Chapter 887
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Like the East Route Army, the West Route Army is also divided into two parts: the vanguard force and the main force.
As the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army, Willie handed over the vanguard force to Allen.
Compared with the East Route Army, the war on the West Route Army was much smoother.
So far, the West Route Army has not encountered any battle that can be called a battle, not even a city that dares to fight to the end.
Wherever the West Road army passed, all the cities fell at the sight of the wind.
Because the war was so smooth, many Knights of the Western Route Army joked that they did not come to fight, but rather to March armed.
……
……
Holy Hiram Empire, northwest, combined corps, West Route Army, vanguard battalion.
It's late at night.
The camp of the vanguard troops of the Western Route Army has long extinguished all unnecessary lights.
Although it was getting late, Alan still looked at the map in his big tent.
In this battle, under the authorization of Willie and the acquiescence of Su Cheng, Allen shouldered the important task of commanding the vanguard force to open the way for the main force of the West Road army.
Because he needed to command the vanguard to open the way for the main force, he had to read the map more frequently than anyone else.
If he goes the wrong way as the commander of the vanguard force, he will become a joke that can be spread all over the mainland for many years.
Perhaps because of his sedentary, Allen gradually felt his waist and neck sour.
Alan rubbed his sour neck and said in his heart helplessly:
——When I was old, my body really began to be useless. After sitting for so long, my neck and waist began to sour.
——This year is 293 in the imperial calendar of the British Empire.
——If it is converted into the chronology of the Frankish Empire, it should be 311 in the imperial calendar of the Frankish empire.
——This year has been 311 years in the calendar of the Frankish empire... I'm 47 years old
——It was four years ago that I came to the British Empire
——I don't know what happened to NEFA and Adam
……
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"Huh? Coach, are you going out? "
The guard in charge of keeping outside the tent asked Allen.
"Well, yes." Alan smiled at the guard, "I've been sitting too long. My waist and neck are a little uncomfortable, so I'm going to go outside."
"Well, does the manager need us to follow?"
"No, No." Alan waved his hand. "Just keep standing guard here. I'll be back soon."
"Yes!" The guard saluted Allen with a military salute from the British Empire, "then - commander, you go slowly!"
"Yes. I'll be right back. "
Alan, as the commander of the vanguard force, naturally has such a small privilege as free access to the barracks.
Alan walked outside the camp, wrapped in his cloak to keep out the cold.
He picked a small high slope outside the camp.
Tonight is a sunny day and a full moon night.
Ellen climbed the high slope and looked up at the full moon above her head.
It was quiet around the high slope, and the ground was covered with some dark and quiet shadows
Looking at the full moon above his head, Allen couldn't help missing his wife and children in the Frank Empire again.
——NifA and Adam don't know what's going on now
——Have you had a good meal and a good rest
Just as Allen looked up at the full moon above his head and missed his wife and children in his hometown, a strange voice suddenly sounded on his side:
"Oh, long time no see. General Allen, ah, no, it's time to call you the Allen knight. "
As soon as the man's voice fell, Allen's pupils shrank with surprise.
This sudden male voice was a local voice that he had not heard for a long time - Frankish.
Alan jerked back at the sound.
At the end of the line of sight was a man in a brown cloak.
Blonde, plain looking, not fat, not thin, not tall or short.
After seeing the man's face, Allen couldn't help but open his mouth in shock.
"Aye, Ebel?"
"Long time no see, Alan."
Ebert gave Allen a standard Frankish military salute.
"Abel!" Alan put on his Frankish language and asked Ebel, "Why are you here?!"
Abel did not immediately answer Allen's question, but said in a strange tone with a strange smile:
"Is it really because you have been in the British Empire for too long? Alan, your Frankish language has degenerated a lot and is beginning to have a strange accent."
Allen ignored what Abel had just said, but asked Abel again with a calm face:
"Abel, why are you here?"
"Don't be so cold, Alan." The frivolous Ebel shrugged. "Why do you look like you don't welcome me."
"... the strongest spy of the Frankish Empire who is absolutely loyal to the emperor suddenly comes to the door. Whether it is a friend or an enemy, will you feel afraid?"
"The strongest spy... Hahaha, I'm getting older now. In a few more years, I may no longer be called the 'strongest'."
