Mobilization is a very complicated matter. Eating, drinking, and Lazard Communication command line command is complicated and requires extremely high management and organization.
The level of mobilization in the North is still in the feudal era, and it is fast enough to gather thousands of troops scattered in more than a dozen cities in three months.
Bishop didn't even have an accurate map. He can only point to the approximate points on the map and ask the envoys of the cities to convey news and orders by themselves. Most of the time is spent in the long communication process.
It was for the purpose of formulating a feasible mobilization plan that Friedman Bucher sent people to the Northland to contact, communicate with various forces, and summon special envoys to sit in the same living room.
The whole day has been entangled in quarrels and wrangling. Each family has its own difficulties, and this kind of quarrel will continue for a few more days. At night, the talks ceased temporarily, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Bishop." At the end of the day's negotiation, Friedman called out his beloved general. He leaned on the seat, supporting his forehead with only one hand, trying to ease the troubles caused by the chaotic affairs.
In an era when communication relies on roaring, education relies on curse, and power relies on beating, it is very difficult to manage feudal territories. Friedman also wanted to abandon the responsibilities of the lord. Isn't it good to be a noble like a rice bug
The baron stopped, turned around and asked, "Your Excellency, do you have any more orders?"
"Sit down, Bishop, don't be so serious. I just want to chat with you casually and relax." Friedman is the lord, he points to the seat at the table casually, and he stands up and moves.
Bishopra opened the chair and sat down respectfully, ready to accept the lord's inquiry.
"You withdrew back from Dense Fog Town last time and said that you encountered a heavy-duty knight riding a mechanical earth-traveling dragon, using powerful bursts of magic equipment. The town’s defense line failed to block the opponent’s attack. Time is defeated."
Friedman stood in front of the window in the meeting room, rang the bell, and asked the maid to bring something to drink. The seated Bishop replied in an orderly manner: "Yes, my direct troops encountered a ground-fighting dragon.
Many people present can testify about this. Even the two stone golems failed to play any role, at most they consumed the opponent's attack. Afterwards..."
Friedman waved his hand, "No, I don't doubt it. I just heard that Victor Hugo in Coldwind City is riding a mechanical dragon."
Bishop's heart fell slightly, "Yes. This monster-like guy often patrols the inside and outside of Coldwind City on his mount alone, and this has been confirmed.
We once sent someone to assassinate Hugo. But the situation in Coldwind City is particularly weird, and any outsider will become extremely conspicuous. We have failed several times of incubation, and basically returned to no avail. "
Hum hum... ...
Friedman sneered, "Hidden failure? I think those adventurers who take money didn't even want to do it. Doing business in Coldwind City makes more money than bounties."
Bishop was silent about this.
"What makes me even more unexpected is that the person who defeated you last time turned out to be Victor Hugo. He killed him alone, completely ignoring the powerful force I have painstakingly recruited, and easily defeated him.
He not only defeated him, but also frightened the hundreds of units directly under your command. The next day, the armed forces that I spent a lot of money to build all withdrew. "
The maid brought spirits, and Friedman raised his head and drank a glass. The stimulus of alcohol excited his drowsy mind. He pulled out several papyrus-written newspapers from the manuscript at his desk and raised them in his hands.
"Look, Hugo wrote the entire battle in this so-called'newspaper'. He portrayed you like a harlequin, underestimating the enemy, advancing, scattered forces, cruel and bloodthirsty, greedy and shameless, and... Chicken-hearted.
All the lords in the North knew about this, and they must be laughing. Laugh at my incompetence, at the seemingly powerful Butcher family, at all things that can be laughed at. I know, I know all of it. "
Friedman's stout arms kept waving, gritted his teeth with bitterness. Bishop hurriedly got up, fell on one knee and begged for punishment-the battle lost six months ago was inexplicable, and no one had ever experienced such a useless thing.
"Punishment? Why is it punished?" Friedman shook the papyrus papers away and turned them into scraps of paper. "This is an unprecedented enemy. He is different from the enemy in the past.
Victor Hugo doesn't care about nobles at all, he has another system of governance. Those idiots under me know the terrible enemy, but they are not alert at all, they are still waiting for new jokes to appear.
Idiots don't know that we can't afford to lose and are still selling war preparations to the enemy. Those food and cloth are helping Victor Hugo to arm the new army, he will definitely fight over.
We can't lose, absolutely can't lose. Look at the fate of the long-legged family. If they lose, they will all be over. But I say again and again, but the idiots only know that I am blocking their way of making money. Really fight, what's the use of earning those gold coins
Bishop, you have suffered in the hands of Hugo and you know how good he is. So I do not punish you, I hope you can understand my painstaking efforts, I hope you can faithfully implement my orders. "
Friedman's voice vibrated in the room, and the wine glass in his hand burst in loud shouts. This was his voice from the bottom of his heart, and even the fear in his heart-the war with Coldwind City must not fail.
Upon seeing this, Bishop was loyal and immediately shouted: "Your Excellency, I understand what you mean, and I must wash away my shame. The next time I fight, please let me be the vanguard. I will either win or die!"
This attitude is still good, and Friedman is very satisfied. He stepped forward slowly, patted Bishop's shoulder, "I give you a chance, I hope you can cheer up."
"I must be in battle..."
"No, it's not just fighting.
One more thing, the idiots in the city are not so obedient. They are still trying to break through the threshold I set, and they want to continue doing business with the enemy in the north. I hope you can take care of those damn guys. "
what... ?!
Bishop gaped.
"How?" Friedman added force to Bishop's shoulder, his face solemn, "Loyalty can't stay in words. The family needs someone to stand up bravely to get rid of carrion and worms. This person is you."
Damn it!
What can Bishop say? If I knew it, I might as well be punished. Once this offensive errand is screwed up, it will be a target of public criticism-it is wrong, whether it is screwed up is a target of public criticism.
Maybe afterwards, the crowd was so angry that it would have to be used by others. Friedman clearly bears grudges, Bishop messed up the battle to determine the fate of the family, and his revenge came half a year later.
"Bishop, what is your answer?" Friedman's eyes suddenly became fierce, and he increased his tone. "Is it brave or cowardly? I'm waiting for your choice."
"I..." Bishop was full of bitterness, but now he knelt down on one knee, and he had no choice but to choose "brave", "Your Excellency, I am willing to eradicate dissidents in the family for the sword in your hand."
"Very good, very good." Friedman patted Bishop's shoulder with satisfaction. He reported the names of a few idiots. They were all high-ranking people in the city. There were even members of the wizarding group. They were all guys who'regardless of the overall situation, just make money'.
Bishop swore allegiance again after taking the order, and left the drawing room in a cold sweat.
After he left, Friedman sighed long and didn't move for a long time.
A layer of green light appeared in the living room. The rustling sound of snake tails can be heard in the darkness in the corner, and the glamorous snake demon, which is more than two meters high, slides out on the floor.
The Snake Demon is taller than Friedman. The shiny mullion looks at the head of the Butcher family patriarch from a bird's-eye view, spit out a snake letter, and grinned: "Sad reptile, I like your tricks."
Friedman turned his head and looked up, but his face was expressionless and he said nothing.