ps: The content is the same as the reflection in chapter 112. The author is desperate, please support me.
With the alliance's strategic contraction, the siege of Nanhai Town was finally resolved.
Looking at the ** Corps, which suffered nearly half of its casualties after the hard battle, Lothar suddenly found that the words he had prepared to beat the captains could not be uttered at all.
In the early days of the war, the most capable regiment in the southern theater defended Nanhai Town for more than a month without any reinforcements. It did not mobilize a single civilian from Nanhai Town to go to the battlefield, perfectly fulfilling the soldiers' accusations.
"Where is John Swain? I didn't see him on the death list."
After paying condolences to the Army Corps, Lothar asked about the whereabouts of his "eyeliner".
"..."
All the ** Corps commanders were silent.
"Please answer my question." Lothar pointed the ground with his scabbard emphatically.
"Co-captain John Swain is a pure man." Ymir suddenly said this.
"Huh?" Lothar was a little confused.
"His regiment is all pure men." Henny Mareb couldn't help but add, and then continued, "The orcs assembled catapults, our defense line was in danger, and Swain and his regiment undertook the surprise attack. Mission. John succeeded, but he was the only one in the entire regiment who came back alive."
Next, the young mayor of Nanhai Town told a story about a tough guy to the alliance's supreme commander, Marshal Anduin Lothar.
At dawn on the second day of the raid, John Swain returned to Nanhai Town with seven horses tied in a row, each horse dragging the bodies of four or five Union warriors.
Forty-three catapults, we destroyed them all.
John Swain fell unconscious after leaving such words.
When he woke up, John Swain refused to mention what happened that night, but asked the blacksmith of Southsea Town to melt the weapons of the fallen soldiers he brought back into a two-handed sword.
Write a retirement application to the alliance for me. Goodbye, brothers. I will never die in peace unless I kill that orc with my own hands.
John Swain finished this sentence. He left Nanhai Town with his big sword.
Later, legends began to emerge about wandering swordsmen who used strange swords to kill orcs everywhere.
"That's right." Lothar sighed longly. Although he didn't know what happened to John Swain, Swain was the only one who shouldered the unbearable weight of his life during the war.
"Union officer John Swain is missing. He cannot be confirmed to have been killed in action, and his rank and status will be retained. Let's handle it this way for the time being."
After taking care of the beginning and end for John Swain, Lothar conveyed the latest order to the Army Corps, and all the officers present cheered.
His general was enthroned as king, and Lothar sent his army back to Alterac to find his general.
One thousand people were added to the ** Corps. Barely recovering to the strength of four regiments, and allocating a thousand men to Turalyon as a guard, this tired but not to be underestimated army marched towards the white snow of Alterac.
Although it took a lot of extra time to bypass the Horde, the team led by Turalyon and Terenas' envoy almost entered the city of Alterac.
"General!"
"His Majesty!"
When seeing Carlos, the veterans of the Army Corps burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, I left you when you needed me most." Carlos took off his iron crown and looked guiltily at these comrades who had followed him through life and death.
Carlos could straighten his back in front of anyone and make a gesture worthy of heaven and earth, but he lowered his head in front of the Army Corps.
"Your Majesty, please don't insult us! We are professional soldiers, not children who need nannies to take care of! You are a king and can join the death squads. What else can we expect? Your troops have lived up to their trust and Nanhai Town is intact. "Ymir shouted with an angry expression.
"Your troops lived up to the trust and Nanhai Town is intact."
All the veterans who participated in the defense of Nanhai Town shouted together.
"...Thank you for your hard work, comrades." After holding it in for a long time, Carlos really didn't know what to say and said this.
"It's not hard, it's not hard."
"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty."
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Not getting the answer "Serve the people", Carlos came to his senses with some regret.
"Everyone, let's go down and rest first. We can wait until you're full and have enough to eat and drink."
After appeasing the old men of the Legion, Carlos finally had time to communicate with Turalyon and the envoys of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
With his father, Grand Duke Alex Barov, as regent, receiving the envoys from the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the meeting between Carlos and Turalyon became much more casual.
In the palace garden, two young men randomly found a stone table that looked relatively clean. After casually touching it twice with their hands, they decided it was clean and asked Alleria to sit down. The two casual people didn't even bother to do anything superficial. They placed the food and wine on the table and took a few bites first.
"What's going on down there? It's far away, so I can't see clearly just by looking at the battle report." Carlos asked.
"Good or bad. The soldiers are getting better and better at fighting, but the orcs can never be killed." As Lothar's adjutant, Turalyon rarely had the opportunity to drink. Here in Carlos, he could finally satisfy his craving. .
"By the way, it's winter. Is it necessary for you to drink in this garden with no flowers, no grass, and a few sparse leaves? I don't believe that His Majesty Carlos can't even find a secret room. Arrived." Alleria had had enough of the horrible weather in the Alterac mountains along the way, and even now she was wearing a warm bearskin coat, her face was still red from the cold.
"This..." Turalyon felt like he had nothing to say.
"A man's romance needs to be moved by a woman." Carlos found that the reason "a man's romance" was so useful that it almost became a mantra.
Alleria stared speechlessly at two little boys who were no older than herself, talking about femininity with my mother. How could she stand this!
