Proof of the Sun King

One day in late March, François, the Duke of Winford and the pinnacle of the Sanctuary, woke up early.

The heavy snow outside the tent made François feel very irritable. Lane's old man thought that he not only regretted the way he made the army rush to advance, but François, who was used to fighting in Brittany, was really unexpected. When it comes to this strange weather, the first is a sudden increase in temperature, the ground melts and becomes extremely muddy, and the logistics become intermittent.

Then there was the sudden drop of temperature and heavy sleet. The severe cold and extremely harsh environment made the southern Brittany army, accustomed to the warm and humid environment, very seriously acclimatized. Some people were sick, and some people drove small Poor, many soldiers would rather sit around a fire all day than move.

The logistics could not arrive for a long time, and the lack of judgment on the cold caused the army to not prepare strong wine to keep out the cold. Francois found himself in a dilemma. Although his army had not completely lost its combat effectiveness, it was also demoralized and low in fighting spirit. .

After getting up to take a shower, and after washing his face a little, Francois ate something casually.

The army was stationed in the forest, the soldiers were gathered in groups of three and five to bake the fire, the knights were gobbling up, and many people were arranging horse feed for the war horses and pack horses. François frowned after a little observation. Not good enough, which makes the warhorse lose weight.

Of course, Francois still has a very strong prestige, and everyone knows his strength, brilliant deeds and his status as His Majesty Ryan's old husband. When they saw him appear, everyone said hello: "My Duke, good morning!"

"Ladies, it's a new day."

"Your Excellency! Have a nice day."

"Hehe~" Francois stroked his long goatee elegantly. He smiled at a group of soldiers who were huddled together to keep warm by the fire: "Soldiers, how's the food?"

"Okay."

"improvise."

"Not very good, my duke." The freedmen soldiers also replied casually. Francois, like Suria, had no airs about these freedmen, and was willing to contact ordinary soldiers to talk to them.

"It will get better, there will be bread, and there will be milk." François learned a sentence from Lane to deal with these soldiers, and then the old duke asked: "Did you sleep warmly at night? ?"

This has been answered by everyone relatively unanimously. Thanks to Beria's advice and intelligence, the Brittanian army has prepared very warm double-layer winter coats. Although the soldiers are very cold, some are frostbitten. , but basically there is no case of freezing to death.

The military remains disciplined, and chivalry is still at work.

But François couldn't laugh. As soon as the old duke turned around, the expression on his face became very serious. He said to the attendant beside him: "Where is Gerald? Find him quickly, and return him. There's that Xie Miao...what's going on?"

"Semyon-Aleksandrovich-Rumyantsev," added the squire, that Mrs. Keisler had been an officer of the cavalry corps near Erlengrad, who had escaped into Osterland and After surviving the Battle of Wolfenburg, I heard that the chivalrous Bretons were willing to continue the Northern Expedition to recover Kislev. Although there were still some doubts, many Mrs. Kisler took the initiative to join the Knights Kingdom. troop, Semyon-Alexandrovich-Rumyantsev volunteered as a guide for François's Second Army.

"Oh yes, Rumyantsev, Kislev's name is really hard to remember." Francois nodded.

The old duke didn't plan to march today. He returned to the tent and looked at the map with a sad expression on his face.

Francois knew that he was a bit aggressive, but as a knight commander who had seen many battles, he was famous in the world and defeated the great necromancer Heinrich Kemmler's Holy Grail twice, Francois. How could he be a military idiot.

He has his own reasons for choosing this way.

The first is that he is indeed a little eager to prove himself. As a reserve, he and his army have missed several epic victories, including the Battle of the Swamp of Pain, the Great Battle of the Three Kings and then the Battle of Herzig, Wolfen's The war, which made Francois realize that he was a little bit covered up by the "back waves", so he was eager to fight a victory so that everyone knew that he did not take credit for the war to the end.

The second is that after some rash advances, François also thought about whether to stop for a while and wait for reinforcements and logistics, but the military information soon spread to him. Several Norscan warbands were defeated nearby, and the 3rd Army of Behemond, located to his east, also defeated a remnant of Nurgle on the ruins of Kaganov's town.

In other words, Francois's two wings were very safe, which gave the old man enough confidence to continue advancing, and also made him more eager to win the battle.

However, the old man still underestimated the extreme weather in Kislev, and the power of Marshal Winter made his army with an overstretched supply line suffer a lot.

"Never attack Kislev in winter."

—A summary of the Empire and Mrs. Keisler after hundreds of years of territorial warfare before the Great Holy War.

Now François finds himself in a dilemma. Retreat will damage his prestige. It seems that he has made no achievements in this great expedition.

The old man looked at the map and pondered for a long time, and the wily man frantically thought about any possible direction.

After thinking for a while, Gerald finally came in from outside. Snow fell on Winford's paladin's shoulders and capes, helmets and burqas. He took off his helmet and his face was frosty: "Duke, the situation is not good!"

