Chapter 131: Confident Shemoth

Although his appearance is very majestic and he is very strong and serious in front of his ministers, only those who truly understand Grand Duke Francis know that this old guy is actually a straightforward and generous person - to put it bluntly, this is a very casual old guy.

Only when dealing with formal affairs can Grand Duke Francis show his wisdom and decisiveness. In his daily life, he is more like an old naughty boy who likes to play friends with pranks. Every time he is on holidays, he will invite his good friends to drink, sing and play Pollack in the small villa in the city. Because of this hobby, Grand Duke Francis listens to his wife, Countess Tiffany, almost every day... Yes, you read it right, I am not wrong, Tiffany Gusta, the Duchess of Mirhash, the imperial capital.

The husband also has a title. By the way, most of the best friends of Grand Duke Francis are tavern owners, businessmen, small officials of the administrative department and veterans... (Pollack Ball - a ball game similar to a ball game that combines cricket and bowling. The ball player needs to use the club in his hand to hit a solid wooden ball the size of a volleyball, allowing the ball to pass through a low door hole to knock down the ball bottle on the other side. The one who knocks down the ball bottle is the winner, because the door hole is randomly placed, so the ball path and angle need to be carefully calculated, which is a very easy but very technical ball sport.)

However, as mentioned earlier, if you really think he is a "no-working" and underestimate him, then you must be quite enlightened and ready to accept the lessons that are coming.

It is obvious that Count Shemoth did not have this enlightenment, and he did not even realize that every risky decision he had was actually made under the subtle influence of Grand Duke Francis.

"It's because of this! We can't wait any longer!"

In the tent of the commander in the center of the military camp, the throne of the Grand Duke Francis was empty, and the first throne of the main seat was the first throne, Earl Shemos passionately issued a swearing manifesto. At this moment, he looked more like a general than ever before.

The generals present looked at him expressionlessly, and also looked coldly at the figure behind him who should not have appeared in such an occasion.

——Prince Cott Steinberg!

Although the church's governor has the right to supervise the movements of the army, it is not allowed to participate in any level of military conference. This is a provision agreed by the church and the Imperial General Army, and even the Grand Priest cannot circumvent this provision.

Since the last "Heavenly Sweeping War", a priest of a general army was randomly involved in military affairs, resulting in a complete defeat of 200,000 troops, and the situation that was originally dominated was completely deteriorated due to this failed battle, the priest of the Supreme God Cult is the most unpopular among the top military leaders, no doubt about it!

"Shemoth! What right do you have to command us to fight?" The first shot was General Pitreal, who was sitting in the third place in his left hand. This great knight who had fought to this position with his military merits and one sword and one shot would not buy the Count of Shemoth. By the way, no one here would buy the tent of Shemoth.

"Rare!" Shemoth's roar finally had the opportunity to show his power again after a long silence, "Petreal! You are talking to a noble count, pay attention to your tone and your identity!"

Finally, Count Shemoth, who could breathe happily, proudly raised his chin and glanced at everyone present with contempt, but all he received was a more contempt and disdainful response.

"What are your eyes?" Everyone's reactions once again touched Shemoth's sensitive nerves. "Don't you, uneducated guys, know what magnanimity means?"

No matter how stupid Count Shemoth was, he had the title of Earl after all. Although the Duchy of Wolken, the Grand Princess of Francis, did not care about this kind of thing, the various hierarchies in other countries of the Jamins Empire were extremely strict, which was also one of the reasons why Earl Shemoth was dissatisfied with Grand Duke Francis.

When Grand Duke Francis was still in charge of the overall situation, he was like a mouse under the nose of an old cat, and he did not dare to deviate at all. However, Grand Duke Francis is not in the military camp now. Although he doesn't know what happened, the situation of allowing Grand Duke Francis to leave the military camp is absolutely extraordinary, and this is also his last chance!

Now Earl Shemoth's foot has stepped outside the cliff. As long as someone pushes it behind him, he will fall into a state of doom. Once a person reaches this time, he can do anything, not to mention that there is an excellent opportunity in front of him, how could he give up easily?

All he has to do now is to let these generals with the vast majority of troops act according to his will. Once he can grasp the corner of the goddess of victory, his crisis will be completely eliminated.

At this time, Shemoth was like a gambler who was so angry that he had to make a comeback. He relied on the last bit of chips in his hand to make a comeback.

"Sir, please be careful not to be impatient." Seeing that the relationship between Shemoth and the generals became increasingly sinister, Priest Koth quickly stood up and smoothed out.

"Dear Lords, nobles." The senior priest bowed humbly, "Please forgive the Count Xiemoth's impatience, but I believe he has no malice, nor does he look down on all noble warriors." As he said that, he kicked Xiemoth in secret under the table.

