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Chapter 737 I Really Need Your Help

"The first snow of 1038 came earlier than usual. The passenger ship docked at the Uyazdorf pier carried away the last five fallen yellow leaves..."

A telegram, seemingly written in poetic style and sent by a wealthy young man to a friend, quickly reached the city of Wessenburg and was immediately forwarded to the General Staff, reaching Helmut, the Chief of Staff of the Duchy of Wessenburg.

Helmut jumped up. The Kingdom of Piaster had mobilized 50,000 winged cavalry, heading for a certain place in the north. The problem was extremely serious.

In Uyazdorf Castle, on the warm living room sofa, Frederick was resting his head on Bell Burke's lap, picking his ear.

Bell Burke asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to do something?"

News of Casimir's military expedition spread within the court's upper echelons, and Frederick immediately heard about it from several salons and balls. After gathering information from various sources, he promptly sent it back to Wessenburg.

Frederick replied, "Let them handle it themselves. There will probably be more and more wars in the future, and everyone needs to grow up."

He was certain that Kazimir was heading for the Rhine Alliance army.

Military operations are all based on interests, and he couldn't think of anything else that would make Kazimir risk his life.

Bell Burke continued, "So you don't do anything destructive or anything like that?"

“How do you intend to cause destruction?” Frederick said. “Burning down the palace?”

Bell Burke said, "You can't do it alone. You can send the 3rd Division across the river to attack."

The 3rd Division's armed demand for repayment caused tension in Uyazdovburg. After a dispute with the minister in charge of the matter, Afghan paid back a small portion, but then the matter began to drag on again.

Bell Burke also realized that Casimir intended to delay repaying the money until after the war. If the Rhine Alliance suffered a major defeat, then he wouldn't have to repay it; if the Kingdom of Piast lost, he would be even less able to repay it.

Frederick said nonchalantly, "It depends on the General Staff's arrangements."

Seeing that he seemed very confident, Bell Burke stopped discussing the battlefield and said, "Then you can cause trouble in another way."

Frederick asked, "What can you do? You can't exactly poison their water treatment plant, can you?"

Bell Burke said, "I heard that Casimir's fiancée is coming soon. Why don't you go and seduce her?"

Frederick said in a deep voice, "No one knows where this future queen comes from, and her identity is unknown. This is quite interesting."

He only recently received this important news from the salon. The Queen's affairs are related to the direction of national policy, but the relevant departments of the Duchy of Weisen and the Steamed Bun Bureau have no relevant information, which is very suspicious.

Bell Burke said, "Well, do you think it might be related to their sudden entry into this war?"

Frederick frowned, realizing the logic in the statement; he hadn't considered that possibility before.

He said, "Analyzing from this perspective, I think it's feasible. If it's feasible, we can use the process of elimination, first excluding countries with non-believers."

Bell Burke nodded.

Frederick continued, "The Kingdom of Gaul can be ruled out; they are busy right now and have no reason to turn against us."

"The other neighboring countries with which I have good private relations can also be excluded; they have no reason to offend me."

"Then there's only one left, the Kingdom of Anglo. It seems they're up to something again."

After he finished speaking, his brows furrowed even more. The Kingdom of Anglo was also a maritime power. If they sent a fleet to solve the transportation problem, things would probably not be simple.

Bell Burke thought for a moment, then suddenly said, "There's something you forgot to consider."

Frederick asked, puzzled, "What is it?"

Bell Burke asked him, "Who do you think would benefit the most if something happened to His Majesty Rudolf?"

Frederick remained silent.

Rudolf never had a child and therefore had no heir. If he had died on the battlefield, Frederick would have been a potential successor to the throne.

The king of the Rhine Alliance needs the consent of the great nobles. Although the current royal family has long since made this a mere formality, the succession of the royal family must be brought up again.

If Frederick were to ascend the throne, it seems there would be no one who opposes him, and his political allies would naturally be happy to see him take control of the Confederation of the Rhine.

