Kordak had only seen Manhattan from a distance before. After all, he was just a captain. At this level, the chance to see the top commander of the Hawke Empire is still very rare.
Today, Kordak finally had the opportunity to see the honor of this legendary general of the empire.
Manhattan is tall, about 1.85 meters tall. Moreover, despite being an old man in his eighties, Manhattan's body is still tall and strong, and he walks with great grace, fully demonstrating what it means to be strong with old age.
His skin was dark and rough, and the wrinkles on his face were as hard and resolute as tree bark. Although his eyes are not very big, they always sparkle with an elusive light. If others want to deduce his intentions from his eyes, then this person will fail in all likelihood.
Manhattan has short silver-white hair, which is only about an inch long, but each hair stands as stubbornly as a steel needle. The silver-white sideburns covered the entire chin, which added a bit of roughness to the dark-skinned old man.
"Kordak, I've seen the general." Because he didn't know Manhattan's intention of calling him here, Kordak was very cautious when he came to Manhattan's military tent. but…
Kordak glanced at the two women behind him while he lowered his head. As his adjutant, Vera was reluctant to follow them. But why did Lanmir come with her? Could it be that these days, even generals can buy tickets to watch
"How is your injury?" When Manhattan saw the tall Kordak, a flash of admiration flashed in his eyes. This kid looked like a good material to be a soldier.
"Miss Tolanmere's blessing is almost good. It is estimated that she will recover in a few days." Kordak lowered his head slightly: "Speaking of which, I would also like to thank the general for his concern and appointing such an excellent priest. Come and save Kordak.”
"Hey! Such an excellent priest!" Manhattan couldn't help but smile. He looked at Lanmire behind Kordak, and then said with a smile: "Priest Lanmire, it seems that you are here in Kordak, so you can't comment. Low!"
"Hmph! As long as I, Lanmir, are here, where are the wounded who can't be cured?" Lanmir said proudly.
"???" Kordak and Vera were both confused. They both behaved respectfully in Manhattan. Why was Lanmire so casual when facing Manhattan? Doesn't she know the background of the old man in front of her
"Haha!" Manhattan didn't look unhappy because of Lanmire's performance. He laughed and then said, "I wonder if you still have the confidence to say this when facing Ms. Nancy?"
"Oh, Grandpa!" Lanmire acted like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl at this time. She glanced at Manhattan angrily: "Why do you always compare me with Ms. Nancy?"
"Grandpa?" Kordak couldn't help but be confused.
"Oh, I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to hide it from you." Lanmir said apologetically: "My full name is Lanmir Rodrades."
"..." Kordak finally understood, because the full name of Manhattan is Manhattan Rodades. Lanmire and Manhattan are actually related by grandfather and grandson...
"Lanmir is my only granddaughter." Manhattan also confirmed this.
"I was rude before, Miss Rodades..." Kordak wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Damn it, he had been chatting with this female priest a lot in the past two days.
And as they became familiar with each other, the content of the chat began to become less taboo. Regnar peeked at Annelotte taking a bath, Regnar peeked at Annelotte changing clothes, Regnar slept with the little loli Inelise like a beast...
(Regna: Boss, you have been specifically trying to hack me in front of Lan Mier for the past two days, right?)
If Lanmire was just an ordinary woman, even a high-ranking priest would not say such nasty things to her occasionally. But damn, Lanmire is the granddaughter of General Manhattan, and she is the only one in the family. If the old man found out that he told some random jokes in front of his granddaughter, God knows how this military boss would react!
Vera also knew the contents of Kordak's chat with Lanmire in the past two days, so when she heard Manhattan's words, her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Kordak complainingly, and then found that this guy was also pale at this time...
"Okay, Mr. Kordak, don't be like this. I didn't tell you my identity before, partly because I was afraid that you would alienate me." Lanmir smiled slightly: "I am just an ordinary military chaplain. There’s nothing special about it.”
"Lanmire is right." Manhattan looked at Lanmire with a flash of kindness in his eyes. He said slowly: "There are no generals' granddaughters in the army, only military chaplain Lanmire."
"Hehe! Grandpa is right!" Lanmir nodded with satisfaction.
