As night fell, in a small dark room in the dark city, a light yellow magic lamp continued to rotate, emitting a faint light.
On a table more than ten meters away, several leaders of the Ethiopian rebel army gathered together. Their eyes were silently staring at the huge map covered with the table, and deep worry flashed in their eyes.
"500,000... 500,000 troops..." Uncle Zhungeer looked at the map and murmured.
Not only Zhungeer, but everyone present did not have much confidence.
The Ethiopian rebel army is only more than 100,000 at full strength. This is still an army that has turned from darkness to light, not including a large number of ordinary people like farmers who have little combat effectiveness. Facing the 500,000 elite legion of the Holy Roman Empire, they can only be crushed for the sake.
It seems that the Holy Roman Empire has made up its mind to put an end to future troubles and formally restore the order in the province of Ebia, and there is no room for them to move around.
Juliana looked at the map quietly, frowning, thinking hard, with a dignified expression.
At this time, Lauren who was next to him "coughed", "Miss! In this situation, I'm afraid we have to trouble a certain big shot to support the situation. We agreed to his request, and he must show some sincerity." Yes… "
Juliana didn't answer. She naturally knew who the big man was. Just as she was talking, Ron opened the door and walked in.
"I'm in a meeting, hehe, how's it going, have you researched anything yet?" Ron greeted with a smile as soon as he came in. He was always very polite to his partners.
"Is the prestige over?" Julianna glanced at him sideways, and couldn't help but said, "Didn't I inform you of the meeting earlier? Are you here now?"
For some reason, she always disliked Ron, even if he became a strong man in the sanctuary!
It is not a trivial matter to set up the Scourge Church in one's own country and establish one's own faith. If Julianna hadn't been forced to do nothing, she would never cooperate with Ron.
"I'm just giving advice to my students about undead magic!" Ron smiled, his eyes fell on the map on the table, "How about it, have you figured out what to do?"
Facing Ron's cynical look, Julianna raised her brows slightly, with anger in her eyes, "There is a solution, but I have to trouble you, the young master of the Scourge Church!"
"No problem!" Ron patted his chest, "But I don't have much research on war or anything, you just need to tell me how to do it!"
Ron naturally knew Juliana's difficulties. Since he established his faith in the Kingdom of Ebia, he had to do something.
"That's good!" Juliana slapped the table and pointed to the map, "Look, Ron, this is the city of Amufa! It's more than 300 kilometers away from Manchester, no, Undercity!"
"This is the place where the Holy See's 500,000 troops stockpiled food. I got a tip that a large amount of food will be transported here recently!"
The food needed for the 500,000 army going south is not a small number. The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire are also people, and they also need food. There is so much food that the space bag cannot hold. Besides, the Holy Roman Empire is not as luxurious as every ordinary person. Soldiers are issued a space bag.
"I see!" Ron stared at the small city with a solemn look in his eyes, "What do you want me to do?"
"It's very simple! You lead your people from the Scourge Church to capture this place, and then... burn the food there!" Juliana showed a sinister smile in her eyes, "As long as there is no food, the Holy Roman Empire will be destroyed." Absolutely a headache, if the food supply for the 500,000 army cannot be supplied for a day, there will be chaos, and in the end, the Holy Roman Empire has no choice but to retreat!"
"How? Can you and your people do it?" Julianna raised her eyebrows, her eyes full of provocation.
Juliana threw the biggest problem and impossible task to Ron. Of course, she was just talking, and she didn't expect Ron to do it. She just wanted to suppress Ron's arrogance. If Ron En didn't dare to accept it, so she would naturally bow down in front of her.
Everyone gasped when they heard this. If the plan is successful, then basically there is no need to fight.
"Oh!" Ron narrowed his eyes and nodded lightly, as if he understood.
"Why? Don't you dare?" Lauchran couldn't hold back his breath, and said aggressively.
"Hehe!" Ron smiled slightly, glanced at Julianna and Lauchren, and said with a smile, "You don't have to provoke me! We are all grasshoppers on the same rope now, and no one can do without the other! It's up to me I will not refuse what I do, isn't it just a city of Amufa? I have accepted this task!"
"What?" Everyone couldn't believe their ears when they heard it, "You mean, your Scourge Church is going to complete this task?"
"It's not our Scourge Church! It's me!" Ron said calmly, "The necromancers stay here to protect the Undercity! I'm going to attack Amufa City!"
"You mean... you alone?" Even Julianna was stunned. This Ron is too arrogant. It is not an easy task. Important cities like Amufa generally have powerful defensive magic circles and magic crystal cannons. These things are enough for the strong in the sanctuary to drink a pot. On the battlefield, especially in defensive battles , the role played by the sanctuary powerhouse is very limited.
This is simply an impossible task!
"Ron, you have to think clearly, Amufa City is a heavily defended city, and there may even be strong people from the sanctuary standing there!" Catherine still cared about Ron very much, she took the initiative to say.
