Chapter 92 Thank you, Lord Duke, for the assist!
"All militiamen?"
After hearing the military affairs officer's reply, D'Or suddenly looked confused.
Although militiamen and mercenaries both carry the word "soldier", they are actually completely different. There is a huge difference in their fighting will and actual combat experience.
But... how could that army, which looked elite at first glance, be a militia? !
"That's true."
Although Deor looked in disbelief, the military officer still smiled bitterly and gave the reply:
"Viscount Antolia said that there are only a few hundred mercenaries under his command. It really can't make much splash on the battlefield of the kingdom's civil war, and the mercenaries of Antolia also have to guard the trade routes between Parma and Antolia." "In addition, the
mercenaries from the North rebelled midway. According to the news, Mr. Leon feels that if the mercenaries in Antolia mutiny before the battle like the mercenaries in the North, they may miss the important event of the Duke and His Highness Helson." "Therefore, the only way to go
north this time is Led the accompanying personal guards and the recruited militia."
Militia...
If Antolia's militia shows the quality of an elite division, then how strong will Antolia's mercenaries be?
At this moment, Deol couldn't help but feel a little thankful deep in his heart.
Fortunately, Antolia's food is almost entirely provided by the city of Parma and other nearby nobles. Otherwise, Antolia, with such a terrifying army, would probably let herself and her father sleep and eat. Uneasy.
But now is clearly not the time to think about that.
The stronger the military strength of the vassals under his command, the greater the possibility of pushing Helson to the throne.
The spirit of the Antolian militia also aroused deep expectations in Deor's heart.
If the militias led by other vassals are similar to those of Antolia, then the success rate of putting Herson on the throne will be greatly improved.
However, the ideal is full, but the reality is cruel.
After nearly three days of delaying the scheduled assembly date, as troops from various noble territories arrived one after another, Deol finally saw the appearance of the militia he was familiar with.
His face was haggard and his eyes were dull.
Deserters were often arrested in various noble camps, and knights often drank and caused trouble.
Although the numerous militiamen held weapons in their hands, they seemed to fall down at the touch of a touch. After all, they did not break away from the excellent matching mechanism that had been running in the Kingdom of Andal for hundreds of years.
As many noble armies arrived one after another, a pre-war meeting before heading north was also held in the city of Parma under the auspices of the Duke of Galicia.
In general, the strategic goals of the Duke of Galicia are very clear.
That is, from south to north, directly to the royal capital!
It has to be said that although this plan is crude enough to be comparable to Gaddafi's overthrow of the Idris dynasty in the previous generation, in this era, it is already a fairly complete plan.
You know, this is a double attack!
The Duke of Galicia's army marched north along the Hom River, while the army of the third prince Herson crossed the Golan Mountains from west to east. The two agreed to meet up in the royal capital of Essex!
Yes, it’s the Hom River again.
This river flows through the entire Andal Kingdom from north to south. It is not only the source of life for countless people in the Andal Kingdom, but also the marching route for every rebellion or chaos.
Tremble! Wilbert I!
However, although the goal is very clear, how to march and who will lead each army still needs to be divided.
Otherwise, there will be as many commanders as there are nobles. Let alone go into battle, there might be chaos on our side before we even start.
Ah no, it's not maybe, it's definitely.
"This time we march, I plan to divide the troops into two groups."
Galicia pointed to the map placed in the center of the meeting hall and said in a deep voice.
"The first route is to march along the west bank of the Hom River, and then cross the river at Akron. On the one hand, it can protect our army's flanks, and on the other hand, it can also attack Nangu City from the side." "The other
route is to march along the east bank of the Hom River. First capture Oak City, and then launch an offensive against Nangu City." "
The two armies met in Nangu City, and then advanced to the royal capital of Essex together!"
The Duke of Galicia finished his words, and then looked at the people gathered in the city. Many vassals around him: "So... now, who is willing to recommend himself? To serve as the commander-in-chief of one of the armies?"
Hearing this, everyone present fell silent, and some people shrank their necks, hoping to be among the crowd. small transparency.
But the Duke of Galicia had obviously anticipated the situation at this time, so after pondering for a moment, the Duke took the initiative and said: "
If no one volunteers, then I will appoint one."
"Want to listen. Your Majesty the Duke orders."
The nobles present agreed.
There's no way, it's not that they don't want to go, it's just that they really can't do it.
There has been no war in the southern part of the kingdom for decades. Except for Count Brabant, whose fiefdom is located on the lower reaches of the Hom River, and the ridiculously young Viscount Antolia, almost no nobles of this generation have set foot on the battlefield.
Count Brabant suppressed peasant rebellions, and Antolia faced hounds from the west every few years.
"Leon!"
The moment he heard the Duke shout his name, Leon quickly took a step forward and said seriously: "Your Majesty the Duke!" "
As the Viscount of Antolia, you are always on the defensive against the plateau hounds. On the front line, the troops under my command are even more brave, and they are considered nobles who are familiar with military matters. Therefore, are you willing to lead one of them?" "
Whenever the Duke has an order, I will definitely obey it!"
Leon promised solemnly.
Leon had already anticipated this decision.
There are only a few candidates, and Count Brabant, who is at odds with the Duke, will definitely not be able to use them. Then isn't he the only one left?
"In that case...which army do you want to lead?"
Do you want to let yourself choose?
of course not!
Although the Duke of Galicia has left the choice to himself, as a vassal of the Duke of Galicia, before the time is ripe, I have to choose the slightly more difficult route to lower the Duke's vigilance, right?
Furthermore, if he had chosen the Western Front where there were fewer battles and the main time was spent on the march, then although the Duke would not say anything in front of everyone, his trust in himself would eventually be reduced a lot.
This is not possible!
So...
"I would like to lead the East Army to attack Oak City!"
Leon made the decision immediately without even a moment's hesitation.
have a look!
This is the example among the nobles!
After hearing Leon's choice, the Duke of Galicia nodded with satisfaction, and couldn't help but value this young viscount more and more.
"Okay!"
"In that case, Leon Jimena, Viscount of Antolia, will lead the eastern front army, and the troops from Gray Water Castle, Colt City, Ram City and Stone Fence City will all be under your command!"
"I will personally lead the army on the Western Front and strive to meet up in Nangucheng within half a month!"
Although the expression on his face is still solemn, at this moment, Leon is already happy deep in his heart.
Originally, he only had Antolia's army under his command, but now that he has become the commander-in-chief along the way, the number of troops and resources that Leon can mobilize has increased dramatically.
Oops!
Thank you, Lord Duke, for the assist!
(End of chapter)