..."

"No." Giovanni shook his head. "I just think that compared with Mark, you are more like your grandfather."

As Giovanni said this, Lawrence felt his heart suddenly stop beating.

"Uncle Giovanni, what do you mean?"

"Ah, I don't mean anything else, just treat what I just said as a joke." Giovanni said this and waved his hand. "But I really think that sometimes, a person's origin is very important."

"Just like you are the son of President Louis, it is destined that your life is better than most civilians, and you don't have to worry about food and clothing, and you don't have to worry about food, clothing and expenses."