Earl Shemoth, who was already a little angry, reacted by him. Which of the people here is not the master who holds tens of thousands of soldiers? I am afraid that among the generals in this tent, the only thousands of people under his command can't be put on the table! Even the heavy baron who only commands the two thousand blood robes of the Barrit Knights is stronger than him. Although the number of people in the blood robe of the Barrit Knights is not very large, this is the master who can be used by 2,000 people! Just the crooked melons and bad dates under his command... many of them are for nothing!

Thinking of this, Earl Shemoth immediately broke out in a cold sweat and immediately changed into a face, "Everyone, I was so rude just now. I am willing to apologize to the Great Knight of Pitreal. I hope you can forgive my small mistakes in the spirit of tolerance..."

This may be the first time in his life that Earl Shemoth was so low-profile in front of a "lower" person. People who were not used to him were a little at a loss when they saw him like this.

"Please believe me, I don't want to direct you to do anything," Seeing that the atmosphere was a little eased, Shemoth immediately struck while the iron was hot, "I just hope you don't forget what the Duchy of Walken was built on!"

The generals here were silent. Of course they would not forget that the Duchy of Walken was established with military force. The men of the Duchy of the Duchy of the State won their honor with their merits on the battlefield. Any cowardly behavior would be regarded as a great humiliation. This situation has been like this since the founding of the Duchy of Walken!

"What is the purpose of coming here for the warm home, the old parents, the beautiful wives, and the adorable children? Is it just to face the ridicule of the pagans hiding in Reston Castle? Can you tolerate that small castle stops our millions of troops?"

Although Shemoth's speech was very sensational, except for the young generals sitting in the last seat, everyone else was indifferent.

"I'm so disappointed." Seeing this situation, Xie Mos gritted his teeth with hatred, but on the surface he still looked heartbroken. "The peaceful days have eroded the courage of the Warriors of Walken. The invincible male bear in the Jamins Empire has transformed into a weak little sheep..."

"Shemoth!" At this time, Viscount Dimansto, who was sitting on his hands, interrupted his speech coldly, "What do you want to say?"

"Send troops!" Hearing his question, Earl Shemos's eyes lit up! This is what he was waiting for! "Drown Fort Reston under our army!"

"Send troops?" Viscount Dimansto sneered, "When did you get the appointment of the Grand Duke?"

Earl Shemoth was speechless, and this was his most deadly place. He had no right to use these hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Dear sirs, can you let me say something?" Seeing that Shemoth was choked by a word, Priest Cott stepped forward and said, now he could only rely on Shemoth, a guy, even though he had already scolded this guy who was useless in his heart.

"Great Priest!" Viscount Dimansto interrupted his words coldly. Although he called the other party with respect, everyone knew that there was no one in this tent who would respect the senior priest. "The church's supervising team cannot interfere with the military's combat operations. This is an order issued by the Supreme Council. I think the honorable priest will not forget this, right?"

"Of course I remember this!" Although he was contradicted so, Priest Cote said without changing his expression. There was no embarrassing expression on the long horse's face.

"But I don't want to interfere with your decision. I just want to know the specific reason why the army is now doing nothing in this place. After all, I am still the head of the Walken side's supervision team. I still have to report to the Wangdu for the progress of the battle."

Except for Earl Shemoth, everyone's eyes fell on the heavy baron who was still standing behind the main position. Priest Cott's problem was very sharp and could not be bypassed. If there was no specific reason to stop the army, the church would easily seize this point and make a fuss. If it was light, give you a charge of dereliction of duty. If it was severe, then you would declare you treason! But the problem is that Grand Duke Francis is not in the barracks at this moment. Without the Grand Duke's orders, no one can mobilize the army without authorization! But where is Grand Duke Francis?

"The specific combat power of the other party is unknown! We have suffered too much losses on the first day of the siege, and we need more information!" Barron Barnett's low voice flowed out from under the mask, and the sound was a little stuffy through the helmet, and even had some mechanical texture.

"Is this what the Grand Duke meant?"

"Yes! This is really the consideration of the Grand Duke."

Priest Kot's small eyes narrowed even smaller, and a slight fierce light shot out from his green bean-like eyes. "Where is Grand Duke Frances? I want to ask the Grand Duke to tell me the answer in person."

"I'm sorry! The Grand Duke is not in the barracks at this moment." The heavy baron simply rejected the request of Priest Kot.

"The war is imminent, but the Grand Duke left the military camp without authorization. I don't know..." In a gloomy tone, although marching and fighting are not good, intrigue and playing with power is the strength of Priest Kot.

"The Grand Duke left this time to prepare for the next stage of offensive. I believe that in two days, the Grand Duke will come back to lead us to win!" Barron Barnett answered strongly.

