Everything has two sides.

The Lords and nobles of the Manyu army leaders, including the Duke of Borg, did not care about Bastille, but just did not trust him, Klester. They needed to wait for their people to verify the accuracy of the news before they could take action.

It has been two weeks since the strange fox Kleister was invited to the Duke's Mansion again. At this time, news of Bastille being captured by Andes Mountaineering people has spread throughout the streets and alleys of Solo City.

Some say that this time, Andes Mountaineering people dispatched tens of thousands of troops, and the heads of people killed in Bastille were rolling, blood flowing into a river, and the entire Bastille was sieve.

Some people also said that there were traitors inside Bastille, who opened the city gate and put the Andes people in. From top to bottom, they were all slaughtered.

Some people say that the Andes people who captured Bastille were not ordinary Andes people who were enslaved by them, but mixed blood from the group of barbarians who ate raw and drank blood from the Kentana Icefield. They were eight feet tall, with a waist of eight feet, covered with black hair, and were as vigorous as flying, with great strength. Once they fell into their hands, life was worse than death, and the bodies of the Bastille soldiers were reduced to their food.

Some people also say that the Andes army is gathering. The Bastille is now crowded with people and there is almost no place to go. It won’t take long to come like a flood, reappearing the miserable scene of people and locusts thirty years ago.

All kinds of rumors were flying everywhere. Even the weird fox Klester stayed in the hotel without leaving home, and there were no less than ten versions, and each one was more mysterious.

Especially the word "human locust" has aroused some sensitive nerves of middle-aged and elderly people since that era. They all started to pack their own property nervously. They were a little disturbed and prepared to take their whole family away.

More people are excited, especially those young people who are eager to achieve success.

Over the years, the overall environment has been relatively stable. Although there is some turmoil and uneasy inside, it is all small-scale. Before it can form a scale, it is strangled by Duke Borg. The last legion battle of thousands of people has happened ten years ago. This is not good news for young people who are eager to use military merit to get rid of their origins.

Now Bastille has allowed them to see the hope of war, running around excitedly, while advocating the necessity of war, they also find ways to join the army, hoping to take this opportunity to show themselves, make achievements in war, and thus get rid of their current living conditions.

The entire territory of Solo City was filled with a sense of war.

The life of the weird fox Kleist in the past two weeks was not easy. The two guards of the Duke's Mansion who sent him back did not return. They were nominally protecting his safety and actually put him under house arrest.

During this period, many lords and nobles visited him under various names, but they were extremely arrogant and arrogant. They wanted to get first-hand information from him, but they did not trust him and did not want to have too much connection with him.

The only thing Palestinian, who is relatively low-stance and has the intention to recruit, is a big pit. Unless his forehead is kicked by a donkey, how could he be rashly involved in a whirlpool of military leadership's inheritance rights?

Entering the Duke's Mansion again is another completely different experience.

Compared to two weeks ago, the Duke's Mansion was obviously much more lively. In and out, the clothes were all dressed in noble clothes, and the leather boots were polished shiny. They had to look at the sky sixty degrees. Walking was like measuring. Before speaking, you had to cough twice to adjust your breath evenly. You were playing a pure opera aria. It seemed that if you didn't do this, it would not be enough to demonstrate the nobleness of their identities.

There are many familiar faces among them, obviously those who have visited him in the past two weeks. Compared to the poker faces we met last time, this time there are fake smiles that cannot be fake, to show their intimacy.

It is obvious that this is the title of the so-called military minister of the Duke's Office, which is newly opened on him. This may also be the only function of this title. What kind of military minister is a military minister who only listens but has no right to give advice?

Whether it is the capital of the king or the capital of the capital, these people have the same faces.

When the war convening order for the Duke's Mansion was issued, the reaction speed of the local noble lord was much faster than the weird fox Kleist expected. When many local nobles participated in the war meeting of the Duke's Mansion, the private troops had already gathered and were on the way to the capital.

What Andes people did in Bastille stabbed the entire lung tube of the Manyu army leader and touched their fundamental interests, so they could not help but be in a hurry.

While the fox Kleister was half asleep and half awake, the argument for conquering Bastille had been settled. In this process, his use was nothing more than to describe the information that was about to be bad.

The weird fox Christ has no clue about how much information he has retained two and a half weeks ago.

He had seen the terrifying work efficiency of the strange Andes civilian army. Half a month was enough for them to remove the Bastille, and it was possible to build a more magnificent defense system.

