"enough."
Griffith shouted to Russell, reaching out and grabbing the whip in his hand.
This is the first alienated Beyonder of the same model as a member of the Westeros Special Combat Technology Force to be captured, and the value of the information is immeasurable. Loper, who has escaped from the state of the harpy, is as fragile as an ordinary girl, and it is up to Raselhu to hold on.
"Don't give me orders, Griffith!"
Russell yelled at the top of his lungs, and the anger in his eyes even shocked Rana and Murat:
"Enemy! She is... the same kind as Isius, the monster who killed Kurala!
"Don't you understand! Griffith, I want these monsters,
“Nail them all to the crosses by the roadside!
"From here, all the way to Old Town."
An invisible force suddenly grabbed Russell's throat and lifted him off the ground, breathless.
The powerful demon hunter grabbed his throat in vain, but couldn't push away the noose-like suffocation, foaming at the mouth.
"Obey, or get out."
With just a wave of his hand, Griffith threw the tall Russell out and fell against the wall like a rag doll. He turned around and looked at Murat beside him.
Murat spread his hands: "It seems that I have no choice."
"Okay, let's take a look at Ophelia's situation. Send this woman away. You can use the confessional, but if you keep her alive, you might be able to get some of our people back."
In preparation for the upcoming battle, Griffith still has a lot to do. Ophelia is a good interrogator. Although she was injured, she still had no problem asking for information.
Leaving the interrogation, Griffith returned to the office he had prepared for himself in the wizard's tower and began to review reports and orders.
Most of the documents were emergency announcements from nearby towns, and panicked local officials asked all the troops for help. The rebels surrounded only one of the twenty-four legions of Bayeran, but this legion and its auxiliary troops were one of the few mobile forces in the Verona area.
The same goes for the official documents from the Old Town, the capital of Verona. They sent a letter to the town of Harmanli early in the morning, asking how many people they have on hand.
Beyeland's 24 regular legions are field armies that respond to crises around the world and must deal with wars and rebellions around the world. Of these 24 legions, 17 were spread like pepper powder over the vast territory from Odessa and Sevastro to the Eastern and Southern Provinces. To relieve Macdonald's Fourth Army, a reliable force was necessary.
However, once reliable troops are transferred from Beyeland and other places, it will inevitably cause an imbalance of power somewhere. From the moment a shepherdess of Verona resisted even if she turned into a monster, this war has surpassed the Senate's knowledge and control.
Griffith threw the official letter into the trash, poured himself a large glass of ale, took a sip, and sighed deeply——
What chaos, what urgency. The current situation in front of us is really——
marvelous!
This thought shocked Griffith. However, he was really happy from the bottom of his heart.
It doesn't matter whether the rebels are backed by Roland, the Confederacy, or some big figures from Salorian and Beyeland. As long as they light a fire in Verona, the Senate that rules the world has no choice!
The Senate only has so many legions. It cannot form a new army in a short time, and there is no money. If there was money in the treasury, why would we fall out with businessmen and factory owners at the beginning of the year?
I remember that the big shots in Beyeland tried every possible means to light a fire, hoping to use the flames of war to roast Verona until it was full. They did eat it, but how many of them could have imagined that today it would be their turn to be roasted by the situation in Verona?
How many people can imagine that a powerful army with heavy infantry, cavalry, artillery, extraordinary men and wizards would be unable to deal with ragged farmers, herdsmen and miners?
The big shots in Beyeland will definitely use the local forces in Verona to recognize the new army trained and armed here. They needed these troops to deal with the rebels and, in the near future, the Confederacy.
The troops that have been or will be assembled near the town of Harmanli include a battalion directly under Griffith, two battalions and two squadrons of cavalry given by the earls, and two reorganized battalions. Most of these nearly four thousand troops are not in the budget or military rolls. They are teams unknown to the Senate, unknown to the rebels, and unknown to the Holy See of the Gods. With this army, there are also capable supernatural beings and extraordinary beings...
Griffith leaned back in his chair, experiencing an inexplicable feeling.
