"Marquis, don't you still have three hundred thousand troops under your command? Without sufficient soldiers, I..."
"No need to say more, eighty thousand at most, that's it."
Marquis Mark didn't want to send troops, but he couldn't. Out of his three hundred thousand troops, two hundred thousand had already gone to support Hill Canyon, which is Duke Edward Hewlett's area of influence.
By common logic, Marquis Mark shouldn't have dispatched soldiers to Hill Canyon; the Black Soil Plain was almost being overrun, and he still had the leisure to support others?
Marquis Mark was also forced into this. The status of a duke and a marquis was not on the same level; Marquis Mark didn't dare to contradict the duke's orders, especially when it involved many interests and his own handle.
At this moment, a knight in silver armor rushed in on horseback. The knight in silver armor flipped off the horse before it even stopped, landing steadily.
