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"You... How dare you insult our elves?" Sylvie here was very angry, because Linton basically pointed to her nose and scolded them as fools. Sylvie naturally couldn't bear it.

"Oh... I dare, and then?" Linton said, "I'm a saint, pointing at people and swearing silly 13. Do you agree? Over there..."

Linton pointed with his finger. A Terran officer who didn't know his name said, "I call you stupid 13 now. Do you have a problem?"

"No, swordsman." The other party is also true and sincere, and the answer is methodical.

"Look, why do you have an opinion? You're still going to complain to the saint level association, aren't you?" Linton turned to Sylvie and continued.

Sylvie's teeth are going to be broken. She doesn't really dare to have any opinion, but she has forgotten that Linton is a saint level thing at all, because this guy... Doesn't look like a saint level at all. After all, other saints do everything with their hands. For example, you don't think it's cheap to curse stupid 13. If you really annoy Saint level, you'll be finished if you cut him down. That's what Saint level does. For saints like Linton, she really doesn't know how to deal with it.

"If you can, let me go back. We'll see the truth on the battlefield." Sylvie here thought for a while, and she still had to go back first.

"Well, I'll take her back later. Are you all right?" Linton asked.

"No comment." The nearby sklam immediately said, "it's a blessing for our army that the elves have such a general. We really need such an enemy."

"You!" Sylvie didn't understand that scrim was not praising her.

"General sivil, I look forward to the duel with you on the battlefield. I believe it will be an epic battle." Sklam here is very sensible. Now he knows what Linton means and starts to cooperate immediately.

"You... Take me back now!" Sylvie was so angry that she immediately said to Linton.

"So the meeting hasn't finished yet. I said I'll send you back after the meeting. I won't break my promise. You see, there's no objection. Whether your soldiers or our Terrans are eager for you to go back. Don't worry, if you are popular." Linton said.

"Yes, if the sword Saint doesn't have time to take you back, we will send someone to escort you back. If something happens to you, it will be the biggest loss of our Terran." The nearby scrim also said immediately.

I have to say that scrim's antagonism is more excessive than Linton's. it seems that he can't wait to send medals to each other. Linton secretly praised sklam here. This product... Works.

Sylvie was really angry and speechless. Linton pressed his hand and said, "continue the previous meeting and the discussion in the strategy room. It was also said that it would be finished directly with the opposite side, but it is also a key point. You should remember it, scrim."

"Please show me the sword saint." Said scrim.

"The most important thing in this war is the first battle. Now the elves are filled with blind self-confidence. They probably think that they have gathered 80000 troops, which is invincible in the whole continent and no problem in pushing the whole continent. Don't be surprised, they are such a race. They bring her here to show you on the spot this time, otherwise I think you may not know it yet The letter will have such a harmonious race. " Linton said.

"Seriously, at first I didn't expect it to be like this. I really didn't fight with the elves." Scram nodded.

"I just said the point is the first battle, and that's mainly because of this reason. This blind self-confidence is actually just like a bubble. The bigger the expansion, the bigger the splash splash when it breaks. So just by poking this, the fighting confidence of the Elves will collapse in an instant, and it will never be able to stand up again." Linton said, "so the first battle with the elves is a decisive battle. Don't give me any temptation. Small forces consume and so on. When we come up, we will crush all our forces. No matter what happens, the first battle must be a dead battle. No matter how big the loss is, as long as we fight the first battle, the elves' blind confidence will collapse, and the victory will be ours."

"I see. The swordsman's understanding of war is really thorough." Sklam here is very suitable. He flattered and listened to people very comfortably.

"The purpose of fighting is to make them realize the fact that they are not invincible." Linton said, "As for the location of the decisive battle, they don't have to be too careful. In fact, they sent their soldiers into the kingdom of sardinwende and have voluntarily given up the terrain favorable to them. I just came back from their barracks. These elves probably think that noble elves can't be stationed in the cities built by low-level Terrans, and they don't even want to enter the cities, and their big The layout of the battalion can not be arranged by a person who knows the military. After all, there has been no war for more than 30 years, which has caused a tactical fault. So you don't have to lure them out of the camp. Just find a position where you can start the battle. "

"Yes, my Lord." Sklam nodded here.