In January last year, he was ordered to attack the veterans. He had no choice, that was the order.
In March last year, he was sent to the Black Realm to die. He had no place to escape, this was the rule.
In October last year, he watched Krista being submerged in the whirlpool of conspiracy and the sea of fire, but he could not stop it. This is the will of God in the world. Once their power is activated, it is unstoppable to humans.
In January of this year, Galadia was selected to participate in the Sacrifice of the Chosen Ones. No matter what those great gods were planning before, the answer will be revealed.
But, this time it’s different!
The order of the world is collapsing, war is about to begin, and the agents sent by the gods to the world are fighting, not yet guarding against the bayonets aimed at them.
This time, Roland and his allies have made plans, and Griffith is in the middle of the chess game. When it comes to the end depends on the course of the war and the decision-making of the players.
Griffith stood up, his eyes gleaming, and his sharp blood surged. He paced back and forth in the small office and for the first time gave an answer to a question he had been thinking about for a long time:
Shall I always win for the senate of Beyeland, "for these spokesmen"?
…
In the evening, members of Homon Watts in the town of Halmanli held an impromptu enlarged meeting of the Former Enemies Committee.
Attending the meeting were Griffith, Lana, Ophelia, Midian Maier, Murat, Russell, as well as the rescued Berthier and a few first-year magic students. The local nobleman, Warren Haydon, whom everyone knew and had fought with in the previous year's war, brought some locals to join them.
They were nobles and officers, or at least Extraordinaries. Together with the reinforcements that were gradually arriving, they had completely controlled the situation that was out of control.
"According to the instructions from our superiors, we established a new Former Enemy Committee, with Griffith, Rana and me as committee members, to coordinate all local defense and carry out reinforcement tasks for the Fourth Army."
Berthier spoke mechanically and coldly. His eyes were dim and calm, and all the light left with Nona.
"aye~!"
Everyone present agreed in unison.
Then, Berthier made a report on military affairs.
In addition to five infantry battalions/brigades and two squadrons of cavalry, local nobles, squires and mercenaries formed a new cavalry squadron, and it was agreed that Murat would lead them. There was still one artillery squadron left in Berthier's column, which had been wiped out. Due to poor roads, it failed to follow the main force and escaped the fate of destruction.
This artillery squadron is equipped with eight latest 6-pound guns with a range of more than 600 meters.
According to everyone's decision, the two battalions reorganized by Halmanly were led by local Russell and local commander Warren Hayton respectively; the battalions of Earl Larmore and Griffith were led by Ophelia and Mi Dimeia was in charge, Count Chalon's battalion and the dragoon squadron "Black Wolf" were under the control of Lana, and the "Storm" armored cavalry squadron was under the direct control of Commander-in-Chief Griffiths.
Berthier served as chief of staff and also had direct jurisdiction over the artillery unit.
This patchwork army was named "Griffith Battle Group" as usual. The entire army had 3,600 infantry, 540 cavalry and 130 artillery, as well as more than a thousand local civilians responsible for transporting supplies.
Their enemies, said to number tens of thousands of warriors, were besieging MacDonald's corps two days' journey away. There are also an unknown number of Gulam troops with strong combat effectiveness that provide these rebels with mysterious combat effectiveness. They are composed of young soldiers from the disbanded Westeros Special Combat Techniques Unit and members developed locally in Verona.
There is a Bayeran Legion that is trying to support the Fourth Legion. However, they encountered terrifying monsters and powerful obstructions, and the battle has not progressed.
The rebels are very powerful, and even if they draw only part of their strength, they can cause huge damage to the Griffith battle group.
"We cannot attack the rebels head-on," Griffith told everyone about his plan, "nor will we relieve Macdonald. Both tasks are beyond our capabilities."
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Everyone in the meeting looked at him in confusion.
There are powerful extraordinary beings here, including infantry, cavalry and artillery. If you don't avenge your companions, what else can you do?
"What Griffith means is," Berthier explained to everyone,
"If you can't beat me head-on, you have to change your home."
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