Moraso was not only the general of the Medical Committee during the past four months, but also an absolute general at home. The battlefield sketches that may appear between the two places of Prussia have long been ruined by him: "Prussia

Once crossing the line, then Italy. Although it is under the banner of complete independence, according to Italy's casual military style, they will have to wait until early October to take action at the earliest."

"Don't worry too much about the southern front." Kavey has made a lot of comments on the logistics plan in the past four months, and he is considered half an imperial soldier. "Governor Maximilian will win."

"The North Line is still troublesome."

"The Prussians' armament and assembly speed are much faster than we thought," Morasso said. "However, Marshal Brecht is still very capable of commanding troops and strategic qualities, at least in my opinion, not as good as

Old Maoqi is bad."

"Fortunately, neither Britain nor Russia will intervene, and France is also watching on the wall."

"It's okay, time is good for us, just drag it on and win."

Kawei looked at the rainwater flying outside the carriage window. Under the stimulation of the north wind, they suddenly hit the side and poured straight, woven a rain wall covered with lines, slapped the carriage like a drum.

On the roof, the sound of rain pouring down from the sky overwhelmed everyone's voice, and the sound instantly drowned out the carriage.

It's raining harder
Chapter completed!