In the Name of the Queen

Neubodenburg, the city in the sky.

The name of this city is used to commemorate Bodenburg, the Longxing Land of the Kingdom of Pruden, and also represents the importance that the Kingdom of Pruden attaches to this overseas province.

The provincial administrator here is not even the governor, but a senior official.

Not only that, in accordance with the military system of the Kingdom of Pruden, a field army, a garrison division and an independent brigade of troops directly under the royal family were arranged according to the standards of an important strategic province, totaling more than 68,000 people. The military commander is a A senior lieutenant general.

Even according to Roland's harsh standards, this army is a standard elite division.

To conquer a province guarded by such an elite force, Roland estimated that it would require more than 150,000 main troops from Rodinia's mainstream countries.

Such a powerful military force can completely move sideways in the southern continent.

If we just want to defend Skyrim Province, even one-third of our military strength will be enough.

The placement of nearly 70,000 local elites here shows the ambition of the Pruden Kingdom.

When Roland entered Skyrim Province, he became even more convinced of this.

What the Kingdom of Pruden wants is not to hold on to Skyrim Province, but to take advantage of this golden opportunity of other major powers withdrawing from the Southern Continent to expand their sphere of influence.

According to the map markings, Romo Town, where Roland will stay tonight, is about 170 miles away from the border of Tianji Province.

But this place is now a border city in Skyrim Province.

According to Roland's observation, the defensive positions here are not set up according to the standards of a border city.

On the contrary, it was built as a transportation hub and trade node.

Obviously, this is not the end point of expansion, but the base of progress.

The ambition of the Pruden Kingdom is vividly reflected in this town.

Since it is the territory of the alliance partner country, Roland does not need to enter the city like a thief.

He openly revealed the identity he used to hide his true identity.

This was not a fake identity, he even gave himself an official appointment document.

Anyway, he is the central minister of the empire, no one dares to object, and Sophia will not care.

"Viscount Dorothy of the Vladimir Empire requests a reception worthy of his status."

Roland held his head high, looked at the town guard captain with his chin, and said with slight disdain.

The guard captain only took a cursory look at Roland's noble badge and did not check it carefully.

Pretending to be a knight from a major country in the Rodinian continent? The last person who did this ended up having his family's household registration book cancelled.

Pretending to be a knight in another country is just an abstraction of death, pretending to be a knight in the Vladimir Empire, death is even a mercy.

The manner and arrogance of the viscount in front of him were simply the template of a nobleman. How could the guard captain dare to doubt it.

He quickly sent someone to welcome Roland to the city hall and received him according to the viscount's standard of hospitality.

Of course, the Viscount does not need to pay the bill in person, he only needs to sign it.

Roland signed his name in very beautiful cursive script.

He didn't even bother using a fake name, just a different surname suffix.

Anyway, the small officials in the countryside didn't even know what he wrote.

Sure enough, the guard captain nodded and left with the bill in hand, no doubt at all.

Since the Viscount is on business, the bill will naturally be paid by the Vladimir Empire.

The garrison captain only needs to send the bill back to the country, and the foreign affairs department will naturally handle it.

He really didn't have time to waste time on the Viscount, who was obviously a playboy. He still had to prepare various materials, food, and ordnance to provide supplies for the various armies arriving tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.

It was just a small episode for the busy Viscount Dorothy to move into the top floor of the city hall.

Rama Town continues to be busy, and the busy rhythm has not changed at all because of a certain dandy and his beautiful wife.

"That playboy's wife is so beautiful."

"Yeah, okay, stop talking nonsense and do your job!"

Guard Captain Hamos scolded his men harshly, and suddenly found the playboy just discussed appearing in front of him.

Although some feel unworthy of the playboy's beautiful wife, Hamos is an official who distinguishes between public and private affairs. In fact, most officials of the Pruden Kingdom are like this.

He quickly stood up and saluted Roland, "Roland Sophie Viscount Dorothy, what do you want from me? As you can see, there is a bit of chaos here."

His words were polite, but the use of Roland's full name clearly indicated distance.

Moreover, his words made it clear to Roland that he was busy with business here, so don't bother him if nothing happens.

Roland just smiled slightly. Although he could rely on his strength to make a living, most of the time people would assume that he relied on his face after seeing his handsome appearance.

Queen Sylve's pretty boy, Queen Golden Kite's secret lover, Queen Sophia's close friend who met late at night, and the beloved relative of the future Queen of the Magic Empire.

In short, this is his default image in many people's minds.