"I said it's okay if there's no problem!" Ron smiled at Catherine, thanking her for her concern for him. "Suppressing the city of Amufa and burning the food there is enough for me alone!"
At this moment, Juliana also recovered from the shock, and said lightly, "Ron, it's great that you can take over this task! But you have to remember, three days! It's only three days. If the task is not fulfilled within a few days, then, an army of half a million will descend on the Undercity, and by then, there will be no need for further planning!"
"Three days?" Ron pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I see!"
…
Among the winding mountains, a long dragon is slowly marching. The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire, some on foot, some on horseback, without exception, they are wearing heavy armor and well-equipped. A true portrayal of soldiers.
They are real professional soldiers, elites who have been selected to train in the army since childhood.
Walking in front were the elite cavalry soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire. They rode huge horses. These huge war horses were two heads taller than ordinary war horses. Their limbs were as thick as elephants, and their body muscles bulged out one by one.
It is said that these giant horses have the bloodline of noble monsters, and are superior in strength and endurance. Of course, the consumption of these giant horses is also huge, and the logistics requirements are extremely high. They need a lot of bean cakes for each meal. Among these special bean cakes Even meat is included.
Such elite cavalry regiments only equipped ten legions in the huge Holy Roman Empire. However, for this southern expedition to the province of Ebia, they dispatched two such elite cavalry regiments.
Riding a huge horse in front is a handsome middle-aged man.
Mechente is said to be the sworn brother of the current emperor of the Holy Roman Empire, Charles XXVII. As his right-hand man, he is highly valued by Charles XXVII.
Born in a noble family of the Holy Roman Empire, he has excellent royal blood and is also the supreme commander of this southern expedition army. He is an excellent soldier who has experienced many battles and has the strength of a great swordsman.
At this time, a griffin descended from the sky and landed firmly on the ground. Mechent reined in the horse's head and nodded faintly.
A griffin rider put his hand on his chest and saluted, "Report to the Marshal, we have penetrated into the province of Ethiopia, and it is only about 400 kilometers away from their headquarters in Manchester..."
"More than four hundred kilometers?" Mechent's brows stretched slightly, "Very well, maybe in a little more than a day, our Griffin Riders will be able to reach the skies over Manchester!"
After thinking for a while, Mechent asked, "Have you found any traces of the Ethiopian rebel party?"
"Report to the Marshal, no!" The Griffin Knight replied honestly.
"Not found?" Mechent smiled and said loudly, "Haha, it seems that these rebels knew the arrival of the army and began to shrink their troops, and all retreated to Manchester. If this is the case, it is a good thing. We A decisive battle can be fought in Manchester, and they will be wiped out!"
"In this way, maybe we will end the battle in a few days, and we can't say that everyone can rush back to celebrate the Bright God's Saliva Festival!" Mechent said with a smile. He has a good grasp of the situation. In his opinion, the It doesn't take so many troops to deal with the rebellious parties in the province of Ethiopia. Those guys with poor equipment and no fighting spirit are no match for the heroes and soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire.
"Master Marshal is wise!" The soldiers flattered one after another, and Mechent was also a little smug. For his combat career, which has experienced many battles, such a combat mission is not challenging at all!
"No! Marshal, your thinking is too simple!" At this moment, a crisp voice sounded, like pearls falling on a jade plate, very pleasant to hear.
While speaking, a pretty figure slowly walked over, and a faint fragrance appeared in the breath of this group of men full of sweaty smell.
A woman is wearing a white burqa and a veil, making it difficult to see her true face, and her body is full of holiness.
"My lord saint!" Mechent stared, lowered his head slightly, and looked respectful. In the Holy Roman Empire, the Holy See is a very special existence, and the saint under the Holy See is an awe-inspiring and inviolable object. .
"My lord saint!" The soldiers of the Holy Roman Empire saluted one after another. In the Holy Roman Empire, ordinary residents were more or less influenced by the Holy See, and soldiers were no exception. They did not desecrate this noble saint in the slightest. Heart.
The saintess glanced at Mechent silently, and said, "Master Marshal, I don't know if I should say something or not!"
"I don't know what the saintess thinks, you might as well say it, let's discuss it together!" Mechent tried his best to speak politely, but his heart was full of contempt. The saint is just a little yellow-haired girl, but she is a genius. He already has impressive strength at a young age, but when it comes to commanding battles, he is still far behind!
Mechent thought to himself, just find an excuse to deal with the saint, and don't let her interfere with his command all the time.
"Master Marshal, the Griffin Squad didn't find any rebels. It's not that they retreated to Manchester, but they were hiding among the civilians..." said the saint, "These rebels are extremely cunning. For the army, it is impossible to guard against... This is the real reason why our Holy Roman Empire has not been destroyed for many years!"