As kings, Patrick's orders still had a strong deterrent effect on the little nobles. According to convention, during the King's Army's conquest, manors and castles along the way had to provide a certain amount of supplies to reduce the logistics pressure of the army. However, this method, which had been passed down thousands of years ago, was hit in front of a group of slaves. They were like a group of wild dogs rampant in fertile territory, fighting wildly for everything that originally belonged to the king.

Flanderkenson City is the most important stronghold on the offensive route. There are tall and solid city walls, with more than 6,000 soldiers. In addition, the city is divided into private troops of nobles of all sizes, with a total force of more than 20,000. If civilians are recruited in an emergency, the number of defenders can be equal to the anti-rebellion army, or even more.

However, Flanderkenson City was captured. All the food and various materials accumulated in the city were plundered. In this city burned into ruins, Patrick did not find a living person, but only saw the rotten corpses piled up in mountains. Tong Yanfeng did the work of clearing the wilderness in a very good way. He did not even leave a baby for Patrick. All those who resisted and refused to leave were killed. Of course, if the King's Army was too hungry, he could use the corpses whose decay was no different from the paste as food.

That night, Patrick summoned all the nobles and generals who accompanied the army in the tent.

The seriousness of the problem is right in front of you.

Flanderkenson City can no longer provide supplies, and even its function as a fortress has been completely lost. It has no strategic value here and must leave tomorrow morning at the latest.

On the issue of whether to continue to go to Maca City or go against each other, the general and the nobles had a fierce dispute.

"I object to continuing to move south. We are no longer able to go to Maca City to fight the rebels. I suggest returning to the capital immediately and making plans again."

"We left for two months before we got here and left like this? I really don't understand what you were thinking about in your mind? They were just a group of slaves, a group of slaves. We must kill them all, otherwise the impact of the riot will spread to the whole country soon. Time is precious, and we can't waste even a minute or a second. Do you know what those slaves said? They shouted to cut off His Majesty the King's head, and claimed that only the Red Dragon Earl was the only leader. If this continues, all the noble territories will cause riots. By that time, things will be really out of control."

"I am not a coward, but please tell me how to fight in this situation? We cannot obtain supplies from the surrounding areas, and the city of Flanderkenson has become a ruin. Now, the only source of supply is the main march route with the king. Of course, I will obey His Majesty the King's will, but I must also remind you: the 300,000 army will consume a lot of supplies every day. The military rations we have accumulated are only enough for six days. If the king's supply line is broken or attacked by the rebels, then everything is over."

Such noises lasted for several hours. The focus of the fight between the generals and the nobles was on whether to go south to attack Maca City. As soldiers, the generals' opinions were of course correct. If the supply line was cut off and no supplies could be obtained for more than two weeks, the entire army would not be occupied and self-disciplined. On the contrary, the nobles were not unreasonable. Their opinions were also of great importance - the riots in Maca City had affected an increasingly wide range. There were already many manors and castles across the country where slaves killed their masters. There were hundreds of riots, some of which were only hundreds, and some of which reached nearly 10,000. If you want to curb this from the source and completely change this situation, you must launch a full-scale attack on Maca City, which is occupied by the riots. Otherwise, if you let it develop, the entire kingdom will completely collapse.

King Patrick's face turned pale. He sat upright on the throne without saying a word, silently staring at both sides of the fierce quarrel, and his thinking almost stopped.

He knew how to deal with government affairs. For example, if the treasury is empty, then tax will be imposed. For example, if the servant is disobedient, then cut off the guy's head. Patrick is also very good at dealing with women, and he has an affair with the families of many nobles under his command, but he himself has no idea.

Patrick has never encountered such a slave riot. Even his father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and great-great-grandfather have never had a similar experience. Shouldn't those guys with low status be honest and obedient? He gave rewards to those who did well and liberated slaves who worked well into civilians. Patrick did not do much such things. In his ten years of administration, there have been five or six very outstanding slaves who have won this honor. They are the examples among slaves, and Patrick even awarded them the "Slave Star" medal as an eternal honor. As long as these people are these, the rest of the slaves will always feel hopeful. They will work harder, but they don't know that this is completely in line with the requirements of the king and the nobles. They laugh behind their own stupidity and ignorance, and are fools who are sold and help their masters count money.

The slave became smarter. The root of all this was the damn Red Dragon Baron. Oh no, he should be the Red Dragon Earl now.

Of course Patrick has read the document that demands promotion and recognition of identity. The king would not agree to such a ridiculous request at all. But now it seems that if it had agreed at that time, it might not have been a good way to deal with it.

Keep moving forward? Or turn to withdraw?

