Chapter 690
Looking at his face with excitement, his pupils staring at his Setter count, Loren wrinkled slightly frowned.
In the camp, Sete Braha, with red cheeks, didn't care about the eyes around him, gritted his teeth and waited for Duke Byrne's reply.
He kept trembling with the right hand of the sword hilt, as if trying to contain his emotions; the corners of his cracked mouth and bloodshot eyes had obviously not taken a good rest for a long time.
Has the fighting situation in Poye been so bad?
Before setting off, Loren had already made a rough estimate of the situation in Boye; the Great Princess, who was able to get a grand prince and had a very good face, sent a letter asking for help, proving that Boye was indeed in It suffered a disastrous defeat in the Centaur invasion.
But even if the defeat is so tragic, it is not eager to be like this-only in terms of the area of the territory, Boy Duchy is not inferior to Byrne; perhaps can't be called rich, but if it is In terms of strength, I am afraid that few Duchy can be mentioned on equal terms with Boye.
When the sixth generation of "sage" Brandon I went north to expedition to the Valley of Blood Skeletons, Boy Duchy was responsible for all the work of reconnaissance, sweeping, communications, and even logistics and guarding the wings of the front. Wanhu rides all over the north and south of Duanjieshan!
Assembling one hundred thousand Legion in local combat to defend the homeland is not difficult for each duchy; but wanting one hundred thousand people and one hundred thousand cavalry to expedition thousands of miles...that is another concept.
Such a strong Duchy is impossible even if it encounters an invasion. It was defeated in World War I, and it was a local warfare. It was temporarily frustrated at best; most of the requests for reinforcements also need to restore confidence and morale, and at the same time make up for losses. The elite core strength is nothing more than.
But looking at the expression of this set count, it is clear that it is already a rescuer, like fighting a fire, not as simple as "temporary frustration" in my imagination.
"Site Braha, who gave you the courage to speak like that?!"
Before the grumpy Angert could speak, Bocival, who looked angry, went first. He stood up and glared at Braha count: "Look clearly, where you are now; then show me clearly, who is the person in front of you!"
"Who gave you the courage, Talk to the Duke of Byrne like this?!"
The scarlet-eyed Braha didn't want to answer him at all, but he had to turn his head to defend him and said, "Didn’t I tell you before, we are Come..."
"I care what you are here for!" Bocival interrupted him directly and rudely, flies into a rage: "This is the camp of the Byrners. If you face the Duke of Byrne's rudeness in front of us, then you cannot be excusable..."
"Bosival!"
The calm and low voice interrupted him , The surprised and angry Bocival count turned his head, Loren Torino was already standing in front of him, coldly opened the mouth and said: "Sit down."
"Duke, I..."
"I said..." Loren interrupted him unceremoniously, his right hand pressed Bosval's shoulder, his eyes were cold: "Sit down!"
Quietly The needle in the camp was audible, and Bosval, who wanted to say something, was directly "pressed" on the seat by Loren, looking at his Duke in astonishment.
The others in the camp were blank, and had not yet realized what had just happened; only Act Count, who was sitting on Loren's side, glanced slightly and glanced at Angert Count.
He just deliberately didn’t stand up to stop Bocival; first, this confidant of Grand Duke Varna really needs to be beaten and beaten, and they should not be allowed to take Byrne’s support for granted. matter.
Secondly, it is for Loren, the Duke of Byrne. It is not enough to win prestige and war experience from the outside. It must also deter the counts in Duchy and prevent them from putting themselves too much. Seriously.
Well now... Faced with Eckert's gaze, Coldly Snorted's Angert rolled his eyes and turned his head directly.
It deserves to be the Duke of the Torino family who was able to confront the commander of Western border in court at the round table council and forced him to speak without careful diction.
"Just now, please don't take seriously, Bosval's count is just a momentary impulse."
Loren took a deep breath, and moved towards Braha count to reveal Gave a kind smile: "I hope our Boyfriends will not terminate their friendship with Byrne just because of this trivial matter."
"In the name of the Holy Cross and the Varna family, I I promise you absolutely not!" Sete Braha, who came back to his senses, said quickly: "It has nothing to do with Bocival count. I was too nervous and suddenly abrupt."
"hmph! "
Bosval, who was held firmly by Loren, was coldly snorted with disdain, but everyone present pretended not to hear it and bypassed the incident.
"In that case, can you please describe the situation in Boye in detail with us?" Loren immediately changed the subject:
"Although we received a letter of help , But Grand Duke Varna only told us that 100,000 centaurs entered the country, and we don’t even know the rest-we don’t even know where to rescue or where to meet him."
Looking at Loren’s With his expression, Sete Braha's eyes suddenly dodged, and he hesitated to say something: "Uh...I will explain this to you in detail after the rest."
"But before that, please forgive me for my rudeness. Tell me now-how many troops did Byrne mobilize to rescue Boye?!"
Turning back to this, the Lord Knights in the camp looked at each other in blank dismay with different expressions.
"This assistance to Boye is a joint decision by Byrne and his boss." Loren looked at the eager count of Braha: "There are a total of 1,000 Knights, three thousand Knights on foot, and phalanx infantry. Six thousand, three thousand knight-errant Knight and three thousand rangers, plus two thousand projections, luggage, and reinforcements, for a total of fifteen thousand people."
"Only fifteen thousand?!" One Blaha, with a surprised face, blurted out without even thinking about it.
There was an uproar in the camp, a pair of angry eyes glared at this Braha count.
"Yes,'only' fifteen thousand people." Loren looked at him calmly, his face sinking like water: "Your Grand Duke writes a letter asking for help is a hundred thousand urgent, we only have four days to assemble an army northward. , Which also deducted two days of preparing materials and discussing the route."
"In two days, 15,000 people are already within two days. Byrne can gather all the elites. "
Looking at count who was glaring at him, and the expressionless, too young Duke, Braha count, who knew he had said the wrong thing, quickly changed his words: "Sorry, I I’m not accusing you, I’m just saying..."
"If you can describe in more detail the current situation of Boe, or the specific force comparison between the two sides, I can of course give an order to dispatch in the rear. Several counts of ”continue to send reinforcements.”
Loren frowned: “But the premise is...we need time and the most critical intelligence at the moment.”
“I will do all of these I told you, but 15,000 people are really far from enough!"
Sette Braha was so anxious that he was so excited that he almost couldn't speak clearly, looked towards Loren at a loss: "My Lord Duke, I really don't want to say this, but the trifling of 15,000 people...has no influence on Boe's battle. Just the centaur chasing us is far more than..."
In the middle of speaking, he stopped abruptly, his body shook suddenly, his entire face was pale and bloodless!
There is dead silence in the camp.
"What are you talking about, there is a centaur chasing you down, right?!"
The enraged Eckert Count directly stood up, his voice thunderous:" The centaur army with more than a thousand heads that we wiped out today is not intended to surprise us, but to block your retreat, right?!"
"I..." Panic Seth · Blaha hesitated to speak, his pupils dilated and panic.
"Say!" Eckert rushed over and pulled Set's collar to lift him up in the air: "Say, how many are there?!"
But the terrified Blaha count couldn't say a word, just shivering constantly.
"Duke, we have to retreat from here!"
Eckert Count threw him directly on the ground, suddenly turned his head and looked towards Loren, his eyes solemn: "There is nothing here. Covered prairie! If you can’t rush back to the fortress of Qiaowang Peak before midnight, and the middle of the road is blocked by tens of thousands of centaurs, then we will..."
Before he was finished, the dull horn sounded. Already sounded suddenly!