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As the commander of the Imperial Guards Division, Earl Gerry Kormi formally took over the fortifications of the entire Central Plains a week ago.

He has always been a hard-core supporter of the eldest prince Pittsmann.

And he did not bear the trust of Pittsman, and led the Imperial Guards to withstand the pressure of previous defeats in succession, and stabilized the defense line on the Central Plains.

Gerry Kormi’s strategy is simple, and that is procrastination.

Because in terms of food and grass supply, no one party can compare with the prince Pitzman, and he has long seen through the status quo of the second prince Ryze.

Even with the support of Marshal Teodoro and the accomplices of several Norman generals, if there is no food and supplies, it is also a castle in the sky that may collapse at any time.

Therefore, at this time Gerry Kormi can be said to have a winning ticket, as long as he can withstand the pressure of these few days, then the situation on the battlefield will usher in a reversal.

And he does have this confidence.

You know, the Imperial Guards Division that guards the capital of St. Lawrence is the absolute elite of the Norman army. Only the outstanding among the major legions will become the Imperial Guards Division after selection. One member.

Gerry Kormi can say responsibly that even facing the Odin cavalry that crosses the continent, the Imperial Guard Division definitely has the power to fight.

It is with such ample confidence that Gerry Cormi can sleep peacefully in the camp at this time.

only……

As if in an instant, the barracks suddenly exploded.

Loud noises, loud noises, shouts of killing...

When Gerry Kormi got up, even though he was separated by a tent, he could see the dazzling light in the barracks vaguely.

"Legislative commander! Legionary commander!"

The adjutant didn't have time to report, so he broke into the camp hurriedly.

"What's wrong?"

Gerry Cormi frowned slightly.

"Fire! Fire everywhere!"

"Fire? It's the cook who accompanied the army..."

Before Gerry Kormi finished speaking, the adjutant interrupted his words breathlessly: "It's the army of the second prince! They took advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack on us!"

"what?!"

Gerry Cormi abruptly got up, grabbed the sword held aside, and opened the camp.

The camp has already turned into a sea of ​​flames, the soldiers shouting and killing resounded in the night sky, and the army under the second prince Rez was rushing in frantically around the damaged camp, slaughtering the guards and soldiers who were still asleep.

"Damn it! As a nobleman, Ryze actually used such tricky and humble methods!"

Gerry Cormi yelled angrily.

However, the roar of anger cannot change the situation today.

The soldiers of the Imperial Guards can only take up weapons in a hurry to resist these aggressive enemies.

The dark night illuminated by the fiery flames, the collision of swords and the roar of rage startled the night owl on the treetops. Tonight in the central plains, there is only one winner.

...

A week later.

Imperial capital, St. Lawrence.

St. Lawrence under the curtain of night, in fact, looks no different from ordinary small cities on the mainland.

The vast imperial palace and the towering mage tower standing in the Xicheng District are all shrouded in the endless dark night, only in the mottled moonlight, a vague outline can be seen.

The whole city is extremely quiet, and only when the patrol holding the torch passes by, will there be a scattered sound of footsteps.

The Lion Manor is located in the northwest corner of Saint Lawrence, the capital. As it is late at night, only the streets near the Lion Manor can see the mottled figures and dim candlelight.

Here is the place where the nobles communicate and meet.

The magic street lamp is something unique to the Principality of Idar, but the nobles living in the capital of St. Lawrence used pure gold candlesticks and countless candles to brighten the manor.

Lots of rare leathers were sewn into large carpets and laid on the finely crafted floor.

The stained glass windows around the walls are painted with emblems and patterns symbolizing the royal family, which appear more and more noble and respectable in the flickering candlelight.

At this moment, a grand dinner was being held in the lion manor, and countless servants rushed through the manor, serving the noble lords who were laughing with all their heart, and the noble ladies with dignified manners.

Those large aristocratic lords held up their wine glasses, communicating with each other's extravagant life, and even the **** men who gathered together from time to time, reached an verbal agreement to talk in bed at night.

"Those Odin people...Even though they all looked fierce, but in fact they were all stern. At that time, I slashed a few fierce-looking Odin people, and the rest of them were afraid and didn't dare to move. !"

At the banquet, a middle-aged nobleman proudly boasted.

"Earl Connet, tell us quickly, what do those Odin people look like?"

Beside the middle-aged nobleman, a group of noble ladies opened their eyes curiously, and they were particularly interested in the story of the Earl of Connet.

For these noble ladies who have never left the imperial capital of St. Lawrence, the ferocity of the Odin is just a concept that stays on paper.

They had heard of the changes that took place in Northern Xinjiang, and they had also heard of Odin's treatment of the nobles, but... they had only heard of it.

And now, the Earl of Connet, an aristocrat from the eastern part of the empire, has moved to the capital of St. Lawrence, bringing to these innocent girls living in the aristocratic manor a series of adventure stories that make them feel the climax.

In the story of the Earl of Cornet, the handsome middle-aged nobleman fought bravely with the Odin personally, wandering between life and death countless times.

Although his weather-beaten face has long revealed the wrinkles left by the years, he still draws the attention of these noble ladies with his own story.

"Let me say that among the Odin Empire's army, the strongest is the stunned Odin cavalry!"

Count Cornette cleared his throat and spoke with eloquence: "Those Odin cavalry are all playing tall and mighty northern horses, wearing short coats of animal skins and holding huge axes. They only need to work hard. With a wave, you can separate ordinary people from their heads!"

"Then have you had a duel with Odin cavalry?" an aristocratic lady asked with admiration.

"Of course!" Count Cornett said sternly: "Even if it is me, I can only fight one against three. If there are more Odin cavalry, I am afraid it will be difficult for me to stand here today, alas..."

