The four-wheeled carriage was speeding on the road, and the "Union Army" Southern Front envoy [Major Ranco Boyle] sat inside the car, but knew nothing about the situation outside the car.

Except for a small window on the top of the carriage, which is used for ventilation and lighting, other windows in the carriage are sealed with wooden boards, and even the gaps are blocked with cloth strips.

During the Battle of Hegu Village, Hong Qiangwei lost not only the main infantry forces of the Fifth and Sixth Corps, but also the cavalry units that were finally rebuilt.

In a country with large and sparsely populated galloping horses, settlements are often far apart.

Losing cavalry means losing control of the vast fields beyond the fortifications.

So before Major Lanco Boyle passed the White Birch Fort, he was discovered by the rebel scouts. As soon as he entered the Xilin Province, he was intercepted by the rebel cavalry.

It’s not that Major Boyle lacks anti-reconnaissance consciousness—he didn’t want to hide it at all, and it was impossible for him to hide it.

The last few cavalry left by Hong Qiangwei now only dares to wander around the Kings Castle.

The reconnaissance cavalry of the Xinkendi rebels came and went freely in the Xilin Province, and some of the bold guys had even touched the suburbs of Zhuwang Forts.

In addition, the two sides chose to block the road together, which made the number of merchants and travelers almost extinct between the Kings Fort and Fengshi City.

Therefore, those who dare to walk on the road at this time are either spies or messengers.

And Lanco Boyle is both.

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The sunlight diagonally passed through the skylight at the top of the car, and cast a spot of light on the wooden board that sealed the car window.

But in fact, it is not the sun trembling, but the carriage is bumping.

"What day is this?" Major Boyle stared at the spot and thought silently.

It took a little while before he remembered, "Oh, it's the fifth day."

"Is the carriage still heading west?" Major Boyle thought again.

He tried to awaken his slow mind, and after a moment, based on the angle of sunlight, he came up with the answer, "No, he has begun to move north."

Being locked in a closed space for too long will cause people to lose their sense of direction and time.

Since being "captured" by the rebels and locked up in this carriage, Major Boyle has never been able to step out of this mobile cell again, and even big and small things in life must be solved in the car.

Fortunately, the one-eyed rebel captain who was responsible for escorting him also had the most basic respect for his alumni. He exchanged the toilet very diligently and did not turn the carriage into a manure cart.

Of course, in front of the one-eyed Captain, Major Boyle firmly refused to admit that he was a prisoner, but this did not improve his situation.

"The carriage began to go north," Major Boyle said to himself, "it means it's coming soon."

People always say that it is a thousand miles away, and the journey from Fengshi City to Zhuwang Castle is almost a thousand miles.

Since Major Boyle was stuffed into this carriage, he had to bump on the road for more than ten hours every day. He started before dawn and stopped until dark. In addition to necessary horse replacement and repair, he never stopped halfway.

It's time to go to the place.

Thinking of this, Lanco Boyle took a deep breath, cheered up, and meditated with his eyes closed.

The figure of Minister Jansen Conelisburn once again emerged in his mind.

"Where are," the minister said slowly, "dismantling the enemy politically is more effective than attacking the enemy militarily."

As the spirit became more and more clear, the minister's voice became clearer in Boyle's mind:

"Efficient decision-making and quick action are the most easily overlooked by the rebels, but they are their most powerful abilities.

"When the kings castles were still planning secretly and Guitu City was still indecisive, the rebels had already made up their minds and acted with lightning speed.

"This is the most important reason why they can win the Battle of River Valley Village."

"But, the rebels have lost this advantage now," said the minister deafeningly, "the kings' castles have not yet fallen, which is a clear proof!"

Jansen Conelis's bright eyes penetrated the fog in his memory and stared at Boyle:

“So, the tasks you shoulder are more important than anyone else.

"You are going to look for the rifts inside the rebels, divide them, disintegrate them, and throw wedges into the gap."

"The victory or defeat of South Paratu will not only depend on success or failure on the battlefield," said Jansen Conelis's hand through the fog of memory and put it on Boyle's shoulder, "it will also depend on your results."

Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, and the carriage stopped with the loud sound of horses.

Minister Conelisburn's figure broke and dissipated in Major Boyle's mind like a bubble.

The dense footsteps sounded outside the car, and then the door was pulled open, and the one-eyed captain's face appeared outside the door.

The bright sunshine outside the car made Ranco Boyle instinctively block his eyes.

"Get out, Major," said Captain One-eyed, "Maple Leaf Castle is here."

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The sack wrapped around the head was removed, and Ranco Boyle wanted to rub his eyes, but his hands were fixed on the chair and could not move.

So he could only blink and try to adapt to the light in the room.

There were stones everywhere, no windows, the air was turbid, and the body was cold - Boyle judged that he should be in a certain basement; three school officials and a lieutenant were sitting behind a long blood-stained table, looking up and down - if nothing unexpected happened, these were the four major leaders of the rebels; behind the lieutenant, a man dressed in a monk stood in the corner of the room, his face hidden under his hood, and could not be seen clearly in the dim light.

Boyle's heart tightened - who is this? Why didn't the information mention that the rebels and the public church colluded? Was it a confession of the priest? The rebels planned to directly use torture?

