Uncle here isn't your average office worker!

What should Roy do? Does he expect him to decide on an auspicious date, go out to a restaurant, hold a banquet, and perform a wedding ceremony?

Fortunately, Brechester's arrival temporarily eased the awkward situation for him. He quickly changed the subject, his face full of righteous indignation as he pointed his finger at Brechester, who was now as stiff as a dead dog and unable to stand up.

"You are the commander of Ursus?"

Brechester looked up, his empty gaze fixed on Roy. His lips trembled for a long time before he finally uttered a few words:

"If I answer you, will you be able to resolve my question?"

Roy readily nodded: "Sure."

A wry smile appeared on Brechester's face, but a glimmer seemed to appear in his eyes as he nodded and said, "I am General Brechester, commander of the Ursus Third Army. My surname has become irrelevant with the passing of the first emperor I served."

Upon hearing the name, Marner's expression changed slightly. Roy noticed his unusual behavior and whispered in his ear with some confusion, "What's wrong with this guy?"

Marna replied truthfully, “He is a veteran of Ursus. My father, Margaret’s grandfather, fought against him on the battlefield back then.”

"Oh?" Roy became interested and asked, "Who won?"

Marna glanced at him, seemingly disdainful that he had asked such a question, but after pursing her lips, she had no choice but to reply, "It's a close contest, but Father has lost more than he has won."

Losing more than winning is not surprising. Ursus was at its peak during the reign of the late emperor; even Victoria suffered defeats at his hands, let alone Kazimierz, which was a primary target. The two countries' national strengths were not on the same level, so Cyril Nearl's victory is more than enough to prove how formidable he is.

But comparisons are always a problem. Marner recalled that back then, when Cyril faced Ursus's army offensive, he often had no choice but to harass the rear, cut off supply lines, or fight in valleys and canyons where fortresses were less effective, in order to have a chance of winning. But what about Roy?

The battle between Roy and the war fortress took place on the Great Plains, with the only natural barrier being a large river. However, the enemy was clearly prepared; their ice-based Originium Arts froze the river almost instantly, effectively eliminating any natural defense. Logically speaking, one person fighting against a war fortress should have been doomed to defeat.

But how did Roy do it?

Since there are no natural barriers, let's build one ourselves.

An arrow shot out of the Baibo River Grand Canyon, and a sword cut out the Baibo River Cross Valley. The current Baibo River can almost be described by the lyrics of a song: I am standing in front of you, how much do I look like before?

With magic of this level, let alone a war fortress, even if Gaul were to be reborn, it would probably lead to another annihilation of the Janissaries and the Siege of Lingons.

The Witch King has your name tattooed on his back.

Under Marna's resentful gaze, Roy probably realized that his question was a bit tricky, and quickly changed the subject:

"I see. Do you have any reinforcements?"

Brechester shook his head: "No."

Roy was clearly somewhat skeptical, saying, "No? Your army group is acting alone, what about the other legions of Ursus?"

“We went our own way, without informing the other army groups, nor reporting to the Imperial Council or His Majesty the Emperor,” Brechester said. “That’s probably one of the reasons we failed. This is a war that His Majesty has not allowed.”

Roy's lips twitched. He really wanted to yell at him, but seeing his dejected expression, where he could only maintain his attention through fantasy, he didn't say anything.

It's not kindness, it's just bad luck.

So many of them devoted themselves to protecting their country, so many knights bravely sacrificed themselves, and even he himself almost self-destructed as a sacrifice, only to find out that the person on the other side was a madman. Not only did he keep calling the emperor "Emperor," but he also fought this battle behind the emperor's back.

When did Levy transmigrate here? This guy needs a little Soviet education.

Roy curled his lip in disgust. After all, he wasn't a professional interrogator, and his sensitivity to military intelligence wasn't as strong as that of professionals. He decided to hand Brechester over to the Knights and escape this troublesome place first. But before he could take two steps, Brechester called out to him from behind:

"Wait, Pegasus Knight!"

"Didn't we agree that if I answered truthfully, you would answer my questions? I want to know, I want to know how those two spells work..."

