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The scout hurriedly ran to the position where he hid the war horse, turned on his horse, and quickly returned to White Wolf Town. He passed several supply points one after another, and the horses were replaced. When approaching the city wall, there were scattered logging townspeople, shouting for logging. The townspeople returned to White Wolf Town, and the scouts rode their horses around to the east gate.

Back in the town, the scouts did not dismount, and went straight to the council hall.

"Emergency military situation, inform the adults!"

The scout's horse stopped in front of the council hall and reported to the guards.

"Wait a minute, I'll report it right away."

Just as the guard was about to turn around and enter the council room, a familiar voice came from the council room.

"No, I heard it."

Geralt's voice came out of the door of the council hall and asked the scout outside the door.

"What's the matter?"

The scouts and guards bowed to Geralt, and the scouts cupped their hands and said.

"The trace of the enemy has been found, and it is less than three hundred miles away from my White Wolf Town!"

"Come in."

When Geralt heard that the army on the grasslands had been discovered, he turned and walked into the council chamber.

"Go get Heifman."

The order came into the ears of the guard, the guard handed over his hands, handed over his armament to his companion, and went out to find someone.

Sitting on his throne, Geralt looked at the scout below and asked.

"How many days will it take to reach White Wolf Town at their speed?"

The scout respectfully stood under the throne, calculated the advance speed of the grassland army in his mind, and said.

"They are traveling with the baggage team. At their speed, the distance of 300 miles will take four days at the fastest."

"Four days..."

Geralt asked thoughtfully, rubbing his stubble chin.

"Have you ever seen a flag?"

The scout thought for a while and replied.

"I see, my lord, two flags, one red and one blue."

"The red ones are eagle-shaped, and the blue ones are slightly smaller sables."

Geralt frowned, if he remembered correctly, the Eagle Banner should be the earl's coat of arms of the Eagle Land.

"Falcon... Is there any record in the intelligence?"

Geralt asked the scout, who shook his head.

"Most of our investigations on the grasslands are aimed at the deployment of its troops, and we have not pursued more personnel information."

Geralt nodded and asked out the door.

"Is Heifman here yet?"

As soon as Geralt finished speaking, a gasping reply came from outside the door.

"I'm here, my lord."

Heifman ran into the council room from the door, first greeted Geralt, and then said.

"I have heard about the flag of the falcon. If I remember correctly, the one in charge of commanding the army this time should be Jula Bull, the falcon on the steppe."

"Is he famous?"

Geralt sat on his treasure seat and asked Heifman.

Heifman just handed over the patrol mission just now, and when he heard the lord summoned, he ran to the council room non-stop, calmed down his breath, and replied respectfully.

"Jura is the supreme military commander of the Eagle Territory and only obeys the orders of the Eagle Earl, and his military ability is also known in the entire Prairie Khanate. This time, the Eagle Earl sent him, it seems that he will be the lord. Considered a formidable enemy."

"Hey, from looking at me like this, it seems that the difficulty of this battle has increased again."

Geralt sat on the throne and took a breath. The Earl Eagle sent such a talented commander here.

"But... the eagle's flag... maybe, it can add some blocking to them."

Geralt thought to himself, then asked the scout.

"Is the one in the dungeon okay?"

The scout cupped his hands and replied.

"According to the instructions of the adults, I have been serving him with good wine and good meat for several months. Now that nobleman is more majestic than when he first came, and he is bragging about his bloodline all day long."

"LOL, really..."

Geralt sat on the treasure seat and laughed a few times, then ordered.

"Send this young nephew of the Earl of the Eagle to our saker."

The scout's thoughts flowed, he understood what the lord meant, and he led the order out of the council hall.

After the scouts left the chamber, Geralt spoke to Heifman.

"Go and inform the three commanders about Jura and recall all the townspeople to White Wolf Town."

"Now I order that White Wolf Town will enter a state of war in an all-round way, everyone, be vigilant!"

Heifman, half kneeling on the ground, took orders.

"clear!"

Heifman left the council room and quickly conveyed the news to the three of Conn. As soon as the three of Conn discussed it, they informed all the militiamen that the Prairie Army was about to attack Bailang Town.

On the playground, except for those still stationed on the city wall at the moment, all the militiamen have lined up and stood up, looking at Brian on the stage, listening to the news of the grassland army in the commander's mouth, all the militiamen clenched their hands. Spear eager to try.

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In the past month, the daily high-intensity training did not tire them out, but instead made all the militiamen share the same hatred.

On the high platform, Brian said slowly.

"Now that you know the enemy will soon arrive at White Wolf Town, what should we do!"

The militiamen below raised their spears one after another, UU reading www.uukanshu.com roared.

"Let them come and go!"

"Let them come and go!"

Brian was wearing the armor customized for him by Geralt. The style was somewhat similar to the bright light armor that the system rewarded Geralt, but Conn's voice was imitated by the blacksmiths and tailors using Geralt's bright light armor. The production process is cumbersome and complicated, so it took so long to make one piece, but Brian, who is wearing a bright light armor, can be said to be majestic now, giving the militia below great confidence.

Suppressing the enthusiasm of the militiamen, Brian said.

"Very well, remember what you are fighting for, we must let those jackals who come to disturb our stable life come and go!"

"All squad leaders obey orders and bring back all class members. Except for the rotation of the city wall, they have rested well in the past few days, recharged their batteries, and listened to orders!"

Offstage, the militia squad leaders took orders one after another and brought back their respective class members.

Watching the orderly disbanding of the militia, Brian sighed in an empty corner.

"I hope that after you really see the cruelty of the war, you can hold on."

After the lecture was completed, Brian found Rigas wearing his own armor of bright light. Looking at the armor of bright light on Brian's body, Rigas smacked his brother's chest with jealousy.

"Mother's, such a handsome armor, I want it too."

Seeing Rigas' blushing look, Brian sighed.

"I would rather wear the plate armor that the adults gave you. It's like a tin can. With my talent, I can defend a section of the city wall by myself. Unfortunately, I'm not as strong as you, so I can't move for long. "

Hearing Brian's words, Rigas smiled, thinking about the horse armor on his warhorse, and looking forward to the day when the prairie army saw them.