As he spoke, Count Cornett couldn't help sighing in a demonstrative manner.

"Since Earl Connet is so heroic, why do you have to leave the eastern part of the empire?"

At this moment, an unfriendly voice came from the side.

Although the story of the Earl of Connet fascinated the noble ladies, for the rest of the noble lords...

Ah!

Everyone is a nobleman. I still don’t know what virtues the nobles are?

Still in a stalemate with Odin cavalry with one enemy three?

I bother!

"You are..." Count Cornett frowned slightly, but asked patiently.

"I am the Marquis of Soto, Johan Graf!" said the young man who spoke bad words.

"Johann, you must not be rude!"

Behind the young man, a graceful female nobleman came over and whispered to the young man who had refuted the earl of Cornett.

"I am Johann's sister, Ferona Graff, the esteemed Count Cornette, please forgive my brother for his impoliteness."

The words of the female nobleman are quite sincere, and even make people feel a trace of guilt from the heart.

"The question of the Marquis of Soto is indeed very reasonable."

Count Cornett waved his hand quickly, then changed his style, and said: "The reason why I left the eastern part of the empire is because...I have my family and children, even if I can fight melee with Odin. But I can’t ignore my family! I must let the blood of the Connet family survive forever..."

As he said, Cornett looked sad, and even a tear was squeezed from the corner of his eyes:

"How I wish I could fight and fight those Odin people, but I also have to take care of the continuation of the family. Therefore...all the nobles who came to Saint Lawrence, the capital with me, donated our wealth selflessly. I gave it to the current Duke of Idar, hoping that he can take our long-cherished wish, rectify the soldiers and horses, and stick to the eastern part of the empire..."

Hearing that, the noble ladies present were all very sad, and showed a little more sympathy for the Earl Connet in front of them.

"Can……"

Johann wanted to say something to refute the words of Count Cornet, but was quickly interrupted by his sister.

"Your bravery and selflessness are amazing, esteemed Count Cornette."

Ferona Graff did not spare her praise.

After politely saying goodbye to Earl Connet, Ferona dragged her brother to the other side.

"Ferona, why don't you let me expose this hypocritical fellow!"

In the corner, Joe Hahn broke free from his sister's hands very dissatisfied, and whispered:

"The Earl of Cornet is a real liar! You have already found out that these guys who came to St. Lawrence, the capital city, were all frightened by the Odin army. As for the loss of their wealth, it is not so-called. A gift, but a toll fee forcibly deducted by the Duke of Idar!"

After leaving the crowd, Ferona's voice also became colder:

"What's the use for you to expose him? Your actions will not have any value or effect except to expose the fact that our family has been inquiring about the news, and the nobles from the eastern part of the empire!"

Hearing this, Joe Hahn looked a little faint: "Oh...just sister, what is the use of your intelligence on the western and eastern empires, no matter which majesty won the war, we are still in this one. The nobility of the land."

"Furthermore, aren't the two majesty's armies stalemate on the Great Plains in the middle?"

"No! This war is definitely not as simple as you might think, and... this evening, news came from the eyeliner sent by the family..."

Speaking of this, Ferona couldn't help but stop, and said nothing.

"What's the matter? Ferona, can you tell me everything?" Joe Hahn asked.

"The Norman Empire is about to change..."

...

In fact, the Norman Empire is indeed going to change.

Although the night raids launched by Leizi on the Central Plains did not conform to the traditions of the nobility, they achieved extremely impressive results.

The Imperial Guard Division, which was sent to the front by the eldest prince Pitzman, had little effect, and was beaten to pieces in this sudden night raid.

The army under Ryze also took advantage of this opportunity to attack and set up a defense line in the Central Plains by removing the prince Pitzman, breaking the original stalemate, and making the situation in the interior of the empire suddenly changed. .

You know, Saint Lawrence, the imperial capital, is located in the southwest of the Central Plains, and with the defeat of the Imperial Guards Division, Leyz’s army has been able to drive in for a long time, approaching the city of Saint Lawrence of the Empire!

"Asshole! The face of the royal family has been lost by Leizi! Such a dirty, despicable, and shameless sneak attack is a blasphemy of the royal family's dignity!"

In the palace, the furious Pitzman kicked through several book cases and slashed several death row prisoners, but he still couldn't calm the anger in his heart.

"Your Majesty, we have to make early plans now..."

Duke Yersen Peris of Dorne, who was temporarily appointed as Minister of the Seal by Pitzman, said in a deep voice.

"Plan early? What plan? Even if Ryze broke through the Central Plains and successfully came to the city of St. Lawrence, what about it?"

"The Imperial Guards Division guarding the imperial capital still retains a large number of elites that have not been mobilized~lightnovelpub.net~ plus the Imperial Guards, the local army guarding the southern part of the empire, and soldiers recruited from among the people, guarding San Lo Lance can be said to be more than enough!" Pitzman said with a deep face.

"There are also military pay and food and grass supplies, Your Majesty." Duke Donne added.

To this day, due to various reasons, among the five regent dukes of the Regent Council, Duke of Dorne, Duke Yersen Perris, has completely taken the side of the prince Pitzmann.

"That's right! There are also grain, grass and military pay. Before Leizi's army comes down to the city, Yersin Peris, I order you to get in the pockets of civilians and nobles more than enough to support half a year or even longer. !" Pitzman said.

"As you wish, my majesty, just... I have to remind you that if news of the defeat in the Central Plains reaches the ears of the nobles, it is very likely that a large number of nobles will escape from the imperial capital in the past few days. "The Duke of Donne said sternly.

"Then block the gates and not allow any nobles to leave! In order to continue the orthodox of the Norman Empire, those nobles who do nothing all day must always make some contributions."

"Yes..."