Like the Eastern Route Army, the Western Route Army is also divided into two parts: the vanguard force and the main force.

Willy, the commander-in-chief of the Western Route Army, handed over the vanguard troops to Allen to command.

Compared with the Eastern Route Army, the Western Route Army had more smooth wars.

So far, the Western Route Army has never encountered any battle that can be called a battle, and has never even encountered a city that dares to fight to the end.

Wherever the Western Army passed, all the cities descended in the wind.

Because the war was so smooth, many knights of the Western Route Army jokingly said that the Western Route Army did not seem to be here to fight, but to march in armed ways.

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...

The Holy Hillan Empire, northwest, the Western Route Army of the Joint Corps, and the vanguard troops camp.

It's late at night now.

The camp of the Western Route Army's vanguard troops had already extinguished all unnecessary lights.

Although it was getting late, Allen was still looking at the map in his tent.

In this battle, with Willy's authorization and Su Cheng's acquiescence, Allen shouldered the important task of leading the vanguard troops to open the way for the main force of the Western Route Army.

Because he needs to lead the vanguard troops to open the way for the main troops, he must look at the map more frequently than anyone else.

If he, as the head coach of the vanguard army, took the wrong path, it would become a joke that could be circulated throughout the mainland for many years.

Perhaps because of sitting for a long time, Alan gradually felt his waist and neck were sore.

Alan rubbed his sore neck while helplessly saying in his heart:

——As old, my body really started to lose weight. After sitting for so long, my neck and waist began to feel sore.

——This year marks the 293rd year of the Imperial Calendar of the Britannia Empire.

——If converted into the Frank Empire’s calendar, it should be the 311th year of the Frank Empire’s Imperial Calendar.

——This year is already 311 years old in the Frank Empire’s Imperial Calendar…I am 47 years old this year…

——It was already 4 years ago when we came to the Britannian Empire...

——I don’t know how Nifa and Adam are doing…

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...

"Hmm? Coach, are you going out?"

The guards responsible for guarding outside the tent asked Alan.

"Well, yes." Allen smiled at the guard, "I've been sitting for too long, my waist and neck are a little uncomfortable, so I plan to go outside for a walk."

"That's the case, does the coach need us to follow?"

"No, no need." Allen waved his hand, "Just keep standing guard here, I'll be back soon."

"Yes!" The guard saluted Ellen from the Britannian Empire, "Then - coach, please go slowly!"

"Yeah. I'll go back."

As the commander of the vanguard army, Allen naturally has such a small privilege as free entry and exiting the military camp.

Alan walked out of the camp while wrapping his cloak to protect the cold.

He picked a small high slope outside the camp.

Tonight is a sunny day, and it is also a full moon night.

Alan climbed the high slope and looked up at the full moon above his head.

It was quiet around the high slope, with some dark and quiet shadows on the ground

Looking at the full moon above his head, Alan couldn't help but miss his wife and children far away in the Frank Empire.

——Nifa and Adam don’t know what’s going on now…

——Would you like to have a good meal and a good rest?

Just as Allen looked up at the full moon above his head and missed his wife and children far away in his hometown, a strange voice suddenly sounded beside him:

"Yo, long time no see. General Alan, no, it's time to call you the Knight Alan."

As soon as the male voice fell, Allen's pupils immediately shrank in surprise.

This suddenly sounded male voice was a local accent that he hadn't heard again in a long time - Frankish.

Alan turned around in the sound.

At the end of the sight was a man wearing a brown cloak.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, ordinary appearance, neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short.

After seeing the person's appearance clearly, Allen couldn't help but open his mouth wide due to shock.

"Ee, Eber?"

"I haven't seen each other for a long time, Allen."

Eber gave Alan a standard Frankish imperial military salute.

"Eber!" Allen changed into Frankish and asked Eber, "How come you are here?!"

Ebel did not answer Allen's question immediately, but said in a sarcastic tone with a weird smile:

"It's true that I've been in the Britannian Empire for too long? Alan, your Frankish language has deteriorated a lot, and you've all started to have a strange accent."

Allen ignored Ebel's words just now, but asked Ebel again with a calm face:

"Eber, why are you here?"

"Don't be so cold, Alan." Ebel shrugged, with a frivolous face, "Why do you look like you don't welcome me?"

"... The strongest spy in the Frank Empire, who is absolutely loyal to the emperor, suddenly came to the door. Whether it is a friend or an enemy, they will feel scared, right?"

"Is the strongest spy... Hahaha, my age is getting higher and I may no longer be able to bear the title of 'strongest' in a few more years."

"Okay, let's stop talking, just talk about the serious business."

"Allen, I'm here to find you all the way, in fact, to tell you good news and bad news, and to give you another good thing."

"What?" Allen wondered.

"I'll give you this good thing first, you will definitely like this good thing."

After saying that, Ebel approached Alan and reached into his cloak to hold something.

By the time Ebert stretched out his hand from the cloak, a roll of paper had already appeared on his hand.

It's a picture.

"Allen, this is a portrait of your wife, Nifa Lanner and your son, Adam Jones, not long ago."

As soon as Ebel finished speaking, Allen immediately widened his eyes in surprise, and then snatched the portrait in Ebel's hand.

In the portrait, there are busts of two people.

The two people in the painting have a face that makes Alan feel familiar and unfamiliar.

This is the face of a wife and children who have been away from each other for 4 years.

The painter who painted this portrait has excellent skills and drew the faces of his wife and children to life.

Compared with 4 years ago, his wife Nifa almost has no change, but there are some wrinkles on the corners of her eyes and mouth.

The changes in his son Adam have become great. Not only has he become taller, but his facial features also look more mature and more masculine.

This picture is indeed a good thing for Allen.

Looking at the faces of the two in the portrait, Allen's eyes couldn't help but become moister.

"Is this good thing?" Eber smiled.

"Then—" the smile on Eber's face slowly disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The expression gradually became cold and terrifying.

"Let's talk about the good news and bad news that should be told carefully to you."

"Let's start with the bad news."
Chapter completed!