Chapter 966: The troubles of taking the lead

Lorraine was full of anger, racking his brains along the way, thinking about how to solve the various problems that the peacekeeping forces are now facing.
Amor, Hardu is integrating his own territory, strengthening combat readiness, and squeezing all his strength into a fist.
But his subordinates are a mass of loose sand.
The various ministries are not coordinated with each other and management is chaotic. Not only those soldiers are amateurs, but even many commanders are amateurs.
And logistics..., especially logistics~!
The puppies from the Holy See actually fully learned the excellent experience of the Crusades that year, and did not bring any logistical supplies.
A bunch of dogs thought that they would be righteous, just like what is said in the "Sacred Code". As long as they participate in a war, the sky will automatically drop toast, fried fish, steak, fire tuǐ and smoked meat... etc. Let them eat a full happily like pigs.
Some dogs from aristocratic origin even let out the words, wine, must be red wine, and it is not the 1982 Hongxianshan lù produced in Italy, it is best to soak two Spanish flies in it, absolutely can not take the French gang for a lifetime They never take a shower, and the rednecked folks who are proud of it méng them...
Lord Luo Jue was about to vomit blood just thinking about it.
However, even so, all the military supplies must be replenished in time. Sir Alex knew clearly that those puppies were all his mother's villains.
If they don't have supplies, they won't be hungry on their own, and they will definitely grab the people's things by themselves. In fact, many of them came with the purpose of stealing money and things~!
The more Lorraine thought about it, the more headaches he felt. His original plan was to bring Amor and Hadu to pieces with an army of hundreds of thousands and an overwhelming thunderous advantage.
Now it seems that it is very difficult to train these gangsters qualified.
At this time, he understood the distress of General Wabador when he took the lead.
I think at the beginning, when he attacked Almohad for the first time, Sir Alex Ferguson was the most joyous one of those bastards.
Search everywhere, grab money and things...
In fact, if it hadn’t been for Catherine’s sauerkraut jars to look closely at him, he would regard the nobleness of the Lord Ferguson, regard the world as his own responsibility, and be dedicated to the great character of maintaining world peace. If we have to ask his old people to laugh at them, he can't refute the filial piety of those little brothers, right?
Besides, in the capacity of Lord Ferguson, he will be sent to the door to protect him, and he will make a beautif to his old man...
But now, he has become the commander-in-chief and the eldest brother, and suddenly felt that this forehead was full of lawsuits.
What's more, his current situation is not as good as it was when General Wabador. At that time, the big guy digs for Almohad, one of the few old imperialist powers that dominate the Mediterranean and on the mainland. All the people sent by countries are the elites in their hands.
Although all those people are not things, at least they are all professional soldiers. Unlike now, looking at the past, only the Grand Duke Julian has brought some elite troops outside. (By the way, the old guy has no purpose Purity, he is just to confess his grudges~!)
The other troops are all militia sī troops who want to take the opportunity to make a fortune. There is no elite at all.
This is not surprising. Now, all countries know that in the near future, the undead and demons will form a powerful battle group to brush their own mission copies.
At this time, whoever has a lot of younger brothers, whoever has the hardest ones, can survive.
In order to save their lives, they naturally tried their best to preserve the elite and desperately expand their arms and prepare for war. It's already pretty good that there are so many sī troops coming out to make up the numbers.
The more Lorraine thought about it, the more he felt bad, and with a cold face, as if he had just been robbed of five million, he returned to Hafs Harbor.
He did not return to his headquarters, but went directly to the pope's residence to find Hillmelia.
Because of a bad mood, I was rushing along the way, suffocating anger, just wanting to find a ballast, but the guards and the servants in the Holy See were sharp-eyed.
They may not know the archbishops from the countryside, or even the sī sons of the red archbishops, but no one dares not know Sir Sir Alex.
When they saw Lord Lorraine, they did not stop him. Especially when he saw his sullen look, those followers were far away.
The Lorraine path reached the pope’s temporary residence.
When he saw Hilmelia, she was holding Lorraine's son, walking back and forth in the house, and the two women were babbling and talking incomprehensible Martian words.
Hillmelia had a sweet face and was obviously enjoying it. Lorraine came in fiercely, and she was shocked immediately, and put the child in her arms. Immediately after seeing Lorraine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "What are you doing that scared the child..."
Lorraine glared at her bitterly, and found that the white child also had a pair of big bright eyes open, staring at herself in a daze.
Under the pure and innocent gaze, Ferguson couldn't help being short of breath for a while, and sighed for a long time, saying: "If it weren't for seeing you as my child, I would have to beat you up. ."
As he said, he fell heavily on the chair next to him.
Hillmelia glanced at Lorraine, and smiled triumphantly.
In this wicked feudal era, everyone who is a mother is like this. They relied on giving birth to a son, and someone will support them later, and then they will do evil and lawless. Sister Dugu from the Great Sui Dynasty, Sister Tian from the Tang Dynasty, and Lan'er from the Qing Dynasty are all their representatives, needless to say.
