Chapter 65: Military Envoy for Observation

  To welcome the arrival of General Rul, commander of the Sixth Legion, General Adrick personally walked out of his tent to greet him. Looking at the man in front of him, who was helped down from his horse by his attendants, Adrick felt a pang in his heart.

  It's simply unbelievable! The people in charge of military operations are all madmen! How can they send such a guy to cooperate with our 13th battalion? Putting a rabbit and a lion together? Whoever came up with this plan should be hanged!

  No matter what, the arrival of the Sixth Legion was as allies, and Adrick, though unwilling in his heart, did not show anything on his face.

  This General Rour showed great enthusiasm, dismounting and adjusting his appearance slightly before giving Adrick a bear hug. He was tall and stout, and the hug had quite a bit of momentum to it. Immediately afterwards, Rour's loud voice boomed out in laughter: "To be able to fight alongside the Empire's most famous Iron Army, this time the entire Sixth Legion is deeply honored! Although we've known each other for many years, this is actually our first time fighting side by side and killing enemies together! With the Thirteenth Legion here, I'm sure those people from O'Din will be trembling with fear!"

  He not only has a tall and majestic figure, but also has a loud and clear voice when speaking, with an extremely bold tone. If you don't know his identity, just looking at this demeanor would make you think he's a man full of heroic spirit, who would have guessed that this is actually the famous rabbit general of the empire?

  Adrick smiled, but not really smiling, and not not smiling either. He just coughed lightly and gently broke free from Rur's embrace. With piercing eyes fixed on Rur, he spoke in a low, measured tone: "General Rur, since this time the military district has ordered us to form an army, I will naturally obey orders. However... on the battlefield, I hope the Sixth Legion can fulfill its duty as comrades-in-arms. Our Thirteenth Legion will go and gnaw at the hardest bones. I only hope that when we turn our backs over to our comrades, they won't disappoint us!"

  Lu's face didn't show the slightest hint of embarrassment - with his reputation, he had heard such distrustful words countless times over the years, and his skin had long since become thicker than city walls. He simply laughed: "Don't worry! Our Sixth Legion may not be an ace unit, but we absolutely won't drag down the Thirteenth Legion's legs!"

  (You wouldn't hold us back, of course. At the first sign of danger, you'd be long gone...) Adric's eyes twitched.

  "Ahahahaha! Alright, General Adrick, let me introduce the special envoy from the Military District. Sir Bonfret, from the Imperial Ministry of War, he arrived at my troops two days ago with orders from the Ministry, and this time he has been ordered to serve as a frontline observer, hahahahaha!"

  As soon as he heard the name "Bonfret", Adrick's face, which had been barely maintaining a calm expression, changed in an instant!

  Rouron stepped aside, and behind his massive bear-like physique, a figure emerged.

  Sir Bonfret had been standing behind Ruhr all along, but Ruhr's physique was too massive until General Adrick saw the frontline observer Mr. at this moment...

  "It's absurd! How did the military department send such a moron?! Adrick's face suddenly turned gloomy without any disguise!"

  Behind Rour, Sir Bonfrere, of medium build and slender figure, wore a suit of exquisite silver armor, the most popular retro-style sacred knight armor in Osgiliath this year. This armor has two biggest features: First, it's gorgeous! The entire armor is wrapped in a layer of silver plates, shining brightly, with a convex shape on the chest plate, engraved with delicate patterns, and even dyed with red poppy juice on the patterns, with silver thread and gold wire stitching at the joints.

  The shoulder and arm guards were polished thin, the slightly curved shape looked particularly heroic - but from a warrior's professional perspective, this hollow flower-patterned iron plate could be pierced with just a light poke of an iron sword.

  So, the second characteristic of this armor is: fragility.

  This set of things is more like a luxurious noble attire than armor.

  Sir Bonfret himself was also born with a handsome appearance, he is thirty-three years old this year, but his face is as white as a woman's, with delicate features and a pale complexion that seems to be sickly. A pair of slender eyes, the corners of which are slightly raised, seem to have an air of charm from birth.

  He stood in front of General Adrick, wearing this magnificent armor, but it only accentuated his slightly androgynous demeanor, with a hint of fragility. He smiled faintly, his smile containing three parts shyness, raised his hand, lightly covering his nose, wearing spotless white silk gloves on his hands...

  He walked right up to General Adrick, his gait and demeanor more befitting a stroll through a ballroom than a military camp.

  Seeing such a gentleman, Adrick's face suddenly became as ugly as possible!

  Because, although General Rourk is a runaway general with a bad reputation, at least he can barely be considered a soldier and has been to the battlefield - but this Sir Bonfret...

  Alright, if Ruhr's nickname is "Rabbit", then this Mr. Bonfretti is a real "Rabbit"!!

  This beautiful jazz is known by everyone in the imperial capital.

  He is currently thirty-three years old, born into a noble family of the empire, unfortunately not the eldest son and cannot inherit the title. However, due to his handsome appearance, he has been the most famous beauty in the imperial capital since his youth. Most importantly, he has a famous lover!

  This lover is now the Crown Prince of the Empire!!

  It is said that the Crown Prince does not love women, but rather has a fondness for men. And this Baron von Fret, he is the Crown Prince's number one favorite! In recent years, due to his favor with the Crown Prince, Baron von Fret's position in the imperial capital of Osgilia has risen sharply, and his power and influence are evident to all. Who among the nobles in the imperial capital does not know this baron who has gained wealth and glory by selling his body?

