The sky is clear and the wind is gentle.
On the outskirts of the plantation, several young soldiers were lying on the wooden fence, looking at the female workers who were milking the cows inside.
The female workers are also very young, in their twenties, wearing servant skirts common in plantations, and with floral cloth headscarves on their heads.
After connecting the milking machine to the cow, the female workers ran over and shouted at several soldiers.
"What are you looking at?" "Sneaky, you can tell it's not a good thing at a glance!" "Peeping, pervert."
Facing the girls' glares, several soldiers were laughing and joking.
"Why are we peeping? We just stand here and watch openly." "Look at a lot of meat." "And it's not the first day we watched it. We watched it yesterday and the day before yesterday." "Now let's talk about it. It’s too late, we’ve already seen you all.”
The girls ran over and looked very happy.
"Sister, look at how proud they are, they really deserve a beating." "You dare to laugh, I'll beat you up!" "They are all cowards. If there is anything interesting to see through the fence, come in and take a look if you have the guts."
The two parties were having fun, like a boy and a girl who were in love for the first time. The soldiers were troops who came to station a few days ago, and the girls were female workers in the plantation.
"The troops will be dispatched tomorrow. Come and say goodbye to you."
As this sentence appeared, the atmosphere became a little heavy.
"Will you come back?" "I don't know." "That's it..."
"We are leaving tomorrow. Can you leave us your contact information?" "Why should I give it to you? Who are you? Who am I?"
"Don't regret it if you don't give it now. Maybe we will be officers when we come back." "Oh, who cares about officers?" "Yes, officers don't go home all day long and have no time to spend with their wives."
After tugging for a while, the female workers finally gave them their contact information.
"Where are you going?" "I don't know, maybe the Red Rock Line."
"Remember to write to me when you have nothing to do~" "The signal will be blocked when entering the combat area. I will write to you as soon as I get the chance." "That's agreed." "Hmm..." "Also, don't be here Looking for women outside."
After reluctantly saying goodbye, the soldiers returned to the military camp, and the female workers continued to milk the cows.
A few days later, Chen Xing was lying on the sofa in the living room, browsing the news. The head maid stood next to him, holding a porcelain plate and a black teapot, ready to add tea to the master at any time.
A piece of news suddenly appeared on the screen. The font is bright red and eye-catching.
[The Northern Alliance declares war on the Red Rock Principality]
Chen Xing sat upright suddenly.
"No way, is this going to start?" he said to himself.
"What happened, Master?" Jian Yue Canglian asked with concern.
"There is going to be a war in the country." "Then we need to reserve more food." "I have already asked people to do it, and we have our own output, so there will be no problem." "That's good."
After watching the news for a while, Chen Xing turned off the portable screen, and the head maid made timely suggestions.
"Master, the weather is nice today. Do you want to go swimming?"
There is a large swimming pool in the back garden of the mansion, which has been filled with water since the weather started to get warmer.
Chen Xing looked outside. The sun was shining brightly, and it was indeed a good day for swimming.
"It's so boring to play alone. Call all the maids and let's have a pool party!"
"As you command, my master."
After a while, loud music sounded in the hall, and Ouyang Tianhua's clear singing voice filled the garden.
Young girls wearing three-point swimsuits are surrounding the edge of the swimming pool. They are fat and thin, and they are talking sweetly. Some were swimming in the pool, some were sitting on the edge of the pool playing in the water, and some were lying on beach chairs applying sunscreen.
A water volleyball game is taking place in the shallow end of the swimming pool. The whole swimming pool was noisy and lively.
Boxes of cold beer were moved to the edge of the pool, and the girls gathered around, opening bottles and drinking.
"Master is so handsome!" "Cheers to master!" "Cheers!" "Yeah!" "Long live master!" "Master, I love you!"
Chen Xing was wearing floral shorts, a shirt, flip-flops, and a straw hat while lying on a beach chair, enjoying the noisy play of the girls and drinking cold beer. He was leisurely and very comfortable.
"Hehe, come after me~" "Slut, stop!"
A pair of white rabbits jumped in front of us, and then another pair of white rabbits jumped in front of us. Then the two pairs of white rabbits collided hard and fell to the ground with a "pop". All kinds of dazzling and pleasing to the eye.
Any girl here belongs to him, and as long as he is willing, he can do anything he wants to do...
While Chen Xing was enjoying the wine pond and the meat forest, the northwest line of the Chiyan Mountains was a different scene.
Red soil is flying and dust is filling the air. The noise of vehicles and the shouts of people were mixed together, making it extremely noisy.
On the laterite mountain, the reflection of the lens flashes from time to time, which seems to tell everyone that the mountain is full of troops.
"Brother, do you think we will die here?" Peter asked.
"Maybe, maybe not," Sean said.
