.This round of attack on Cusco City's warehouse promotion failed again unexpectedly.

Daniel was not very clear about the situation on other fronts. However, in the direction of the attack arranged for him, the actions of the indigenous vassal army were really cowardly and wealth-guarding, fully reflecting what it means to preserve strength and perfunctory, which made him disappear even if he was angry.

Although Daniel issued a military order to attack the four vassals, the four corps commanders also slapped their chests before the war, saying that they would fight with all their strength. However, when things came to an end, they all kept enough reserves, and each dispatched a brigade's troops. Then the four brigades commanders kept enough reserves and each sent out a squadron. The next four squadrons... In the end, only four squadrons had a raid to the center of the front line with wooden sticks. The Incas on the opposite side thought they were here to collect the corpses, so they scared them all back after losing a few stones.

Seeing this situation, Daniel naturally gave up the idea of ​​sending regular troops to follow up. Just as he was thinking about how to write an official article "Our army fought hard for half a day, and had no inch to advance, so he had to retreat and make up for it", a new change suddenly occurred on the position.

"General Daniel, is General Daniel here?" A decently dressed Army colonel separated the crowd with scabbards and shouted loudly. The shiny golden epaulette looked particularly eye-catching among the dirty and haggard soldiers. He was wearing a clean uniform, with a big medal hanging on his chest, and olive oil on his head. It looked like a playboy who was spraying with perfume to attend the dance.

Daniel looked at his military uniform full of mold and ripped holes and frowned imperceptibly. "I'm here!" he said with an angry face. "What's wrong with you, Colonel Wenders?"

Colonel Wenders looked at Daniel, and a contemptuous smile appeared in his eyes, "Marson Cruzer ordered you to go to the front-line command center. There are important tasks that must be announced to you in person. Please move faster. The marshal's patience is not very good. Oh, by the way. It is best to change a decent piece of clothing. Although your place is so dirty that only pigs will like it, you can't get the stench of pigs, right?"

The colonel slapped his nose in disgust. Then he casually gave a not-so-standard military salute. Before the other party could reply, he turned around and left. Daniel looked at the back of the arrogant guy with a pale face. His fingers were white on the hilt of the sword, but he still didn't dare to do it. He had to crawl into his doghouse with a bad face and work hard to search in the ragged wardrobe with mushrooms with two orderly soldiers. He wanted to make up a few outfits that were still worn.

Before Daniel could change his clothes, the matter of the birthplace spread in the army just now, and there was a burst of lament.

"The skinned old pervert sent the big tobacco dealer again? Could it be that there would be any hellish orders!"

"I don't know, but there is absolutely nothing good. Please hurry up and write your suicide note!"

"Has that immortal staff member made some new tricks? Last week, he said he wanted to occupy the commanding heights and forced a brigade to do rock climbing, but he fell to death five or six hundred brothers. The previous week said he wanted to do airborne, and then encountered a thunderstorm. More than 20 flying ships were struck into coke by lightning... What else did he want to do now? That bastard who is useless except bloodline!"

"Not to mention those stupid bosses who don't know the world, what other advantages do you have in addition to bloodlines? Alas, look at it, if you let these three traitors and four fools continue to make trouble, everyone will be sure to explain it here!"

"If you die, die. You really can't live this life. Just let me have a good meal and drink a bottle of good wine. Take a shower with a comfortable and comfortable bath. Even if I was blown to death by a shell, I would admit it."

"I'm afraid of death, but I may not be safe. Our immediate boss is a famous necrophilia. He also has a necromancer around him..."

For the kings of the feudal kingdom, the generals who hold military power are always suspicious. The more troops the generals have, the more serious the monarch will be suspicious of him. In this battle of Cusco, the Elf Kingdom almost mobilized troops that swayed the country. If the commander was not the closest and most trustworthy person, Queen Akdina would rather give up this opportunity to win than deliver such a huge legion--even if she trusts the other party's loyalty, she must consider the problem of winning the victory after winning.

In this case, nepotism becomes the best choice.

Therefore, in the official announcement, the crown prince of the kingdom, the beautiful and noble Princess Alanita. Naturally, Princess Greyland will never share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers. In order to create a more ideal office environment, she and her group of palace maids did not enter the hot and humid frontier battlefield, but formed a base camp in the city of Tikal, which was almost a thousand miles behind the front line, and "remote command" the position of commander-in-chief, and carried out "long-range command" across the era...

It is obvious that the military technology level in this era has not yet exhibited such fun as digital transmission, instant communication and three-dimensional simulation remote multimedia systems. With the high cost and unreliable magic communication alone, His Royal Highness can only play the highest commander in spiritual agitation at most, or formulate a rough strategic plan with the assistance of his staff. As for actual tactical command, it must be grasped by the frontline generals.