"Well, stop gossiping and get down to business."
"Alan, I came all the way to you to tell you good news and bad news, and give you another good thing."
"What?" Alan wondered.
"I'll give you this good thing first. You'll definitely like it."
With that, Abel approached Ellen and reached into his cloak to hold something.
By the time Abel reached his hand out of his cloak, there was a roll of paper on his hand.
It's a roll of portraits.
"Alan, this is a portrait of your wife, NEFA Lanner, and your son, Adam Jones, painted by a famous painter not long ago."
As soon as Abel's voice fell, Allen immediately widened his eyes with surprise, and then grabbed the portrait in Abel's hand.
On the portrait, there are busts of two people.
The two people in the painting have faces that Allen feels familiar and strange at the same time.
This is the face of his wife and children who have been away for four years.
The artist who painted this portrait was very skilled and brought his wife and children's faces to life.
Compared with 4 years ago, his wife nifA has almost no change, but there are more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth.
The son Adam has changed a lot. He has not only become taller, but also his facial features look more mature and masculine.
This portrait is really a good thing for Alan.
Looking at the faces of the two in the portrait, Allen's eyes couldn't help getting wet.
"Isn't this good?" Ebel smiled.
"So -" the smile on Abel's face slowly disappeared with the naked eye.
The expression slowly became cold and terrible.
"Let's talk about the good news and bad news we should tell you."
"Let's start with the bad news."
"Ellen, your majesty is very dissatisfied with you now."
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Like the East Route Army, the West Route Army is also divided into two parts: the vanguard force and the main force.
As the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army, Willie handed over the vanguard force to Allen.
Compared with the East Route Army, the war on the West Route Army was much smoother.
So far, the West Route Army has not encountered any battle that can be called a battle, not even a city that dares to fight to the end.
Wherever the West Road army passed, all the cities fell at the sight of the wind.
Because the war was so smooth, many Knights of the Western Route Army joked that they did not come to fight, but rather to March armed.
……
……
Holy Hiram Empire, northwest, combined corps, West Route Army, vanguard battalion.
It's late at night.
The camp of the vanguard troops of the Western Route Army has long extinguished all unnecessary lights.
Although it was getting late, Alan still looked at the map in his big tent.
In this battle, under the authorization of Willie and the acquiescence of Su Cheng, Allen shouldered the important task of commanding the vanguard force to open the way for the main force of the West Road army.
Because he needed to command the vanguard to open the way for the main force, he had to read the map more frequently than anyone else.
If he goes the wrong way as the commander of the vanguard force, he will become a joke that can be spread all over the mainland for many years.
Perhaps because of his sedentary, Allen gradually felt his waist and neck sour.
Alan rubbed his sour neck and said in his heart helplessly:
——When I was old, my body really began to be useless. After sitting for so long, my neck and waist began to sour.
——This year is 293 in the imperial calendar of the British Empire.
——If it is converted into the chronology of the Frankish Empire, it should be 311 in the imperial calendar of the Frankish empire.
——This year has been 311 years in the calendar of the Frankish empire... I'm 47 years old
——It was four years ago that I came to the British Empire
——I don't know what happened to NEFA and Adam
……
……
"Huh? Coach, are you going out? "
The guard in charge of keeping outside the tent asked Allen.
"Well, yes." Alan smiled at the guard, "I've been sitting too long. My waist and neck are a little uncomfortable, so I'm going to go outside."
"Well, does the manager need us to follow?"
"No, No." Alan waved his hand. "Just keep standing guard here. I'll be back soon."
"Yes!" The guard saluted Allen with a military salute from the British Empire, "then - commander, you go slowly!"
"Yes. I'll be right back. "
Alan, as the commander of the vanguard force, naturally has such a small privilege as free access to the barracks.
Alan walked outside the camp, wrapped in his cloak to keep out the cold.
He picked a small high slope outside the camp.
Tonight is a sunny day and a full moon night.
Ellen climbed the high slope and looked up at the full moon above her head.
It was quiet around the high slope, and the ground was covered with some dark and quiet shadows
Looking at the full moon above his head, Allen couldn't help missing his wife and children in the Frank Empire again.