Especially what makes them proud is that when they look at this dad's anger, but they dare not, or are reluctant to do it. Most proud of it.
Silmelia raised the little baby to Lorraine with both hands, and smiled: "Look at him, your dad is angry. Come on, let's pee on him and help him get angry..."
The little baby, who has been several months old, giggled with a toothless mouth, kicked his two little feet, and stretched out a little big hand to grab Lorraine's clothes.
However, this little child was kinder than that of being a mother. No matter how she instigated Silmelia, he never peeed from beginning to end. But maybe it has something to do with him just urinating,
Seeing how happy his son was in front of him, all the anger in Lorraine's heart flew out of the clouds in an instant.
Seeing how effective this hand was, Hilmelia couldn't help but smile again, then called the babysitter in, handed the baby in her arms to the babysitter, and sat down smoothly against Lorraine.
She held Lorraine's hand and asked softly, "Well, what happened again?"
Since becoming a mother, Silmelia has radiated the brilliance of her mother. Compared with the heroic, strong and capable Silmelia before, she has become more feminine and more attractive.
Now Hillmelia is a real good wife and mother, and every time she goes to Lorraine's side, those who do not come will feel at ease.
Lorraine patted Hillmelia’s hand and said with a wry smile: "Sister, you are playing with me, why did you send the archbishop to be the commander of the army? Do you think we are not messy enough now? Let a group of bishops lead the army. What are you doing on the battlefield? Playing Long Live Charge? It was made by the perverted Japanese guaran, okay?
What you do is purely to give experience points to Hadu's men. "
Hilmelia also sighed, spreading her hands helplessly, and complained: "Do you think I want them to come? I also know that these guys are here to join in the fun.
If it was you, the younger brother under the order would respond enthusiastically and pay people and money. These people are still your own direct descendants. Would you bear to refuse them to follow?
I just took office, and I need to stabilize people's hearts..."
What Hilmelia said was correct.
Being the boss also has its difficulties.
She has just taken the position of the boss now, and, even with her own support, and even grabbed a war fortress to help her suppress the battle, the various factions of the Holy See are deeply rooted and powerful.
She can sit in that position. The main reason is not because of her strength, but the result of compromise.
Not to mention, she sat in this position as a woman, no matter who she was, she would cast distrustful eyes.
It seems that those bishops who can lead the army to serve in Almohad are from the faction of Hilmelia.
The younger brothers are charging forward and want to solve the problems for the boss. Such loyal younger brothers naturally have to praise and encourage them so as not to hurt their morale.
Otherwise, it is inevitable that the little brothers will have some thoughts in their hearts, and the next time they are called, they will not necessarily be so hard.
In case one comes, abandons the dark and turns to the bright, and follows others, it will be even more troublesome...
Lorraine shook his head and said, "What you said makes sense, but letting these guys go to the battlefield is purely seeking death on their own. They died, are you responsible for being the boss?"
"Of course I know this," Hilmelia said. "Don't you have a big idea? If you can think of a way to get them to voluntarily hand over the command of the legion, I agree with it with both hands."
"Let them surrender command..." Lorraine rubbed his chin and meditated, "It's not impossible."
Hillmelia knew Lorraine very well, and when she saw his expression, she knew that Lorraine’s stomach was dripping with water again. She hugged Lorraine’s arm and asked with a curious expression: "What do you have? Ghost idea?"
Lorraine snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "It's fine to toss them hard."
Hillmelia curiously said: "Toss them fiercely? Let me tell you first, these are all our cronies. You can't be cruel!"
Lorraine smiled bitterly, and said: "I guess your group of bishops can at best be regarded as a group of idealists full of romanticism in war. They have never been on the battlefield and do not understand the cruelty of war.
Imagine war as riding a white horse with a long sword swinging forward, and then soldiers rushed to defeat the enemy. "
Lorraine drew a gesture, and Hillmelia smiled as she watched it, and said, "That's really the case. Before I was on the battlefield, I thought of war very simply. I learned later that war You can’t win with more people.

Lorraine dare to say this is naturally his own observation, just the commander of the fourth legion of the Holy See, Ram, Archbishop Sandos he saw just now.
Being a party is not so much to fight a war as it is to participate in an outing organized by the nobles.
Archbishop Sandos’s gorgeous military uniform was covered with fragments of ornaments, diamond needles, gold-plated buttons, and even the belt was studded with a circle of beautiful small diamonds.
On the waist is a thin sword for handsome use. This sword is basically for etiquette, and it can be broken by a strong knock on the battlefield.
Such a dress appeared at a noble banquet, and it would indeed be considered by those āo ladies who had read a lot of knight novels that the heroic and martial arts were extraordinary.
But on the battlefield, everyone knows that they are a bunch of softies.
This group of bishops has no shortage of status, no shortage of wealth... and no shortage of women. What they are after is prestige. If they win a battle and earn the praise of being able to become a literary and military person, it will not be unprofitable to get a girl in the future.