"So." Manhattan's face suddenly became serious: "Priest Lanmere, what we are going to discuss now will involve our army's next action plan. Therefore, please avoid it!"
"Grandpa!" Lanmir pouted dissatisfiedly: "Then according to the regulations, Kordak is still my wounded soldier!"
"Okay." Faced with his granddaughter, it was difficult for Manhattan to reprimand him with a straight face. He said with some helplessness: "Go back and pray today. Don't embarrass grandpa."
"Got it!" Lanmir stuck out his tongue at Kordak and Vera playfully, then turned and left.
"She is the only heir to my Rodades family." Manhattan said softly, looking in the direction Lanmire left.
"Huh?" Kordak was a little confused.
"Because of her father, I have always felt that I owed Lanmire a lot." Manhattan continued: "So, since she was ten years old, I sent her to the church. I don't want her to accept us anymore. The influence of people has turned her into those aristocratic ladies that people call her.”
"Your son..." Kordak asked tentatively.
A trace of sadness flashed in Manhattan's eyes: "He died in battle while following the late king in the founding war."
"I'm sorry..." Kordak lowered his head slightly.
"It's just some things in the past." Manhattan quickly hid his emotions: "But now, because Lanmere grew up in the church, this girl is already twenty-six years old, but sometimes she behaves But she behaves like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Speaking of which, I didn’t expect this... "
"Uh..." Kordak was confused. He didn't know what Manhattan meant by saying this to him.
Manhattan turned to look at Kordak, and then patted his shoulder with encouragement: "I like you very much, kid. Maybe you will have a lot of interactions with her in the future. Maybe you can help me by then." Look after her."
"Kordak takes the order." Kordak said reluctantly against the murderous gaze of Vera behind him. What Manhattan said was really ambiguous, but with the status gap between him and Manhattan, how dare he refuse
Manhattan smiled slightly. He glanced at Vera who seemed to be looking unhappy unintentionally, and then waved his hand: "Okay, let's stop talking about these personal matters here! Do you know the reason why I called you here today?"
"Kordak is stupid."
"Stupid?" Manhattan suddenly grinned, and he lightly hammered Kordak's shoulder: "Speaking of which, you are really stupid. You actually came up with such a stupid way to crack Stoker's mage. Squad.”
"Seeing brothers falling down in pieces, I was a little dizzy at the time." Kordak said with a wry smile: "So I could only use this method in desperation, but fortunately there was no big trouble. .”
"But you can't expect such good luck to happen every time." Manhattan suddenly said with a serious look on his face: "As a soldier, what you have to consider is not how many good lucks will appear on the battlefield, but how many unforeseen circumstances! Think about it! Think about it! What if you can't withstand the magic bombardment of the mage team? What if you are not seriously injured but killed this time? What if the independent brigade suffers heavy losses because it loses your command? These, in your opinion When you rushed forward, did you ever think about it?"
"No..." Kordak lowered his head and said in a deep voice.
Manhattan continued: "It is certainly a quality that a commander must have to value each of his subordinates. But I hope you remember that for soldiers, emotions may be more effective than reason, but for a qualified commander, It is said that reason is always more important than emotion."
"Kordak will always remember the general's teachings." Kordak said seriously. Although Manhattan seemed to be accusing himself of being irrational in his previous behavior, Kordak understood that the old man was actually guiding him. Therefore, he listened carefully to every word of Manhattan. This is the experience of a veteran who has been fighting for most of his life. You can't find it anywhere else!
Next, Manhattan and Kordak carefully analyzed the battlefield situation at Outpost No. 2 at that time. Then the old man pointed out several shortcomings of Kordak's command at the time. Of course, he also praised Kordak for several things he did well.
It must be said that although Manhattan is an imperial general who commands tens of thousands of troops, he also has extraordinary insights into the command of small-scale battles. After listening to Manhattan's analysis, Kordak suddenly discovered that if he followed the old general's method of command, the casualties might be reduced by another 20%.
After Kordak realized this, his admiration for Manhattan grew stronger.
"Okay, let's stop talking about the previous battle." Manhattan took a sip of tea and said: "This is the first thing I asked you for. And the second thing is... I heard that you Do you have a good relationship with Mr. Regnar, the Director of Military Intelligence?"