——NifA and Adam don't know what's going on now
——Have you had a good meal and a good rest
Just as Allen looked up at the full moon above his head and missed his wife and children in his hometown, a strange voice suddenly sounded on his side:
"Oh, long time no see. General Allen, ah, no, it's time to call you the Allen knight. "
As soon as the man's voice fell, Allen's pupils shrank with surprise.
This sudden male voice was a local voice that he had not heard for a long time - Frankish.
Alan jerked back at the sound.
At the end of the line of sight was a man in a brown cloak.
Blonde, plain looking, not fat, not thin, not tall or short.
After seeing the man's face, Allen couldn't help but open his mouth in shock.
"Aye, Ebel?"
"Long time no see, Alan."
Ebert gave Allen a standard Frankish military salute.
"Abel!" Alan put on his Frankish language and asked Ebel, "Why are you here?!"
Abel did not immediately answer Allen's question, but said in a strange tone with a strange smile:
"Is it really because you have been in the British Empire for too long? Alan, your Frankish language has degenerated a lot and is beginning to have a strange accent."
Allen ignored what Abel had just said, but asked Abel again with a calm face:
"Abel, why are you here?"
"Don't be so cold, Alan." The frivolous Ebel shrugged. "Why do you look like you don't welcome me."
"... the strongest spy of the Frankish Empire who is absolutely loyal to the emperor suddenly comes to the door. Whether it is a friend or an enemy, will you feel afraid?"
"The strongest spy... Hahaha, I'm getting older now. In a few more years, I may no longer be called the 'strongest'."
"Well, stop gossiping and get down to business."
"Alan, I came all the way to you to tell you good news and bad news, and give you another good thing."
"What?" Alan wondered.
"I'll give you this good thing first. You'll definitely like it."
With that, Abel approached Ellen and reached into his cloak to hold something.
By the time Abel reached his hand out of his cloak, there was a roll of paper on his hand.
It's a roll of portraits.
"Alan, this is a portrait of your wife, NEFA Lanner, and your son, Adam Jones, painted by a famous painter not long ago."
As soon as Abel's voice fell, Allen immediately widened his eyes with surprise, and then grabbed the portrait in Abel's hand.
On the portrait, there are busts of two people.
The two people in the painting have faces that Allen feels familiar and strange at the same time.
This is the face of his wife and children who have been away for four years.
The artist who painted this portrait was very skilled and brought his wife and children's faces to life.
Compared with 4 years ago, his wife nifA has almost no change, but there are more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth.
The son Adam has changed a lot. He has not only become taller, but also his facial features look more mature and masculine.
This portrait is really a good thing for Alan.
Looking at the faces of the two in the portrait, Allen's eyes couldn't help getting wet.
"Isn't this good?" Ebel smiled.
"So -" the smile on Abel's face slowly disappeared with the naked eye.
The expression slowly became cold and terrible.
"Let's talk about the good news and bad news we should tell you."
"Let's start with the bad news."
"Ellen, your majesty is very dissatisfied with you now."
