On the other side of the Four Realms River, the Central Army faced the battle camp in the direction of Yuancheng.

It was already dawn.

The camps here were originally neatly tidy - if you look at them from a high place, the soldiers lined up their tents like carefully sewn linens, which looked like a different beauty;

However, now, the beauty has been completely destroyed; an extremely ugly fold-lined hole was cut above the "sprinkle" and on this unpleasant scar, there were broken tents, injured soldiers and bodies whose blood had not yet dried up.

Marquis Moore Rooney, the leader of the camp, was so angry that he even turned green.

Originally, the Central Realm was regarded as the main defensive area by Duke Myrones. He believed that Phoenix would enter the Central Realm and rob and then attack Shen'en City. This was also a combat plan that Duke Myrones was more worried about.

Who would have thought that Phoenix was not interested in the rich and prosperous Central Realm at all, and directly attacked the Shen'en City;

This is a bit contrary to common sense, but it is indeed born.

Just a while ago, his old neighbor, the Marquis of the Cavalry, had just left here with most of the infantry and almost all of the cavalry - his goal was naturally to rescue Shen'en City, and there were not many defenders there.

Although he became the highest-ranking person here in name, he might have only more than 10,000 soldiers left;

The scouts returned that there were more than 10,000 soldiers stationed in Wangyuan City, only a few more than here;

Relying on these people to capture the mute bridge and conquer Wangyuan City?

Fortunately, the order given to him by Duke Myrones was just to defend the front; otherwise Marquis More would have wanted to suggest Duke Myrones to substitute him.

Of course, his mood is extremely bad now: just last night, those people from Wangyuan City actually attacked the night attack!

Obviously, during this month, they were all as cowardly as turtles;

But last night they went against the norm and took the initiative;

The gate of the bridgehead that had been locked for a month was opened, and hundreds of cavalry rushed out of the bridgehead of the mute bridge, then rushed into the tent of the Central Army, destroying everything they could see.

They overturned the camp tents and killed the soldiers who had just woken up. Some of them threw torches into the dense tents and lit the rain-proof oil cloth;

This is very lively.

The soldiers in the middle realm did not know where the enemy was or how many, but were just harvested in a daze;

Until the cavalry in the eastern border left, they still did not organize a decent resistance.

This is too embarrassing.

Soon, the report of the loss of the tent was delivered to Marquis Mor.

During this camp, more than 1,200 soldiers were killed, and more than 2,000 soldiers were slightly injured.

Not to mention the losses of tents and supplies; fortunately they did not attack the granary, otherwise a torch would throw it over, and more than 10,000 people would be in danger of disbanding or rebelling.

And the enemy's five hundred cavalry... let alone people, they couldn't even stay a horseshoe.

If the war is fought like this, it is impossible not to be dealt with.

More truthfully reported the battle situation to the Duke of Myrones in the Middle Realm through communication magic - if he didn't do so, the crime would only be even worse.

The rebukes should be sent tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, after all, the Prime Minister is very busy;

Before this, let’s deal with these people under your command...

Moore summoned the other nobles under his command and explained the damage to them;

In this regard, other nobles could only choose to endure... After all, they are marquises, and there is a gap in their status.

Marquis Mor did not intend to end it just by scolding him - after all, the problem still needs to be solved.

First, the camp’s alert work is too loose;

Since there was no movement across the river bank for a month, the soldiers responsible for keeping watch became more and more lazy, so they were passive and lazy, and the nobles did not take it seriously - after all, no one had fought much;

If the soldiers could report the situation in a timely manner, the tragedy of last night could have been completely avoided.

Secondly, the soldiers have also been too lazy recently.

These people either have no combat experience or have only fought with the Korri tribe. They really can't imagine so many tricks to fight with people... Of course, they can't be wary of it.

In the end, the enemy's momentum was too arrogant.

This is not only reflected in morale - everyone can feel that the morale of the Eastern Army is indeed much higher than that of the Central Army; for the past month, on the bridgehead of the Yaqiao Bridge, there have been torches light up every night and patrols.

In contrast, the Central Army is much more slack.

Moreover, the enemy also has the advantage of geographical advantages; neither the Mute Bridge nor the Wangyuan City behind it is easy to conquer.

If you lose to others in terms of momentum, it will definitely not work if you continue like this.

"So, do you have any ideas?" According to Marquis Mor's idea, it should be the time for these people to make up for their merits, and they should speak enthusiastically.

Unfortunately, things went against their wishes, and these nobles were silent.

The nobles' ideas are completely different from those of Marquis Mor: I was scolded by you just now. If you say the wrong thing now, wouldn't you be criticized again?

The great nobles who had real combat experience in the middle realm were basically transferred to the direction of the king. At this moment, those who were left behind were either some great nobles with no combat experience, or some small nobles with low status and age, at most, there were a few so-called "military history enthusiasts", so naturally they did not dare to speak much.

What can I do? Marquis Mor sighed heavily. If he could not fight a brilliant battle to punish Duke Myrones, it would be difficult to settle the score later... After all, the planning of the territory was a matter of a big stroke of his pen;

Especially the old neighbor Marquis Seon, his combat experience is much richer than that of himself; if he made great contributions when fighting the Eastern Army, even if the Prime Minister really assigned part of his territory as a defeated general to others, he would have to endure it...

Marquis Mor looked around the nobles—almost all of them lowered their heads and dared not look directly at themselves.

What is the glory of you as nobles...

……Wait.

Marquis Mor saw that among the dozen nobles, one of them raised his head and looked directly at him;

Judging from his appearance, he seemed to have something to say.

This man has a chubby round face, small but bright eyes;

His body is not strong, he can only be described as obese - from his appearance, he can see that his combat ability is quite limited.

Marquis Moor thought about it carefully before remembering who this person was.

Dabro Luel, the second son of Marquis Kerry Luel, another great nobleman in the middle realm;

His father and brother were both fat and good at planning and short-lived, so he did not participate in defense operations;

Dabro came here on his own initiative... It is said that he is quite interested in the military.

No matter what, this face still needs to be given to others.

Thinking of this, Marquis Mor nodded slightly at him, signaling that he could speak.

Dabro was not very excited about this - it seemed as if he had expected it.

He cleared his throat and walked out of the queue:

"I have a word, please listen quietly."
Chapter completed!