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The Duke of Moravia gave instructions on some important matters and then waved his hand to let Weilin go out.

After coming out of the central tent, Weilin looked at the sky. It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon, so he walked quickly towards the camp where his troops were located.

Half an hour later, Weilin just returned to his camp and saw Kyle waiting for him at the gate.

"What happened? Why are you here?" Weilin looked around and asked Kyle in confusion.

Seeing this, Kyle answered, "My Lord, Marquis Rotende sent someone to inform you that after you return to the barracks, you must immediately go to the Fourth Legion Headquarters for a meeting."

"Where is the messenger?" Weilin looked behind Kyle, his tone full of confusion.

Kyle replied somewhat helplessly: "The messenger was Lord Vitris. He delivered the order and left."

Hearing this, Weilin was speechless.

I don't know what method my uncle used to become a messenger, but one thing is certain, he is probably about to reach the royal capital.

"Forget it, never mind. Just answer truthfully when Aunt Mia Li asks you about it later."

As for covering up for his uncle, he rejected the idea as soon as it came to his mind.

Time was running out, so Weilin didn't stay long. He told Kyle some things and went straight to the Fourth Legion to attend the meeting.

The high-level meeting only completed the appointment of generals at the army level and above. This meeting should have been to determine the appointment of officers at the battalion level.

Half an hour later, Weilin arrived at the headquarters of the Fourth Legion.

Inside the tent, many noble generals discussed with each other, each holding their own opinions.

After entering the tent, Weilin placed his right hand on his chest and saluted, saying, "Velin Aix, commander of the 15th Army, greets the Legion Commander."

Marquis Rotende, who was sitting in the upper seat, opened his eyes, looked up at Weilin who came in, and said in a deep voice, "Sit down."

Come to the first seat on the left and sit down.

"I declare the first meeting of the Fourth Legion officially open."

The majestic voice resounded throughout the tent, and everyone shut up and turned their eyes to the legion commander and deputy legion commander.

"According to the organization given by the commander-in-chief, the 15th Army has four battalions, each with a full strength of 4,500 people. Together with other organizations, the full strength of the entire army is 21,000 people."

"Viscount Qixing, does your department need additional troops?"

Weilin stood up and answered loudly: "Reporting to the legion commander, the 20,336 troops I brought with me will be reorganized into the 15th Army. You don't need to send additional troops."

"The battalion commander shall appoint his own officers and report to the corps headquarters within three days."

"Yes."

"Please take a seat."

After Weilin sat down, Marquis Rotende read out the military organization.

"The 16th Army has four battalions, each with a full strength of 4,300 men, and the full strength of the entire army is 19,500 men. Earl Gourock, do you need additional troops?"

The middle-aged man sitting in the first position on the right stood up and answered loudly: "Reporting to the legion commander, the army I brought has 5,300 people, Count Salit's army has 3,600 people, Count Brest's army has 3,300 people, and the 16th Army needs to add 7,300 people."

Although there was only a six-hour gap between the high-level meeting and the legion meeting, the nobles had already formed an alliance.

As the commander of the 16th Army, Earl Gourock read out the names of the two earls, which meant that they would join the 16th Army.

When Marquis Rotende saw the other two earls stand up, he ticked the name on the list and wrote the number sixteen. He then turned to the second page and started calling out names from the end.

"Baron Stanlo, Baron Sagunto..."

In less than a minute, nineteen barons stood up from the third row of seats.

"I will now assign you to the 16th Army and place you under the command of Earl Guluok. You will be of great significance."

"We are willing to obey your orders." The seventeen barons answered in unison.

They can attend legion meetings as barons, which means they have at least an army of two hundred people, which is much stronger than those barons who can only wait for the results outside the tent.

"Count Gourock, you shall appoint the battalion commander on your own and report to the corps headquarters within three days. If you have any questions, please do so."

"No doubt about it." Earl Gourock replied respectfully with a serious expression.

Marquis Rothende motioned to those standing to sit down, and then read out the organization of the 17th Army.

An hour later, the six army formations were completed.

The Fourth Legion has six armies under its command, and the 20th Army is the worst off. The entire army has only three battalions, and the full strength of the army is only 13,800 people. It is composed of an earl, six viscounts, ten barons who are eligible to attend legion meetings, and fifty-six barons who can only wait outside the tents. You can imagine its combat effectiveness.

According to the instructions issued by the commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force, the troops of the eight corps commanders exist independently and are directly under the corps, without any army-level organization.

Therefore, the most powerful unit of the Fourth Legion was the army under the command of Marquis Rotende, which numbered 25,000.

In second place were the troops under Count Blood Moon, numbering 16,000.

As for which army is ranked third, it can only be revealed on the battlefield.

"Report the battalion commander to the corps headquarters within three days."

"Yes, Commander." Everyone stood up and answered loudly.

Marquis Rotende was very satisfied with the mental state of his subordinates. He turned to Count Blood Moon beside him and asked, "Captain Mialy, do you need to speak?"

"Captain, let's adjourn the meeting." Count Blood Moon shook his head and said to Marquis Rotende.

Upon hearing this, Marquis Rotende raised his head and announced to everyone: "In the next three months, reorganize your troops. I will not let anyone off lightly if they dare to fail on the battlefield."

"Now, I declare this meeting adjourned."

"Yes, legion commander."

Everyone had left the meeting room. As soon as Weilin walked out of the tent, Count Blood Moon followed him.

"Aunt, what can I do for you?"

"Where did your uncle go?" Mia Li asked with a gloomy face.

Seeing this, Weilin did not dare to hide anything and directly told his guess.

Miali looked in the direction of the capital and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, I shouldn't have trusted this old man. When I come back, I'll make you leave the tent on your stomach."

Looking at his great aunt's expression, Weilin didn't dare to breathe. He didn't know what his great uncle had promised his great aunt, nor did he know what conflict they were having.

"Auntie, it's nothing, I'll leave first." Weilin looked at the calm face of Count Blood Moon and said carefully.

"Ah."

Seeing the other party nod, Weilin quickly left the place.

At this moment, in an opera house in the royal capital, Vitellis suddenly felt a chill on his back and had a bad premonition.

"Vitris, what's wrong with you? Are you weak?"

"Well, I suddenly remembered that I have a tiger at home that needs to be comforted, so I'll go back first. We'll meet again another day." With an apologetic look on his face, Vitelis disappeared in the opera house without waiting for others to try to stop him.