Kalis frowned deeply: "Can you say it more specifically?"

Bishop Somsen was not a fool of himself. He used a fork to order the piece of smoked marinated chicken that had been put into his plate: "A very hungry man gives him two choices. First, a piece of black bread five meters away, dry and hard. Second, a feast five kilometers away, just like what you and I are enjoying. What choice do you think he will make?"

"The first type." Kalis answered without hesitation.

"The answer is correct." Bishop Somsen lowered his head and cut the chicken nuggets, put them into his mouth, and chewed them hard: "Anyone who is a little rational will choose the former. Because if you choose the latter, it is very likely that you will starve to death before you run to the banquet table. The same is true for No. 6. They understand this kind of thing more deeply, and more importantly, they do not have wisdom and choose the goal entirely out of instinct."

Kalis felt a new, full of horror, but the door to novel knowledge was flowing: "Whoever gets closer to them will attack whom?"

"You are a smart guy. I like dealing with you." Bishop Somsen grinned and smiled with food in his mouth: "Don't you eat anything? This chicken tastes good and is very good."

"Thank you..." The Duke smiled reluctantly. He was actually very hungry, but when he saw the black and red skin of the smoked and marinated chicken, he subconsciously recalled the scene of No. 6 swallowing the northern giant, and he couldn't eat it anyway.

After pausing, the Duke asked, "Oh, can you ensure safety by staying away from No. 6?"

Bishop Somsen put down his knife and fork, picked up the napkin and wiped off the grease that was stained on his hands: "They won't run, but we will, that's enough."

The plan of the battlefield directly in front of the Dragon Lock Pass suddenly appeared in Kalis' mind. He was a smart commander, and his array was arranged far away from the wall of the gate, which was to avoid the shooting of bows and arrows and heavy crossbows causing personnel damage. When he first met today, the two No.6 had been moving slowly towards the Dragon Lock Pass. They were very close to the northern giants who had left the gate. Now these monsters that were devouring and breeding a huge group were closer to the Dragon Lock Pass.

"I have another question." The Duke asked seriously: "About No. 6... do they have weaknesses?"

Bishop Somsen's hand that reached out to the goblet froze. He turned around and looked at the Duke with his scrutiny eyes: "Why do you remember to ask this?"

Kalis keenly noticed the bishop's changes, and a relaxed and comfortable smile quickly floated on his face: "I just asked casually, just in case. If... I'm talking about it, if No. 6 loses control, we must know how to deal with them."

Bishop Somsen smiled: "No. 6 has no weaknesses on the battlefield, they were created to deal with the northern giants."

Kalis thought it was incredible: "Will they die?"

"Yes, of course," Bishop Somsen replied quickly: "So we will definitely be able to capture the Dragon Lock Pass this time. The next task is to strengthen the pass and occupy it permanently. The northern giants did not master the relevant technologies for gunpowder development. They did not have artillery and would never be able to use artillery tactics to deal with us."

Kalis gradually understood the Holy See's intention: "No. 6 is like a plague, and they only deal with the northern giants?"

Bishop Somsen nodded for granted: "As long as they are given enough time, Six will help us complete the task of killing the northern giants. Trust me, they will do a great job, and you will never find a better performer than them."

Kalis raised his hand and stroked his chin: "After this, are there roaming No. 6 on the northern land?"

"My friend, you're thinking too much." The bishop picked up the wine glass and said lightly: "Although No. 6 is powerful, it is a creature after all. They have stable life time like us and have a very short lifespan."

"How long can they live?" Kalis felt more and more curious.

"No more than ten years." The bishop was very confident about this.

...

The dinner for the two lasted for a long time until late at night.

Duke Calis, who learned the exact information about No. 6 from Bishop Somsen, left the tent and returned to his camp.

The quadrilateral tent made of cowhide is very strong, with a fine cotton cloth inside, filled with thick cotton in the middle. It was imitated as a cotton jacket, and cotton was sewn into square pieces in the middle of the cotton cloth. Only in this way can it block the coldness of the bone marrow in winter nights.

This is the treatment only the commander of the commander-in-chief. The tents of ordinary soldiers are very thin. Although they are made of two layers of animal leather and fabric, the quality is far inferior to the tents that the duke rests. However, in general, the Kingdom Alliance did a pretty good job in logistics supply, and the front-line troops had at least sufficient fuel and food.

It was already late at night and the cold became more and more intense. Although he had considered the problem of wet ground when camping, and had made soil filling and tamped with lime in advance, Duke Kalis still felt a little cold.

It is not a war time, so there is no need to wear armor. He walked to the charcoal basin, wrapped his robe tightly, and took helplessly at the half-open tent curtain.

The duke suddenly missed the beautiful metal charcoal stove in the distant home. The maid would clean it and wipe it spotlessly. This stove has a large capacity and can be filled with a large amount of coal at one time. The top of the stove is a long ventilator connected to the chimney located on the roof. Every winter, Calis' favorite thing is to let the servant heat the stove installed in the bedroom in advance, take a shower quickly, and lie on the soft bed to sleep peacefully.

This kind of thing is just a useless luxury now. Although Shenwei Fortress has stored a large amount of supplies, it is impossible to provide the expensive metal charcoal furnace to the front line. It is good to have a charcoal basin to keep heating, and its disadvantages and advantages are also obvious. The white people in the south discovered that coal burning would produce a lot of poison gas. Especially on winter nights, if the doors and windows of the house are closed and the charcoal basin is lit for heating, the next morning the neighbors will find that all the family living next door died in dreams.

Kalis subconsciously reached into the pocket on the inner side of the jacket, took out the flat wine pot, unscrewed the lid and took a sip. The familiar hot feeling rose up along his throat again. He stared at the red-hot charcoal fire, his numb tongue spasmed slightly, and then a sweet feeling like a spring water spread across the tip of his tongue, and his body quickly became hot and not so cold.

The Duke sighed, and could not help but think of the soldiers who were curled up in a thin tent to endure the cold.

The Kingdom coalition rarely sends troops in winter. Not to mention a war against the northern giants, even if wars are caused by disputes between major kingdoms due to disputes of interest, most of them choose other seasons rather than winter.

This time the troops were sent because of the Holy See's request. If the Pope had not promised the kings in a secret letter that he was willing to give up the tithes for next year, the countries whose strength was damaged in the last war would not have responded at all. The beasts knew that if they were injured, they had to escape back to their nests and lick their wounds, let alone humans?

Unlike previous troops, the Duke is now full of expectations for victory and has strong confidence all over his body. He has seen the powerful power of No. 6 with his own eyes. Of course, there must be fear of strange species, but his hatred for the northern giant has long exceeded this negative emotion.

The adjutant walked in from outside, carrying a basket of dark coal in his left hand and a marching pot with a lock and a lid on the surface in his right hand. He put down the things in his hand, first added some coal to the charcoal basin, and then opened the lid on the marching pot. Carlis saw a large cowhide pocket inside, flat and curved at both ends, like a waist bean that had been enlarged many times.

This thing is very common in the Rhine Kingdom, especially farmers in the countryside. Because it is easy to carry and does not leak, they often use this thing to fill wine.

"What is this?" the Duke asked, pointing to the leather bag in the pot.

"Corn whiskey." The adjutant replied with a smile: "The second batch of baggage troops have just arrived, and they have brought more military supplies and various supplies."

Kalis frowned slightly: "This batch of supplies also includes spirits? I remember that there seems to be no such on the list of supplies before sending troops."

"It was arranged by His Majesty the Pope, and I just learned about this from the commander of the baggage team." The smile on the adjutant's face became stronger and stronger: "My Majesty has specially recruited a large amount of spirits from all over the country in advance, which is the first batch, and each soldier can get two portions. There is a second batch next week, and it is still the same quantity and share."

