Chapter 624 626. King
The huge smoke column that shoots straight into the sky, with a diameter of one kilometer, attracts more attention than the Nilfgaardians.
In fact, there are still a large number of troops from the northern countries in the current Soden area.
The de jure ruler of the Soden region is King Foltest of Temeria, who has a claim to this land relying on his maternal lineage.
During the formation of the Northern Alliance, he also actively connected the kings of various countries and was a major contributor to the alliance.
In order to promote the Northern Alliance against the Nilfgaard Empire, Foltest even gave up on swallowing up the remaining forces of Stytha in his own country and taking them for himself.
The Nilfgaardian Emperor's men once planned to expose part of their forces in Temeria on the eve of sending troops, so that Foltest would be too full to move.
It is equivalent to losing part of the intelligence power to delay Temeria's dispatch of troops.
But Foltest is not a mediocre king after all.
Although he showed the greed, ferocity, and monopoly that all kings have when he annexed the Stesa inheritance, he looked like a wild boar.
But he was a king who nearly doubled the size of Temeria during his reign.
Halfway through eating the 'bait' thrown to him by Nilfgaard, and then hearing the news of the war in Cintra, it almost took him less than a day to sort it out. Stake.
And he spat out the 'bait' that had been taken into his mouth without any hesitation, gave up the royal family's monopoly, and distributed it to many people in the country.
In exchange for being a king, he has the say in domestic military dispatch.
So Nilfgaard's 'bait' not only failed to hold him back, but unexpectedly accelerated Foltest's ability to consolidate his military strength.
Indirectly contributed to the start of the First Battle of Soden.
Yes, the first time.
The Soden area is a long and narrow area running north to south. People usually divide it into 'Upper Soden' and 'Lower Soden'.
Lower Sodden in the south is close to the territory of Sintra, and it was also the site of the First Battle of Sodden.
“This time it’s no small matter, gentlemen.”
In the camp where the stewards and scribes were coming in and out, Foltest stood in front of the command table covered with maps, explaining to several other people wearing crowns.
“In the last battle, our two sides invested a total of nearly 20,000 troops, and our people...”
“That was not a battle at all, it was simply a massacre!”
< br>King Henselt of Kaedwen snorted coldly, his tone irritable.
“I brought my soldiers across thousands of miles, but they were tricked to death by their comrades in arms! No dignity!”
"Being tricked to death by his comrades? That's not necessarily the case. Most of my men died due to the lack of ammunition caused by mismatched crossbow models."
Demavi, the king of Aedirn, held a wine cup set with gold and rubies in one hand. Foot Cup, said angrily.
The four northern countries themselves also have their own conflicts. For example, Aedirn and Kaedwen have border disputes.
Their weapons models and logistics specifications are different, and even the meanings of the whistle arrows and flags sent out on the battlefield are different.
In the short period of time since the coalition was formed, several kings have beheaded no fewer than five logistics department directors.
They also know that unfavorable logistics management is an unavoidable status quo. Even if you invite Professor Ossenfurt over, it will still be like this.
But if something is wrong in the military, someone has to take responsibility. So whether they want it or not, the logistics manager has to hand over their head.
"We have all fought in many battles. We can all imagine how difficult it was when our coalition forces first started cooperating. Now it is meaningless to ask how many people died in the beginning."
The oldest king here and the most respected one is Vizmir II of Redania.
He spoke with a kindness unique to the elderly. "Those people deserve to die. We have to sacrifice our lives to know how this unprecedented coalition should act and coordinate, to know the level of the enemy, and to make the enemy look down upon us, so as to gain an advantage for the truly important subsequent war. ”
"Yes, the war we are about to launch next is an unprecedented war."
Foltest followed up.
“Our intelligence agency believes that by then our two sides will have invested a total of nearly 100,000 people! And the more than 20 warlocks united by Master Vilgefortz will also participate as never before. Come and intervene in the war."
At this point, every king had a more or less surprised look on his face.
Although they had all heard the news more or less before, after all, they all had their own intelligence agencies.
But this number still makes them unbelievable.
After all, even their capital has a total population of only ten or twenty thousand people.
And now, they are going to hold a war with 100,000 warriors alone.
Before truly uniting their forces, none of them thought that they could have so much military power.
The communication between the kings will end soon, and the remaining more specific and tedious details will be completed by the people under their command.
After everyone walked out of their tents, Foltest, who was habitually wearing a suit that could not tell whether it was a battle armor or a dress, waved his hand behind him.
So from the shadow in the corner of the tent behind him, Vernon Roche walked out.
He still wore a soft cloth hat on his head, but at least it wasn't broken anymore.
“Has there been any result from the fire and the plume of smoke that shot up into the sky a few days ago?”
Foltest's sharp eyes kept scanning the map, and the chess pieces in his hand tapped on the table.
“I always feel that the cause and consequences of that fire will not be so simple.”
Foltest is talked about among many kings for his excellent strategic vision. , this is well-known.
And next, Vernon Roche's reaction also confirmed this.
This tough guy who was discovered and trained by the king from the stinky ditch held the information that had just been handed over to him, but the expression on his face was very strange.
It's a sense of absurdity that says, 'My mind tells me this is bullshit, but at the same time, my logic tells me it's true.'
“Your Majesty, according to the intelligence, the wildfire a few days ago should have killed at least 3,000 Nilfgaardian soldiers, including at least a group of 500 people. Cavalry troops. And there are nearly a thousand civilians."
At this point, Roche was a little stuck.
Foltest had to remind without looking back: "The massacre of civilians. Anyone who has been in contact with the Nilfgaardian army for a long time will not be surprised, that is, those who are confused by the poems and stories of the south. The idle nobles and scholars who have lost their minds will have doubts about this."
Roche pursed his lips: "But according to intelligence analysis, someone was attacking the Nilfgaardians in this mountain fire. hand, which resulted in none of them escaping.”
"Do it? Who did it? There shouldn't be any troops still active in that area, right?"
"Yes, no more. But it's not just one person from the army who did it."
< br>The camp suddenly fell into an unspeakable silence.
Then, amid the sound of leather rubbing against the wooden bench, Foltest turned around.
Looking at his loyal attendant with the look of "Are you okay with your mind?"
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(End of this chapter)