Sylvie is still listening. She really doesn't know what to say. Linton said that she was the one who didn't understand the military, and she arranged the camp. She really doesn't understand the layout of what camp. What camp does the weak army of fighting people have to arrange? They never had this concept, okay.

The most uncomfortable thing is that these Terrans actually have a military meeting. Are you still here? These people really don't seem to be giving false information, that is, chiguoguo despises her. Xiweier secretly made up her mind to look good to these Terrans on the battlefield.

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"Once we promote the hinterland of the elves, we still need to be careful. After all, the terrain there is more complex." Linton said, "we don't need elves' prisoners. Just clean them up."

"Does your excellency mean... Slaughtering the city?" asked scrim.

"You dare!" Linton hasn't answered yet, Sylvie next to him immediately gets up and says.

"Don't worry, I'm not assuming that our Terran can defeat your Elven army? But can we actually defeat it? No, your Elven soldiers are all warriors who can fight five, and they must be able to repel our Terran army, right? We can't enter your country, right? What are you worried about?" Linton said, "don't say you don't have confidence. We need your confidence now."

"No matter what you say, we will win you." Said Sylvie at once.

"You see, this is it, so why do you care about our discussion of such illusory things? Isn't it all our Terran delusions, and you should also care about it?" Linton said.

"Hum, wishful thinking!" Said Sylvie.

"Well, that's it." Linton nodded, then turned to scrim and said, "Yes, there are no slaughterhouses left, and all the passing cities and villages have been burned. The elves are now floating in the sky. All we have to do is press their heads on the ground and rub them to let them know what they are. When things reach the extreme, they will turn around. Now they float high. After being tamed, these guys should be more obedient than dogs."

"Yes, my Lord!" Everyone in the war shouted at the same time.

I don't know why this neat answer made Sylvie here feel a little uneasy, but Linton was right. As long as the elves beat back the Terran troops, it couldn't happen. What are you uneasy about? I can't think I will lose. They are the elves, the invincible army in the world. How can they lose to a weak race like mankind? Yes, I don't have to worry at all.

"How long will it be here before the war begins?" Linton asked.

"I'm going to gather troops here." Scrim pointed to a place on the map next to him and said, "the time when all the legions come to meet should be about the same, and there should be more than ten days."

"That's about the same time as the new town was built?" Linton nodded. "Very good. Just before that, he moved everyone away."

"Sir, do you need our troops to escort the relocation of the population of the kingdom of sardinwinde?" Asked scrim. To tell the truth, he didn't know the purpose of Linton's sudden move. He didn't want to ask. Anyway, he didn't dare not carry out Linton's orders.

At present, the elves agree to move people away, but after they are sent out of the country, of course, they can't always escort these people to the destination Linton said. On the other side of the new city, sklam wondered if he wanted them to send troops to pick them up.

Generally speaking, such refugee forces let them go and finish it by themselves, but Linton doesn't know why he attaches great importance to it. Of course, sklam is willing to cooperate.

"No, I'll find a way to send them. Just take care of yourself." Linton said.

"Yes, my Lord." Scram nodded.

"Then there's nothing else to discuss. Do you have any questions?" Linton asked.

"No, sir." Said the officer in the account.

"Then I sent people back." Linton said.

"Well, it's not easy for general Sylvie to come to our side for guidance. Otherwise, we can go after dinner. I'd like to toast the general." Scrim thought for a moment and said.

"..." this really made Sylvie lose her mind. She stared at sculam for a long time and didn't speak. She didn't know how to say it.

"Look, I forgot about it. I won't eat the meal. I'll send people back later and have to hurry home to look after the children. You can send some gifts here. Don't let people think we have neglected the guests." Linton said.

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