Facing Flint's roar, the goblin Yinguang didn't care, just fell comfortably on his own throne, and he was trapped in the soft and comfortable chair produced by Flying Eagle Furniture Company.

Although those stubby legs can't reach the ground and have a little impossibility, he swayed back and forth easily like a child, showing a very contented look.

He looked up at the furious Flint with a smile on his lips.

He carefully understood: Throwing Flint down this morning would definitely annoy him.

Although he clearly knew in his heart that the man in front of him was a dark mage, and he could kill his most precious life by just raising his hand, Yin Guang was not afraid at all.

The goblins all graduated with advanced graduate degrees from Snobbish University. From a young age, I know who can offend and who can't.

Not to mention that Yinguang is the old fritters among them.

He knew very well: If it were in Alderheim, Silverlight would not choose to anger these moody dark wizards. but now……

The situation is absolutely different now, and Flint, no matter how furious, doesn't dare to do anything with him.

Yinguang spread his arms and smiled like an insurance salesman, and said, "Relax, dear Mr. Flint, all this is a job requirement.

You see, we are already here.

We are already at the northern intelligence headquarters of the Ruman Empire.

We succeeded.

And it's so simple and easy, it's like dreaming.

Are you still not satisfied that we have achieved such results in just a few days?

As far as I know, for a thousand years, the Dark Council has never been able to achieve such great results as you. "

Flint frowned, then stood up and looked around the goblin's office.

Oak tables and chairs, maple file cabinets, red and blue carpets, crystal chandeliers. Large oil paintings hung on the wall, and a door led to the suite inside.

If nothing else, there should be a very big bed in the suite, and there will be another secret door next to it, which leads to the secretary room.

The layout here is no worse than any city lord of the Semitic, or even worse.

Not to mention, there is the beautiful female secretary outside the door with a fiery figure and protruding back.

Flint woke up suddenly at this moment. The ugly goblin in front of him has indeed become a big man. Although this dog is indeed nothing, but I can no longer look at this goblin with my old eyes.

Flint looked straight at the goblin, a strange feeling filled his heart. An ugly and humble goblin, in the human Ruman, as well as in the dark mage, has become highly valued and become an indispensable important and key person.

"Is it luck or the goblin's strength?" Flint was secretly puzzled, but it was undeniable. Once successful, this humble embryo relies on his achievements. It is really possible to be made a noble by the high priest.

The thought that he might have to be called the Lord Goblin in the future, Flint couldn't tell the sickness and nausea, but on the surface, his tone was much relieved.

He smiled reluctantly, like a reminder, more like a chat, and said softly: "Silver, don't forget. I made you, and I can easily destroy you."

Yin Guang didn't put the threat to appreciation, and chuckled. He did not speak, but pressed the five stubby fingers of his right hand on the file bag in front of him.

While staring at Flint’s face, he slowly pushed the file bag in front of him, and then fell on the back of the chair, folded his hands on his belly, put his two thumbs together, and looked at him with a smile. Lint.

Flint was puzzled. What does this mean? Take a torn file bag so showy, like Xianbao, what do you want to do?

Do you think I've never gotten into the rough embryo of the mechanism?

Holding the broken documents in hand, as the dark council's pardon, scaring those illiterate dead people, the uncle used to do it often...

He glanced down while thinking.

The bright red and eye-catching "Top Secret" words on the document bag were like a sharp sword, stinging Flint's eyes.

He raised his head in astonishment and glanced at the goblin.

Yin Guang nodded with a smile.

At this time, Flint didn't care about the irony hidden in the goblin's smile, he couldn't wait to tear open the file bag and grabbed the files inside.

Sure enough, the head of the homepage read "Summer Offensive" in a row, and the following was signed as the Staff Office of the Ministry of Military Affairs.

Excited, Flint stood in front of the table and quickly scanned the plan for the entire summer offensive.

This combat plan was formulated in a very detailed and thorough manner, even specific to the designation of each corps, and their planned marching route and date during the war.

The last page was signed with the sentence "Approve, and do as it is."

The signature of Prime Minister Russell's swash is signed below.

At the bottom of the page, Lasse also wrote a sentence instructing Baron Gore to closely cooperate with the offensive operations of the regular army and actively provide assistance.

The entire marching route, divided into five parts, Ruman's army basically maintained a parallel position. It seems like it was planned before, and it must be pushed to Beiping in a line,'multiple routes, separate attacks, and shape iron buckets' , Thoroughly washed the mountainous area where the barbarians were active.

If only in accordance with the plan, this operation can indeed be regarded as foolproof.

It is impossible for the scattered barbarians to stop the regular army of the Ruman Empire. In the past, the barbarians relied on the rugged mountains and steep roads and kept running to fight the emperor.

The other is to build barriers on the high mountains and cliffs to hold on. The fortresses on the cliffs are so dangerous that a team can block a legion.

The other tribes united and ran to the emperor’s rear, robbing the food-cut road, constantly harassing, and finally exhausted the emperor’s ammunition and food, and retreating helplessly, and then they took advantage of the fire to rob and kill from behind.