The four rebel officers just looked at Boyle and didn't speak. The ascetic in the corner was like a stone sculpture, and didn't speak.

So Lanco Boyle took the lead in breaking the silence.

"Col. Geisa, Colonel Skur, Lieutenant Colonel Magash, Captain Montane," Major Boyle moved his arms tied with a belt, and the chairs under him were shaking. "Please allow me to protest, your abuse of the messenger."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Sitting in the middle of the long table, the bald school official with a half-face covered with terrifying scars, looked arrogant and the first to speak, "The captives are not qualified to protest."

"You are wrong, Colonel Geisa, the captives are also qualified to protest," Boyle is neither humble nor arrogant. "And I am not a prisoner, I am the messenger who is responsible for the negotiation."

"Find your situation, the United Provinces," the bald colonel's eyes were cold and cold, "I said you are a prisoner, you are a prisoner; I said you are still alive, you are alive."

"You are right, Colonel Geisa, my life and death are all in your mind," Boyle smiled indifferently, "but even a death row prisoner is inhumane to escort with that kind of carriage."

"Is it inhumane?" The lieutenant sitting on the far left of the long table also laughed, "I am the Paratu who comes in that kind of carriage."

Seeing the lieutenant speak, Boyle carefully looked at the other party.

But unfortunately, although in Lanco Boyle's view, the young lieutenant in front of him was indeed handsome and had an extraordinary temperament, it was still difficult for him to associate the other party with the "Wolf Blood" in the intelligence.

"You are trapped in logical fallacies, Captain Montagne," Boyle responded with a smile, "You are saying that because you have suffered inhuman treatment, the inhuman treatment has become humane, which is equivalent to denying the inhuman treatment you have suffered."

"I only have one logic," said the lieutenant calmly, "[Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth]."

"Then there is no problem. Let's get even. I'll withdraw the protest," Boyle replied happily.

The next moment, he lowered his head deeply to the lieutenant and said earnestly, "But no matter what, please allow me to apologize for the inhuman treatment you have experienced. I hope you know that not all the officers of the United Provincial Department agree to treat you in that way. For this reason, I brought you a gift of meeting, which I will accompany you..."

"Is this the one?" The lieutenant took out a small box from his arms, opened the lid, and placed it on the table.

A simple seal ring lies quietly in the box.

The same ring, Boyle, Geisa, Skur, and Magash, but the lieutenant has never.

"Yes, the Ring of the Great Alliance," Boyle nodded, "Your, Lieutenant Bard's, and Lieutenant Andrea Chelini's."

The lieutenant gently snapped on the lid: "This is ours."

"The things return to the original owner," Boyle happily agreed, "it couldn't be better."

"'Returning things to the original owner' is also called giving gifts?" the bald school official asked sarcastically, "When did the people of the United Provinces be so shameless?"

Without waiting for Boyle to answer, the tall and thin school official sitting next to the bald school official coughed lightly and stopped the meaningless attack, "Major Ranco Boyle, since you say you are responsible for negotiation, then clarify your purpose."

The tall and thin school official has a deep eye socket, a gentle temperament, and a three-point poet's gloom in his expression.

Boyle thought to himself: "There is no doubt that this is Skur Mecklen, 'deep thinking, excellent eloquence', 'good at planning, but the ability to deal with it on the spot is poor'."

"First of all, General Connellis entrusted me to congratulate you," Boyle cleared his throat and said radiantly, "You have fought an amazing victory. General Connellis said that even as an enemy, he would applaud you. The Battle of the Valley Village will be recorded in the history of the alliance forever."

"Forget it," the bald school official smiled and said nothing, and the scars on his face looked even more terrifying. "I don't think it's a good thing to be written into the history of war. Jason Connellis has become a general star? Could it be a reward for coups? It's not easy, it's really not easy."

"It's not easy to promote yourself," Boyle's mouth smiled lightly.

The bald school official frowned.

Sitting at the far right end of the long table, the dark-haired school official smiled gently, and finally spoke.

His voice was very magnetic, making people feel like spring breeze: "We have received congratulations from Minister Conelisbon. Major Boyle, what else do you want to come from? Let's explain it together."

The black-haired school official is younger than the other two school officials, with a well-proportioned figure and elegant manners. The school official's uniform is very straight and flat, and his black and thick hair and beard are also carefully maintained.

"Perhaps you are Lieutenant Colonel Magash Kolwin," Lanco Boyle nodded.

The black-haired school official nodded.

Ranco Boyle said politely: "Your friend at the Castle of Kings asked me to convey your greetings."

The black-haired school official smiled dismissively, "Save it, major, explain your purpose."

Boyle withdrew his gaze and looked at the two colonels sitting in the middle, "In addition to congratulations, General Connelly sent me, there is another big thing and a small thing."

Geisa and Skur exchanged glances, and Skur said calmly, "Talk about big things first."

Boyle cleared his throat, "In view of the fact that you and us both hold a considerable number of 'official officers loyal to each other', General Connelly suggested that we have a reasonable exchange."

"Are you not a prisoner loyal to the other party?" Geisa sneered. "We have prisoners, but who can you exchange for us?"
To be continued...