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Brando knew that this was an agreement.
"Your Majesty, I will be leaving now."
"Ah."
After leaving the palace, Brando did not stop outside the door and went straight to the coalition camp.
He was planning to join forces with Lake, no, with Zhang Mu, but before that, he needed to confirm whether Zhang Mu could meet the standards in his mind.
The confirmation method is simple.
The coalition forces are about to engage in battle with Zhang Mu, and there will naturally be plenty of opportunities for observation during the process.
As for whether Zhang Mu was willing to form an alliance with him, Brando was not worried about being rejected. At that time, he would show enough sincerity and the benefits that Zhang Mu would definitely agree to.
Thinking about this in his mind, Brando came all the way to the coalition camp, and was led by a soldier into the commander's tent.
"Mr. Brando, why are you here?"
The leader of the coalition forces was a magician.
Unlike the elegant image of a magician, he is burly, with strong facial features, neat short hair, and a bold demeanor. His daily behavior also gives people a rough feeling. If he wasn't holding a magic wand in his hand, others would have thought he was a knight.
Brando glanced at the sand table in the middle of the tent, then looked at the coach's changing eyes, and said, "Marshal Novak, please don't misunderstand, Lagu has no intention of participating in this battle."
Novak didn't seem to care, and his face showed no disappointment or joy: "Then you..."
Brando smiled and said, “You know, last year Lagu planned an attack on Lake, but unfortunately, it failed.
We were basically wiped out and suffered heavy losses, so we are unable to help in this campaign.
But after all, it is the will of God, and doing nothing would be disrespectful to God."
"Hahaha..." Novak laughed so loudly that the tent began to shake. "With the help of Mr. Brando, Lake will definitely lose this battle!"
"No, the help given by Raghu was not from me."
Novak's laughter choked, and then he wondered, "What is that?"
"intelligence."
Although his side had an absolute advantage in terms of both military strength and the number of high-level professionals, Novak did not arrogantly reject the intelligence, but instead took it seriously.
He first dispersed the guards and staff, then used magic to block the sound from coming out: "You can speak now."
"Do you know Zhang Mu?"
"Of course, it is a heresy determined by God himself."
"From another perspective, he is by no means simple."
Novak pinched his chin and thought: "It is true. Ordinary people are not capable of attracting the attention of gods."
"The information I want to talk about is related to him."
"Oh?" Novak's expression became focused.
“He was the one who defeated Lagu’s 100,000-man Thorn Legion last year.
It is embarrassing to say that he had less than 8,000 soldiers at that time. ”
"Eight thousand professionals?" Novak was a little surprised. "He is just the mayor of Gul City. Where did he gather so many professionals?"
"No, they are all ordinary people."
"Uh..." Novak choked for a long time before asking in confusion, "Ordinary people?"
"Yes."
"Please forgive my rudeness, Mr. Brando. Unless all of your 100,000 soldiers lay down their weapons and surrender, I can't think of any reason to lose."
"Zhang Mu has a secret weapon that he obtained from the maze."
"Secret weapon? What kind?"
"Unfortunately, we were repelled before we even saw it." Brando looked embarrassed.
What secret weapon? How could it be so powerful?
Novak frowned, but soon relaxed: "So what if I have a secret weapon?
So what if you can repel 100,000 soldiers?
This time the coalition forces have gathered a million soldiers!
This does not include the reserve forces, and our number of Saint-level soldiers far exceeds that of Lake."
Brando didn't think Novak's remarks were arrogant.
The coalition forces had about five saints that could be mobilized. Lake originally had five men as well, but two of them died and two were seriously injured in the civil war.
To be fair, no one would think that Lake had a chance of winning if they were to predict this war.
So Zhang Mu.
Brando looked at the ground with fanatic eyes. Come on, prove yourself, prove that you have the ability to become king.
Novak saw him bowing his head and keeping silent, and mistakenly thought that he was worried that he underestimated the enemy, so he smiled and comforted him, "Sir Brando, please relax, there is no possibility of failure for the coalition forces.
Um...are you in a hurry to go back?"
"Not in a hurry."
