Although the collapse of the Blue River Dam was a lot of trouble for this battle, it also opened up a relatively smooth inland waterway for logistics, which shortened the distance of military supplies on land transfer, greatly improving efficiency and speed. For a time, a long river channel surging, crowding the northbound transport fleet. Cannons of various types were dragged by mules and horses and swarming forward. The muskets on the military carriage were tied together like firewood and were struck by hemp ropes, and piles of slowly moved. Various flags fluttered in the wind, and thousands of civilians drove the carts and carried loads on the avenues. In a short time, Kent town accumulated a large amount of weapons and food, and the army and vehicles were back and forth. The dust raised made the small town seem to be shave sandstorms all day long, and the noisy voices scared the nearby birds and beasts to retreat.

At this moment, the vast New Naserier colony is like a huge giant. Before fighting with the opponent, he exhale deeply and exhale deeply, allowing the blood to run to every part of his impending force, waiting to release his entire body power in an instant at some point. Although the scale of the enemy is not on the same order of magnitude as that of himself, for the mainland council, which has no strong hands and is panicked, even if he uses a ox knife to kill chickens and spend money and food, it is better than accidentally letting the trapped beasts break out of the cage. After all, if you spend money, you can earn more, and if you lose the battle, you will have nothing left.

Under the repeated orders of the central government and the threat of the coming of the elves, it has become a consensus among the states that pull out the enemy's bridgehead at any cost. The troops originally planned to stay in the area have gathered one after another under Chairman Zena. If it were not for such a crisis situation, with the loose and sluggishness of the mainland meeting, Zena would have to argue for another year and a half to get along for the battle. The cards in her hand doubled several times, which naturally made the Chairman's Miss very happy, but the expectations for victory in the rear have also increased a lot. If the previous force of more than 10,000 troops could pass, as long as they could get a draw, now with 30,000 soldiers, they would have to win a beautiful game. Otherwise, they would have no face to see the elders of their hometown.

The troops were pulled up, but it took a certain amount of time to straighten out the disordered command system and truly form combat effectiveness. Although the supply of various materials was serious oversupply, and the militia officers who always believed in the "members have freedom to vote and soldiers have the duty to serve" were as obedient as rats who saw cats, but preparations were very complicated and still difficult to complete quickly. After all, the organization of tens of thousands of people is not something that these novices with no military experience can handle calmly at the moment. Often, troops who cannot receive food and tents come to the headquarters, and fight for water and camps. Because the military components this time are quite complicated, it is even more difficult to manage. Fortunately, this mess is enough to have self-proclaimed Chairman Dizena, the commander-in-chief of the Northern Expedition Army, and her staff members to deal with it. As long as Feili manages her subordinates well, she is still leisurely for a while.

However, he was soon entangled with another trouble.

***

"Fili! Are you playing tricks on me? You...what guy did you find for me? My people are almost smothered by these bastards!" Charlotte pinched his nose, his face turned pale. While sweating coldly, he looked strange like cramps or electric shock, and even had some tremolo in his words.

"You. Are you blaming me? Who am I so busy for?" Feili was also full of resentment. "It was you who came to beg me. He said he wanted to find a more powerful druid as a thug and mascot. I told Major General Winnie to help you become the introducer and find him. Even the agency fee was my money for you. You didn't admit it in a blink of an eye? Who is playing tricks on whom!"

Having said that, Feili's face was also pale at the moment. She had cast several air purification techniques on him in succession but still couldn't help it. In the end, she had to use the suspension technique to float up. Unfortunately, as the heat increased, the odor in the air became even more severe. He was not careful and was poured into several large mouthfuls of freshly excreted odor. His eyes suddenly turned black, his body shook, and then he fell down and fell into a mess.

"Mr. Winnie said that since your legion was named Raccoon Legion, he thought to recommend to you a relative who would transform into a Raccoon Druid. Unfortunately, there is no one to study in this unpopular major. Mr. Winnie couldn't find a suitable candidate for a while, so he had to find a similar one. This is Mr. Winnie's nephew. Although his ability is limited, the charges are also low. Even if there is no regular military rank or organization, it doesn't matter. So please just do it for now!" Little Grena pinched her small nose with one hand and pulled the source of the stench with the other hand. Although her expression was not very good, she was finally much normal than the two legion commanders. It was probably because she had adaptability along the way.