Roy turned his head, a mocking expression on his face.

Roy found Brechester's words quite amusing. Did he think that if he hadn't made that agreement, he wouldn't have told anyone else what wasn't really a secret? Putting aside whether he was actually that good at keeping quiet, were Kazimierz's interrogation methods fake? Roy would really have to look down on the Overseer Council then. At least as a former executive of the Business Federation, he knew quite a few of the Unarmored Alliance's fancy interrogation methods.

Besides, how could Roy not know that he wanted to ask about Meteor Ichijo and the Sun Sword? But could these things be told to him?

This is Roy's trump card!

He chuckled and looked down at Brechester: "I'm not telling you."

Brechester's eyes widened, seemingly surprised that Roy would be so shameless as to break the agreement he had just made on the spot. He was furious, his beard bristling and his eyes wide: "You! How could you break your promise!"

"Hey, are you angry? Don't you think you'll be able to sleep tonight?"

Roy laughed, then his face suddenly darkened, and he said coldly:

"That's what we want—to die with their eyes wide open. Otherwise, all these fallen soldiers would have died in vain!"

After saying that, Roy turned around and walked straight out without waiting for Brechester's reaction.

Behind him, Margaret stared blankly at the scene, unable to recover for a long time. Marna's gaze shifted back and forth between Margaret and Roy's backs, finally letting out a long sigh and whispering in a voice only she could hear:

“Snitz, if you don’t come back, Margaret will only have me as her elder.”

"You owe me so much. Even if you come back, you'll have to sit at the kids' table for me."

PS: Acute flare-up of chronic gastritis, plus gastroenteritis.

It's not a serious problem, but I definitely won't be comfortable for a while.

Volume 1: Chapter 164 Waiting for Roy

Kazimir, the mobile city of Magyar, 3 p.m.

Grand Knight Commander Russell was stationed in the Grand Knight Territory, overseeing the overall situation. The wartime command and some mobilization orders had been issued. At noon, the fastest Silver Spear Pegasus Knights had already arrived at this mobile city closest to the White Wave River.

Traveling day and night, their forced march speed can reach hundreds of kilometers per hour, even comparable to the machinery of a war fortress. Moreover, they can even enter combat mode immediately after a forced march. This is the true strength of the Silver Spear Pegasus Knights, the undisputed ace of Kazimierz.

Even so, as the third leader of the Silver Spear Pegasus Knights, Wright was prepared to defend the city to the death and be buried on the battlefield. After all, the enemy was the Ursus Empire, Kazimir's century-old nemesis, and they came with a behemoth like a war fortress, a force not to be underestimated.

The Grand Knights' orders to them were simple: defend the city, preserve their strength, fight and retreat, and hold out for reinforcements. If necessary, they could open the first line of defense and drag the enemy into urban warfare.

A massive steel behemoth like a war fortress is destined to lose its advantage in the streets and alleys of a city, while a small, elite army like the Silver Spear Pegasus can gain maximum initiative in urban warfare. From a strategic point of view, the order issued by the Grand Knight Commander is not problematic; on the contrary, it is the best option that is very much in line with the current situation.

The premise is that the city's residents have been evacuated in a timely manner.

Magyar was not a traditional military fortress; it was a mobile city housing millions of people. The Ursus invaders came on strong, giving Kazimir no time to react. With the troop deployment so rushed, how could there be enough time to evacuate the civilians from the war zone?

If things really escalate to the point where the city's defenses are crumbling and street fighting ensues, then the millions of unarmed civilians within the city will become the targets of the Ursus people's massacre.

Even if they manage to win, the losses they suffer will be unbearable.

"I have already given the order to be conveyed to the entire army. I believe everyone is already aware of the Grand Knight Commander's instructions. What are your thoughts?"

The former core city government office building has now become a temporary frontline command post. Wright met with representatives of the garrisoned Knights of Magyar and the citizens' self-defense force here and asked them this question.

The garrison representative was a burly man with a wrinkled face. Kazimierz had enjoyed a long period of peace, and the mercenary culture brought by the Commercial Union had spread throughout the region. He too had been affected, developing a beer belly and a bulbous nose, and even his armor looked somewhat ill-fitting. Yet, upon hearing Wright's report, he slammed his hand on the table and replied with remarkable firmness:

"What are you afraid of? Damn Ursus people, let's fight them!"

The somewhat scholarly-looking representative of the Citizens' Self-Defense Force, though somewhat disdainful of the foul-mouthed old man beside him, nodded in agreement with his words:

"At this point, there is no other option but to fight to the death. The Citizens' Self-Defense Force is ready for urban warfare."

After receiving news of the Ursus invasion from Margaret, a messenger passing through the city, the citizens' self-defense force began preparing for street fighting. They dismantled streetlights and railings, using them as roadblocks in the streets, and piled furniture in stairwells as cover, turning each building into a makeshift bunker. They also prepared large quantities of food and water, clearly prepared for a protracted war of attrition.

Wright found it strange. Logically speaking, the people should be terrified of war. When they heard that the Ursus were invading and their forces were close at hand, it was already a great help that they did him by not causing panic and chaos in the city. Why would they form a self-defense force and even carry out various urban warfare measures in an orderly manner?

Seemingly noticing Wright's confusion, the representative of the Citizens' Self-Defense Force adjusted his glasses and casually remarked, as if trying to establish a friendly relationship:

"Speaking of which, Sir Knight, you may not know me, but my boss does. He even asked me to give you his regards."

Who is your boss?

"An old hunter."

Wright's face lit up with realization. He couldn't help but glance at the young man a few more times.

I had heard from Russell that the Unarmored Alliance had disappeared without a trace during the blackout, but I never expected them to reappear at this time.

Wright didn't look down on these assassins; on the contrary, the Unarmored Alliance's intervention was a great help to them. Putting aside the issues of calming the chaotic citizens and forming a self-defense force to bolster the city's defenses, the Unarmored Alliance's assistance finally alleviated the intelligence problems that had been plaguing Wright at the front lines.

The Kazimir intelligence network, which Xuan Tie Dawei had cultivated for so many years, could now almost completely replace the paralyzed Forest Ranger scout intelligence network, and even be more detailed.

Wright's tense face finally broke into a slight smile. He nodded to the young man before him and said:

"Please thank him for me."

The young man responded with a smile.

Just as the two were about to continue exchanging intelligence, there was a sudden knock on the office door. Wright gestured that it was alright, and the soldier outside pushed the door open and reported:

"Your Excellency, we found a person during our scorched-earth policy in the suburbs."

Wright frowned. "Ursusians? Scouts?"

“No,” the soldier shook his head. “It’s a woman. She’s guarding a village and doesn’t need our soldiers to get close. She said someone wants her to wait for him there when he returns.”

"Huh?" Wright was a little confused. A woman guarding a village and waiting for people, not letting anyone get close. What kind of time is this? Isn't she afraid of dying?

Even if we assume she's truly unafraid of death, the enemy could arrive at any moment. Are you soldiers incapable of acting expediently and forcibly bringing her back? And now you're asking me for instructions?

"Report, we can't beat her."

Perhaps sensing that it would be even more awkward if Wright asked him about it later, the soldier simply blushed and said it himself.

"Our team of five couldn't beat her even when they were all together. We had no choice but to report to the captain, who then led ten men, but they still couldn't defeat her... That's why I'm reporting to you."

What, you want me to bring a hundred people to try it out?

Wright's face darkened. He knew that most of the soldiers stationed near the mobile city had been corrupted by city life and were not very combat-effective, but he really didn't expect that a dozen men couldn't take down a woman and even caused trouble for her. What kind of logic was that?

It's not that women can't be strong. Wright has seen strong women before, like Grand Knight Lord Russell, who followed Cyril Nearl in and out of the Ursus army seven times. He's a true Grand Knight with military merit. But where on earth can you find so many Russells? You, a random village girl, can you really compare to Grand Knight Lord Russell?

Suppressing his anger, Wright said:

"Then take more people with you. In this situation, we can't let her continue waiting outside the city."