"Then if, I mean if..." Peter hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Our father and we both died, what would happen to Prader Town, what would happen to my mother and sisters?"
"There is a high probability that they will leave Prader Town. Without the guards, they will not be able to survive there." Sean said.
"Then why are we here?" Peter was a little confused.
"We are fighting for an opportunity, an opportunity to become stronger and gain more glory." Sean replied.
"Is it worth it?" Peter asked.
"I don't know..." Sean shook his head, "I only know that our ancestors have been here for generations. Fighting, gaining glory, and becoming nobles. We are the same, walking along the path of our ancestors..."
"What about mother and sisters? It will be difficult for them without us, right?" Peter said worriedly.
"They will receive a pension that is enough for a lifetime of carefree life, as well as the glory we have brought to the Prad family. Many years later, new Prad will come to the battlefield and follow our path. Okay." Sean looked firmly at the red clay rocks on the mountain.
The confusion in Peter's eyes gradually disappeared. He seemed to see Prad's ancestor standing beside him, looking into the distance.
At the same time, multi-party communications were taking place in the conference hall of the Red Rock City Palace.
The hall was dark, and the Marquis of Red Rock Copperhammer Grantham was sitting at the head of the conference table, with a holographic map of the Ambergris River projected on the table.
Except for the leader of the Red Rock Kingdom, everyone else attending the meeting was a hologram.
"As expected by Mr. Lin, the Golden-Eyed Witch took the lead in declaring war on our Principality of Chiyan." Marquis Chiyan showed respect, "I wonder what you would like to suggest, sir?"
A young man stood up, with a wild look on his face and an air of rebelliousness. He is Lin Yuanzheng, the "Fox of Qingqiu", one of the four great military geniuses in the Red Earth Continent.
"Chiyan is fully engaged in defense. Silver Claw, Black Spear, and Cold Ridge mobilized elites, disguised as a group of refugees, to lurk in the Yingtou Mountain area. Once the Red Dragon launches a full-scale war against Chiyan, they will immediately attack Farrington and catch them off guard." Lin The tone of the expedition is sonorous and powerful, full of confidence.
"No need to declare war?" Xiao Tiehu, Marquis of Hanling, frowned. The Snow Mountain Clan values glory and cannot accept the villain's actions of undeclared war.
"They have declared war on us." Lin Yuanzheng moved his hands. The topographic map on the desktop disappeared into nothingness with the movement of his hands, and a news page rose up.
[The Northern Alliance declares war on the Red Rock Principality]
"Does the Northern Alliance also include the Black Feather Principality?" Lin Yuanzheng asked the Marquis of Hanling.
The latter was silent for a moment, nodded, but did not answer any more words. It can be seen that although the Marquis of Hanling agreed on the surface and could not find any fault with it in theory, he still resented the sneak attack.
The red country is martial. What is advocated is frontal combat and the use of force to conquer the opponent, rather than all kinds of conspiracies and tricks. This is true for the people, and so is the king.
Lin Yuanzheng is from Qingguo. The Qing Kingdom is a mountainous country with complex terrain. The key to war is to be cunning and unpredictable, which is not in line with the tradition of the Red Kingdom.
Among the four great military geniuses, Ricardo was a typical Red countryman. He was good at arranging troops and using troops, rather than the art of deception.
However, the four kings are not pedantic people. Since they have invited Qingqiu Fox to be the commander-in-chief of the alliance, they will respect each other's decision even if they feel a little uncomfortable.
While the four kings and the alliance commander-in-chief were discussing the next step, hundreds of kilometers away, over the plains near the Heque Principality, a large aerostat with a gorgeous appearance was slowly moving.
Inside the gold-and-silver aeroboat, a handsome-looking blond man leaned on the back of the chair and crossed his legs. The leather shoes were polished and spotless, and there was a bright red rose stuck on the pure white dress.
The long fingers held the goblet, and the thick dark red wine swayed gently.
"Lin Yuanzheng, what cards are you planning to play?"
He was talking to himself, no one was around.
"Surprise attack on Farrington?"
"Or take a detour to Gray Point City?"
"Do you want to fight me in this way?"
"What a pity, Lin Yuanzheng, your opponent now is not me."
"It will probably be a long time before we meet on the chessboard."
"Tuk tuk..."
The hatch of the aerostat was suddenly knocked.
"Come in."
An officer came in and gave a military salute.
"Sir, communication from the eldest prince."
"Take it."
The curtains were drawn, the lights were dimmed, and a ray of light shot out from the ground, fanning out, revealing a holographic projection of Gavin Maris.
"The battle has begun on the Chiyan front line."
"As expected."
"Do we need to do anything?"
"Be an audience."
"I'm worried that our withdrawal this time will leave a bad impression on her."
"If you don't back down, what you're worried about is whether the First Army still exists."
"Okay, you're right..."