Lieutenant Colonel Hamos's attitude did not surprise him; he even took it as a compliment.

Only people without strength would be offended by being praised for their good looks. Roland was a man of strength and he liked to hear these words.

"Lieutenant Colonel Hamos, right? I have a somewhat personal relationship with Duke Reinhardt of your country. Since I have come to your territory, of course I won't mind solving some troubles for the Duke."

"If necessary, I know a little bit about swordsmanship, so I might be able to help you."

Roland had a smile on his lips and inadvertently exposed his thick arms.

Seeing Roland flexing his muscles, Hamos was speechless.

Know something about swordsmanship?

Ah, yes, yes, that's what the nobles always say. They love fencing, and even distinguish between foil, epee, sabre and other ways of playing.

Hamos never denied that fencing was a very fashionable sport and very noble, but he never thought that swordsmanship could still play any role on the battlefield in this era.

In front of muskets and cannons, swordsmanship is meaningless.

Those nobles who claim to be masters of swordsmanship will choose muskets and spears as weapons as long as they go to the battlefield.

Masters of swordsmanship understand that the attack distance is the most important attribute of weapons.

Hamos did not hesitate to regard Roland as a young nobleman with no actual combat experience but very good at flowery.

Compared with the dandy boy, this self-righteous guy is more troublesome.

Hamos was silent for a moment and saluted Roland very politely.

"Respected Viscount Dorothy, the Kingdom of Pruden has the ability to protect its citizens and citizens of friendly countries."

"Okay, I believe you. But my promise will not change if necessary."

"Then I will come back to trouble you, Viscount." Hamos took over very politely.

Roland nodded and turned to leave.

Looking at his back as he left in style, Hamos breathed a sigh of relief and didn't care too much.

He was more and more certain that Roland was the second generation of the rich who went abroad to the South Continent to gild himself.

In order to pave the way for himself to gain power, he needed some grassroots work experience.

For example, a resume like "representing the country to the South Continent and solving XX problems for allies".

Hamos was no stranger to such behavior. Even the Kingdom of Pruden, which was in its rising period and had a relatively clean official atmosphere, had similar behavior. How could the Vladimir Empire, where corruption was very serious, be immune?

He even thought about how to give Viscount Dorothy a chance to perform so that he could write a bright and beautiful stroke on his resume.

Perhaps we can find a way to wipe out the nearby Yehu community and invite Viscount Dorothy to come to the site for guidance.

Now that he has spoken, we can't let him go empty-handed.

Lieutenant Colonel Hamos just thought about it casually, and was attracted by the busier work and stopped thinking about it.

While he was still busy, Roland returned to the suite on the top floor of the City Hall.

As a nobleman representing the country, he is indeed qualified to receive official receptions, and he can enjoy all this with peace of mind.

Although the conditions here are simply the countryside compared to the Winter Palace and the Garden of Eden in China, Hamos still strictly receives according to the highest standards.

"A middle-level official of Pruden who meets the stereotype has the potential to become a major general or even a lieutenant general in the army."

This is Roland's objective evaluation of Hamos.

Putting down the book in her hand, Lisa stood up with a smile, took Roland's coat, and hung it on the unpainted bare coat rack next to her.

"Stereotypes are formed not because of individual cases, but because of commonalities."

Lisa said softly.

Roland said this himself. She used Roland's words to remind him not to mind other people's business.

Roland did not continue the topic, but said lightly: "Other things can be ignored, but the Kingdom of Pruden is an important member of the alliance, and Duke Reinhard is the commander of the special mobile force. I can't watch them get into trouble."

"Are you feeling guilty for leading the enemy to the south?" Lisa was a little surprised. She was embarrassed that such emotions would appear in Roland?

Roland couldn't help pinching her soft and plump face, and said with a stern face:

"Is this the image of me in your mind?"

"Although it's not guilt, I don't want to leave a flaw in my state of mind. It's true that I went south to help the tribe attract the attention of the Yehu, and it's also true that they attacked the Kingdom of Pruden."

"Okay, then I'll accompany you." Lisa closed her eyes and enjoyed Roland's seemingly rough but actually gentle kneading.

There is no end to the south, only one goal, to find the traces of the previous generations of the God's Punishment Legion.

The God's Punishment Legion will not disappear out of thin air, they must still be there.

Not only does it exist, but it has even grown stronger, ready to respond to the goddess' call at a critical moment and give those disobedient tribes a hard blow.

There may be useful clues in the Sky Province.

So the Sky Province must be in the hands of the Alliance.

Roland may not like the Kingdom of Pruden, but he will definitely protect them.

