Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Drogo was not surprised when he learned that old King Sardon was gone.

Because this is something we have known for a long time.

We have been waiting for several months for this old king to go offline.

But Drogo is now very confused. Now that the new king has ascended to the throne and the manifesto to attack the North has been issued, what about Loman's troops?
He is so big a Duke of Wilton?
Wasn't it agreed that the Roman army would attack from the outside and the Sutton army would attack from the inside, thus forming a two-pronged strategy?

The North has conducted several targeted exercises, and slogans such as flattening the coniferous forest and capturing Wilton alive have been shouted, but Wilton did not come.

"Have you confirmed with 9527? Is it true that Duke Wilton has not taken any action at all?" Drogo asked unwillingly.

Elsa rolled her eyes. "Boss, this is the sixteenth time you've asked me this today. 9527 has confirmed several times that there is indeed no movement. Isn't it good that there is no movement? You can't be expecting them to attack, right?"

Hearing Elsa's question, Drogo blinked and said seriously: "Yes, I am just looking forward to their attack. Otherwise, why would I produce so many bullets? They have a shelf life. If they are not used, they will have to be destroyed in the end, which is even more of a loss."

In fact, according to 9527's intelligence, Roman was not completely inactive.

This former con man is indeed quite capable. He has become one of the most favored servants in the Duke of Wilton's mansion and is the inseparable playmate of the next Duke of Wilton, who is still a little kid.

At the same time, it is also very popular with the entire Wilton family.

It can be said that he has reached the pinnacle of the Servant Realm and has already touched the shackles of the Steward Realm, a half-step breakthrough.

Do not underestimate the position of butler in the traditional aristocratic system. Although nominally, it still belongs to the category of domestic servants, just like the leader's private car driver cannot be regarded as an ordinary driver, the butler is a position that is fully trusted and can get a lot of incredible secrets.

According to 9527, instead of heading north, Wilton even began to study maps of other countries.

It seems that Prince Sutton, now the new King Sutton, was suddenly abandoned.

This is consistent with the reports from other spies stationed in Loman.

Roman seemed to have suddenly slowed down its preparations for war, but did not stop completely. It seemed that the war was still going to be fought, but the original plan had been greatly changed.

What has it changed to?

When Drogo was confused, Aisha reminded him: "Feigsin is coming."

"it is good."

Figosin came to Waterdeep to discuss a defense plan.

Because the main attacking party has changed, the original northern defense naturally needs to be changed.

With the name of regicide, she is now the target of public criticism.

But no matter where the power that wants to attack her comes from, it must be from the south.

As long as Sutton's neighbors are still rational, they will not allow Sutton's army to pass through their country and march into the north from other directions.

If you want to reach the north from the south, the best way, apart from the sea, is to go through Waterdeep.

Therefore, Drogo's base camp became the key among the keys.

In the conference room, Drogo met Figosin.

The current "biggest traitor in Sutton" seems to be in good spirits and does not look depressed or angry at all.

It’s good not to be angry. There are many generals in history who made stupid decisions because of anger.

Figosin directly expressed his opinion on the defense of Waterdeep without mentioning his own situation at all.

"Waterdeep's production capacity is too important. There is no wall to protect it, so we must not develop a siege or even a street fight in the city. If any factory here is destroyed, it will be an unacceptable loss. Therefore, my suggestion is to complete the blocking battle directly outside the city. I am absolutely sure that I will not let a single enemy get close to Waterdeep."

There is an unquestionable confidence and dominance in Figesin's voice.

"The only problem is how many troops to deploy. The main force of the Northern Army is defending Loman, so there are not many troops that can be deployed. If we want to ensure that the defense strength of the Northern Army is not reduced, we can only deploy a maximum of 2,000 people."

From the beginning to the end, the prince's forces were not the enemy that Figesin was most worried about.

Drogo fully trusted Figosin's ability and said, "You are the commander in charge of this war, so as long as you think two thousand men are enough, it won't be a problem."

In fact, two thousand people are not a small number. The two thousand of the Northern Legion are purely professional soldiers, without any adulteration.

If this number is placed in the old-style army, combined with several times more auxiliary troops and various non-combat personnel, it would be tens of thousands of people.