"I think it's enough!" Earl Shemoth jumped out in a hurry, "They just caught some strange gadgets off guard! As long as we keep attacking and attacking, no matter how strong the castle is, it can't withstand our blow!"

He couldn't help but be in a hurry. He listened to the confident tone of the heavy baron. Grand Duke Francis had obviously had a complete solution. Once Grand Duke came back and led the army to break into Reston Fort, he would have no chance at all!

I must break the Reston Fort! Shemoth roared anxiously in his heart, and he would not allow anyone to steal this last chance from him.

The generals sitting in front exchanged meaningful glances with each other, all of whom knew the plan of Grand Duke Francis.

"Earl of Shemoth!" said the heavy baron to Shemoth coldly, "Without the order of the Grand Duke, no one is allowed to mobilize the main force. You should know this!"

"I don't need to mobilize the main force when I capture Fort Reston!" Earl Shemus called out without thinking. But as soon as he said that, he realized something was wrong.

Everyone's eyes looked at him even worse.

No one saw the offensive on the first day, and even the blood-robed Knights of Grand Duke Francis's strongest unit returned in vain. And Shemoth dared to claim that he could capture the Reston Fort that had never been broken by anyone on the first day? So what are the people who were frustrated on the first day?

"No! No!" Shemoth was a little panicked when he realized that the situation was not right. He waved his hands and immediately explained, "I mean..."

"Needless to say!" Viscount Dimansto interrupted his coldly, "We believe that the 'respected' Earl of Shemoth must have his own way to capture Fort Reston. If that's the case, as the frontline marching dispatcher, I agree with Earl of Shemoth's proposal..."

Viscount Dimansto's words immediately caused a commotion, and everyone found it incredible. Among the noisy crowd, only Earl Shemos showed joy. He did not expect that things would go so smoothly in the end.

"...But the main force cannot be mobilized!" Viscount Dimansto continued, and his next sentence was even more incredible.

"Every legion has drawn two thousand periphery scattered soldiers for command of Earl Xie Mos!"

"Wow!"

This time, the big tent exploded!

Each legion has drawn two thousand men? In addition to the five thousand troops directly under Earl Shemoth, there will be a total of sixty or seventy thousand troops!

Although these scattered soldiers have no real combat power, once they reach this level, they are a force that cannot be underestimated. Earl Shemoth suddenly has enough troops to compete with several major legions!

What's wrong with Viscount Dimansto? Is it crazy?

"Thank you very much for your trust!" Earl Shemos was so proud at this moment! He had never had so many troops. At this moment, he felt a little light under his feet, as if he was standing in the clouds. But...

"Then that's it!" Viscount Dimansto stood up and continued to say coldly to Earl Shemus, "That's all we can do!"

"What?" Hearing this sentence, Earl Shemoth couldn't help but fight a cold war, "Vissue Demansto! What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting!" Viscount Dimansto smiled coldly, "The main force cannot be mobilized, so please let the 'respected' Earl of Shemoth use these 70,000 troops to submerge Fort Reston."

"I don't know how to lift up!" Shemoth roared angrily in the marching tent.

Viscount Dimansto’s meaning is very obvious. If you want to fight, you can do it. If you want to fight, let’s fight, but sorry, we will not be with you! If you want to fight, go and play by yourself, don’t pull us!

The 70,000 army sounds like a lot, but how many can it really come in handy? Those formal soldiers who have not received strict training are all scammers used as cannon fodder! Before putting on their military uniforms, these people were all liars, thieves, robbers, bandits, murderers, etc. They were all scammers in prisons, thieves, bandits, murderers, etc. The only purpose of joining the army was to get a pardon!

These people have no chance at all. Although some of them are indeed fierce, at best they are just fighting with people on the streets. It would be useless to pull them to the battlefield!

Seventy thousand army? No! The more people there are in this army, the worse it will be!

When they are in a large army that is dozens of times more than their own, they can still stay honestly because they know that they are definitely unable to defeat those regular troops that are far more than their own.

But now, Earl Xiemus has only five thousand regular troops under his command. It would be a dream to rely on these 5,000 regular troops to suppress tens of thousands of scattered soldiers!

Viscount Dimansto is forcing himself to death!

"Shameful! Despicable!" Earl Shemoth raised a kettle and threw it hard on the ground, then sat on his camp bed and panted heavily.

"Hmph...Hmph..." After a while, he sneered and said to himself, "Want to let me die? It's not that easy! Since that's the case, don't blame me for being cruel and ruthless!"

His handsome face looked particularly hideous in the shadows, "Do you think I really need those troops to capture Fort Reston? You are so naive! When I become the master of Walken, I swear to get this account back!"

Swearing fiercely, Shemoth stretched out his left hand, which was clenched into a fist, and opened it. In his palm, a red gem flowed with a ray of blood...
Chapter completed!