Chapter 1705: 570. Hmm, this place is really perfect for a cemetery! -Extra chapter [12/30]_2
This fully proves that the military wisdom of foreigners should not be underestimated.
“You may go.”
Kudell stretched his wings and said to Maxim by his side:
“Sir Murphy is waiting for us below. According to his schedule, tomorrow you will go with him to visit Lady Hether, the Second Lord of the Blood Covenant Knights Group. You must be prepared, Mark. For a while, that supposedly hard-to-deal-with dwarf vampire will be your only ally.”
“Hmm, Lionea introduced Lord Hether to me.”
As Maxim descended to the ground, he said:
“She said if Lord Paryen is the sharpest point of the Blood Covenant, the Palano Knight is the ornate golden handle of the war spear, and the Third Lord Yvette is the blood-stained flowing tassel, then Lady Hether is the stone that polishes the spear.
Both resolute and obstinate.”
“Hmm, a good description.”
Kudell nodded but then changed the subject, saying:
“But are you and Lionea on such good terms now? She’s even telling you these things?”
“Uh, just a colleague relationship. Lionea is helping me train the musketeers.”
Maxim looked awkward and waved his hand, saying:
“Please make sure not to spread these words, there are already too many rumors that are tiresome.”
“Hmm, I think you should be more concerned about who is really spreading the gossip, right?”
The Civilian Protection Officer said quietly:
“Look, that annoying guy is right up ahead, Mark. Draw your skull crusher hammer and smash his handsome face to a pulp. Trust me, many will cheer you on.”
“…”
Maxim kept a straight face and didn’t reply.
He landed on the ground and loudly said to Murphy, who was holding a telescope and observing the Cadman People’s Army’s marching formation:
“Your Excellency, the Governor! The Commander of the Cadman People’s Army, Maxim, reports with three thousand warriors at your command! Awaiting your instructions.”
“I’m not a commander; I’m just a nominal leader, Mark.”
Murphy said with a pout:
“Speaking of military theoretical knowledge, you know more than me with your two hands combined, but all that knowledge is just experience. What follows is the actual operations.
I’ve secured the best position I could find for you, and I’ve brought in a batch of Rangers with elf apprentices. Our ancient comrades have also returned to the continent, and a batch of cannons procured from the Half-body Men and dwarves will be given to these pirates, who will be under your command in this battle.
The vampires’ finest scouts are currently running through the Dark Mountain Range, gathering intelligence for you, while the strongest warriors of the night are fighting alongside you.
Look, I’ve done the best I could with the supporting work and set the stage for you and your soldiers.
Next, it’s your turn to perform.”
He put down the telescope and looked back at Maxim and Kudell.
The two generals of the Blood Vulture Clan wore newly made commander uniforms today, crafted by the master tailor “Lady Shui” and Master Tanner in collaboration. The uniforms were crisp and tidy and embodied a considerable uplifting masculine dignity.
This military uniform was entirely modeled after the extraordinary aesthetic design of the Third Empire. The fitted style uniform paired with a leather belt, and black military trousers combined with hunting-style high boots, formed an excellent visual effect.
This uniform was so outstanding that Maxim’s slightly peculiar white hair became a rather excellent accent.
Of course, the thing with the big “gold” insignia is something that should be thrown into the trash at all times. A squid being a bastard doesn’t mean those things can wash away the bad smell; binary thinking is not advisable.
“Lady Shui” obviously favored simplicity, thus the black stiff military uniform hardly had any decorations, only the Blood Vulture Clan’s blood eagle insignia and Transylvania’s ancient sword blade knight badge to indicate identity, with epaulets to represent rank.
Maxim wore a commander’s sword at his waist and carried the legendary skull crusher hammer on his back, making him look imposing. Murphy even thought he could win a consolation prize if he were sent to a model exhibition.
But after all, he’s still young, lacking in presence.
Compared to Lord Kudell beside him, who was wearing the same style but seasoned through life’s ups and downs, this guy simply seemed like a Guard Commander, while Kudell, despite standing in the position of an adjutant beside Maxim, looked more like a Marshal Excellency who had come to the grassroots.
Especially since Kudell had grown a beard, making his imposing aura even more gripping.
“New clothes are nice, aren’t they?”
Murphy asked teasingly.
Maxim and Kudell exchanged glances; they both nodded simultaneously. Kudell said:
“I must give a heartfelt evaluation: although the soldiers’ uniforms are much more simplistic, that fitted design still makes them look spirited and uplifting. If our soldiers were originally second-rate, then wearing this new uniform can elevate their presence to first-rate.
The phrase ‘appearance is combat power’ is indeed true.”
“Save those words for after the war is over.”
Murphy waved his hand, saying:
“A Black Disaster will suffice to prove their and our quality; the future of Transylvania will soon reveal itself. You two come with me; there’s something I need to tell you.”
The Governor brought his two commanders to a temporary command post in Shadow Valley, took out a document, and handed it to them. Maxim glanced at the contents of the document and his expression changed drastically, while Kudell exclaimed in surprise: