Chapter 215： Confrontation (thanks to the leader of the "loyal servant Wangcai")

The rushing river in May has high waves.

The St. Hild family and St. Theon’s family have invested a total of more than 300,000 troops here, and they are facing each other nervously with the rushing river as the boundary.

In the past month or so, the two sides have experienced dozens of battles, large and small, and the entire rushing river has become a quagmire of war, but the situation is still stalemate, and it may be difficult to tell the winner for a while.

In the camp of the Uman family on the north bank of the river, hundreds of wounded are receiving treatment.

Although the wailing sounds are endless, the faces of these soldiers are still full of smiles, because they have just won a battle.

Such tentative battles happen almost every day. There are victories and defeats. Of course, the soldiers definitely hope to win. After all, this is the only way to accumulate military merit.

The strong and pungent herbal smell permeated the wounded camp, making surrounding soldiers reluctant to approach.

Count Uman frowned and went to the wounded camp. Soldiers saluted him along the way.

The earl nodded casually in return. He was not here to condolences the wounded soldiers. This kind of show is not very useful, and it is not his style.

"Where is the Knight Valla?"

"Master Earl, please come with me."

Following the leading soldier, Count Uman came to an ordinary camp.

Lifting the door curtain, Count Uman walked in.

"Master Earl!" The priest who was treating Valla was slightly surprised, and quickly got up and saluted.

"Don't be polite, how is he?" Count Uman waved his hand.

The pastor was slightly surprised, apparently thinking that Lord Earl seemed to care too much about his illegitimate son.

"Lord Earl, Knight Valla received a sword on his left chest, but there should be no stab, so there is no danger to his life. After one or two months of training, there should be no problem."

"Okay." Count Uman nodded, no joy or anger on his face.

The pastor then left and left the camp to the father and son.

"I'm sorry, father, I worried you." Valra said pale and weak.

"Don't take risks like this anymore. I will arrange for someone to send you back to Fallen Eagle City to recover from your injuries."

"Yes, father." The Valla knight responded quickly, with an imperceptible joy flashing in his eyes.

After confessing a few more casually, Earl Uman didn't stay too much, so he turned and left.

After the count left, the dying Valla Knight immediately sat upright, picked up the kettle at his feet, and poured a few large mouthfuls of "water".

Then he gave a pleasant smile.

...

Outside the camp, Earl Uman just walked a few steps when he saw a dwarf soldier hurriedly: "Earl, Marquis Dawson invites you to come and discuss something."

"it is good."

Earl Uman followed the dwarf soldiers all the way to the camp of the Marquis Dawson.

As soon as the account was booked, the Marquis Dawson handed over an invitation.

Count Uman took a look and frowned immediately: "Vera is going to marry Viscount Angele? The wedding will be three days later?"

"Yes." The Marquis Dawson poured another glass of ale for Earl Uman. "I just received the news, and the Duke of St. Hild is now in Ice Rock City. He will preside over the wedding in three days."

Count Uman took a sip of ale, and his tone was a little solemn: "In that case, the Anglia family is completely on the side of the St. Hild family?"

"Yes." The Marquis Dawson also sighed, "No one would have thought that Duke St. Hild would leave the army at this critical moment and go to Ice Rock City in person. It seems that he is very good to Viscount Anglia. It’s important."

"Anyone who holds an army like the Black Cavalry in his hand will be valued by the Lord of the North."

The Marquis Dawson nodded, and said with emotion: "Not only the Black Cavalry, but also the half-elf Silver Moon Guard. Hehe, at the beginning, I thought this kid was valued so much by the Marquis Garcia, mostly because of Wei. Pull's sake.

But now it seems that this Colin Angele is really a powerful character!

First, Silvermoon City defeated the Pegasus Legion, and then beheaded Modo II outside the Troll King City. Unknowingly, the son of this once humble baron has risen rapidly and has grown into a powerful that everyone dare not to underestimate. Lord. "

Count Uman's face changed.

Speaking of it, the Anglia family and the Uman family were originally related by marriage, and Colin should also be a lord who was very easy to be drawn to by the Uman Count.

But unfortunately, at the first thought, he personally pushed the opponent to the opposite side.

Therefore, hearing the Marquis Dawson praise Colin so, Earl Uman felt a little uncomfortable.

Although knowing that regret is only an unhelpful emotion, Earl Uman couldn't help thinking that if he hadn't sent an assassin in the first place, perhaps Colin would now become a big help for the Uman family.

The Marquis Dawson looked at the silent Earl Uman, his eyes moved slightly, but he still said solemnly:

"We must guard against the Anglia family joining the battle group. Therefore, I hope you can lead your army northward to protect the army's back road. You cannot easily let the Anglia family army come to the Battlefield of the River."

Hearing the words, Earl Uman quickly calmed his mind, looked at the military map on the wall for a moment, and said, "Then can you handle the Golden Lion Army?"

"There is a rushing river as a natural line of defense. The problem is not big. Moreover, after so many days of fighting style on the opposite side, I have basically figured it out. He is a commander with a steady style and cannot find perfect flaws and opportunities. It will definitely not attack aggressively.

In addition, let me tell you another good news. "

Earl Uman looked at the smile on the face of the Marquis Dawson, and couldn't help wondering: "What good news?"

"The Maynum family has sent troops and has now arrived in the northern border. It is estimated that it will reach the front line of the River Flowing in about ten days."

"Marquis Maynum?" Count Uman was shocked, and then asked with a smile on his face, "So, the San Lorenzo family has decided to abandon the San Hild family?"

The Marquis Dawson nodded with a smile.

"Then this time, the St. Hild family must be doomed!"

Count Uman said excitedly.

But immediately, he felt an unspeakable anger--

He didn't know such an important matter until now.

Obviously, the St. Theon family had already excluded him from the inner circle.

"How did Mr. Covet convince Emperor Reinhardt?" the unwilling Earl Uman asked tentatively.

The Marquis Dawson shook his glass and said with a smile: "The Maynum family will migrate to the North, and the original territory will be replaced with the northern territory."

Count Uman thought for a while before he understood what the other party meant: "Then, the dwarf Jianguo?"

"Yes." The Marquis Dawson nodded affirmatively, his eyes shining with dazzling brilliance.

Count Uman immediately understood what the San Lorenzo family had calculated, which was equivalent to digging out a large piece of territory from the North.

But he still had some doubts, could such conditions impress Emperor Reinhardt and let him abandon the St. Hild family, which is related to him by marriage, and instead support the St. Theon family, which has blood and blood feuds with the royal family?

"There are no other conditions?" Count Uman asked again.

"Others, I don't know." Marquis Dawson shook his head sincerely.

Seeing that he could not ask for more information, Earl Uman drank all the wine in his glass and stood up and said:

"Well, I will lead my army northward, and I will leave it to you on the side of the river."

"Hahaha, good!" Marquis Dawson smiled confidently, "When the Maynum family army arrives, it will be the day when the Golden Lion Army will be destroyed!"