[Fengshi City]

[Officers' residential area]

[Wentes Montagne's apartment]

As night falls, Maple Stone City gradually sinks into darkness and silence, so the brightly lit Montane House seems particularly energetic.

The tempting aroma of food filled the entire two-story building. Winters and Senior Mason set up the dining table while communicating the situation in the city during this period.

"Col. Geisa and Colonel Skur, Lieutenant Colonel Magash both wanted to complete the adaptation as soon as possible," Mason smoothed the tablecloth and carefully adjusted the position of the candlestick, as if he was laying out the artillery positions. "You know, they suffered a lot of losses in the Battle of the Valley of Sorrow, but the prisoners did not catch much.

"They have been doing recruitment of new recruits, but it seems that the situation is not very ideal. So Colonel Geisa and the others still hope to absorb soldiers from the prisoners and quickly replenish the losses.

"So the sooner the adaptation is completed, the sooner the troops of Baishan County will be able to recover their combat power."

Compared to the senior's rigorous and meticulousness, Winters, who is responsible for placing plates, has a style that is too casual. He can just put wherever he puts it, just don't lack tableware.

"Of course they were anxious, otherwise how could they agree to our plan so happily," replied Winters. "But we don't need to hurry up. I think we can delay it. The longer the delay, the more chips there will be in the negotiation."

"That's what I'm going to tell you," Mason finally found the shooting position he liked for the candlestick, which just could evenly illuminate the entire dining table.

He looked at Winters and worriedly said, "I'm afraid the reorganization can't be delayed anymore."

"Oh?" Wenters heard this and put the basket containing the tableware on the ground. He pulled out the chair in front of him, sat down, and signaled the senior to sit down.

Mason did not sit down. He leaned against the dining table and asked, "Did you see the information about the 'Southern Front'?"

"I saw it in the briefing you sent me," Winters was suspicious and curious, "Can there really be four legions? If we count the original six, it would be ten legions, fifty thousand! We haven't counted the auxiliary soldiers yet! Can the Union Province really support so many soldiers?"

Mason's face was even more worried, "The information I sent to you was given to me by Colonel Geisa and Colonel Skur. Their information was much more informative than ours. They would know something about the Kings Castle immediately.

"The information of the 'Southern Front' came from the Kings Forts. The 'King Forts is now rumored that the four legions of the Union Army will arrive soon. Grove Magnus wished that the 'Four Legions' would be added to the prayers of the citizens of the 'King Forts'."

"Of course he will do this," Winters sneered, "This is his life-saving straw. Without this breath, the citizens of the Kings Castle can tie him up and send him to Maple Stone City."

"Maybe." Mason was not as confident as his junior.

"But, senior, I'm not asking where the information comes from, I'm asking your opinion," Winters stretched his arms to get a piece of bread from the bread basket at the far end. "Do you think the United Provinces can really support such a large army?"

Mason didn't want to talk about this, "I've been in Paratu for five or six years. I don't know anything about the United Provinces," he sighed. "And when I left the United Provinces, I was just a young boy, what did I know?"

"Tell me," Winters refused to give up. "No matter what, you must know the United Provinces better than me."

Mason couldn't resist Winters, pondered for a moment, and replied cautiously: "I dare not say it for a long time, but if you arm four legions, it should be fine to maintain it in the short term."

He smiled bitterly, "After all, from the moment the United Provincial Army was born, it was preparing for the 'doomsday battle' with the empire, and there was no shortage of weapons."

"Yes, there is no shortage," Winters snorted and broke the bread hard. "It's a pity that a piece of lead was not hit at the Imperials, but instead he had to use it on our heads first."

Mason was speechless and silently sorted out Winters' plates.

"This smoked fish is really good," accompanied by a loud voice, Andrei broke into the restaurant like a wind, holding a large plate with hill-like smoked trout.

Except for the large cut of the belly, the silver crust of the smoked fish is kept very complete, showing the texture of matte leather.

The edges of the smoked fish are dyed with an attractive honey color, which makes people's index fingers tremble.

Of course, one of the smoked fish was unfortunately killed before it was served. The beautiful skin was torn apart and the fat meat was roughly picked out. The one who committed this crime was of course Lieutenant Andrea Chelini who was still chewing.