The expression on the Duke's face eased slightly, and he nodded for being inconspicuous: "I'll do it myself here! You're tired too, rest early."

The adjutant stepped back as he said, and the tent became quiet again.

Kalis picked up the cowhide pockets that contained the wine and smelled a strong and pungent smell. This wine tasted very poorly and was like water when you drank it into your mouth. The smell of alcohol and sourness is disgusting. The only benefit is that it is low price and the production of private workshops is very large, making it easy to purchase.

The Duke is not a person who wants to enjoy himself. He requires the same personal treatment as soldiers. Of course, this refers to a period of specialized warfare, not a period of peace.

He took a sip.

The taste is not good, but the quality is also sloppy. Compared to the large-scale sales of black-hearted merchants to blacks in the southern polar regions, the inferior whiskey mixed with sugar and water is already considered a conscientious product. Black people also like wine because they can quickly heat up their bodies. Now, soldiers outside are no exception. Just add a few biscuits and a few black bread with fat meat, which is a rare feast in their eyes.

Reminding the word "feast", Calis couldn't help but recall Bishop Somson's luxurious tent and the mouth-watering food placed on his dining table.

"Why choose to send troops in winter?"

Looking at the burning coals in the charcoal basin, the duke whispered to himself. But no one listened, and he could only find the answer in his mind.

The benefits of sending troops in other seasons are obvious. The most direct thing is to reduce the amount of logistics transportation materials and reduce the resulting difficulties and difficulties. Not to mention anything else, just equip the army with winter clothes can save a lot of money.

The Duke's eyes moved and fell on the cowhide bag containing whiskey—yes, there was also wine. If it were changed to other seasons, although the supply list would also appear on the supply list, the quantity was definitely not as large as it is now, and it was even less likely that each soldier would give double the quota.

This is just a week's ration.

Why?

The Pope may not be a stingy person. But on the level of interests, putting aside religious beliefs, the Pope's status is equivalent to a king, and he must consider it for the direct administration of the Holy See. Most of the bishops are very greedy, especially the middle-level clergy who are assigned to various places. Their greed for money often exceeds their faith. Not to mention adding extra rations to the frontline soldiers, even weapons and equipment can be saved. After all, all the deducted money is money, which can be put into a private pocket and jingle gold pound.

"Abnormal" and "Normal" are twins and enemies standing on both sides of the abyss.1

If you want to tell me that there is something abnormal about this dispatch...Calis thinks it can only be those two "number 6".

Could it be that the Holy See chose to send troops to attack Loong Pass in winter?

The Duke concentrating and meditated. He remembered that the temperature of the room No. 6 was significantly lower than that outside when he entered the Gabriel underground laboratory last time.

Does this mean they prefer cold and cold environments?

If it is summer, will high temperatures and heat have a certain impact on them?

No matter how much I think about it, Calis has no evidence.

But one thing is certain - Bishop Somsen is lying, and he didn't tell the truth to me. The Holy See spent such a great price to develop No. 6. Putting aside the power of this weird weapon, the control over the weapon itself cannot be ignored, and it ranks first in all the problems that must be solved.

Loss of control means disaster. If the enemy and we are not distinguished, everyone should be regarded as the target. If the Sixth person, as Bishop Somsen said, was a low-intellectual life form without independent thinking ability, it would be impossible for the Holy See to use it for war, and it would be sent to the battlefield openly in front of all the generals and nobles of the five kingdoms.

What kind of weakness does No. 6 have?

During the long night, Kalis kept thinking.

...

Lock Dragon Pass, inside the pass.

A huge panic spread in the crowd.

"The white men sent two monsters. It was so terrible. They ate people... No, it's not just ate people, but anyone they have been exposed to will become monsters. I tell you, I was standing on the tower at that time and could see clearly. The two monsters killed all our warriors and didn't even miss a single horse."

"They are monsters, devils! They have changed from two to many, thousands. All parts of their bodies are open, and there are countless teeth in their mouths. Can you imagine it? Teeth like a knife!"
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