When the Saint comes, she does not collect food

Chapter 818: The Musical Notation Before the Anvil Rusted

Although he was not far away from Xia Lucheng, he received a reply within two days.

This was unimaginable speed considering the efficiency of Leia's army.

That's why Count Dreta sat behind his desk, tapping his fingers on the table unconsciously, frowning at the messenger in front of him.

"My Lord Earl?" The messenger looked at Dreta in confusion.

"So fast?" He narrowed his eyes, with a hint of suspicion on his lips.

It is not uncommon for messengers and guards to be attacked by those rat-like defenders. Although the probability is low, the possibility of disguise cannot be ruled out.

Dreta doesn't make the mistake of underestimating his opponent.

Perhaps in the eyes of Gottfried or Heinzmann, these people from the Thousand Valleys are still a peasant army.

But in the eyes of elite generals like Dreta, Qianhe Valley is definitely a respectable enemy that cannot be underestimated.

"Yes, sir. This was urgently sent from Xialu City. It was delivered by stables along the way." The messenger reacted and quickly showed the family emblem and the letter sealed with wax seal.

Both Dreta and Laful are members of the aristocratic elite of the Kingdom of Leia, and have received excellent elite education since childhood.

Unlike Gottfried or the Duke of Wing Nest, who are bad at fighting, he is a textbook example of classical warfare.

The most striking point is that Lavle and Dreta will set up a "wartime stable" every thirty to fifty kilometers in the villages along the road.

These wartime stables were guarded by a transcendent knight and several squire knights, usually knights of humble origins.

When delivering ordinary messages, the escort knights would ride ordinary horses to deliver the letters.

When an urgent message needs to be delivered, extraordinary knights riding horses that have drunk potions are used to relay letters at peak speed, and the message is delivered extremely quickly.

The heraldry officer verified that the family crest and lacquer seal were correct, and only then did Dreta reach out to take the letter.

His eyes fell on the bright red wax seal, with the emblem of Knight Commander Raffl clearly printed in the center.

He rubbed the wax seal with his index finger and thumb to confirm that it had not been tampered with. Then he pulled out the knife from his waist and carefully cut open the seal under the candlelight.

As the wax seal cracked, he quickly pulled out the letter, unfolded it, and read it quickly.

At first, his brows were slightly furrowed, but as his gaze moved downward, his eyes gradually became focused.

As he read, Dreta's eyes gradually widened. Finally, when he finished reading the last sentence, he suddenly slapped the table and whispered:
"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

This sudden excitement caused the nobles in the room to look at each other sideways, and Baron Macherov was particularly curious.

He stretched his neck, trying to glimpse the contents of the letter, and couldn't help asking, "Sir, what happened?"

Count Dreta did not answer immediately, but scanned the letter again.

After confirming that he had not misread anything, he raised his head, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Mr. Lavr not only agreed to our plan." He handed the letter to Macherov, stood up and looked at everyone in the room, and said excitedly, "He even expanded this attack into a general offensive!"

Hearing this, the nobles in the room were all surprised, and Macherov immediately lowered his head to read the letter.

"Lord Lavle mentioned that we should make full use of our military advantage..." Count Deretta spoke slowly, as if digesting the contents of the letter, "...we can't wait any longer. We must launch an offensive in five directions at the same time to make the people of Qianhe Valley stretched thin.

Taking Haji Fort as the main attack point, we will eventually swallow up the entire Hotam County. This is a truly comprehensive offensive, ahem—"

After clearing his itchy throat, Deretta frowned and pointed at Macherov beside him, signaling him to speak.

Baron Macherov, who served as his aide, straightened his collar and spoke out his understanding aloud.

“His Highness Lavr’s plan is very clear: Kenk Town, Awakening Stone Fort, Shuyun Fort, Vanderburg, and Haji Fort will launch an offensive at the same time, forcing the Thousand River Valley Army to be unable to take care of all defense lines.

Among them, the real main attack direction is still Haji Fort, and it is a major battle around Haji Fort." He took a deep breath and continued, "This is not only a local attack, but a major operation related to the entire Qianhe Valley battle situation.

We must completely control Hotam County before His Highness Jinigis arrives! Otherwise, we will completely fail His Highness's trust! " Macherov closed the letter, tapped the table lightly, and said with emotion:

"As expected of His Highness Lavul, you are so decisive... I don't think Qianhe Valley can withstand such a strong attack."

Dreta stroked his chin and thought.

Looking at this, the situation in Qianhe Valley had not made any progress, and Laffer became anxious.

After seizing a flaw in the Qianhe Valley army, he immediately acted arbitrarily and designed this plan at an extremely fast speed.

If we leave it to the nobles to discuss the matter, I don't know how long it will take.

It must be because Laffer announced that he would bear all the consequences that the efficiency was so fast.

The other nobles in the room nodded thoughtfully, and many of them didn't understand at all, their heads were just confused.

"I see." A knight said carelessly, "Just like hunting wild boars in my hometown, just surround them from all sides."

Macherov's reverent expression suddenly collapsed, and Count Dreta couldn't help laughing and said, "You can say that."

Count Dreta slowly scanned the room, and finally stood up with determination:

"Get ready. We'll set off in three days!"

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"The guards lurking near Fort Adan sent us intelligence. They found signs of the Leia army's mobilization..."

"According to the message from the wartime stables, we speculate that in the next few days, the Leia army near Adam Castle may launch an attack on us..."

In Haji Castle in the Thousand Valleys, Commander Das was standing in the hall of a knight's mansion, listening to the report from the military clerk McGowan.

Unlike the dark and angry youth he had at Frick High School, McGowan had matured a lot after experiencing the war and the ups and downs of school.

The once short and fat boy has now become tall and strong, almost unrecognizable.

Listening to McGowan's report, Das nodded slightly, but there was no panic on his face, instead he showed an excitement that he could not hide.

This is his first battle as the leader of an army independently, so he must fight well.

"From mobilization to formal attack," he said, suppressing his excitement, "given their efficiency, it will take at least two to three days to prepare. In other words, we still have at least one day to spare."

McGowan frowned and asked with some concern, "Do we need to adjust our defense immediately?"

Das chuckled but didn't answer.

He walked to the window, pushed open the heavy casement, and looked out over the military camp outside the mansion.

Outside the window, the military camp was operating in full swing under the setting sun.

Groups of soldiers, under the command of craftsmen, were busy digging trenches.

The wet soil was turned up, the shovel and hoe collided with each other making a dull sound, and trenches gradually took shape.

Next to the trench, soldiers were reinforcing the breastwork positions with mortar and sandbags.

Piles of sandbags were carried in and stacked layer by layer behind the trench to build simple defensive fortifications.

The craftsmen skillfully fixed the wooden stakes with mortar and then hammered in a few rotten nails to ensure that the position could withstand the impact of cavalry.

In the blacksmith shop nearby, blacksmiths were swinging hammers to repair armor, and the clanging sounds echoed throughout the camp.

Das watched all this with deep eyes and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"If they want to come, let them come..." he murmured softly.

(End of this chapter)