"Unfortunately, that idiot named Hamos doesn't understand your good intentions at all."

Roland smiled and shook his head, without saying anything.

People can never imagine things beyond cognition. Lieutenant Colonel Hamos may have heard of the reputation of Sophia Baishan's sword and the story of war machines destroying a city.

But his instinct cannot accept these.

Even if he can accept it, he can't accept that the Playboy is such a strong man.

Roland picked up Lisa and walked towards the bedroom.

Sister Lisa is the most beautiful color of this slightly boring journey.

It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Roland, who has long been accustomed to top-level enjoyment, finds it difficult to endure the hardship of sleeping in the open air.

He needs the Garden of Eden, and he needs the gentle countryside in the Garden of Eden even more.

While Roland was fighting until midnight, Hamos, who was busy until midnight, still did not rest.

He flipped through the documents at hand and fell into deep thought.

His recent work was going well, but there was only one thing that made him feel uneasy.

None of the four scouts he sent out to investigate the north came back.

The last carrier pigeon they sent back was three days ago.

The sentinels found a large number of Yahu gathering in a valley a hundred miles away.

Obviously, the expansion path of the Pruden Kingdom was unacceptable to these Yahu.

They united and prepared to fight the kingdom to the end.

Lieutenant Colonel Hamos just wanted to laugh at this.

These Yahus scattered to harass and attack, which might cause trouble to the kingdom army. Wouldn't it be courting death to attack head-on?

According to the sentinel's observation, this army is the elite among the Yahus.

They are wearing leather armor, and the bows and arrows they use are all iron arrows, and they can even form a simple queue.

They are really elite.

If these guys go back to the early days of the Odin Empire, they may really have a chance to create the miracle of annihilating the imperial army in the Black Forest Battle.

But not now.

The Pruden Kingdom has recently created brilliant achievements in the field of scientific and technological archaeology.

Although they dare not dig up war machinery, they have reproduced the production line of breech-loading rifles and even used this technology to exchange a lot of resources from the Alliance.

The Sky Province garrison is equipped with 13,000 breech-loading rifles with standard rifling. The bullet range has exceeded 300 meters, and the loading speed has reached a terrifying speed of one round every two seconds.

Just a battalion, no, a company of elite infantry, can defeat tens of thousands of Yahus.

This is Lieutenant Colonel Hamos's estimate.

In fact, his estimate was conservative in the army. The radicals even believed that a battalion could defeat tens of thousands of Yahus by charging.

This is the charm of archaeology, and it is the crushing of Alemanni technology.

How could the Kingdom of Pruden be afraid of a mere Yahu?

Hamos yawned, put away the documents in front of him, and returned to the bedroom.

He fell asleep quickly and began to imagine that he would be promoted one level or even get an extra silver star (Brigadier General) after the battle of Skyrim Province.

With a beautiful vision of the future, he slept very deeply.

He was even awakened by his adjutant who broke open the bedroom door.

"Lieutenant Colonel, this is bad!"

Hamos glared at the adjutant unhappily, muttering in a low voice: "Lieutenant Colonel is indeed not very good, no matter who is pulled out of the bed, it will not be very good."

"Lieutenant Colonel, that's not what I meant."

The adjutant blushed, "Yahu broke in, they used explosives to blow open the north gate and have already entered the North Avenue."

Yahu, explosives, breaking the city

Hamos was not unfamiliar with these words, but they were combined into a small language suspected to be Odin language.

Every word was known, but it was difficult to read them together.

Fu Guang knew that Hamos was confused, shook his head vigorously, and roared loudly:

"Lieutenant Colonel, Rama can't hold on! Go! I will try my best to buy you time to break out and retreat!"

Hamos slapped himself hard and finally woke up from the nightmare.

He was silent for a moment, and coldly ordered the adjutant, "You lead the cavalry to break through immediately and tell the general this bad news."

"Sir Lieutenant Colonel, what will you do?" The adjutant was anxious.

"You are good at riding, only you can do this, go quickly, this is an order!"

Hamos kicked the adjutant and kicked him a few meters away.

Looking at the fire burning outside the window, Hamos tremblingly opened the drawer, took out a Brownie pistol, and pointed the muzzle at his temple.

"Goodbye, this world"

Wait, he seems to have a glimmer of hope, although not much, but not completely gone.

Viscount Dorothy is still on the roof, calm and composed.

Such a calm person is either an idiot or a hidden strong man.

Hamos prayed silently, hoping that God would bless him. (End of this chapter)