"Sent by Mrs. Mitchell," Winters smiled and raised his hand, "Give me one too."

The authentic Palathus are like their distant relatives and will never touch fish unless there is a very good reason.

Therefore, although Paratu's fish resources are not as rich as those in coastal areas, they are better at developing less, so the stock is large and fishing is very easy, making it a paradise for anglers.

This made it cheaper to migrate to the Palathus - such as the Dussa people.

The Dusa people love to eat fish, especially smoked fish. No matter what fish it is, the Dusa people can smoke and roast it. Without distinction of all seasons, whole or cut pieces of burnt smoked fish are always on their table.

However, outsiders have no blessing to save the smoked fish that Dusa loved.

At least Winters was disgusting once and the reason was very simple - it was too fishy and so fishy that it made people feel dry.

Only Mrs. Mitchell's method is different from any smoked fish made by Dusa family that Winters has eaten. It is not fishy or vegetarian, juicy, tender, fresh and delicious, and tasteless. It is not enough to eat it.

Unfortunately, it is troublesome to make and is not resistant to preservation, and can only be tasted on the dining table of Mitchell's house.

This time, Mrs. Mitchell learned that Winters had returned to the city and asked Scarlett to send it.

"Not bad, I'll go find Mrs. Mitchell to ask for some," Andre put the plate in front of Winters, and sat next to Winters with a big golden sword.

"It's a troublesome to cook this fish," Winters gave half of the bread in his hand to Andre, skillfully uncovered the fish skin, and used the bread to hold the juicy fish meat, and then enjoyed it, saying in a vague way, "It's time to smoke it on low heat for more than ten hours."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting contents behind! "Ah? So troublesome?" Andre was stunned, but he soon had a good idea and laughed, "Then I'll find a kid to go to Mitchell's house to learn. Once I learn it, don't you have to bother Mrs. Mitchell? Well, Alexander Nikolaevich is very smart and fishing well. It's better to let him go."

The door of the restaurant opened again, and Scarlett walked in with a stew pot.

Seeing Winters and Andre destroying the smoked trout like a wind and cloud, Scarlett put down the stew pot, turned around and ran out of the restaurant to complain.

"Sister Anna! They've eaten it!"

When Andre heard the sound, he immediately bounced off the chair, wiped his mouth randomly, threw the napkin under the table, and threw the unfinished bread on Winters' plate.

"Wow! You!" Want to do the same thing, but Winters, who was one step slower, was shocked and angry.

However Andre had pushed the dining chair back to its original position, and the lieutenant of the Hussars whistled with the winner's smile.

The next second, Anna appeared at the entrance of the restaurant like a ghost.

Ms. Navare's eyes swept first over the tableware, then over a messy plate of smoked trout, and finally stayed on Winters.

Her eyebrows frowned slightly, her small nose frowned, and her lips were pursed into a slit. Without saying a word, her expression was better than a thousand words.

Winters is unwilling to admit it but cannot deny it. He actually likes to see Ms. Navare's angry look - Anna is more cute and vivid than Ms. Navare who usually pays attention to image.

But obviously we shouldn't think so much now. The most important thing now is to save your life.

Winters raised his hand to surrender and solemnly promised: "Don't touch it, never touch it again."

"Mr. Mason," Anna nodded and saluted to the other two in the restaurant with satisfaction, "Mr. Chellini."

Mason and Andre also nodded in return.

Then, Anna left the restaurant.

Until her figure disappeared, her eyes remained on Winters and made a gesture of fingers passing through her throat without a trace.

Winters smiled and gave a blowing kiss.

As soon as Anna left, Winters immediately changed his face.

"Traitor!" He picked up the spoon and threw it at Andre.

Andre originally raised his hand and wanted to catch the spoon, but his arm couldn't keep up with it, so he could only avoid it with a thrilling look.

He smiled and retorted: "I was from Ms. Navare."

"Wow, you can say this?" Winters became even more angry and replaced the spoon in his hand with a table knife.

"Why can't you say it? I didn't lie to you, but I just haven't told you."

"Okay, stop making trouble." Mason had to take out his senior's shelf and make a sound to maintain order. He picked up the spoon and pulled Andre back to the dining table. "Where did we just talk about?"

