Lehart VII rolled over and took the magic telescope and map from his servant.

At this time, Aristotle, the leader of the Royal First Knights, walked up, knelt on one knee, and said with concern, "Your Majesty, we have been in a hurry for three days and two nights. Now we are trapped in Madon. This is very dangerous. If the army of the Holy Alliance attacks us, we have almost no ability to resist."

Lehart VII put down his telescope and unfolded the map in his hand, not looking at Aristotle kneeling on the ground, "No, let everyone hold on for a few more days, and stop and rest when we arrive at the Kingdom of Faló."

Aristotle did not get up after hearing this, and still advised, "Your Majesty, you really can't go on like this anymore. It has been a month and a half since we raided the Holy Alliance. During this period, we have had less than four days of rest. Both people and horses have reached their limits. Now, horses are exhausted every day, and soldiers fall down from the horse directly due to fatigue. Before they meet the enemy's large troops, they have already lost nearly 10% of the troops. If this continues, more and more people will fall behind."

"General Aristotle, this is a military order." Lehart VII's tone was also unquestionable. The old lion king spread out the map, drew a circle where everyone was now staying, and then drew another one in Saint Masa and threw it to Aristotle. "In half a month, I want to see the walls of Saint Masa, you can do it yourself."

The general hugged Lehart VII's trouser legs and cried bitterly, "Your Majesty, your Majesty think twice. These children are the elites of the empire. If they die in a war on the battlefield, I guarantee that no one will frown. But now we are on the enemy's territory. There are three thousand enemy rangers less than fifty miles away from behind. They don't have the courage to fight head-on with us, so they can only eliminate the fallen soldiers. Leaving them is equivalent to letting them die in vain!"

"It's not only war, but people die." Lehart VII said coldly, "General Aristotle, I'm old, but I'm not that old yet. I know very well what I'm doing now. If I need advice, I will come to you, otherwise you'll keep your mouth shut and take good care of your people."

After saying that, the old lion king turned around and prepared to leave, but what he didn't expect was that Aristotle held his thigh and did not let go.

Lehart VII's face pulled down, "General Aristotle, what does this mean?"

Aristotle also took the initiative to go out and gritted his teeth, "Your Majesty, as long as the troops can get enough rest time, no matter how many sacred alliance troops there were when they arrived in San Masa, I promise that the young men of the Royal First Knights will definitely defeat them. If they cannot do it, I am willing to come to see you. If this is not possible, then you will be exempted from my position as leader. I really have no shame to go back to see those children!"

"Very good, General Aristotle, from now on, you will no longer be the leader of the First Knights. You can recommend someone to take over your position. After that, I can send a small team of people to escort you back to the country." Lehart VII pulled back his legs and said lightly.

Aristotle kowtowed in tears, "Thank you, Your Majesty, the First Deputy Commander Burnett is very outstanding and can replace me. In addition, I cannot go back if the enemy has not been defeated. Please allow me to continue to stay in the First Knights as an ordinary soldier to serve the Empire."

"Well, tell Burnett to let him gather the troops, and we will set out after half a magical time."

After saying that, the old lion king turned around and left, took the dry food and water from the guards, and never looked at the former commander of the First Knights of the Royal Family again.

Chief of Staff Vader looked at Aristotle's back as he left in despair, with a little worried expression, "If you change commanders before the battle, the morale of the army may fluctuate. In addition, the middle-level officers of the Third Knights are basically promoted by Aristotle, and Burnett is his confidant. For stability, should Aristotle be transferred to the Third Knights?"

"No need, Aristotle is a little bit stubborn, but there is no problem with his loyalty to the empire."

"What I worry about is the others. The troops are in a bad condition now. Maybe some people will use this sign to do something."

"Charles could not suppress Aristotle's qualifications in the army. He put him in the Third Knights and caused trouble for Charles. Let him stay in the First Knights. If someone is really uneasy, he must pass his level first."

Vader no longer questioned what Lehart VII had decided, and the old Lion King then asked, "How is the situation of food and grass?"

"According to your request, we traveled lightly and simply brought food for a while, but we walked fast enough and kept collecting food along the way. At present, there should be no problem supporting us to walk to Fal'ao, but the trouble is that after arriving at Fal'ao, the church should hoard heavy troops there, and after mobilizing the war, it may be difficult for us to replenish the nearby villages."

"Well, keep the marching speed unchanged and arrive at the Kingdom of Fal's as soon as possible."

"Yes, your majesty." Although Vader was also confused about the order of the old Lion King to commit suicide, he did not express this doubt. Perhaps this is the difference between him and Aristotle. Over the years, Vader has faithfully executed all the orders of Lehart VII like a machine, because many people speculated whether he had no feelings or self-thought at all.

After asking about the situation of food and grass, Lehart VII listened to the reports of other senior military leaders. Only then did he have time to chew the dry food in his hand. It was a mixed cake of black flour and potatoes, which was easy to carry and was very hungry, but the taste was not very good. It was especially unfriendly for elderly people like Lehart VII. However, the Lehart family has a ancestral teaching, which was set when the army was first launched, requiring the commander of the army to eat the same food as ordinary soldiers. This rule is still preserved.

Seeing the old man swallowing the round cake in his hand with difficulty, the guards next to him looked away with difficulty.

After just a few bites, Lehart VII reached the agreed departure time. The old lion king put the remaining mixed cakes back into his pocket and turned his back on his horse.

The guard couldn't help but persuade, "Your Majesty, your health is important, otherwise it would be fine if we set out a little later?"
Chapter completed!