Britannian Empire, Rhine Front, Taal Stronghold.

The Tal stronghold is a small stronghold located on a foothill of the Rhine Front, responsible for monitoring whether there were scouts from the Frank Empire or the Franks who planned to smuggle the mountain path to approach the Britannian Empire.

There were about 400 soldiers stationed in the base, and no civilians lived in it. The daily supplies required by the defenders of the base were transported from the foot of the mountain.

On a watchtower in the Tal stronghold, two soldiers were chatting while monitoring the movements and movements outside the Tal stronghold.

These two soldiers, one old and one young, are from the same village. Because they are fellow villagers, even though they have a big age difference, they are still very good friends.

"I have been here with the Knights of Gabriel for 20 years." The veteran said to the young fellow villager beside him in a proud tone. "In the past 20 years, I have fought eight battles with the Franks. There are 21 soldiers of the Frank Empire who were killed by me with my own hands."

This veteran is a squadron leader who has been in the Knights of Gabriel for 20 years. He usually likes to tell his juniors the most and boast about his achievements.

And his young fellow villager also likes to listen to him telling about his glorious history, so when they chat, they always have a lot of fun.

"I always hear people whispering the Franks' fighting power, saying how fierce and fierce the Franks are when fighting."

Speaking of this, the veteran's eyes appeared with disdain.

"Those people are talking nonsense. I have fought a battle with the Franks for half my life, but I have never seen the Franks be able to fight anywhere."

"The Franks, like the Britannians, have one head, two hands, and two feet."

"When you meet the Franks, just be sure to stick it up and hit him. On the battlefield, courage is a very important thing, and courage can make up for a lot of things."

"I still remember 8 years ago..."

...

The veteran talked freely, telling his experiences and experiences of fighting with the Franks.

The young fellow villager standing beside him kept looking at him with longing eyes.

When the veteran stopped and swallowed his saliva to moisten his dry throat, the young fellow suddenly sighed:

"Oh... I don't know when I will have the chance to go to the battlefield to fight the Franks..."

This young soldier joined the Gabriel Knights three years ago and has been stationed on the Rhine Front for three years.

Because the Rhine Front has been peaceful and quiet over the years, this young soldier has never seen a real Frank soldier now.

This is naturally a very uncomfortable thing for him who is eager for military merit.

After hearing what his young fellow villager said, the veteran was a little stunned, although he comforted his young fellow villager:

"Don't be anxious, young man. You will always have a chance to go to the battlefield."

"Although the Rhine Front has indeed been peaceful over the years, it is only a matter of time before a large-scale conflict arises between our country and the Frank Empire."

"After all, we and the Franks have long been in a state of dying..."

Flutter, flutter...

At this moment, a strange sound in the sky attracted the attention of the veteran and the young soldier, forcing the veteran to stop his words.

The two of them looked up at the same time in a tacit understanding.

I saw a white dove flying south with its wings.

Looking at the dove flying farther and farther above his head, the knowledgeable veteran frowned slightly and murmured softly:

"It turned out to be a carrier pigeon..."

As soon as the veteran finished speaking, the young fellow villager beside him asked the veteran with curiosity:

"Is that a carrier pigeon from our army?"

"I vaguely saw the pigeon just now with a black cloth strip tied to its feet. If I read it correctly, the pigeon just now was indeed the pigeon of our army."

"Our army's carrier pigeon..." The young soldier raised his head again and looked in the direction where the pigeon just disappeared. "This is the first time I have seen our army's carrier pigeon flying in the sky... Hum? What's wrong with you? Why are you serious?"

At this time, the veteran looked serious and frowned.

"It's strange..." the veteran murmured in a deep voice, "The carrier pigeon should not be used unless it is absolutely necessary and cannot be used... Could it be that something happened..."

"Hey? Why can't you use a carrier pigeon unless you have to?" the young soldier asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Because the pigeons are not safe," the veteran replied. "Although the speed of using pigeons to convey military information will be very fast, it is quite unsafe."

"First of all, carrier pigeons are easily intercepted by the enemy. If important military information falls into the enemy, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Secondly, we completed the message transmission through the pigeon's return nature. Even if we were not intercepted, the pigeon would not be able to return to his nest successfully. In other words, if the military information is transmitted by carrier pigeons, it is not guaranteed that the military information can be transmitted on time."

"Precisely because of the fatal flaws that we will only use the messenger to convey military information unless we have to do so."

After answering the question of the young fellow villager with the simplest sentence, the young fellow villager once again raised a question to the veteran:

"Go home, homecoming sex? What is that?"

This time, the veteran did not answer his question in time.

Instead, he continued to look up at the place where the carrier pigeon just disappeared and pondered.

With rich battlefield experience, he vaguely realized something - maybe something big happened!

Just as the veteran was guessing what kind of big thing would be, and it was urgent that he needed to use a carrier pigeon to convey military information, strange noises came from his head again.

flap, flap, flap, flap, flap...

It's a voice I've heard just now...

This time there are more and louder sounds.

The veteran and the young soldiers beside him hurriedly raised their heads and looked up toward their heads.

I saw a large number of carrier pigeons flying towards the unified direction - the south.

These are all carrier pigeons of their Britannian army.

A rough number of them are about a dozen.

Because there were too many carrier pigeons flying over their heads, the other soldiers in the Taal stronghold also noticed the abnormal movements of the sky above their heads, and stopped their work and looked up at their heads.

The veteran stared at the large number of carrier pigeons above his head in a daze.

His eyes were following the direction of these carrier pigeons flying, recalling which large military stronghold was located south of the Tar stronghold.

If he remembers correctly, then there is only one large military stronghold located in the south of the Tar stronghold - the Panthematic Fortress!

The destinations of these pigeons should be general fortresses!

"What a big deal..." The veteran said in a deep voice with a serious expression, "What a big deal is definitely happening..."

This time I didn't feel it vaguely.
Chapter completed!