"Hmm?" Andrei thought for a while, "I'll find a kid to learn how to smoke fish?"

Mason lifted his forehead in pain, and after a moment, he sighed, "Yes, talking about military reorganization."

Andrey yawned and reached for another smoked fish.

"Yes, when it comes to 'can't be delayed'." Winters also wanted to eat fish, but Anna's still there, and he didn't dare to act rashly, so he could only watch Andrey feast.

He said regretfully: "It seems that we have to knock this card out as soon as possible. Unfortunately, this card is not yet 'ripe' and may not be exchanged for Colonel Geisa's understanding of the new land in the foreign land."

"The player is you. You will play whenever you say you will play." Mason responded, and quickly said what he really wanted to say. "The problem is not this card, but how to play the next card after you knock it off!"

"What does it mean?" Winters raised his eyebrows.

"Although Baishan County, Leiqun and Bianjiang County are in the same attitude towards the matter of 'the new army need to be reorganized as soon as possible'," Mason said with a serious expression. "But I can guarantee you that when the new army is rested and decided to 'whether to go next', Colonel Geisa and Colonel Skur, Lieutenant Colonel Magash will never be the same."

"Oh?" Winters became interested in an instant and poured a glass of water for the senior, "Speak slowly."

Mason took a sip and talked: "From the information I have been exposed to, Baishan County should be more inclined to directly attack the Kings Fortresses.

"Lt. Woods of Baishan County is organizing manpower to repair the road eastward of Maple Stone City; "Also Lieutenant Woods is also preparing to build a military warehouse in Sifang Town and collect large vehicles; "The White Mountain County officers are particularly concerned about the patrol operations of blocking Maple Stone City and the roads between the kings' forts; "The most obvious thing is that Colonel Geisa showed abnormal interest in the cannons in our hands... All signs indicate that Colonel Geisa should hope to take the snake's head straight and solve the problem once and for all."

Winters has always trusted and admired Senior Mason's ability to sort out and summarize the complicated and trivial information and unravel the cocoon.

He still remembers that when he first met his senior, the latter could guess that the Palatou Army was going to fight again with just a few expired reports, so he organized prisoners to harvest grass in advance to prepare for the needs of the cold winter.

Although Mason used a lot of "should" and "possible", Winters knew his seniors - if he was not sure, Richard Mason would not speak at all.

"Take the Kings Castle?" Winters frowned.

As a man who has accomplished the legendary feat of "Single Kings Castle" which has never been seen before - there are no latecomers, Winters recalled the city defense fortifications of the Kings Castle with all his attention, and the more he thought about it, his brows tightened.

As an ancient capital that has stood since the "Dark Age" to the present, although the city defense design of Zhuwang Castle has lagged behind the times, it is still a very, very, very difficult bone to crack. And as long as it is properly transformed and added, it can still rejuvenate in the era of artillery.

Not to mention, the Kings Castle is still a city located by the water, and the Jinliu River behind it is firmly held in the hands of the Unionists and Hong Qiangwei.

"Even if the gap that Alpad exploded was not blocked," Winters had already launched an attack in his mind and smiled bitterly, "Using our existing conditions, you will fight the Kings Castles... It's ugly. Besides, if you can't cut off the water supply of the Kings Castles, the siege is simply nonsense..."

"I think so too," said Mason, "but Baishan County believes that the troops in the Kings Castle are now empty and people are not stable.

"Warning now may be able to be won in one fell swoop. As long as you take down the kings' forts, no one can question our legitimacy, and there will be no major war on the south bank of the Jinliu River.

"If you don't fight now, wait until the four legions in the United Provinces are in place and want to fight again, you don't know when it will be..."

"Oh, their thoughts are actually... they make sense," Mason scratched his head in distress, and simply shook his hand. "I can't figure it out anyway, you can decide."

Winters did not rush to make a judgment, but picked up his arms and asked, "What about Leiqun County and Bianjiang County? Didn't you say that they were not the same as Baishan County? What are their actions?"

"Don't look at their movements," Mason chuckled, "Lt. Col. Magash has already communicated with us."

"Oh? What did he say?"
Chapter completed!