"What's going on with Uncle Biglas?" Seeing Alleria not speaking, Carlos decisively changed the subject.
"Are you talking about General Biglas Bertone? The frontal defense of Thoradin's Wall is impenetrable. The orcs tried to attack many times but failed. The marshal hid a large force behind Thoradin's Wall. Those who don't know The orcs who slipped through thought they could get a bargain, but in fact they thought too much. All that awaited them was destruction." Turalyon ate large chunks of meat and drank heavily, but kept chewing things in his mouth. He can also pronounce words clearly, which is considered a unique skill.
"Really? Well, the Gilnean defense line will not be lost, the Alterac Pass will not be lost, and Thoradin's Wall will not be lost. As long as these three passes are tightly held in the hands of the Alliance, the orc tribe will not be able to escape the fate of failure. Carlos took a sip and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The marshal also made the same judgment. But we have to guard against the trolls in the north, Carlos. The marshal hopes that you can divide your troops to rescue them, even if you only send the ** Corps. You should understand that Marshal Lothar gave you the command of the ** Corps. means." Turalyon said.
"Of course I understand, it just reminds me that I am not only a king, but also the commander of the alliance. Turalyon, you have exposed Sir Lothar's background. Are there any envoys like you?" Carlos laughed and scolded.
"How do those crooked guys understand the thoughts of our Paladins? Many people have told me that Carlos is no longer just a Paladin, but also a king. But we understand that you are not just a Paladin. The king is also a paladin." Turalyon continued to eat. Carlos said, his eyes were a little red.
Long live understanding, the weight of these four words cannot be realized unless you stand in that position.
"Turalyon, Alleria, I want you to swear to keep the secret." Carlos said seriously.
Turalyon and Alleria then remained each sworn to secrecy by their own faith and gods.
"The key to going north for rescue is not me, it's not Alterac, it's Lordaeron, it's Terenas." Carlos said.
"Your Majesty Terenas?" Although Turalyon learned a lot from Lothar, he was in politics. He is a novice even worse than Carlos, an out-and-out layman. On the contrary, Alleria was moved and realized something.
"The reason why the Kingdom of Alterac has enough energy to go north for rescue is because I issued a mobilization order for a total war." Carlos explained.
"Total war mobilization order." Turalyon savored the words.
"Mobilization order for total war. The Kingdom of Alterac has paid such a huge price for the Alliance. It is impossible for Uncle Terenas not to express his gratitude. After Uncle Terenas's envoys and my father have reached an agreement, Alterac is the When the Trunk army is dispatched," Carlos said.
"That's good. His Majesty Terenas must be concerned about his own affairs. I'll just eat and drink with you in Kalos and wait for the result. Your Alterac ham is really delicious, Lordaeron's Compared with your Alterac ham, it's really..." Turalyon suddenly found that Alleria was still beside him. In front of his goddess, the young paladin was embarrassed to say vulgar words.
"Well, it's indeed good. The food in Silvermoon City is exquisite, but those nobles pay attention to color, flavor, and image. It's simply heretical. Shouldn't the food be about taste? Silvermoon City's ham and Alterac's In comparison, it's like shit." Alleria commented.
"... Shit? Ho**ht" The goddess suddenly transformed into a female man, and Turalyon was stunned.
"Okay, you are worthy of being the eldest sister of the Windrunner family. Come on, let's have a drink for ho**ht." Carlos quickly smoothed things over.
"Dry!"
"Yes, yes, yes, let's drink!" Turalyon suddenly felt that he knew Alleria better. Alleria, who spoke foul language, was so charming!
After the wine and food were gone, Alleria made a request to talk to Carlos alone, and Turalyon left happily and smoothly.
"What do you want to ask?" Carlos shook the wine bottle, hoping to shake it out a little more.
"Don't you want to ask something?" Alleria asked maliciously.
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"..."
"!"
"What do you know?" Carlos felt guilty inexplicably.
"I only know that one of my subordinates spread the news most of the night." Alleria replied.
"Ah hahaha, this is really important news. By the way, how is that subordinate of yours?" Carlos asked, laughing.
"That young lady who was just waiting to die told me that she quit after a month. She wasn't feeling well and was going back to Quel'Thalas." Alleria answered.
"Miss?" Carlos was confused.
"Yeah, why do you think a certain clumsy guy should stay with me? Isn't it because she is the eldest lady of the Mingyi family? If it were another guy who dared to apply for a transfer order with me on the grounds of being unwell, look at me How to deal with her?" Alleria recalled a certain idiot with a look that didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
After a month of discomfort, Carlos, the eldest daughter of the Mingyi family, suddenly hated his rich ability to associate.
The female elf with whom he sang a song whose name he didn't even know was actually from the Mingyi family? Maybe even someone from Halduron Brightwing?
"Um, don't you want to ask anything else?" Carlos abruptly changed the subject.
"No, I just want to chat with you for a while. By the way, that little idiot's villa is outside the Great Barrier." After Alleria said that, she waved her sleeves, not leaving Carlos in the dark.
Woman...this woman...no, this female elf, this old woman from the high elf!
Sure enough, the old and the immortal become a spirit, and the beautiful woman is very scheming!
Carlos suddenly felt a headache. To be continued. ↗