They can then announce to the outside world that they have an army of tens of thousands.

Figesin continued, "If it's just a defensive battle, then two thousand people will be enough. But my idea is that after winning the defensive battle, we will go south and capture Fort Delon on the Said Plain."

She pointed to a city on the map, about two hundred kilometers south of Waterdeep.

"This is the most convenient gathering place for them to attack the north. It was originally a gateway to prevent the enemy from directly breaking into the Central Plains after the northern border is breached. As long as we can take this place, we can in turn use it as a barrier to resist the enemy's advance to the north. In addition, this area has a large population. If we want to end this civil war while guarding against Roman, we must expand our military strength."

Drogo scratched his chin and understood what Figosin meant. "You want to defeat the invading enemy and then launch a counterattack. Then, you want to develop your troops and wait for the opportunity to capture the royal city."

"Explode troops?" Figxin had never heard of this term, but after thinking about it for a while, he quickly realized what it meant. "Yes, my plan is to defend Fort Delon and exploding troops. There is another advantage to taking this place. It is easy to defend and difficult to attack. It can be a good training ground. By then, the enemy's harassment and attempts to attack will continue. I can let the soldiers start with low-difficulty operations here and quickly accumulate practical experience."

I see. You are treating the royal legion as an experience pack.

Eh? This fighting method of treating the enemy as a training camp, why do I feel like I have seen it before?
"I have no objection to this, but can we guarantee that after we capture Fort Delon, we will have enough time to train our troops? It will take at least half a year for new recruits to train. If the enemy gathers all their strength and launches a large-scale attack at this time, it will not be a low-difficulty operation."

"So we must fight a good counterattack and create an overwhelming situation to scare the enemy. I know those nobles too well. War is just a business for them. If the risk is higher than the benefit, they will find all kinds of reasons to refuse and delay. The so-called king is just the biggest lord, stronger than other nobles, but he does not have the ability to directly command them. Or, he can give orders, but the efficiency and accuracy of the execution of the orders are not guaranteed."

Figesin directly points out the shortcomings of the old system.

"Okay, let's do this. What support do you need to capture Fort Delon?"

Just now, Figosin made it very clear that it might be difficult for two thousand people to capture Dronburg, which implies that Drogo will need to help.

Hearing this, Figgin finally smiled. Before, she was afraid that Drogo would want to command the war.

She respected Drogo's abilities, but commanding a war was not within the dragon's capabilities, and amateurs directing experts would always lead to disaster.

However, Drogo continued his usual practice and let professionals do professional things.

"I need the support of air forces. Your dragons. Only you can command them. The dragons in the north are stationed in the north, so I need you to send some forces from the dragons in Waterdeep to destroy the military targets in Fort Dron."

"Of course, it's easy." Drogo agreed immediately.

Dragons have some violent genes in them. Dragons that deliver couriers and farm the land will become somewhat irritable after doing this job for a long time.

They usually choose to fight each other.

However, the fights between dragons were very measured and at most only caused minor injuries, which could heal quickly with the dragon clan's healing ability.

The population is not large to begin with, and if they kill a few of them themselves, it would be a bit like seeking extinction.

If given a chance to bomb a city, no dragon would be able to resist the temptation.

"Then I don't need any other support here." Figesin said simply.

"When exactly do you need it, Dragon?"

"No rush. There is still some time before the battle begins, at least after they issue the challenge."

"A challenge?"

"Yes, it is the rule of the nobility that before going to war, a declaration of war must be sent to the enemy. Usually, one will first boast about one's own strength, then put oneself on the side of justice, condemn the enemy's evil deeds, and finally agree on a time for the war." "And write the time for the war?"

Drogo almost couldn't hold back. The way these nobles fought was quite classical and romantic.

"Do you need someone to write a reply to the challenge? Master Zet is very good at this, but he rarely has the opportunity to show it off."

"Reply? Then I'll write it."

A declaration of war? The goal is to make the opponent as anxious as possible. Drogo knows a lot about how to raise blood pressure.

"Oh, by the way, here are some of your copywritings. Take a look at them and edit anything that's inappropriate."

"About my copy?" Figesin was stunned.

"Yes, we have a legitimate reason to do so. They are only allowed to spread rumors in the newspapers that you are the regicide, but we are not allowed to fight back?"