"I asked someone to call you, why did you come now?" Francois turned around in dissatisfaction, Suria's long white-blond hair was obviously inherited from Francois, and her father-in-law's deep sea blue eyes Full of wisdom: "What happened?"

"It's an epidemic, my duke, a disease has spread in the army. Some people have a cold, some have a severe fever, and some have typhoid and measles. The fear is spreading in the army." Gerald said anxiously: "We Immediate action must be taken."

"Isolate all the sick first, **** it!" The old man slapped the table with a slap in his face.

Gerald took the lead to leave, Francois resisted his anger and tried not to vent his anger on the servants and others. He reached out and took out a bottle of wine from the suitcase, only to find that the wine had been frozen, and his mouth was frozen. I scolded the lady, and had to find another suitcase.

There is a special "Grey Goose" vodka sent by Beria. The white liquid in the glass bottle is crystal clear. After taking a sip of the spirits, the feeling of fire bursting in the chest makes Francois feel much better, old man. The duke immediately ordered a large quantity of vodka prepared by Beria to be distributed to the soldiers and knights to keep out the cold.

After a while, while François was still thinking about when the patrols would be able to bring back the news, a Mrs. Keisler was brought into the large tent. With a dog-skin cap and a thick, double-layered winter coat: "My Duke!"

"Lu... Rumyantsev?" François thought for a while before he remembered the person's name. The duke said concisely: "I won't say more. To put it simply, we are in trouble."

"Yes, my Duke." The front-wing cavalry officer bowed: "And I am here to solve the problem."

"You have the ability to solve our current problems?!" Francois turned around immediately, even if he was as calm as Francois, he couldn't help being a little surprised when he heard the news: "Really?"

"I may not be able to solve all the problems, but I found the contact mark of our Keslev in a hidden camp deep in the forest." The front wing cavalry officer said respectfully: "There is still Keslev in the forest. The survivors, they went into hiding and formed a few very hidden camps, maybe they could help us."

"Help us what?" Francois demanded.

"Among them are wise daughters who can help us deal with the threat of the plague, and they also have some excellent scouts and hunters who can help us move better in the forest, and maybe they have some supplies that can unlock our It is urgent." Rumyantsev said sincerely: "My Duke, it is not so easy to solve the threat of Chaos, we must unite."

Wise daughter?

Francois thought for a moment, then made a quick decision.

"Purchase two shipments! Bring enough gold coins, I'm going to ask for their help in person!"

Two hours later, in the snow-covered coniferous forest, more than 20 knights from the Quinalis Champion Knights Brotherhood, led by Francois, came to the depths of a dense forest that was almost impenetrable. .

And behind the twenty or so knights, there were two carts of gifts.

The atmosphere was very quiet, only the sound of the heavy snow falling from the sky, the wind blowing through the coniferous forest, and there was a strange cry. The knights were very nervous, and many people reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.

The guide Rumyantsev carefully identified several engravings carved in hidden locations. After he confirmed it again and again, he shouted in one direction.

"привет!"

No one responded.

Rumyantsev thought for a while, then shouted: "Здравствуйте?"

After a long time, an archer in a white full-body burqa finally appeared from a snow field: "Ктотытакой?"

Rumyantsev and the archer spoke back and forth.

It ended with the archer's "Hala Hugh", and more archers appeared in the woodland.

The hidden door of the camp was exposed, and two musketeers aimed at the group of people with fire guns.

"Fellow, open the door! We are the Brittanian Army! Come to restore the occupied area~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to expel the Chaos army!" Francois first expressed his friendship, and then the old man said: "Don't take Your stitches and stitches have brought you gifts!"

"Brittanians?!" These Mrs. Keisler looked at each other suspiciously, or slowly put down the bows and arrows in their hands. These people have heard of the Bretons, if it is the Empire When people come, they will definitely let each other get out of the way, but the Kingdom of Knights has always prided itself on chivalry and virtue, and they may really do this.

"Don't you remember our aid to Erlengrad?" Francois continued, "We came this time to help you regain your territory from Chaos, but we are in trouble and need you. Can you let us in?"

"In the name of Erson, I reveal that what they say is true, that the Bretons really want to help us recover our land!" Rumyantsev also said: "I give my life and The identity of the front wing cavalry squad leader is guaranteed!"

The people in the forest camp discussed for a long time, and finally, the door was opened.

Francois and his party entered the camp under the surveillance of several Ksa warriors and a group of Kislev militiamen. There were about two or three hundred people in the camp. They obviously lacked sufficient clothing and nutrition, but their will still remained. tenacious.

A Kislev nobleman appeared in front of the François crowd. He was obviously a priest of the bear **** Eson. He had a wide forehead, pea-eyes, a big nose, and thin lips. With a battle axe, riding a giant bear.

"Hello, Lord of the Grail from Brittany, I am Vladimir, Vladimir-Vladimirovich, a priest of Ersun, former Erlengrad Duma and former Erlen First Deputy Mayor of Grad, now the head of the camp."

"What are you doing?"