Lorraine was full of anger and racked her brains along the way, thinking about how to solve the various problems currently arising in the peacekeeping force.

Amor and Hadou are consolidating their territory, strengthening their war preparations, and squeezing all their strength into a fist.

But his subordinates are nothing but a ball of loose sand.[]

The various ministries are not coordinated with each other and the management is chaotic. Not only the soldiers are amateurs, but even many of the commanders are fucking amateurs.

And logistics...Grandma's, especially the logistics~!

Those bastards from the Holy See actually fully learned from the excellent experience of the Crusades back then, without bringing any logistical supplies.

A bunch of idiots think that as it is said in the Holy Book, as long as they participate in the war, toasted bread, fried fish, grilled steak, smoked meat will automatically fall from the sky...etc.

Let them eat as happily as pigs.

Some aristocratic dogs even said that the wine must be red wine, and it is not the 1982 Red Fairy Mountain Lu produced in Italy. It is best to soak two Spanish flies in it. You must never use the French ones for the rest of your life.

The poor drunkards of country bumpkins who don't even take a bath and are proud of it...

Lord Luo was so angry that he almost vomited blood just thinking about it.

However, even so, so many military supplies must be replenished in time. The Lord knows clearly that those bastards are all a bunch of thugs.

If they run out of supplies, they will not starve themselves. They will definitely rob the people's things by themselves. In fact, many of them come here with the purpose of grabbing money and stuff~!

The more Lorraine thought about it, the more headache she felt. His original plan was just to bring hundreds of thousands of troops with a thunderous and overwhelming advantage to crush Amol and Hadou into pieces.

Now it seems that it is not easy to train these ruffians to the standard.

At this moment, he finally understood the troubles General Wabdor had when he was the leader.

I remember that when we first invaded Almohad, Sir Alex was the most trouble-making among those bastards.

Looting everywhere, grabbing money and stuff...

In fact, if Catherine's gang of pickled cabbage jars hadn't been watching closely, with the noble Lord's noble character, regarding the unity of the world as his own responsibility, and his great character of maintaining world peace, although he would not have robbed two women or anything, but if his subordinates

If we insist on him accepting two of them, it's hard for him to refute the filial piety of those younger brothers, right?

Besides, with his status as a lord, if he doesn't get enough protection, someone will come to his door and try to trick him...

But now, he has become the commander-in-chief and the leading brother, and he suddenly feels that his forehead is full of lawsuits.

What's more, his current situation is worse than that of General Wabador. At that time, everyone was poaching for Almohad, one of the few established imperialist powers on the continent that dominated the Mediterranean.

As a trap, all the people sent by each country are their elites.

Although those people are not the same thing, at least they are all professional soldiers. Unlike now, looking at the past, only Archduke Julius brought some elite troops (by the way, the old guy's purpose is not the same).

Pure, he just wants to avenge his death~!)

The other troops are all a bunch of militiamen who want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune. There are no elites at all.

This is not surprising. Now, all countries know that in the near future, the undead and demons will form a powerful battle group to clear their own mission copies.

At this time, whoever has the most penises and whoever has the toughest penis will survive.

In order to save their lives, they naturally tried their best to preserve their elites and desperately expanded their armies to prepare for war. It was quite good to have so many SI troops come out to make up the numbers.

The more Lorraine thought about it, the worse she felt. She returned to Hafsport with a livid face, as if she had just been robbed of five million.

He did not return to his headquarters, but went directly to the Pope's residence to settle accounts with Hilmeria.

Because he was in a bad mood, he ran rampant along the way, holding back his anger, just wanting to find trouble, but the guards and servants in the Holy See were all sharp-eyed.

They may not know the archbishops who came from the countryside, or even the sons of the red archbishops, but no one dares not to know the lord.

When they saw Lord Lorraine, they did not stop him. Especially when they saw his livid face, the servants hid far away.

Lorraine went straight to the pope's temporary palace.

When he saw Hilmeria, she was holding Lorraine's son and walking back and forth in the house. The two of them were babbling incomprehensible Martian words.

Hilmeria had a sweet look on her face and she was obviously enjoying it. Lorraine suddenly came in and she was startled immediately, and she hugged the child in her arms. Then she saw Lorraine,

Then he breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "What did you do to scare the child..."

Lorraine glared at her bitterly, and found that the white child also had a pair of big bright eyes, looking at her blankly.

Under that clear and simple gaze without a trace of impurity, the prince couldn't help but feel short of breath for a while, and sighed longly, saying: "If you hadn't seen you as the mother of my child, I would have given you a beating."

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As he spoke, he fell heavily on the chair next to him.

Hilmeria glanced at Lorraine and smiled proudly.

In this evil feudal era, all mothers are like this. After giving birth to a son, someone will support them in the future, and then they will do evil and lawless. Like Sister Dugu in the Sui Dynasty, Sister Tian in the Tang Dynasty, and Sister Tian in the Qing Dynasty.

Lan'er, these are all their representatives, no need to go into details.