The two problems were not solved. It was not until the dawn was dawn and a messenger covered in mud ran into the tent in panic, and the two sides quickly unify their opinions.

The messenger brought extremely terrible news, and Patrick's most worried news: the supply convoy from the royal capital was attacked by the rebel army more than 130 kilometers north. Thousands of soldiers responsible for escorting the convoy were killed and all the supplies were burned out. At present, the royal capital is urgently dispatching a guard to escort another batch of supplies on the road. The Finance Minister who stayed in the royal capital asked the King's Army to send heavy troops to protect it along the way. Otherwise, the batch of newly sent supplies might also be in danger of being attacked.

No one expected that things would turn out like this. But the facts were in front of us. If we didn't retreat, we would probably never go back.

The nobles shouted and cursed, believing that the Rebellion Army was a group of cowards and did not dare to fight head-on with the King's Army. They would only stab the knife in the back with such despicable and shameless tricks.

Several generals reacted calmly. They thought this was a brand new tactic with extremely wide use space and value. But the current situation of the King's Army did not allow for similar tactics to be copied at all. Moreover, the nobles and generals felt unfamiliar with those rebel armies composed entirely of slaves.

When the problem is repeatedly entangled and cannot achieve the final result through disputes, it must be decided by the will of the highest superior. This method is not only common on the earth, but also the same in the world of Rabangka. The nobles who are stubborn and stubborn and demand to continue to march, and the generals who are worried about reality and are eager to return, neither side can take the initiative in the quarrel, and can only turn their attention to Patrick sitting on the throne.

The king only felt that his head was big. His mind was full of noise. The king's tent was narrow, and the crowded crowd consumed a lot of oxygen. The air here was turbid than anywhere else. The saliva was scattered, the hot and dull environment, the body odor from the body of an unknown bastard, and the incense that obviously belonged to a pretentious nobleman, and... and the extremely terrible foot odor, sweat odor, and bad breath mixed with each other. Patrick only felt that he was simply in the mud and stagnant water, and breathing became an extremely luxurious thing, and he was almost suffocated to death.

Neither of the requests were wrong. But Patrick had to look at the problem from a global perspective. He was secretly cursing the bastard who threw all the difficulties and troubles to himself, but he had to look like he had been thinking for a long time and frowning. It took several minutes before he reluctantly raised his right hand, he hesitated and sighed resolutely: "Retreat the troops."

The military camp, which was already unstable, soon became more and more chaotic.

Almost all the nobles cursed the damn king Patrick in private. Several powerful marquis even contacted secretly, preparing to return to the capital to immediately brew a coup to drive the king off the throne. What a joke, slaves are the source of assets for all the nobles. Tolerating the rebel army means that those mobs have a breeding ground for continued strength. If they are not extinguished now, the war in the future will become more difficult and troublesome.

The generals were also a little dissatisfied with Patrick. They believed that the king was too tolerant of the nobles. The current situation was very dangerous, and the subsequent supply was unknown when they would arrive. Flanderkenson City was already in ruins and could not even exert its military value in defense. Since we decided to leave, we had to leave as fast as possible. And now? The entire barracks were in chaos, and the nobles' private troops were delayed and even affected the imperial guards. If this continues, let alone leaving overnight, it would be good to be able to sort out the military order by dawn.

When the night is driven away by the sun and the world is restored to light, the king's army finally completed preparations and walked slowly towards the capital along the way.

After a long journey throughout the day, both humans and livestock became exhausted. The embers of dusk were burning faintly on the horizon, and the sky was obviously surrounded by dark shadows. In the dim light, a team of more than a hundred knights was slowly walking on the path of soil, stones and weeds.

This was a scout sent by the King's Army. Since the departure time was very late for several consecutive days, the army was unable to reach the designated area to camp. Walking at night had become a necessity. Although the nobles and generals had natural contempt for the rebellious slave army, believing that it was just a group of waste armed with sticks, battlefield searches were always indispensable.

When approaching the jungle, the leader of the knight suddenly grabbed the reins tightly and stopped the war horse. He had extremely rich combat experience and realized that there was some indescribable danger hidden from the depths of the forest. Although the eyes could not see it, intuition was often much more important than visual effects.

"Swoosh———"

A sharp arrow hit the knight's chest accurately. He immediately rushed to a chill of extreme fear that penetrated his whole body. In an instant, the power in his body had been completely drained. He instinctively lowered his head and saw the end of the feathered arrow shaft firmly nailed to his chest. Due to the excessive firing force, the arrow shaft shook violently uncontrollably, tearing apart the muscles and crazily devouring the remaining vitality of the knight.

