Letter to Blackwater City
As night fell, it was dinnertime in the camp. Alex sat quietly in his tent, a pen in his hand, gazing thoughtfully at the map before him.
After a moment, he put down his pen and sighed softly.
He has just issued an important order to the intelligence system of the Duchy Army: they must, while ensuring their own safety, make contact with the independent nobles of the Duchy who are imprisoned or under close surveillance as quickly as possible.
These nobles are likely guarded by Silver Maple Secret Guard, and breaking through the enemy's defenses to successfully approach these targets will not be easy; it will undoubtedly be fraught with danger.
But Alex knew that time was of the essence. Having accepted the order and with the decisive battle looming ahead, he had to give it his all, no matter how difficult the road ahead.
Alex felt a little tired, so he leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes to rest, and fell asleep.
After an unknown amount of time, Alex suddenly opened his eyes. He took out a pocket watch from his pocket, glanced at the time on it, and realized that several hours had passed.
He muttered to himself, "The order should have reached the Duchy Main Camp by now. I wonder if they've already begun their operation. I hope everything goes smoothly!"
Just then, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open with a "bang," startling Alex.
He looked up and saw Viscount Hawke striding in, carrying a box.
Viscount Hawke carefully placed the box on the table in front of Alex looked down and saw that it contained some food.
Viscount Hawke looked at the exhausted Alex and asked with concern, "When I came to see you, your guards told me you hadn't had dinner yet, so I went and got you something to eat!"
Young Master Alex, you must take care of your health! You can't skip dinner!
Alex a warmth in his heart and said to Hawk, "Thank you, Hawk!"
"But you didn't even speak up for me at the meeting, and now you're only coming to me? That's really not very nice of you!"
Viscount Hawke said with a look of shame, "I'm so sorry I couldn't support you at the conference!"
But Count Colt had already made up his mind, and everyone supported him; I couldn't voice my objections!
Seeing Hawk's ashamed expression, Alex knew that Hawk was powerless to change the situation and couldn't be the one to stick his neck out.
He sighed, "Forget it, I'm his son, and even I can't persuade him. It wouldn't make a difference if I brought you along!"
"The current situation is what worries me a lot. Our morale is too high. We've already gained such a big advantage, why are we taking risks?"
Hawk listened to Alex's words with some hesitation, and finally said, "Actually, this is not only Lord Count Colt's idea, but the other legion Legion Commander also support this decision."
Everyone knows you're right, it's just that doing this doesn't align with their interests!
After saying that, Hawk stood up, walked to the door, looked outside to make sure no one was there, and then went back inside to continue speaking.
"You and I are actually in a better position; we've already made significant contributions in the Vanguard Army battles."
To put it bluntly, even if I achieve nothing more afterward, Lord Count Colt will still bestow upon me considerable rewards after the war!
As the heir to the Iron Birch Territory and the future Duke, you have nothing to worry about!
But the nobles are different, especially Viscount Edmund and Viscount Philip. They have only worked hard but have not made any contributions in this war so far.
Judging from this, the merits achieved were limited, and they would certainly not be favored in terms of post-war rewards.
Faced with this situation, they certainly can't do nothing!
If you're really worried, why not write to Blackwater City while there's still time and see if Viscount Victor has any good ideas!