Even Prime Minister Russell, when he began the Northern Expedition, drew a portrait of a military uniform holding a sword, and sent it to various government departments to hang.
But those of Nyan were left behind by Catherine, and they were used as targets for shooting.
Besides, this time a half-million army was under pressure. Amor, Hadu hadn't been able to capture it. This kind of good thing that can easily gain prestige by following the regiment is hard to come across in hundreds of years.
With this mentality, a large group of bishops put on military uniforms, stepped on their swords, and squeezed into a boat with sweaty soldiers and sailors, and set out for Almohad.
Lorraine tapped his palm and said with a smile: "So, I just need to let them understand that it is not so easy to be a soldier and fight, and toss them to the point that they are afraid, not afraid that these guys will not take the initiative to take the initiative and run away."
Hillmelia sighed, and based on what she knew about the group of bishops under her, the situation Lorraine said would definitely come true.
These bishops are like a bunch of spoiled children. Whenever they are cheap, they flock to them, and when they encounter difficulties, they scramble to shirk, without any responsibility.
Although this was a good plan for Lorraine, Hilmelia was still a little unhappy with his own subordinates.
Lorraine slapped Hillmelia's hand, jumped up excitedly, and said: "Don't worry, I will let them give up the command, it won't make it difficult for you."
Hillmelia smiled and nodded, and said: "Well, you can do it, it doesn't matter if they have some opinions, I will try to comfort them."
Compared to his subordinates, of course his father is the closest to the child.
Lorraine ran back to the headquarters in a hurry. Catherine was grabbing Grand Duke Julian and was walking around, because the Duke went to Queen Isabella every day.
And General Wabador smiled and said kind words to Grand Duke Julian, while holding a glass of wine and drank.
Lorraine couldn't help but grinned, drinking during the war, which has become Wabador's signature.
Seeing Lorraine’s important expression, Grand Duke Julian seemed to have seen a savior, dropped Catherine and ran directly to Lorraine, smiling: "Lorraine, you handled things well this morning. I have instructed you. The military court tossed them severely, making these two guys remember them for a long time."
Lorraine spread his hands and said, "But it's not a way to go on like this. These guys will still do it."
General Wabador was very experienced, so he could only sighed, and said, "Try to bounce it, these little boys, you can't wipe out their spirit. That way, there will be no morale."
Lorraine shook his head and said: "Not only that, but I just learned that half of the legions of the Holy See are bishops. This is a joke!"
Grand Duke Julian also scratched his head, and said helplessly: "This...what they say is also ours."
It was Catherine who knew Lorraine best, and he knew from Lorraine’s expression that bad water was leaking out of his stomach at this time. Catherine couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Lorraine, if you have any way, just say it."
Grand Duke Julian only noticed that Lorraine had been smiling and looking at Lorraine's expression. The Grand Duke couldn't help feeling uneasy and left Lorraine silently for two steps.
Lorraine smiled and said: "I have an idea that can be counted in one fell swoop. It will not only save the rascals from making trouble, but also drive away the people we don't want, and train the team.
Let's drill~! "
Archduke Julian and Wabador are both experienced generals, and you don't need to think about Lorraine's intentions.
What the so-called military exercises are about, and what tricks are involved in the exercises, these two people know very well.
If you want a person to get promoted quickly, let him participate in an exercise.
If you want to toss someone you don't like, let him participate in an exercise.
There are too many methods that can be arranged.
And those soldiers who are most afraid of exercises, especially high-intensity long-distance marching exercises, are better than death if they are tortured.
General Wabador slapped his head and said, "Good idea, now all the soldiers are in place. It is a good time for the exercise."
Grand Duke Julian also nodded approvingly, and said: "Train them hard, these little boys will have no energy. As for those archbishops? Hehehe..."
Grand Duke Julian and General Wabador looked at each other and smiled, both of them leaping forward.
Wabador even muttered to himself: "It's been a long time since I played with people like this."
As the day went down, the order was issued to the commanders of the various corps. Early the next morning, nearly a hundred commanders of the various corps gathered in the headquarters.
Everyone was confused, not knowing that the bosses called them together in such a hurry because of something.
Some people think that this is going to war ~EbookFREE.me~ Some people think that this is just a regular meeting, and some people think that something big must have happened.
Just as they were buzzing about each other's news, Grand Duke Julian appeared with the people from the headquarters.
Looking at the messy generals in front of them, even if they were psychologically prepared, Grand Duke Julian and Lorraine curled their lips in dissatisfaction.
This group of guys didn't seem to be nervous, all of them were laughing and joking, the commanders of the Vatican army didn't even know how to sit down.
Grand Duke Julian originally said that even if they don't know how to fight, it's always okay to let them defend a city and bet a grain.
Now it seems that there is really no hope for them.
Grand Duke Julian cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, our comrades in arms are still very unfamiliar with each other. Major problems may arise in joint command operations.
In view of this, after discussing with all the members of the headquarters, we unanimously decided that we will hold a joint exercise that all members of the city will see. "!.