Just as the leader of the knight fell from his horse screaming and falling, a group of fully armed slave soldiers rushed out of the jungle and rushed towards the unexpected cavalry team.

These slaves were equipped with daggers and round shields, and most of the armor was leather armor and chest protection. More than 500 slaves occupied an absolute advantage in number, and the darkness and jungle restricted the cavalry from attacking in such an environment. The two teams quickly collided together, and no one would keep his hands in order to survive.

Knights kept screaming and falling from the horse. Many people opened their eyes angrily until their deaths. These slaves were so cunning that no one expected that the other party would set up an ambush in such a place. The long long cavalry gun could not play any effect in night battles, and the flexible round shield and short sword became the best killing weapon. Regardless of physique, ability, and combat skills, slaves were far from being the opponent of the knights. They were not the elite under Su Hao, but just a group of new troops formed by seekers. However, the facts were right in front of us. The slaves had long been accustomed to pretending to be dead and sick, and used closed breathing methods to make the slave owner mistakenly think that they were dead, and then took the opportunity to escape... Once these methods were used on the battlefield, coupled with the premise of darkness and ambush, even if their individual combat power was not as good as that of the knights, they could defeat their opponents with two-for-one.

The short and fierce battle ended in a few minutes. The slaves stripped off the knight's armor, picked up scattered weapons and horses, and quickly left. As many as hundreds of corpses were thrown on the ground, and the strong smell of blood continued to spread around the night wind.

The news conveyed by the dead was obvious. When the King's Army vanguard walked here and found the remains of the Knights in Death, all kinds of panic rumors spread among the crowd.

This is not the first team of knights to be annihilated. Over the past few days, all scouts released were intercepted and thousands of cavalry were lost. Although the senior officials of the King's Army repeatedly blocked the news and strictly prohibited the spread of the army within the army, there are always people who secretly tell everything they saw.

More and more deserters appeared in the King's Army. These rumors were simply unable to find the source. The generals used the most ruthless means to kill people, but there was no effect.

Patrick ordered a squad to restrain the dead Knights. He was not a cold and ruthless person. When the first scout team was attacked, Patrick personally went to see it and expressed his indignation at the despicable actions of the slave rebel army. However, a few days passed, bad news came almost every moment. More and more people died in battle, but they could not capture even any squad of sneak attackers. Patrick felt that he had become deaf and blind. This kind of war with unequal strength had never happened on the Labonka continent. Even the most experienced generals had no way to guard against it, and they didn't know what to do. The only thing they could do was to send scouts as much as possible, and they expanded the squad with only a dozen people to the scale of hundreds. But the only result of this practice was that more and more people were killed.

As usual, Patrick had dinner with the nobles and generals. There was only bacon and bread on the table, plus a portion of wild vegetable soup collected from the woods. If it were in the royal palace, everyone would probably be concerned about these simple foods. However, now, the big guys had to eat.

The situation of ordinary soldiers is much worse than this. Due to the attack of the supply convoy, the original daily ration has been cut in half. It has not been linked to the second supply convoy, and no one knows when the military ration will be obtained. In this case, the amount can only be reduced.

The atmosphere of dinner was silent. No one spoke. Everyone was bowing their heads and concentrating on the food they had on the plate. Patrick watched coldly. He knew that the nobles and generals would have extra meals when they returned. Eating in front of him was just a gesture of cooking. Even if all the soldiers starved to death, these guys were still eating greasy.

With a lot of complaints and worries, Patrick fell asleep in a depressed state.

Before dawn, the nearby servant hurried into the tent and reported uneasily: Just in the middle of the night, Marquis Sovegan led his 15,000 private troops to leave quietly.

Patrick suddenly sat up from the bed, countless thoughts churned in his mind, and his expression became ferocious and distorted. In the end, he did not issue a command such as chasing, but just sighed and shook his head powerlessly.

He felt that he was losing control of everything.

What if he sent someone to recover the Marquis of Sovegan? The other party would not obey orders, and would sneak away one night. This is the difference between aristocrats and a king. The former only considers his own private interests, while the king must look at the problem from the overall perspective. However, Patrick's ability to control the country is really not very good. The land area where he can collect taxes is less than ten of the area occupied by all the nobles.

With the first person to leave, there is the second, the third, and the fourth…

Five days later, the huge king's army had shrunk by more than half. There were only 120,000 people left with more than 300,000 people. The hundreds of nobles who were originally surrounded by the king were nowhere to be seen. The general and the imperial guards formed the core of the king's army, and the rest were a few jazz who were loyal to the king.
Chapter completed!