In the Name of the Queen

"What did you say? Xidai City was breached?!"

Marco narrowed his eyes, and his tone was trembling slightly.

He stared at the new intelligence chief Dubuka in front of him, and couldn't believe his ears.

At this moment, he was stationed in Leon City on the central plateau of Jinyuan Country.

It is almost equidistant from Xidai and Port If, and is the geographical center of Jinyuan Country.

If it weren't for the relatively poor land in the central plateau, it would have the potential to become the capital.

Unfortunately, the plateau lacks water transportation capacity, and Leon City can only support tens of thousands of people.

A city with a population of hundreds of thousands is not worthy of the international status of Jinyuan Country.

Marco did not choose Leon City as the forward camp randomly, but after careful consideration.

The central plateau has a flat terrain and is high above. No matter which direction the attack comes from, it will be easily discovered by the defenders and hit head-on.

There are lakes, rivers, and food warehouses here. Even if the battle situation is unfavorable, you can use this place to fight back.

As long as he holds the central plateau, he will be invincible.

The supplies transported from the northern plains where Xidai is located were continuously assembled in Leon City and distributed by him to the front-line troops.

With food supplies in hand, there is no need to worry about the front-line troops causing trouble and turning against him.

Just a few minutes ago, he was still placing chess pieces on the sand table according to the latest intelligence, planning how to take down other old nobles after defeating Alina.

He had never thought about how to lose.

Now he knows.

Stealing the house.

Facing Marco's anger, the new intelligence chief Dubka scratched his head and whispered:

"Mr. President, the defense of Xidai City is intact. It was not breached, but the city gates were opened from the inside to welcome the enemy into the city. There is a traitor in our team."

Marco was silent for a long time and suddenly laughed.

He laughed with relief, and the intelligence chief standing opposite him almost had his legs limp with fear.

The president laughed, and life and death were unpredictable.

People who are not familiar with Marco are afraid of his stern face. In fact, although his stern face is scary, it is still traceable. Even the great goddess may not know what he is thinking when he laughs wildly.

Just as Dubka was dominated by fear, Marco stopped laughing and asked in a low voice:

"How many people know about this now?"

"Now I only know that the intelligence officer who got out of Xidai City was seriously injured and died just after reporting."

"Very good."

Marco smiled and patted Dubka's shoulder, and said softly: "Dubka, I will take care of your family for you, go with peace of mind."

While talking and laughing, his hand grasped Dubka's throat like an iron clamp and twisted it gently.

Dubka's neck turned back 180 degrees and was severed on the spot.

His eyes were wide open, and his life was frozen.

At this time, it was less than 20 days since he took over as the director of the Intelligence Bureau.

Marco looked around, took a long spear from the wall, and casually stabbed it into the ground, quietly chiseling out a large piece of soil.

He dug a big pit in a few strokes, then stuffed Dubka's body into it and filled the soil.

Dubka was a high-ranking official after all. If he was found dead in the president's study, it would definitely shake the morale of the army.

After handling the scene, Marco put away his spear as if nothing had happened, hung it back on the wall, and stared at the sand table in a trance.

The news of the fall of Xidai City only shocked him for a short while, and now he is completely calm.

He never cries for spilled milk, and even plans to use this little milk to lure new prey.

The fall of Xidai City is a foregone conclusion, and he has to find a way to turn defeat into victory.

The bad news is that he has lost the support from the rear, and the good news is that a large amount of food and supplies are here, which can still support him for a while.

What to do?

According to the normal thinking, Xidai City must be recaptured as quickly as possible.

But Marco is not a normal person, he is a madman, a smart madman.

Marching northward will be the end.

In a few days, the whole army will know that Xidai City has fallen, and morale will collapse instantly.

Marco is proficient in military affairs and knows the importance of morale.

He personally led 8,500 elite troops to defeat the 170,000 conservative troops, relying on the high-spirited new troops to repeatedly trample on the confused and confused enemy.

After a careful observation, Marco's eyes were fixed on the south.

Alina was in high spirits and had marched northward for about 800 kilometers. Now she was in Ronald City, less than 200 kilometers away from him, with her ice blade pointing directly at Leon.

As she marched, more and more followers surrounded her, and now there were more than 300,000 people.

Marco's lips sneered a little more.

Originally, he planned to wait for Alina to gather all the rebels and then catch them all in one net, but it seems that he has to close the net in advance.

He didn't take Alina seriously at all, and even wanted to use Alina as bait to fish.

This should have been an excellent layout, but he had to close the net in advance, which was a pity.

Marco made a decision in an instant.

He must march south immediately.

As long as the marching speed is fast enough, the bad news of the fall of Xidai City will not catch up with him.

A rough estimate shows that it will take at least ten days for the bad news to catch up with the main force.

That's enough!

It only takes one week to defeat Alina.

No, it won't take that long. Two days of marching and one day of fighting are enough!

Marco is confident of this.

As long as Alina is crushed, Roland will have no choice but to leave in disgrace.

Military is the continuation of politics. Roland is an excellent politician who will not confuse the important with the trivial.

He has the means to sneak attack Xidai City, but he has no reason to stay.

At that time, he could even hold a sumptuous dinner to thank Roland for helping him catch all the hidden traitors.

Marco called the adjutant and gave him an order.

"Let the whole army take the time to rest. Tomorrow morning, I will lead the cavalry to set off. The army will follow as quickly as possible. I will defeat the rebels in Ronald City!"

The adjutant did not dare to ask the president why he suddenly took action. He was only an adjutant, not the chief of staff. He should not ask questions that he should not ask, so that he could live a few more days.

After leaving the tent, the adjutant let out a long breath and cursed fiercely in his hometown dialect.

He cursed without a beginning or an end, and only he knew who he was cursing.

It was too difficult to work around Marco.

Who knows when he will lose his head.

He just smelled a hint of blood in the president's room.

He didn't know which unlucky guy was killed by the president himself, but he was sure it was a senior official.

The president was too disdainful to do it himself for people of too low status.

It would be great if Miss Alina could win.

The adjutant was shocked by his bold idea.

He quickly dispelled this rebellious idea and walked away quickly with his head down.

Don't interfere in the affairs of big shots!

Although he sympathized with Miss Alina in his heart, he didn't think Alina could win.

President Marco might not understand construction, but he understood struggle too well.

Fighting with him, nine heads would not be enough.

Miss Alina might have some ability, but could she be better than her father?

Mr. Carlo secretly manipulated the political situation and was killed by Marco. Can Alina rebel with these rabble?

Although he didn't dare to raise his opinion in front of Marco, he understood military affairs.

Alina's troops seemed to be powerful, but in fact they were a mob.

Her troops were composed of noble private soldiers, merchant armed forces, mercenaries, dock workers and even farmers.

Can such a team fight?

What a joke.

When President Marco's light cavalry arrived, the battle would become a one-sided massacre.

Thinking of Alina helplessly watching the army's defeat, the young adjutant felt a little sympathetic towards her.

She was once the most beautiful iris in Xidai City and the object of admiration of countless young people.

Her neck was so beautiful, the blood that spurted out after it was cut off must be beautiful, right?