Ride and Cut

Since stepping into the wilderness and becoming a pioneer, Richard has been consciously supplementing military common sense, and he really knows a lot about the army commander in front of him.

　　His name is Suffolk, and he is naturally famous for being able to control the claws of the dragon. He comes from the famous Bauhinia family in the west. This year is less than forty years old. For a soldier, it is the golden age when experience and physical strength coexist.

　　 However, Suffolk spent the first half of his career as a staff member and was continuously promoted. It wasn't until a few years ago that the partner chief resigned due to illness, and he began to assume the responsibility of the independent commander-in-chief. He is the type that lacks both theory and experience, but the military has always commented on him as "excellent in scheming but insufficient in decision-making. He can be alone, and he cannot coordinate the overall situation."

　　 Lord Lord had previously talked to Buckland about this person, and Lao Baihu worriedly said that it might not be a good thing to be an errand under him, because of those who are questioned, nine out of ten would desperately find a chance to prove themselves.

　　 After all, no matter what happens, you will get rough if you are anxious.

　　 But Richard is not so pessimistic, because not only Suffolk, but in this impetuous age, individuals are desperately looking for opportunities to prove themselves.

　　 "Good day, captains, Baron Richard, and His Royal Highness Bedrick." Suffolk held a silver cane and lifted it up to express his welcome to the two new friendly forces.

　　 Frankly speaking, he can only be regarded as good or bad for these two people's senses. The meaning is—their arrival will not surprise Suffolk at all, and it is far from disgusting. If it is not for a special identity, he will not have seen it.

　　 The famous second-generation ancestor of Bedrick is unpopular, but after all, bringing a team of elites from the Forbidden Army is a little help to the Dragon Claw.

　　 As for the eagle knight Richard, despite the recent rounds of propaganda in the kingdom, his reputation has become more and more popular, and he is even regarded as a hero who defeated Stuart. But in the eyes of senior officers like Suffolk, it is naturally another matter.

　　 The record of the record may seem dazzling, but in fact it is just fighting against enemies such as the natives of the wilderness or the most garrison army. The gold content has yet to be considered.

　　 "Just call me Baker, there is no need to divide the barracks into your Highness or Your Highness." Bedrick said.

　　 "His Royal Highness does not have to be humble. In any place in the kingdom, His Highness is His Highness, and the military camp is no exception." Suffolk gently waved his cane, and the two carefully trimmed moustaches were slightly raised at the corners of his mouth, looking personable.

　　He is a textbook-standard traditional aristocrat, and his gestures are beyond reproach, even under such simple conditions, he is still elegant and calm.

　　 "Speaking again." The commander of the dragon's claw paused briefly before continuing, "I wonder how you think about this war?"

　　 The room was surprisingly quiet for a while, a group of middle and high-ranking officers closed their mouths, but they kept exchanging eyes with each other.

　　 Richard sat in a pile of people and fished in troubled waters. He looked around while no one was paying attention, and suddenly found that several ice and snow priests were sitting not far from his right hand.

　　 The discord between Pompeii and the upper echelons of the Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess did not seem to have time to spread to these people. At least on the surface, they get along well with their colleagues.

　　 Lord Lord winked at a priest who was also looking at him, who turned his head quickly with a baffling expression on his face.

　　 "There are no foreign guests here, we might as well speak freely." Suffolk smiled and clapped his hands. "Based on my twenty years of military experience, Stuart will not be Pompeii's opponent."

　　 As soon as this remark came out, it could be said that everyone wanted to say but didn't dare to say something, and immediately received a warm response from everyone.

　　 "They chose the wrong opponent at the wrong time."

　　 "His Majesty Belluni may inherit the name of the Mad King."

　　 Pride is a vice that soldiers should avoid in any case, but none of you here are outsiders, and they have a much deeper understanding of war than ordinary people.

　　Of course, they understand a very simple truth-combat effectiveness is not rootless duckweed, it can always be seen from all aspects. To fight is to fight money. Taxation, population, and the amount of iron smelted almost constitute the basis for the existence of a country's military strength.

　　 In recent decades, under His Majesty Sargerei's governance, Pompeii has flourished, national power has become more prosperous, and military power has also risen. And Stuart knows that natural disasters and man-made disasters are staged in turn, a vivid interpretation of what is called fleeting disadvantage.

　　 The two old rivals who were once evenly matched are now at the time of the worst. The soldiers of Pompeii generally regarded Stuart proactively declaring war as seeking his own demise, and there were definitely many who even thought that His Majesty Stuart Belluny was a lunatic.

　　 Suffolk paused twice with his cane towards the ground, and the heavy metal head banged against the stone slab.

　　 "According to the latest intelligence from the military department, in order to clear the dragon that suddenly began to wreak havoc in the territory a month ago, Stuart's famous Golden Dragon Knight Corleone unfortunately died in battle."

　　 Richard immediately blew a whistle, his leading scene was suddenly out of control, and the whistle sounded one after another. Make a very serious high-level military conference look like a group of hooligans strolling around the kiln.

　　 No wonder they are so excited.

　　 The dragoon commander who drives the dragon to swim in the sky, his minions are as sharp as his breath, and he is a **** of death on the battlefield. Can determine the outcome of a battle, and occasionally even determine the rise and fall of a power.

　　 is undoubtedly the ultimate arms that mankind can master.

　　 There were originally four Pompeii in the ultimate arms, and three in Stuart, which is at best a bit of an advantage. But the gods may really be on Pompeii's side. This Stuart's dragon rider actually killed one. The number has been compared to four to two, which is twice as much as the opponent.

　　 Richard took advantage of the chaos around, UU reading www. uukanshu.com quietly stabbed Derek a elbow, "Baker, do you think Master Suffolk is so optimistic?"

　　Bedrick held his waist and sighed and gasped for a long time before he said: "I don't understand too specific, anyway, I feel that old men generally don't do things that are uncertain...Do you know how strong your hands are."

　　 "This time the Kingdom has gathered four legions and a total of 150,000 people, and all four dragoon generals will participate in the war. They will take the initiative to launch an offensive from the northwest of Stuart, letting them pay for their recklessness and ignorance!"

　　 Every time Suffolk said, the officers present cheered. Their excitement is obvious, and the chance for promotion and fortune has finally come.

　　 "The officer has been ordered, our Dragon Claw Legion will serve as the vanguard of the whole army and take the lead in attacking Winter City."

　　 Richard raised his eyebrows, and instantly recovered to the appearance that nothing happened. It was like a stone thrown into an ancient well, and after two waves of waves, it quickly returned to peace.

　　 Dracula said that the "Ring of Sky and Thunder" belonged to a collector named Magellan. It so happened that Mr. Magellan happened to live in Winter City.