  How could such a person be sent to our own army? What is the military department trying to do?!

  Adrick's face turned iron-gray, and he exchanged a glance with the gentleman. He grunted, barely containing his anger, nodded slightly in greeting, and then turned to walk into the large tent.

  "Hmm." Sir Bonfret also let out a dissatisfied hum, and Ruru chuckled beside him: "Sir Bonfret, you must be exhausted from the journey. Why don't you head back to your tent and rest first?"

  The handsome man's face showed dissatisfaction, and he covered his nose, saying in a sharp voice: "I was ordered to serve as an observer, with military orders on my person. How can I be lazy?" He frowned: "The smell here is really unbearable. Is it so smelly in every military camp?"

  "Ah, you're welcome to use my tent first, it's definitely been kept very clean. I'll send someone to invite you when the military council meeting starts."

  The courteous Ruhr politely chatted with him for a while, then had several attendants escort the noble gentleman away. General Rabbit scratched his head before walking into the large tent.

  As soon as he entered the main tent, he saw Adrick's angry eyes. Rour spread out his hands and said loudly: "Don't blame me, bringing him here wasn't my decision either. The military order from above, I can only bring him along with me on the road."

  Adrick sat there, twirling the dagger in his hand, and sneered: "Sending a knight like this to the front line, doesn't His Highness worry that his beloved will die on the battlefield?"

  Rour himself found a position to sit down, looked at the position of his personal soldiers standing outside the tent, and lowered his voice with a haha laugh: "I think this guy has come here, there are two possibilities. It's not necessarily a bad thing, dear General Adrick!"

  "What?" Adrick scowled, the scar on his face twisting: "Sending a guy like this to my army is utter nonsense!"

  "It's possible that the Emperor himself, not the Crown Prince, ordered him to be sent here! The Crown Prince and this knight have been getting along too well lately, and with the Emperor's health declining by the day, it's only a matter of time before the Crown Prince ascends to the throne. But having a male favorite like this knight around makes the Emperor uneasy - he must worry that the Crown Prince will continue to favor him over women... Ha ha ha! After all, no matter how handsome this knight is, men can't bear children! So perhaps the royal family would be left without an heir! That's why it's possible that the Emperor deliberately ordered him to be sent to the front lines, hoping he'd die there and put an end to the Crown Prince's infatuation!"

  Adrick put the dagger back and furrowed his brow.

  "There's another possibility... that the intelligence we received earlier was accurate, and this place isn't actually the main target of the Odinians' attack, so they're carefree about sending this guy here... Heh heh, maybe it's the intention of the Imperial Palace to promote this knight, so they gave him an observer envoy identity to come here and gain some experience, just a bit of gold-plating."

  Adrick hummed, but thought to himself: Maybe he knew about your escape skills, Ruruk, and put this annoying guy by your side. Even if there's danger, with you as the escape expert, he'll be safe.

  The two generals looked at each other, each with their own thoughts. Rour hesitated for a moment, then said seriously: "My troops are right behind me and will arrive here early tomorrow morning - one light infantry battalion and two heavy armored infantry battalions. I left the baggage train behind, it was pressing to hurry up, so I brought my personal cavalry squad ahead of time."

  Adrick sighed, stood up, put down the map on the wall, and pointed at it seriously: "Don't mention anything else, the vanguard of the Odin people has already appeared in Albaqet. The last scouting mission encountered them about 150 miles north, with Icefield Hunters serving as scouts. You should know that only the elite troops of Odin can be equipped with Icefield Hunters as scouts."

  As he spoke, he seemed to be intentionally malicious and smiled: "Perhaps this time we will meet your old friend, Hastings!"

  Rouru's face twitched, and he shook his head with a stern expression, saying: "Even if we encounter Hastings, it will be nothing but a desperate battle! Moreover, with the presence of your Imperial Lion Commander's 13th Legion, we are not afraid of him even if he comes!"

  Although he spoke well, Adrick smiled coldly and said solemnly: "General Rour, since we are cooperating, I will say it first! The hardest bone was undertaken by my 13th battalion alone! However, we are ultimately cavalry, when the two armies meet, the Sixth Battalion must hold the center tightly! My cavalry is responsible for flanking and circling, you just need to hold the center and not retreat a single step!"

  Rour chuckled: "It seems that your esteemed army still has some apprehension about my reputation." The rabbit general stood up, walked to the map, pinched his chin and looked at it for a while, then pointed to a location on it: "Here, the terrain here is most suitable for a decisive battle. We'll wait for the Odin people to come here and defeat them in one battle. I think Albacker may not be their main direction of attack."

  He paused, took a deep breath, and stared tightly at General Adrick's eyes: "I'll be straightforward too! My men are infantry, so once the battle goes awry and we need to retreat, the task of covering our rear can only be left to you guys. Four legs are faster than two, after all."

  Adric's eyes flashed as he pinned his dagger to the map: "It's settled!"

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  When Xia Ya returned from patrol, the sky had already completely darkened. He was not on duty tonight, and as soon as he returned to his tent, he saw Kevin sorting out equipment. The bald man was excitedly wiping down a war hammer, with sparks flashing in his eyes.

  "What's wrong?" Xia Ya looked at the bald man who was actually wearing boots.

  "Don't sleep tonight, we'll set out before dawn!" The bald man laughed and patted Xia Ya: "Get ready! According to our tradition, the general will personally lead the first flag team on the road first, and our Imperial Guard will naturally follow the general."

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