Drogo hadn't expected that the royal city would engage in a propaganda war with him. It was not a competition of propaganda, but he was not targeting anyone.

He has all the platforms and channels in his hands. He is not only a contestant, but also a referee and even an organizer. What can we use to fight him?

Figsin looked at the thick stack of promotional copy. Just a glance at it gave her goose bumps because of the words praising her.

"No need for me to read it. I believe in your writing ability. I'll go back to mobilize the troops," Figesin said somewhat awkwardly. "Thank you for helping me clarify it."

"You're welcome, future King of Sutton."

Hearing this address, Figsin felt even more embarrassed. She felt as if Drogo was teasing her. She said goodbye in a hurry and left the meeting room.

Afterwards, Drogo came to the dragon gathering area in Waterdeep.

It's still the same as before, either sleeping, eating, or fighting passionately.

"Cough cough..." Drogo coughed twice to attract the attention of the dragons, and waited for them to look over.

"Now, I have an opportunity to attack human cities!"

Before he could finish his words, the dragons rushed to Drogo like crazy, pushing and shoving each other.

"I me me!"

"Choose me! Choose me!"

"Please give me this chance, please..."

Drogo deliberately made them anxious for a while, and then he said slowly: "This time we are only attacking a specific target, and we cannot loot anything."

The new conditions did not dampen the enthusiasm of the group of dragons, who were still shouting “Me, me, me!” like crazy.

"This precious reward will only be given to the dragons with the best performance this month."

When these words were spoken, the dragons were stunned for a moment, then they quickly reacted and rushed to the task board.

In addition to mandatory assignments, the dragons also have some overtime tasks that they can voluntarily choose to do in order to assist in farming.

Usually farms that are not that large.

The profit is not high, but small money is still money.

Looking at the positive attitude of the dragons, Drogo smiled with satisfaction.

Working overtime as a reward, I am indeed a genius.

After dealing with the dragon issue, the enemy's declaration of war arrived.

Drogo opened it and looked.

Wow! He thought he had a pretty good education, but after reading this long and difficult sentence challenge, he couldn't figure it out after a long time of trying to break up the sentences.

I don't understand the basic principles of laning at all.

When arguing with each other, at least make sure it is simple and easy to understand. Drogo took two seconds to write the reply and handed it to the messenger.

Elsa was confused. "What did you write?"

"There are pages more offensive words than that," Drogo said mysteriously.

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Outside Maplewood Town, at the Sutton Alliance camp, Sir Willy picked up a telescope and observed the situation in the direction of Waterdeep.

No action is visible at the moment.

It's very strange, but they are so calm when the army is approaching. Are they ready to surrender?
Could it be that after the declaration of war was issued, they had already started writing a letter of surrender?

To him, victory was within reach.

His confidence came from the strength of the coalition forces, an army of 100,000, a powerful army rarely seen in the history of Sutton.

Not only are they sufficient in number and well-equipped, but they also have a legion of nearly three thousand extraordinary people.

This is a powerful force that most countries cannot possess.

And he was the commander of this great coalition army, which added another glorious chapter to the glorious history of the Willy family.

Inside the camp, countless family flags were fluttering, and the one belonging to the Willy family was planted in the center and at the highest place.

Under his excellent leadership, this coalition was unprecedentedly united. The 100,000-strong army had been assembled for several days, but there were less than twenty conflicts between soldiers under the command of different lords.

This number is also commendable in history.

The soldiers came from different regions, spoke with different accents, wanted to grab the credit but didn't want to charge first. They had no place to release their excess energy, and the military brothels were simply too busy to cope.

In this situation, conflicts are only natural.

Sir Willy smiled slightly, thinking that he was born to lead an army.

At this moment, the messenger returned.

"Sir, the reply has arrived."

"Hahaha, was he trembling with fear when he wrote his reply?" Sir Willy opened the envelope proudly, but his expression froze in an instant.

"1"

There is not even any punctuation.

The hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

1?

"What's the point of replying 1!" He tore the letter to pieces angrily.

The messenger beside him said cautiously, "Sir, 1 means that the Internet now knows it."

"I know! You explain it to me!" (End of this chapter)