Although this tactic is simple, it is extremely effective. They have been using this method to deal with the emperor. And he has repeatedly made extraordinary achievements.

The imperial crusaders that fought last time lost their helmets and unarmed, and fled watching the wind. The forced empire had no way, and almost pushed out the eldest princess Catherine and married her former feud to solve the crisis.

But things are very different now.

Each legion of the empire was equipped with artillery, and the once indestructible barrier was only smashed in front of the artillery.

And the all-steel carriage transformed by the Flying Eagle Company. Not only is it strong and defensive, but its carrying capacity is also greatly increased. It can also be equipped with soldiers with gesture crossbows.

In addition, in accordance with Luo Jue's bad idea, each patrol team is also equipped with a large number of sensitive dogs as patrol sentries.

Barbarians never take a bath and have a very strong body odor. Even if they hide three miles away, they will smell it out.

Not to mention. There are also several war fortresses on standby in the rear, ready to support the front lines and cope with emergencies.

Although they prepared quite well, the imaginary enemy they designed only refers to the barbarians. I didn't know that on the balance of this war, the heavy weight of the Dark Mage was added.

For the dark wizards hiding in the dark, the situation that Ruman's Legion will encounter will never be the same as planned.

"Good~!" Flint couldn't help but exclaimed in excitement: "Very good~!"

With this detailed war plan for each legion, his mission was successfully completed. The other five dark wizards who came with him didn't even have a chance.

Flint could already see the high priest's commendation and higher status beckoning him, Flint, who was immersed in his own dreams, caught a glimpse of the goblin silvery mouth with a meaningful smile. Blinked and looked at himself.

Flint instantly felt as if he was seen through his ambitions by the goblin, and he suddenly stagnated. I couldn't laugh anymore, and suddenly remembered that I could get this detailed war plan, and I must thank the goblin on the other side.

Flint put the file down, restored his sullen expression, and said, "You did a good job, but remember, it was the two of us who risked our lives to get it. It doesn't matter what Cyberthian and the others are."

Yin Guang shrugged and said, "Of course, the benefits are always better with fewer people. Every goblin understands this truth."

Flint and the goblin looked at each other, and the two of them smirked like two foxes. Flint shook the summer offensive plan in his hands and said: "As long as this plan is in place, we have several ways to eliminate Ru. The Man Army."

The goblin Yinguang scratched his head with a confused expression, and said: "But what do we use to destroy the Ruman Legion? Where is our army?"

Flint smiled mysteriously when he heard the words, and said: "Our army? Although you have already seen them. But I promise you will be surprised when you see them again."

"I've seen it?" Yin Guang was puzzled and asked secretly: Do you rely on those dozens of dark wizards?

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The headquarters of the northern theater of the Ruman Empire, located in Trento, is a fortified city near the northern border.

When Trento was founded three hundred years ago, it was the front line between the Ruman Empire and the barbarians, and it was built as a military fortress.

After this time, because Trento kept the main roads and the terrain was difficult, it has always been the center of war in the northern part of the Ruman Empire. The generals of the army used to build their base camp here, rather than the capital of a province not far away.

There are no civil servants chirping in their ears and they are much cleaner.

The command of the Marquess Marleyton, the commander of the Northern Theater, is also located in this small city.

The commander of the theater is not a permanent post. It is usually assumed temporarily by high-prestige generals. After the mission is over, it is naturally cancelled, so of course to prevent them from supporting themselves.

In the small city of Trento, the soldiers coming in and out of the city are naturally military soldiers, so when the Yiliang carriage is mixed in the cart carrying grain and grass, it is naturally very eye-catching when it enters the city gate.

As a military town, Trento is very tightly guarded. It is not a local army like the city defense army, but a regular Ruman army.

Several soldiers quickly stopped the carriage entering the city. Juan, the squadron leader as the city gate officer, knocked on the door and said unceremoniously: "Get out of the car and check and take out your ID."

"Wait," said a voice from inside the carriage, "Xiaobai, where did you put it? Didn't you accidentally eat it?"

Then came a muffled sound of animals from inside.

Captain Juan froze for a moment, because he didn't speak like an adult.

"Here, I found it, Xiao Bai, it's all your saliva."

Then the animal grunted aggrievedly in protest.

Then the car window opened a seam, and a folded piece of paper protruded from the inside.

Captain Juan frowned displeased, and increased his voice: "I said. Get out of the car and check."

A clear and childish voice came from inside the carriage, saying: "You'd better take a look first."

Captain Juan froze for a moment. He didn't expect the minors in the car to have such a big tone. After thinking about it for a moment, he finally decided to obediently accept the note handed out from the car window.

There are a lot of high-ranking officials coming in and out of Trento, and there are always a few uncles he can't afford to offend. It's best to be polite at this time.

"Don't let me discover that you are pretending big-tailed wolves, otherwise this uncle makes you look good." Captain Juan cursed inwardly. Then he opened the crumpled strip of paper soaked in an unknown liquid.

From the status quo of preservation, it can be seen that the owner of this paper does not pay much attention to it.