Like the East Route Army, the West Route Army is also divided into two parts: the vanguard force and the main force.As the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army, Willie handed over the vanguard force to Allen.Compared with the East Route Army, the war on the West Route Army was much smoother.So far, the West Route Army has not encountered any battle that can be called a battle, not even a city that dares to fight to the end.Wherever the West Road army passed, all the cities fell at the sight of the wind.Because the war was so smooth, many Knights of the Western Route Army joked that they did not come to fight, but rather to March armed.Holy Hiram Empire, northwest, combined corps, West Route Army, vanguard battalion.It's late at night.The camp of the vanguard troops of the Western Route Army has long extinguished all unnecessary lights.Although it was getting late, Alan still looked at the map in his big tent.In this battle, under the authorization of Willie and the acquiescence of Su Cheng, Allen shouldered the important task of commanding the vanguard force to open the way for the main force of the West Road army.Because he needed to command the vanguard to open the way for the main force, he had to read the map more frequently than anyone else.If he goes the wrong way as the commander of the vanguard force, he will become a joke that can be spread all over the mainland for many years.Perhaps because of his sedentary, Allen gradually felt his waist and neck sour.Alan rubbed his sour neck and said in his heart helplessly:When I was old, my body really began to be useless. After sitting for so long, my neck and waist began to sour.This year is 293 in the imperial calendar of the British Empire.If it is converted into the chronology of the Frankish Empire, it should be 311 in the imperial calendar of the Frankish empire.This year has been 311 years in the calendar of the Frankish empire... I'm 47 years oldIt was four years ago that I came to the British EmpireI don't know what happened to NEFA and Adam"Huh? Coach, are you going out? "The guard in charge of keeping outside the tent asked Allen."Well, yes." Alan smiled at the guard, "I've been sitting too long. My waist and neck are a little uncomfortable, so I'm going to go outside.""Well, does the manager need us to follow?""No, No." Alan waved his hand. "Just keep standing guard here. I'll be back soon.""Yes!" The guard saluted Allen with a military salute from the British Empire, "then - commander, you go slowly!""Yes. I'll be right back. "Alan, as the commander of the vanguard force, naturally has such a small privilege as free access to the barracks.Alan walked outside the camp, wrapped in his cloak to keep out the cold.He picked a small high slope outside the camp.Tonight is a sunny day and a full moon night.Ellen climbed the high slope and looked up at the full moon above her head.It was quiet around the high slope, and the ground was covered with some dark and quiet shadowsLooking at the full moon above his head, Allen couldn't help missing his wife and children in the Frank Empire again.NifA and Adam don't know what's going on nowHave you had a good meal and a good restJust as Allen looked up at the full moon above his head and missed his wife and children in his hometown, a strange voice suddenly sounded on his side:"Oh, long time no see. General Allen, ah, no, it's time to call you the Allen knight. "As soon as the man's voice fell, Allen's pupils shrank with surprise.This sudden male voice was a local voice that he had not heard for a long time - Frankish.Alan jerked back at the sound.At the end of the line of sight was a man in a brown cloak.Blonde, plain looking, not fat, not thin, not tall or short.After seeing the man's face, Allen couldn't help but open his mouth in shock."Aye, Ebel?""Long time no see, Alan."Ebert gave Allen a standard Frankish military salute."Abel!" Alan put on his Frankish language and asked Ebel, "Why are you here?!"Abel did not immediately answer Allen's question, but said in a strange tone with a strange smile:"Is it really because you have been in the British Empire for too long? Alan, your Frankish language has degenerated a lot and is beginning to have a strange accent."Allen ignored what Abel had just said, but asked Abel again with a calm face:"Abel, why are you here?""Don't be so cold, Alan." The frivolous Ebel shrugged. "Why do you look like you don't welcome me.""... the strongest spy of the Frankish Empire who is absolutely loyal to the emperor suddenly comes to the door. Whether it is a friend or an enemy, will you feel afraid?""The strongest spy... Hahaha, I'm getting older now. In a few more years, I may no longer be called the 'strongest'.""Well, stop gossiping and get down to business.""Alan, I came all the way to you to tell you good news and bad news, and give you another good thing.""What?" Alan wondered."I'll give you this good thing first. You'll definitely like it."With that, Abel approached Ellen and reached into his cloak to hold something.By the time Abel reached his hand out of his cloak, there was a roll of paper on his hand.It's a roll of portraits."Alan, this is a portrait of your wife, NEFA Lanner, and your son, Adam Jones, painted by a famous painter not long ago."As soon as Abel's voice fell, Allen immediately widened his eyes with surprise, and then grabbed the portrait in Abel's hand.On the portrait, there are busts of two people.The two people in the painting have faces that Allen feels familiar and strange at the same time.This is the face of his wife and children who have been away for four years.The artist who painted this portrait was very skilled and brought his wife and children's faces to life.Compared with 4 years ago, his wife nifA has almost no change, but there are more wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth.The son Adam has changed a lot. He has not only become taller, but also his facial features look more mature and masculine.This portrait is really a good thing for Alan.Looking at the faces of the two in the portrait, Allen's eyes couldn't help getting wet."Isn't this good?" Ebel smiled."So -" the smile on Abel's face slowly disappeared with the naked eye.The expression slowly became cold and terrible."Let's talk about the good news and bad news we should tell you.""Let's start with the bad news.""Ellen, your majesty is very dissatisfied with you now."