"How can you be so frugal? And how can you be like this? After coughing up this fallacy, Charlotte was so angry that he was so angry that he only shouted twice, and was almost blown by the strong stench that was poured into his throat. He quickly took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on his face.

Feeling slightly better.

"I'm glad to know you, respected commander of the Legion. These little guys have absolutely no intention of offending you. They really rushed along the way, so the smell was a little heavier. So please forgive me. I'll arrange for them to take a bath now." A tall and thin man in mountain dog leather clothes had a flattering smile on his face, dragging Little Grena with one hand and stretching out his hand forward. He seemed to want to shake hands with Charlotte. But looking at Charlotte's face unhesitant, he had to shrink his hand back brilliantly, and then added, "Of course, if you must like raccoons, just give us a roast chicken, and these cute little guys don't mind applying some paint to their bodies and make up, so that they can dress up even more raccoons than raccoons!"

Charlotte ignored this guy's bad idea, but glanced at the yellow, furry, little guys in the camp, who were squirming up and down, and his face turned pale, covering his mouth and nose with a towel, and shaking his crumbling subordinates with a musket. Then he pondered for a long time with pain, then waved his hand powerlessly, "Forget it, since you have arrived at this investment, you should stay. Anyway, these little things can't eat much. By the way, what's your name?"

"I am Duncan, my profession is a combat weasel druid." The tall and thin man smiled and handed over a business card, and took out a large stack of documents. "Sir, this is the food and accommodation bills for the little guys along the way. I filled them in the name of the Raccoon Legion. So please reimburse some, otherwise it would be a good idea for the creditor to come to the door."

This guy really knows how to climb up the rod!

***

Not long after the legion arrived in Kent Town, Charlotte told Mr. Great Druid Vini a few months ago that the "combat druid" that had spent a lot of money to recruit finally arrived with his animal companions with the stench of soaring into the sky. This combat druid was indeed extraordinary and had an extraordinary lethality. As soon as he arrived at the barracks, a large number of officers and soldiers fell to the ground with a pale face. Then, while stealing all the chickens from the town, Kent Town also fell under the cover of natural smelly clouds within a radius of several miles, which made these rookies who did not understand the cruelty of the war experience a painful long-term poison gas war exercise for free. Mr. Duncan's tactical forward-looking nature is indeed extraordinary.

Judging from the appearance, this rare weasel Druid has a similarity with his friends. His bones are slender, he has just reached Feili's chest, wearing a mountain dog leather jacket, his whole body is as thin as a yellow face, with a bright eyes, and a inferior cigarette between his fingers is the standard image of this man.

It would be fine if he had a bad appearance, after all, this is all born and he could not do it himself. However, this man is notoriously unhygienic and never had the habit of taking a bath. He was chaotic and greasy and could not stand the flies. He was rubbed casually and was a mud ball. He was so dirty that he couldn't even survive the bacteria. He could not help but cover his nose when he saw it. In addition, he was surrounded by thousands of weasels who liked to fart without any trouble. He could be called fish and geese along the way, and countless birds and beasts with overly sensitive sense of smell, and efficiently prevented the bad habit of raising chickens. Therefore, Duncan was hated by people wherever he went and was not welcomed. He was sent to the front line by the brooms of the people and the shotgun of the hunter.

Not long after these weasels came to Kent Town with their masters, a large number of female warriors and priests who were tortured by the stinking of nerves hurried into Feili's tent and asked him, the alchemist for strong fragrances or olfactory paralysis potions. Even the reorganization of the army was accelerated a lot - it would be too late. These little things really smelled ten miles away from the wind and three miles away from the wind. If you drag it down, you won't be fucked alive and you will permanently lose your sense of smell. Repeated disputes are a glorious tradition in the officialdom, but they have to depend on the occasion.

Amid the stench of soaring and the unpleasant vomiting, the pre-war rest, which was originally scheduled to take half a month, was over in a hurry. Chairman Zena didn't even say a mobilization speech, so he hurriedly got on the carriage and headed straight to the front line of the stone fort, not wanting to stay in the stinking military camp for a moment. The rest of the troops also fought for the ground to go on the road, fearing that they would smell the stench for one minute, and ran faster than a tiger chasing behind them.
Chapter completed!