But these words can only be filled with their stomachs, because no one believes them when they say them. In the eyes of these nobles, the mountain people in the Andes Mountains are synonymous with barbarity, poverty, backwardness and ignorance, and are still in an uncivilized state. Being able to take down Bastille must be based on clichéd human tactics.

In their opinion, the surprise attack described by the Fox was simply to cover up his incompetence, which was the main reason for his distrust.

Just as a fat-headed and big-eared baron said, "What tactics do a group of monkeys who have just come down from the mountain?"

No matter how loud your voice is, it is impossible to wake up the person who is pretending to be asleep, especially those smart people who think they are self-righteous. When facing such people, Klester can only choose to remain silent. He says more and more wrong. If he doesn't say anything, it's their own business.

What is now clamoring in the Duke's Mansion is a debate about the supreme commander.

"The fall of the Bastille is related to the entire industrial layout of our military leadership. The loss is over 10,000 yuan per day. This is the top priority of our military leadership for more than ten years. I think that if the Duke personally takes charge of such a major event, it is not enough to demonstrate our determined confidence and momentum. By the way, we will also show our mighty military posture to the surrounding gulls, so that they can be at peace and dare not do anything randomly."

The person who proposed this initiative looked full of kindness and actually contained murderous intent. Not to mention the degree of danger of visiting the battlefield in person, just talking about Duke Borg's current terrifying body shape, only the Kentana barbarian Kodo beast could carry him. After a long journey, he would have to take half his life.

"How can a group of uncivilized savages be worthy of the Duke's personal expedition? As far as I see, it is more important to stay in the capital and maintain stability in the rear. Our Manyu army leaders have emerged in many ways, and you can take on this task by choosing a general. As long as you can win a beautiful victory in Bastille, our army leader's military posture will naturally be fought."

Of course, there are people who flatter and take the initiative to rescue Duke Borg, even if the other party doesn't like this kind of enthusiasm.

"I think it's most appropriate to go on the battle with Baron Philip instead of Lord Duke. For the past ten years, Baron Philip has been assisting in the Blood Fort in the Broken Mouth, and has made outstanding achievements. When talking about the title of Martin's kindergarten teacher Philip Ferren, even the Odin orcs were trembling. He led his troops. If the famous sayings are right, they will definitely be invincible and will be defeated."

"You have said that Baron Philip is at the Blade Blood Fort to assist in the defense and defense. It is thousands of kilometers. Is our army gathering together and waiting for the commander to take his position? What's more, garrisoning the Blade Blood Fort is the top priority of the entire league. Every winter is the most powerful time for those beasts to knock on the edge. If Baron Philip is recalled at this time, isn't this a joke for others to see our Manyu Army leader? A military leader is so scarce that he needs to deal with a group of uncivilized barbarians that he needs to transfer the commander thousands of miles away? You don't think it's embarrassing, I'm also embarrassing!"

"Why do you have to be far away? Baron Patleme is in the capital, and he is in charge, and he can also represent the Duke. In recent years, Baron Patleme's growth has been obvious to all. He is steady in his work and has a good attitude of a father and brother. What he lacks now is the opportunity to experience. At that time, he will be equipped with a stable general and a small Bastille is no problem."

The commander was chosen between the first and second heirs of the Feren family. As for the Duke of the Desert Lion Borg, he was eager to try and wanted to go to the battle himself, but his direct lineage, from top to bottom, did not support him. The implication was self-evident. Your physical condition was already like this, so don't steal what the young man did.

The remaining two were evenly matched, and the two factions were quarreling, each of them blushed, as if they were not fighting for a temporary commander, but the supreme ruler of the Manyu army.

In fact, Philip, the first heir of the Feren family, has an advantage. His name was found in the war with the Odin Orcs. Not to mention the leader of the Manyu army, he is still a well-known young talent even in the entire Byron League.

His biggest disadvantage is that he himself is not in the capital, and even if he receives news, he will rush back continuously, it will take at least two weeks. It is obviously unrealistic to let the entire army wait here. When a heavy snow falls, there will be no need to fight this year.

When he first proposed that he lead his troops to fight in person, Duke Borg was still interested. After the resolution was completely rejected, he became the same as Klester, sleepy and wandering around the sky. Although the impatience in his heart was not revealed directly, it also indirectly shows that he had long been annoyed by this heir dispute.

These bastards who have no eyesight are just looking forward to him dying early? He is still in his prime, so it is no problem to sit in this position for another thirty years. Is it too early to find a new master for himself now? Even if the new master is his two biological sons.

"Patleme!" Duke Borg supported his body hard, making his body more correct, and made the final decision.
Chapter completed!