But what guys are the commanders of the Elf Army sent to the front line?

The command team of the Western Expedition Army of the Elf Kingdom is a famous group known as the "Three Treacherous and Four Fools". Its reputation has been heard of even the Incas trapped in the city. An unknown literary and artistic hobby also compiled a dozen limericks and made a very insightful evaluation of this group of "famous generals":

Brain-dead intelligence slow pioneer,

Immortal General Staff God Logistics.

The turtle is buried alive,

The coach is thousands of miles away!

The three pure blood generals don't know,

The staff brags and sells cigarettes.

There are even skinned perverts,

Spiritual power is invincible!

Although the reputation of "Three Treacherous and Four Fools" is not very good, it is better than that of the other. There are all marshals, generals, dukes, and counts. Moreover, there are no grassroots families, all of which are noble families with noble blood and politically reliable. The only problem is that most of them are not good at fighting. Of course, military operations must always be subject to the needs of political struggles, and it is understandable that outsiders can command experts.

But birds of a feather flock together. Since the upper-level leaders are all this type of person, you can imagine what level they can achieve in this battle.

As one of the "Four Fools", Lieutenant General Daniel rode a horse with a hair that had mostly lost its hair. Following behind Colonel Vindes, the chief of staff of one of the "Three Jealouss", he waved his hand to rush the mosquitoes running around in front of him, while he was stunned by the white and agile tall horse under the Colonel ***, which was almost spurting fire from his eyes.

Due to food scarcity, the war horses on the front either died of starvation or were slaughtered by hungry soldiers. And Wenders was just a civilian staff member who never had to go to the position. Not only did he dress like a man, he dared to ride such a luxurious white horse. You know, the food for feeding a horse is enough to raise five or six soldiers! This is still the case without considering the drugs to prevent horse plague and disinfectants to clean up parasites. At present, due to the lack of medicine, magical techniques are not very effective. Every day, soldiers on the front line have wound infections that cannot be treated, and they die of tragic festering.

Moreover, this guy Wenders has done much more than these. He used his position as chief of staff to collude with drug dealers, embezzled military ship positions, and sold opium, marijuana and morphine to the empty frontline soldiers, and cultivated a large group of addicts in a short period of time. Military officers at all levels hated him for his own self-interest, but relying on the favor of Commander-in-Chief Marshal Cruze and the title of hereditary count, Wenders, who was shameless in asking for money, still did his own thing----According to the gossip. Marshal Cruze is actually the general backstage of the drug trafficking gang in the army, and always held the largest share of profit sharing...

The frontier position under Cusco was more than twenty miles away from Marshal Cruze's headquarters, all of which were muddy paths in the rainforest. The sky was gloomy and dark, and the annoying rain started to fall again. At first, sporadic raindrops hit the leaves, making a rustling sound; then the cool raindrops fell more and more. The water poured down like countless waterfalls, so that the two officers and their mounts were soaked. Lieutenant General Daniel's misty horse suddenly became angry. Even if he was whipped or stabbed with a dagger, he would not move another step. The unlucky Lieutenant General had to let the orderly officers take the horse back, and he was even more embarrassed to step on the mud all over the ground amid the sarcasm of the chief of staff, and walked to the command alone.

On a small earth slope deep in the rainforest, a small white building built with magic of turning mud into stone stands, surrounded by many elven-style tree houses. This is the front headquarters of the Western Expedition Army. This area is heavily guarded, with fortifications, and temporary construction roads are crisscrossing like spider webs.

The outside of the headquarters is a vast forest clearing, with many palm leaves scattered with sheds and bamboo buildings. It is a warehouse directly under the headquarters, a field hospital and a residence for military personnel. Although it is a bit simple, it is at least high and relatively dry. Here you can drink hot water and eat hot rice to rest your body and spirit. For soldiers who are soaked in the smelly mud all day long and even their toes rot, it is already a good place like heaven.

However, the center of this "heaven", which is the white building where Marshal Kruze lives, is a terrifying demon cave where everyone retreats. Even if you just watch it from a distance, you can feel the deep chill from hell.

Now, Lieutenant General Daniel stopped in front of this small white building and looked at the huge trench in the middle of the yard with disgust. As usual, piles of corpses lie horizontally and vertically inside the trench, emitting a stinking smell. White maggots were squirming in their noses, eyes and mouths, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

Even though he had been here several times, Lieutenant General Daniel could not help but churn and began to vomit. However, Colonel Wenders, who had a greasy and powdery face, rode his horse over the broken corpse as if nothing had happened, and was still in a mood to hum an unknown tune. Several sentries who were busy burying the corpse quickly stood attentively to salute him, and at the same time informed him in a long voice.
Chapter completed!