Captain Juan curled his lips and said in his heart: What can this be a good thing.

Then a badge on the note caught his eye. Although he had seen this eagle-shaped pattern spreading its wings countless times, it was all on the official documents received by the headquarters or posted announcements.

Announcements always use this badge to represent the authority and unquestionable content, because this logo is the national emblem of the Ruman Empire.

It was the first time Captain Juan saw this sign appear on a small piece of paper.

There is a sentence written on it in slightly scribbled handwriting, "All the actions of the person who holds this order, local personnel at all levels must cooperate without any resistance."

Captain Juan certainly understood the weight of this sentence. This is equivalent to an emperor sitting in the carriage in front of him, and opening his mouth is the golden words that everyone must obey. Including his supreme boss, the Marquis of Marleyton.

Captain Juan was suspicious in his heart, and secretly said: How could there be such a thing? That old brain in Ruman City burned?

Looking at the signature below, Captain Juan was completely stunned. It was written "Russell" in a beautiful flower system, and there was a seal from the Prime Minister next to it.

"Either this is fake, there are two brave liars inside," Captain Juan thought to himself: "Either the old guy Russell's brain is burnt. There is a big man sitting inside."

The person in the car waited impatiently and said, "Hey, kid. Have you seen enough?"

Captain Juan suddenly woke up and realized that no matter what the situation was, it was not for his little officer to be the master, so he respectfully returned the note and said: "Okay, you can proceed, German , York~!"

Captain Juan called the names of two of his men and ordered: "Bring your people and **** this car into the city."

As he spoke, he winked. Tell the two men that this mission is not just an escort.

"Yes~!" The two team leaders next to them were also veterans, and they immediately understood. Then he promised loudly with great boldness.

The carriage started again, and more than a dozen soldiers were accompanied on both sides of the carriage.

Leo in the carriage flattened his mouth, rubbed his hard **** because of the long time, and said dissatisfiedly: "Boss, why bother, how quickly can you go directly to the war fortress?"

Lorraine glanced at Leo with an angry look. This little ruffian was always dusty in the sky, and the dust was comfortable. After only a few days of not making a carriage, he began to complain, although he had been sitting in a carriage for most of the day. The bumps on the national road of this era are indeed very difficult.

"It's not because of the need for confidentiality. The enemy will not be able to find any abnormality at the critical moment, otherwise our goblin intelligence officer will be in vain." Lorraine shrugged and said: "Maybe we have to take a life."

Leo dangled his round head and said: "It's really complicated. It's better to go to the war fortress together with our agents and flatten the Oldham who is hiding in the horns."

Lorraine shook his head and said solemnly with his expression: "Don't underestimate the Dark Mage. They can control the Semitic for two thousand years, regardless of strength or accumulation.

Oldheim is young, but we still don't know the plan of the dark wizards. What will they rely on to attack our north? when will you arrive? How many troops are there?

Leo sighed helplessly and said: "In short, this is a loss-making business."

Lorraine shrugged and said: "It's easy to flatten an Oldheim, but maybe another Baodheim will pop out from behind in a few days, Stewardheim.

If their roots are not completely cut off, our hundreds of thousands of troops will have to be nailed to the northern border, always guarding them. "

Leo dragged his chin, twisted his eyebrows and thought: "Boss, what do you think the Dark Mage will do?"

"Who knows?" Lorraine grinned, and said: "The Dark Mage has weird methods. Just a Lich destroys a Port of Eding. Who knows what they will take out of their pockets."

The headquarters of the Northern Theater Command is a majestic fortress with a history of 300 years.

The commander-in-chief's office is on the third floor of the fort, occupying an entire floor area. This is the chassis of the Marquis of Marleyton.

The Marleyton family is a military family, counting from the Marquis of Marleyton, more than a dozen generations are generals of the Ruman Empire, and once served as a military undersecretary.

Now in the hands of the Marquis of Marleyton, he has once again carried forward, sitting on the throne of the marshal.

At the moment, the Marquis of Marleyton, who is sitting at the table listening to the report of the staff, is an old soldier over half a hundred years old and a typical aristocratic general. He has inherited the traditions of the Marleyton family, serious, rigid, and strong. , The law of life is monotonous.

The gray hair was combed back meticulously, the buttons of the military uniform were neatly buttoned, the beautiful general uniform was spotless, and the riding boots were especially polished.

Opposite him, a few small staff members reported to him in a straightforward but frightened manner~lightnovelpub.net~ for fear that something went wrong, which drew a stormy scolding from the Marquis of Marleyton.

At this time, an officer held the crumpled note in his hand, slammed open the door and hurried in.

The Marquis of Marleyton frowned unhappily. He was very disgusted with the panic of his men, which made them look unprofessional. A qualified soldier should add a steel knife without changing his color.

The officer saw his boss's terrifying eyes and shuddered. He suddenly stopped and pulled his collar, walked to the Marquis of Marleyton, and leaned down and said, "Someone sent this."

"What is it?" The Marquis of Marleyton took a glance, his expression suddenly changed, and he squeezed his shoulders and said sternly: "Where is the person?"

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