"Then join the army and witness Lake's demise with your own eyes."
"Since it's your invitation, Brando has no reason to refuse."
"I'm hosting a banquet tonight to celebrate our inevitable victory in advance."
"Victory belongs to the coalition." Brando bent down slightly, and slowly raised the corner of his mouth out of Novak's sight.
"Hahaha...you're right. I'm sure the Lake soldiers are trembling in fear at the might of the coalition forces!"
In a way, Novak was not wrong. Lake's army was indeed unstable at this time, and of course the First Army was not among them.
The First Army was facing 8,000 against 100,000 in the first battle. Having come out of such a dire situation, they were not afraid of the enemy who outnumbered them.
They firmly believed that Marshal Zhang Mu would lead them to victory.
The problem lies with the changed Lake Corps.
Zhang Mu passed through the portal to Lake and went outside the city to make a final inspection of the legion. He then discovered that Lake in the past really did not attach any importance to the ideological construction of the legion.
Although this group of people were lined up neatly, dressed uniformly, and had been training for a year and were able to wield their weapons skillfully, Zhang Mu felt that they were not worthy of being called soldiers.
Perhaps it was because it was still too early for the war to start, and they lacked a sense of reality and could barely maintain their courage.
At this moment, war is about to come, and these soldiers are obviously shrouded in the fear of death. They always look panicked and distracted during training.
Dam complained to Zhang Mu that he had whipped them cruelly, but the situation did not improve.
Zhang Mu didn't have any good way to turn the situation around, but he wasn't very worried.
Once the magic weapons demonstrate their power and kill the high-level professionals whom the soldiers used to regard as gods, they will regain their courage.
After knowing roughly what was going on with the corps, Zhang Mu did not linger and told Dam to perform his duties. He then rushed to the armored corps that was undergoing secret training in the mountains.
"Captain Dam, what are you looking at?" At the end of the morning training, a soldier came over with a rifle.
Dam turned around, saw the man's face clearly, and smiled a little on his serious face: "Bar, aren't you going to have lunch?"
Looking at the crowded open-air cafeteria, Bal shook his head and said, "The food is quite filling. I'll wait until they finish eating before I go."
"Then sit down for a while." Dam sat down cross-legged on the ground.
Bal followed suit and sat next to him: "You don't seem very happy today."
"Kind of."
"Why? Can you tell me?"
"There are many reasons." Dam couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the soldiers fighting for food in the messy cafeteria.
They were not like this originally. After a year, they had already learned the basic rules, but now...
“Why are they grabbing food? Are they afraid they will die tomorrow?
Even if Lake is defeated, the enemy will not kill all the soldiers, at least they will not make things difficult for the lower-level soldiers. "Dam said depressedly.
"Hmm..." Barr looked at the cafeteria, "You probably don't understand them very well..."
“I really don’t understand them.”
“Hehehe…” Barr chuckled and said, “They think they are cannon fodder, the first group to be sent to die after the war starts.”
Dam opened his mouth in astonishment, and after a while he said, "Are they idiots?
The Marshal provided them with meat for every meal and gave them the best weapons, just to send them to their deaths?
Also, why don't you consider the possibility of defeating the enemy yourself?"
"The coalition forces...are too numerous." Bar scratched his head, "You may not know, but before I was transferred to the capital, I was responsible for guarding the border.
The number of soldiers in the coalition forces... is at least one million."
Dam seemed to remember something and turned his head to look at him: "Speaking of which, I transferred you to the capital... You came here more than a month ago, right?"
"Ah."
"Do you know who gave the order?"
Bal was bewildered and asked, "How would I know? Um, Commander Dam, don't you know either?"
It’s weird.
Dam was even more confused.
Bal was trained under his own command, and the order was given by the king himself.
Moreover, when he rushed from the border to the capital, he did not ride in a carriage himself, but was picked up by a griffin knight.
Such a grand ceremony alarmed the king... Could it be the Marshal?
That should be it. The Marshal just reminded me that I don't need to hide the magical weapons from him.
Is there anything special about him?
Dam narrowed his eyes, studying him closely.