Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Today's Duke of the North is no longer the young boy he once was.

When Earl Connoll saw it, he had to bow his head and salute.

Besides, this person has gained a position with real swords and guns. Who dares to underestimate him?

Sure enough, with the cavalry taking control, a knight came to Earl Connoll's side.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Duke, please come over and see me."

With Derek's current status, there was no need to degrade himself when he saw another person.

Of course, this is not arrogance, just to maintain dignity.

For those in power, a combination of kindness and power is the way to go.

Earl Connoll himself had no objection and even took the initiative to hand over his weapons before following the knight to meet Derek.

Just like that, before approaching, the Northern Knight said sorry and then searched him carefully.

It's not the past anymore. In the past, no matter who he was, even if he was given a knife to get close to Derek, he wouldn't have the chance to draw the knife and hurt anyone.

Now that there are things like pistols, a single oversight may lead to big trouble.

If a gentleman doesn't build a dangerous wall, Derek won't show off.

Speaking of which, although they had met many times and worked together for several years, this was the first time the two met.

During this period, Earl Connoll's attitude changed several times, but he finally chose to surrender.

As an old man, Earl Connoll didn't care about face. He was not a nobleman who inherited the honor of his ancestors, so he knew that face was worthless.

Now that you have chosen to surrender, lower your posture.

As soon as they met, he saluted solemnly.

Derek also sat upright on the horse and felt the pain.

This showed his identity as king and minister, and then he jumped off the horse and showed some affection.

"Earl, we finally meet."

"Duke, it is my pleasure, and I ask that you forgive Conor for his previous offense."

"Everyone is their own master, no offense." Derek walked slowly with his hands behind his back and said as he walked: "The Earl should know that I am not a stickler for trivial matters, especially for talents, and I have a very high tolerance for talents. "

Earl Connaught nodded repeatedly, knowing in his heart...if he were not talented, he would naturally be liquidated.

"Earl, are you interested in controlling an army for me?"

The proposal was so sudden that Earl Connoll didn't know whether it was a test or a real one.

He hesitated for a moment, but chose to tell the truth: "If you allow me, of course I would like to serve you for a few more years."

"Okay, then I will first allocate you the organization and equipment of a division. Viscount Bahrain happens to have a regiment in his hands. I will add some new recruits to you. You can take the army with me to visit the Holy Cross King's Capital. "

Derek did not hide his ambition. He personally came to the front line to end the rule of the Holy Cross Kingdom.

Earl Connoll was naturally willing, but he did not know the military situation of the Northern Principality, so he reminded: "Thank you Duke for your permission, but it is still difficult to conquer the Kingdom of Holy Cross, especially the parishes near the royal capital. Conquering the believers there is better than defeating them." It’s harder for the royal family.”

He knew that the royal family and the church were at war, and it was a good idea to take advantage of the situation, but... this still required a large number of troops.

The Northern Principality is fighting on two fronts, and the number of troops is not enough.

Unexpectedly, Derek suddenly turned around and looked at him with strange eyes: "Your Excellency, within a week, four infantry divisions will arrive at the front line, and within three months, ten new infantry divisions will be completed.

Moreover... there are not many believers left near the royal capital. "

What's the meaning? Earl Connoll hasn't understood yet, but the recruitment speed of the Northern Principality is indeed astonishing.

At this time, an attendant reminded him in his ear: "You may not know, Count, that Fernandez, the executioner, has gone crazy again. This time the church is probably over."

"again?"

"Of course, back then he dug up the river embankment in our Augusta Territory, and now he is killing active believers. He is simply a devil."

Earl Connoll knew the truth, but when he saw the people around him taking it for granted, he shut his mouth.

Obviously, Duke Fernandez has no choice but to take the blame for this. Anyway, he has a lot of dirt on him, not least of which is this one.

Obviously, the Northern Principality is behind all this.

Earl Connoll now wonders if someone is behind the sudden war between the church and the royal family.

However, as a party with vested interests, he was unwilling to delve deeper.

Now, he only needs to quickly take over the army, and then help the Northern Principality maintain its rule and persuade more nobles to surrender.

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The royal capital! ! !

The gunshots in the city have become sparse, but the once prosperous royal capital has been almost destroyed.

Flames and smoke were rising everywhere, and the gunshots and screams never stopped.

The fanatics of the church even dared to carry explosives and die together.

The royal family won a victory, but it also paid a heavy price.

So many people died that even the king did not dare to show his face.

Duke Fernandez stood on the city wall. There were craters under his feet and it was extremely dilapidated.

This was a civil strife without a winner, especially the fact that the kingdom was on fire everywhere, which made him feel vaguely uneasy.

Here, you can see the entire ruins of the royal capital.

It only aggravated his uneasiness.

After a long time, he sighed: "I hope my guess is wrong, otherwise I will be in big trouble."

As the saying goes, what you fear will come true. Duke Fernandez was still thinking about it a second ago, and immediately saw the adjutant running over in a hurry.

The situation is very good now. The only thing that can make his adjutant lose his composure is that something happened on the front line.

Sure enough, the adjutant opened his mouth with explosive news: "The Northern Principality is coming, and the front line has been broken. We must go back to support immediately."

"How is it possible? Where did the Northern Principality get its troops?"

Fernandez is confident in his arrangements, unless there is a problem on his side.

Anger is brewing in his eyes. If it is caused by his own people, he will definitely let the other party know what cruelty is.

"We have all been deceived. The Northern Principality still has troops. Our intelligence shows that at least five newly formed divisions have arrived at the front line. We have been deceived." The adjutant's expression is very miserable. The losses in the battle with the church were heavy, and now he is afraid that even the basic base will not be able to be maintained.

Fernandez felt a little dizzy and almost couldn't stand steadily.

"All those who are involved in intelligence activities will be shot," he cursed in a venting manner, and then he stood firm: "Notify the army, we will go back."

The adjutant laughed bitterly: "Duke, do you think the brothers can still fight?"

Fighting the church is not a game, so many people died, and so many people were exhausted.

If he forced himself to withdraw and return at this time, he might collapse.

Fernandez did not speak for a long time before he gritted his teeth and said: "I will find a way, and I will mobilize as many people as possible."