Balton was silent for a long time, finally nodded lightly and said, "We can only do this."
At the same time.
The army led by Torismund had already entered the central district of what would later become France. Everything in this battle was under his control, even more smoothly than he had expected. Because, in his estimation, if the Britain Kingdom wanted to capture the Italian peninsula, it would have to mobilize its elite main forces, meaning the Frank area would be guarded by at most ten thousand troops.
And even then they would have to use Frank's surrendered soldiers, whose morale would definitely be low.
"Your Majesty."
"Lord Holding has already defeated the enemies at the lower reaches of the Seine River."
Under the flying flag, a cavalryman rushed over excitedly, gasping for breath, "The enemy has retreated to the towns near Champagne."
Torismund was overjoyed at the news.