What makes them particularly proud is that they see their father giggling with anger, but they dare not, or are reluctant to take action. They are most proud of it.

Hilmeria raised the baby to Lorraine with both hands and said with a smile: "Look, son, your dad is angry. Come, let's pee all over him and help him get rid of his anger..."

The baby, who was already several months old, giggled with his toothless mouth, kicked his two little feet randomly, and stretched out his little big hands to grab Lorraine's clothes.

However, this kid was kinder than his mother. No matter how much Hilmeria encouraged him, he never peed a drop from the beginning to the end. But maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had peed just now.

Seeing her son's happy face in front of her, all the anger in Lorraine's heart flew away in an instant.

Seeing how effective this hand was, Hilmeria couldn't help but smile softly again, then called the nanny in, handed the baby in her arms to the nanny, took her out, and then sat down docilely next to Lorraine.

She held Lorraine's hand and asked softly: "Okay, what happened again?"

Since becoming a mother, Hilmeria has exuded the brilliance of motherhood. Compared with the heroic, strong and capable Hilmeria before, she has become more feminine and charming.

Now Hilmeria is a truly good wife and mother. Every time she goes to Lorraine's side, she will feel at ease if Lorraine does not come.

Lorraine patted Hilmeria's hand and said with a wry smile: "Sister, you are just kidding me. Why did you send an archbishop to be the leader of the army? Do you think we are not chaotic enough now? Let a group of bishops lead the army.

Battlefield, what are you doing? Play Long Live Charge? That was done by perverted Japanese people, okay?

What you did was purely to give experience points to Hadou's men."

Hilmeria also sighed, spread her hands helplessly, and complained: "Do you think I want them to come? I also know that these guys are just here to join in the fun.

If it were you, and your subordinates would respond enthusiastically to an order, offering people and money, these people are still your direct descendants, would you have the heart to refuse them to follow?

I have just taken office and I need to stabilize people’s hearts..."

What Hilmeria said makes sense.

Being the boss also has the difficulties of being a boss.

She has just assumed the position of boss, and even though she has her own support and even robbed a war fortress to help her suppress the battle, the various factions in the Holy See are deeply rooted and powerful.

The main reason why she can sit in that position is not because of her strength, but the result of compromise between all parties.

Not to mention, if she sits in this position as a woman, no matter who she is, she will look at her with distrust.

It seems that the bishops who can lead the army to serve in Almohad are from Hilmeria's faction.

The younger brothers charged forward, eager to help the boss solve his problems. Such loyal younger brothers naturally need to be praised and encouraged, and their morale must not be hurt at all.

Otherwise, it is inevitable that the younger brothers will have some thoughts in their minds, and they may not necessarily work so hard next time.

If someone comes along and follows someone else, it will be even more troublesome...

Lorraine shook his head and said: "What you said makes sense, but letting these guys go to the battlefield is simply asking for death. If they die, do you, as the boss, also bear the responsibility?"

"Of course I know this," Hilmeria said: "Don't you have a great idea? If you can think of a way to get them to voluntarily hand over the command of the legion, I will agree with both hands."

"Let them hand over command..." Lorraine rubbed her chin and said thoughtfully, "It's not impossible."

Hilmeria knew Lorraine very well. When she saw his expression, she knew that something bad was brewing in Lorraine's stomach again. She hugged Lorraine's arm and asked with a curious expression: "What do you have?

What a crazy idea?"

Lorraine snapped her fingers and said with a smile: "Just give them a hard time."

Hilmeria asked curiously: "Toughing them up? Let me tell you first, these are all our trusted subordinates. You can't be cruel~!"

Lorraine smiled bitterly and said: "I estimate that the bishops under your command can at best be regarded as a group of idealists full of romantic feelings about war. They have never been on the battlefield and do not understand the cruelty of war.

Think of war as riding on a white horse, swinging a long sword forward, and then the soldiers rush in and defeat the enemy.”

Lorraine made a gesture, and Hilmeria smiled and said: "That's really what happened. Before I went to the battlefield, I thought of war as very simple. Later I learned that war

You cannot win with more people."

Lorraine dared to say this because of his own observation, the commander of the Fourth Holy See Legion he just met, Archbishop Ram Santos.

The reason for dressing up is not so much that he is here to fight, but rather that he is here to participate in an outing organized by the nobles.

Archbishop Sandos's gorgeous military uniform was covered with scattered decorations, diamond pins, gold-plated buttons, and even his belt was studded with a circle of beautiful small diamonds.

What he wears on his waist is a thin sword for showmanship. This sword is basically used for ceremonial purposes. It can be broken by a strong blow on the battlefield.

If such a dress appears at a noble banquet, the young ladies who have read too many chivalry novels will indeed think that they are heroic and extraordinary.

But on the battlefield, everyone knows that they are a bunch of cowards.

These bishops have no shortage of status, wealth... and even women. What they pursue is prestige. If they can win a battle and earn the reputation of being capable in literature and martial arts, they will have no problem picking up girls in the future.
To be continued...