Frederick spent the rest of the time in deep thought, while the three girls who were working part-time thought they had done something wrong to anger him. "Rudolf can't die yet," Frederick decided in his moment of reflection. "He's still useful."

Bell Burke lay on his chest and asked, "Are you going to use his stupidity to highlight your own brilliance?"

Frederick said, "This kind of thing doesn't need to be done deliberately."

"I'll send a telegram tomorrow morning, telling them to protect Rudolf."

Rudolf's wariness of Frederick was not without reason; Franz and his companions did indeed have such intentions.

On the battlefield, minor accidents, such as reinforcements arriving two or three hours late, or taking the wrong route, could easily result in the death of a king.

Shortly thereafter, the corps, mainly composed of the 3rd Division, received orders from the General Staff to cross the river and enter the Kingdom of Piast to conduct limited military operations.

Eugene was having a meeting with his staff when Metzger brought an unexpected guest.

“Count Marchin?” Eugene asked cautiously. “The bill for the grain has already been settled, isn’t it? Is there anything else?”

Marchin manages the largest military warehouse in the southern part of the Kingdom of Piast, and recently sold a lot of grain to Eugene and his men.

“I have some news, very important news!” Marchin said. “Not long ago, His Majesty Kazimir led 50,000 winged cavalry to raid Flensburg, and his target was none other than His Majesty King Rudolf of your country.”

After he finished speaking, he cautiously looked at Eugene's expression, waiting for a response, thinking that he probably wouldn't be mistaken for a liar.

Eugene said nonchalantly, "I know about this. There are about 10,000 men in each team. If it had been a few days earlier, you would have made a fortune."

Kazimir's operation was quickly detected by aerial reconnaissance from afar, but the dust on the ground could not hide it, and reports were submitted every half hour during the day.

Marchin was startled, not expecting him to know so much. He immediately said, "Wei Senjun is indeed as good as his reputation, but that's not what I want to talk about."

"We've received orders that a fleet from the Kingdom of Anglo will arrive in a few days to deliver grain, but our warehouses are..."

He didn't finish speaking, nor did he need to. The grain that should have been in the warehouse was all here; the gap was too large to be concealed.

Eugene already knew what tricks they were up to: they wanted him to settle accounts.

“Count Marchin,” Eugene said with a cruel sneer, “have you ever heard of execution by firing squad?”

Marchin nodded. A while ago, someone tried to rape Weisenjun's nurse. He was later tied to a tree and shot to death. It is said that someone picked up a handful of bullets from the body and exchanged them for a lot of candy.

Eugene's eyes flashed coldly, and he said in an admiring tone, "Count Marchin truly deserves to be called a pillar of the Kingdom of Piast. He actually risked his life to lure us into an ambush and then annihilate us. I admire him, I admire him."

"As a sign of my respect, I will allow you to choose your own weapon for execution, or even a cannon."

After he finished speaking, Metzger and the other guards surrounded him.

Malchin immediately broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead and back, his hands and feet trembling, and he hurriedly said, "Misunderstanding...it's a misunderstanding!"

"We just want you to attack us so we can burn the warehouse down!"

Eugene laughed, "Trading a warehouse for so many of us is a great deal."

The guard had already pressed down on Marchin's shoulder from behind.

Marchin was so scared he almost wet himself. He immediately shouted, "We really don't want to harm you, we just really want you to go and settle the accounts!"

"His Majesty not only took the Winged Hussars with him, but the Royal Mage Corps also left on a ship from the Kingdom of Anglo. The country is now empty, and no one can stop you!"

Eugene was startled. The royal mage group's movements had not been mentioned before. So that's why.

"Really?" He scoffed. "You actually know such military secrets?"

Marchin said, "Our supervisor's son is in the Royal Mage Corps, and he sent a telegram before he left."

Eugene thought for a moment, then said, "Please stay. If it's true, we'll take you with us and let you put on a good show during the retreat to earn some credit."

Marchin breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he wouldn't be executed.

(End of this chapter)