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Chapter 295 The Final Stage of the War

The air in the forest after the rain is exceptionally fresh, colorful birds are jumping and singing on the branches, rabbits with donkey tails are vigilantly eating young leaves in the bushes, and leopards as black as charcoal are staring at a newly grown offspring in the trees. Group of orangutans.

Everything that happened around was "seen" by Frederick, as if he had opened up the perspective of God, and displayed it in his mind with "black and white" pixel blocks of 1 mm cube.

A black worm the size of a sewing needle sensed the smell of human sweat, and jumped and crawled towards the source of the smell, expecting to suck a stomach full of blood.

Just when the bug was about to jump onto the girl's skin, a lightning spark appeared out of thin air, and it was turned into coke with a "pop".

Mint sits quietly on the stone, with a basket of pastries and light wine under his feet, overlooking the crowd who are building a waterwheel at the foot of the mountain. With the waterwheel, the work of threshing, milling, and chaff will be much more convenient. , It can also pull the bellows for the iron-making furnace, and the fire can be more prosperous.

Under the big tree not far behind her, Frederick was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, observing the world in a new way.

He is not proficient in this observation method, which seems to be similar to the domain of the sword god and the magic god. Now when he sits quietly and concentrates, he can see very far and finely, but when he is doing daily activities such as walking, the observation radius suddenly shrinks to Less than 1 meters, the resolution has changed from 5mm to 20cm.If you are running and fighting, the observation radius is reduced to about ten meters, and the resolution exceeds [-]cm.

All Frederick can do now is to practice more and master the tricks in practice. If not, he can only wait and ask Psyche or Richard Nall when he goes back.

The sun gradually climbed directly above his head, Frederick opened his eyes and took a long breath.

There was no wind two hours ago, and it was quite hot in the mountain forest. This kind of practice was exhausting, and his body was covered with sweat.

Frederick took the hemp towel handed over by Mint and wiped his sweat. This towel doesn't absorb much water, and he had to shake it after a few wipes to get rid of the sweat.

Mint took out a pastry from the basket, which was a kind that Frederick had invented not long ago.

Frederick first cut and ground the local white sweet potato into a slurry, and filtered it to precipitate starch with some plant fibers, which can be stored for a long time after drying, and the filtered product can be fed to cattle and other livestock.

These starches and soybean flour are mixed with some salt and oil and steamed into a cake, which is a cake for lunch. After his wallet was stolen in his previous life, he lived on similar cakes for three days.

Although this kind of pastry is still very rough, it is much better than eating sweet potatoes that scratch the throat.

Mint handed over the pastry and asked, "When are you leaving?"

Frederick replied: "In three days, I have already spoken to the queen."

Mint hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice: "I want to trouble you with something, can you name my future child?"

Frederick smiled. If you want to know the animals and plants around you, you can just look at their names. Only a few educated people choose names with allusions.

"No problem." He, a severely ill patient with difficulty, smiled a little strangely, "I'll go back and write down some names, and you can choose slowly when the time comes."

In the era of spaceflight, archaeologists scratched their heads at the tombstones unearthed on this mountain with the names of Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Harry.

Frederick was engaged in the mountains, but in a distant place, a person who had indirectly interacted with him was not happy.

On both sides of a large river in the northern part of the Kushite Kingdom, the army of the Kushite Kingdom and the army of the Ghazi Empire face each other across the river. From time to time, patrols pass by on the river embankment. Own.

Fatih, the young emperor of the Ghazi Empire, looked around the generals in a gorgeous tent covered with golden silk, and asked in a calm voice: "What should we do next?"

Everyone present dared to speak up.

More than a month ago, the northern and southern legions of the Ghazi Empire marched side by side.

The Northern Front Legion, dominated by the Praetorian Guards, surrounded the port of Bosse, but the naval support of Hayreddin could not capture it, so they could only besiege the city on land, and did not even delay their business at sea.

As the main force, the Southern Front Army sang triumphantly along the way, but the Kush Kingdom army in front of them couldn't organize an effective defense, so they had to move everyone and burned all the villages, relying on the river to delay for a while.

It's just that the logistics supply line of the Southern Army Corps has been stretched. Not long ago, a group of people from the Kush Kingdom destroyed several important bridges in the rear.

Now a large amount of food is blocked hundreds of kilometers to the east, and there are only more than ten days of rations left in the barracks. If this problem cannot be solved as soon as possible, the entire army will be cut off.

No one answered for a long time in the tent. The problem of the logistics line is not difficult to solve, just build a pontoon bridge.

However, seeing that the enemy has no way to retreat, and the final decisive battle is coming, no one is willing to give up such a large piece of military merit at this time, and go back to the logistics support work that does not have much credit and is easy to blame.

Fatih looked around at the warlords under his command again, feeling a little irritable in his heart, feeling that he was gradually losing control of the battle situation.

No matter what it is, the moment when it is completely out of control is the most dangerous moment.

After a long period of silence in the tent, someone finally stood up. An old duke with a completely white beard said, "Your Majesty, the river is flooding now, and the imperial guards need to control the mouth of the river in the north, otherwise the navy of the Kingdom of Kush will come up to us against the current." will be surrounded."

Fatih's complexion changed instantly, and he suddenly thought whether the Kush Kingdom destroyed the bridge to create conditions for the warship to go southward against the current.

"Order the Imperial Guard," he immediately ordered, "use some...no, most of the troops to monitor the river, and if there is a fleet going south, it must be sunk and block the waterway!"

Fatih glanced at those warlords, and chose the order with the worst relationship with others: "You, take your people to the east immediately, and build a pontoon bridge within five days to send the food here!"

The little warlord who was named could only come out from the corner of the crowd to receive orders.

At the same time, on the flagship of a fleet in the inland sea to the north, Hayreddin and a group of captains quietly watched Jurgen, head of the cavalry escort regiment of the Wessen Army, take out three silk bags of different colors from his briefcase.

"What is this?" Hayreddin asked.

Jurgen said confidently: "This is the battle plan sent by the commander before he entered Linhai. He ordered us to open it in front of the marshal if we come to help."

Hayreddin borrowed 500 men from the Wesson garrison in Constantbul, who had the power to refuse missions that were too dangerous.

Now that he heard that it was the plan left by Frederick, out of trust in the famous general, he signaled Jurgen to open it and accept it if there was no problem.

Jurgen took a sheet of paper from each of the three silk bags and spread it out on the table.

(End of this chapter)