Deposed Crown Prince: After three years of service on the frontier, the entire court knelt and begge

As Zion Capo spoke, he looked over at the nobles and ministers present.

The nobles and ministers all nodded in agreement.

Vito nodded obsequiously, then said to Zion Capo, "Your Majesty, I understand..."

Sion Capo then said to Vito, "Vito, go and prepare the backup for Atie... and the army's supplies... You can do that, can't you...?"

Vito nodded repeatedly with a hint of obsequiousness, then a broad smile, and said, "I can do it... Your Majesty, I am certain I can do it..."

After Zion Cabo's command was sent out as if it had sprouted wings, the entire British Empire held its breath in anticipation.

They wanted to see how this farce would end...

The news reached not only the people of the British Empire, but also Frostwolf Keep and Seacliff Territory.

On the watchtower of Frostwolf Castle, the biting wind whipped at Duke Horton Wolfgang's fur cloak, causing it to flutter wildly.

His rough hands pressed against the cold stone railing, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his eerie green eyes were fixed on the south, the direction from which A Tie's army had come.

Behind him, General Eric, a close confidant of Horton Wolfgang, held a newly delivered scout report.

The voice, carried on the wind, carried a deliberately lowered solemnity: "Your Grace, that puppet Sion Carton has indeed sent Atie with his troops, two thousand men, and they've brought their Illuminati's latest cannons, claiming they're the newest equipment in the Alliance City. They say it's far superior to the equipment of that Targaryen Boudica from before."

Horton Wolfgang whirled around and slammed his hand on the wooden table in the watchtower, the force so great that the brass telescope on the table bounced.

Two thousand men? Artillery?

He chuckled, the crisscrossing scars on his face appearing even more grotesque with his mocking expression:

“Eric, you’ve been with me for twenty years. When have you ever seen the wolves of the North afraid of some weakling with fancy gadgets? In the past three hundred years, even if the enemy we’ve encountered was three times larger than this army, weren’t their heads smashed by our ancestors with spiked clubs and frozen into ice sculptures on the snowfield?”

Eric bowed his head and replied, "Your subordinate is naturally aware of the Duke's prowess, but that Atie... the news from the capital says he can crush a person's throat with one hand; his strength is strangely immense. And those various new weapons from the Illuminati have a longer range and a faster rate of fire than our longbows..."

"Stronger? Longer range? They, the Targaryen Boudica, boasted about using the most advanced weapons before. Didn't they try to persuade us to surrender... and we ignored them? Look what they did! Don't worry... no matter how powerful those weapons are, what can they do?"

"If they're really that powerful, they'll attack us! Don't you think so..."

The group nodded in agreement and dared not say anything more.

Horton Wolfgang abruptly interrupted him, snatched the report from Eric's hand, crumpled it up without even looking at it, and threw it into the snow!

"Are they made of iron and not afraid of the cold? Every one of our private soldiers is a tough nut to crack, having run naked in the snow and soaked in icy water. When they come, I'll show them how the northern winds freeze those iron pipes and how our axes smash those iron lumps' heads!"

As they were talking, another scout stumbled up the watchtower, the snow clinging to his boots melting into black water on the steps.

"Your Grace... Your Grace! Atie's army has already set off from Blackrock Mountain and isn't far from Frostwolf Keep! They're moving extremely fast. According to the scouts, the iron crates being pulled by the wagons look very heavy, and there are also several cannons covered in canvas; they don't look like easy targets..."

Houghton Wolfgang narrowed his eyes, gazing towards the British Empire...

He suddenly laughed, patted the scout on the shoulder with such force that the scout staggered and almost fell: "What's the panic? You're here just in time! Go, pass down the order, have all the vassals bring their private armies to the front square! I want them to see that the wolves of Frostwolf Keep are not to be messed with by just any Tom, Dick, or Harry!"

Half an hour later, in the square in front of Frostwolf Keep, the snow was trampled into a mess by more than three thousand pairs of leather boots, and the mud was mixed with dry grass and horse manure. The private soldiers were lined up in crooked square formations, most of them wearing heavy fur armor and holding rusty longswords, axes, or sharpened spears.

A small number of elite soldiers carried longbows unique to the North, the bows made of ice oak with immense draw strength, capable of piercing ordinary leather armor.

Horton Wolfgang stood on the high platform, waving a tattered wolf flag in his hand. The wolf's head on the flag had long since faded, but it still exuded a fierce aura.

If Xiao Ce were to see this scene, he would absolutely burst out laughing...

He really didn't expect that there would be such a group of people in the industrially advanced West.

There's a reason why these individuals are so confident...

The main reason is that the weather here is too cold, and ordinary firearms are really not as effective as their cold weapons.

Most of them were frozen solid, affecting their performance...

His voice boomed across the square like thunder: "Brothers! That puppet in the capital, held in the hands of the Easterners, sent some iron lump to teach us a lesson! Does he think he can make us bow down with some iron pipes and muskets?"

"cannot!"

The private soldiers below shouted in unison, the sound so loud that the snow on the tower above them fell in a flurry!

"We are wolves of the North! We only recognize blood and fangs!"

"it is good!"

Horton hurled the wolf flag to the ground and stomped on it hard!

"When that guy Atie arrives, I'll personally lead you in a charge! Smash those iron pipes, break those muskets, twist that iron lump's head off, and hang it on the gates of Frostwolf Keep! Let all of Britain know that the land of the North can only be irrigated with wolf's blood, and cannot be defiled by cowardly Easterners!"

A deafening roar erupted in the square as the private soldiers raised their weapons and howled at the sky, like a pack of hungry wolves about to pounce on their prey.

Horton watched this scene with a satisfied smile on his face!

He firmly believed that as long as his warriors charged forward, those "softies" from the Alliance City would be utterly helpless.

As for that Iron Man Ah Tie... he's nothing but a pretty but useless decoration.

...

In contrast to Frostwolf Keep, Eaglebeak Keep in Seacliff Territory presented a completely different scene.

Marquis Moros sat in a soft chair in his study, holding a glass of warm red wine in his hand, his fingertips lightly tapping the glass, making a crisp sound.

Outside the window, the salty sea breeze pounded against the rocks on the cliff, whipping up white waves!

His illegitimate son, young Moros, stood to the side, holding a piece of intelligence he had just obtained from a scout, a frivolous smile on his face: "Father, does that Atie really dare to come? I heard that after he finished attacking Frostwolf Fortress, he's going to come to our Seacliff Territory? Do you think he's crazy?"

"Besides, can he even defeat Frostwolf Castle? Isn't that wishful thinking? That north isn't a place for ordinary people..."

Moros took a sip of red wine, his gaze falling on the nautical chart hanging on the wall. His finger traced the waters near Seacliff Territory, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Mad? He's not mad, he's stupid. That puppet, Sion Capor, thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he has an Iron Man backing him up? He's forgotten that Seacliff Territory isn't the capital, much less a place like Frostwolf Keep that relies solely on brute force."

He put down his glass, walked to the window, and pointed to the lighthouse standing atop the cliff in the distance.

The tower is built of white stones, which stands out against the gray sky.

"Look, this is a rocky beach with many reefs. Even our old sailors in the Sea Cliff Territory have to rely on lighthouses to guide them when sailing at night, otherwise they will be smashed to pieces if they are not careful."

"That A-Tie's army is all landlubbers; do you think they can fly over?"

Little Moros leaned closer and pointed to the port location on the nautical chart: "Father, our port defenses are ready. Those concrete bunkers you had poured, can they stop the cannons? And those crossbowmen hiding in the shadows, as soon as they get close, we can shoot them into sieves."