At this time, the southern part of Castle Sollenborg has become a scorched earth, where the rebels pass almost nothing, all the properties of the residents have been looted, and even the poor subsistence grains of the serfs have not been preserved. .

　　 For the rebels, they are lucky.

　　 Before, they faced off with the defenders in the city for a whole year, which made them consume a lot of food, and just after they broke through the fortress, it happened to be in time for the autumn harvest.

　　 All the food in the more than one hundred and fifty kilometers was collected by them as military rations for war.

　　 Although the weather is hot, these southern lords and soldiers have long been used to it, and even when they advanced here, they felt that it was much cooler than their own territory.

　　In the camp of Lord Lorans, the lords of the rebel army have gathered.

　　 They are discussing how to deal with the incoming royal army.

　　 "Sir Frank!"

　　Frant entered the tent, and some lords greeted her in a voice full of kindness.

　　 Before, she attacked Grand Duke Mabra at a critical moment to reverse the situation, and many lords had a good impression of her. Now he can't say a hundred responses, but he still has a lot of right to speak.

　　 At the same time, they admired this "second son" who chose to replace his father and brother to fight on the battlefield even though he "had leprosy".

　　Frant also lowered his voice and responded to everyone.

　　 Count Lorans sat in his seat and watched coldly, and he began to develop some sense of crisis.

　　Because his territory was the strongest and the strongest before, he had the most right to speak among the lords of the rebel army, and even a duke in the rebel army had to look at his face and act.

　　 However, since Frant's successful attack on Grand Duke Mabra, he obviously felt that his status was threatened, and the previous feeling of beating Fang Qiu was gone forever.

　　 Before, although the entire rebel team could not be said to be his own words, at least what he said was still very significant.

　　 And the rise of Flandt has seriously threatened his status.

　　 It seemed that someone was watching him, and Frank glanced at Count Lorance.

　　 Although the expression of Count Lorans quickly converged, Frank still saw it.

　　 "He is dissatisfied with me..." Under the helmet wrapper, Frank frowned slightly.

　　He is not a fool. From the look in the eyes of Count Lorens, he can naturally see where he has offended him.

"Ah……"

　　 "Everyone! The army formed by the Merland family has arrived at Castle Sollenborg! For our future freedom, we must defeat them! And eliminate the unjust rule of the Merland family!"

　　Earl Lorans, seeing that everyone had arrived, began to express his opinions.

　　 "So, this time I summon everyone here in the hope that I can come up with a way to deal with the enemy."

　　 "What can I think of? The group of Morlanders has been defeated more than once. I think they have that strength. It's not enough to go directly to the decisive battle. We have more than 30,000 people!"

A middle-aged man stood up. This was the Duke of Ans, the only lord who surrendered before a fight. In the end, the royal family raised his title from baron to baron because he showed other lords that it was good for him to take refuge in himself. Duke, and granted a large territory.

　　None of these rebel lords thought that such a royal dog would join the rebellion camp.

　　 But speaking of it, the Duke of Ans was looked down upon by other lords because of this behavior.

　　 Although these lords had surrendered to the Morand family at night, they were forced to do so. Only the Duke of Ans surrendered to the royal family voluntarily and was very active as a leader.

　　 But such a person joined the rebellion together when the royal family was weak, and bit the royal family. How could such a perfidious person be respected by others?

　　 And, even though he has the title of duke, the realm of laughter is almost the same as an ordinary earl, and even inferior.

　　 Therefore, he is now like a joker among the entire rebel army, and no one looks down on him.

　　 But even so, his remarks have also been approved by some lords, and the momentum along the way has made them self-confident.

　　 "Yes, I think only one decisive battle with the enemy is enough!"

　　 "The Morand family is already decayed, and now is a good opportunity for us to overthrow them!"

　　 "Damn the Moland family will be defeated!"

　　 "Haha, I only need one charge to defeat those people!"

　　 Duke Anles’ words directly aroused the discussion of the rebel lords, and Earl Lorans couldn’t help but his face became ugly.

　　 He turned his gaze to Frank, who had never expressed his opinion, and said, "What do you think, Sir Frank? How should we deal with the arrival of the enemy?"

　　 Sir Frank did not answer at the first time. The helmet on her head became the best mask. No one could probe her heart through her facial expressions.

After a while, Frank said: "I think we really have nothing to do. The only way to get to this point is to fight head-on with the enemy, but it is worth noting that we must strengthen our guard and stay away from the enemy's castle as much as possible, especially It is our granary, and we must do a good job of defense!"

　　Sir Frank stood up from his chair and walked back and forth on the ground, scanning every lord through the helmet's peephole.

　　 "As we all know, in addition to us, the lords in the west have also played the pursuit of freedom, and the banner of rebelling against Meurland's accelerated tyranny is responding to us. It is the enemy, not us, who cannot sustain it first!"

　　 "So ~lightnovelpub.net~ As long as we can hold on and confront the enemy here, sooner or later they will not be able to bear it!"

　　Sir Frank's voice is not loud, but not a word is so shocking.

　　 Everyone is digesting what Sir Frank said, but the enemies in our mouth are also discussing at this time.

　　Rainer sat on a round table above one of the main seats. Besides him, there were nine other earls. As for the other barons, they listened to the other seats.

"We must defeat them! I want these damned rebels to fall into **** forever!" An earl hammered the table fiercely, his face was full of hideous, and his golden hair was slightly messy, and he looked right. The rebels hated it to the extreme.

　　He is the son of Grand Duke Mabra, and he inherited his title because of extinction and no one inherited the title, and the title of Duke has not had time to be canonized to him.

　　 "Yes! We want revenge for the Grand Duke Mabra and Earl Weasley, as well as all those who died in the fight against this gang of rebels!"

　　 "Let's go to war! Make an appointment with them! Defeat them dignifiedly!"

　　 Rainer:? ? ?

　　 "Is this the spirit of the nobility? When this is the point, you still come to make an appointment?" Rainer's eyes widened and his face was incredulous. ...

　　

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