Bhienburg, the most important city in the interior of Crewe Territory and the town of Balan, has grown rapidly in the last 50 years due to a thriving trading economy.

Before the war began, Byanland was the most prosperous region in the entire Kru Realm.

At that time, in the territory of Byan, starting from the Garmici savannah in the east and continuing to the wetlands in the north, there were farms and pastures everywhere, and the caravans on official roads and small roads never stopped.

But now, because of the invasion of the orcs, the original farmhouse has long been empty, and the endless stream of merchants has disappeared, and in just a few months, the weeds on both sides of the official road have shown signs of spreading to the middle of the road.

Two hundred miles east of Fort Byan, in the western jungle of the Dallas Mountains northwest of Garmich Lake, Crewe's 7th Mixed Regiment was besieged.

This legion has been cut off from the outside world for more than a month!

In the month leading up to the siege, the army, which consisted almost entirely of peasants led by Byan and fishermen from Balan, had evaded the orcs again and again under the leadership of its co-elected commander, General Fred.

Later, after receiving the reorganization of Kavardburg, he smashed the plan of the orcs to try to establish a supply line in the Ben Territory again and again.

Such a feat could be considered legendary, after all, the army had hardly received a single spear from the official support of the Crewe Territory.

In the past two months or two, Fred has grown his troops from a few hundred at the beginning to tens of thousands now, relying only on a small amount of equipment from Mitchell Naval Harbor...

Of course, most of them are non-combatants.

In fact, at the beginning, Fred didn't think about leading these people against the orcs at all, at that time, he just wanted to do his duty to protect the civilians from retreating, but as time went by, his team not only did not weaken due to the encirclement and suppression of the orcs, but became stronger and stronger.

However, this strength is only superficial, because two-thirds of Fred's army are old and weak, women and children, and as this team grows larger, Fred's guerrilla tactics learned during his mercenary days slowly lose their effectiveness, because his troops are becoming less and less mobile.

In the end, Fred had no choice but to establish a shelter in the mountains of Dallas, and because of this, his troops were besieged by the Orc Fifteenth Banner.

...

Relying on the vast mountains of Dallas, Fred's men did not starve to death, but the lack of salt for a long time made the soldiers tired, and the humid weather and messy environment of the jungle made it easy to get sick, and in this environment, a small illness could often kill a person.

Deep in the bushes, in a clearing where the shelter was relatively empty and sunlight could shine through, Fred's headquarters and main army barracks were built here.

At this moment, Fred was boiling the broth in an iron pot set up in the open space outside his command post, and he tried his best to smell the broth, but the rotten smell of the forest in the air around him and the stench of urine and urine everywhere overwhelmed the smell of the broth.

"It was a terrible morning. Fred grumbled quietly, and he rubbed a rough-made wooden bowl next to the iron pot with a blackened, shiny rag, and then served the soup with a small wooden spoon...

The way he served the soup was a strange one, because his left hand was stiff and stiff, a wound he had sustained the first time he had led the populace against the orcs, and at that time, if it hadn't been for a traveling paladin, he might have lost his life from that injury.

"You complain every morning, my friend. The man crouching next to Fred immediately responded to this...

This middle-aged man wearing inferior chain mail is the paladin who saved Fred, his name is Bellez, according to the paladin himself, he was a tactical instructor for the young paladins of the Holy Radiance Church in the imperial capital a long time ago, but Fred was skeptical about this, because the other party did not have the proper tactical skills.

Fred ignored the paladin's teasing, he sighed secretly, his eyes swept over the soldiers who were talking and laughing in the distance, and he frowned and drank the surprisingly light broth...

And Blaise next to him was not polite, he grabbed the wooden bowl without wiping, just put a big bowl on it, and then drank it deliciously.

"My friend, does it really taste that good?" Fred couldn't help but say every time, "I really think that what I ate with you may not be in the same pot." ”

"You have to imagine, you have to imagine, you know? Think of this bowl of broth made by the lady of the Kaluk inn. Blaise said, glancing at Fred.

"I've always wondered, who is that?" Fred asked.

"What?"

"The hostess. ”

Blaise swallowed the broth in his mouth, and replied casually, "It was a hotel I met on my travels, and the proprietress was very good at her work." ”

"That craft?"

"Cooking!" replied Paulez in the affirmative this time.

"Haha," Fred laughed, then drank the broth in one gulp, "Have time to take me to taste it?"

"Are you sure you can go in Feldling?"

"Of course... Wait, as if something is happening. Fred suddenly stopped his joke with Bellez and looked at the soldiers who had suddenly gathered at the barracks.

"A stranger, still human, dressed decently, should be a paladin. Blaise slowly commented: "The family crest on the chest is very strange, it is a hunter's head, I have never seen it." ”

"It shouldn't be the rebels from Byan, right?"

"Who knows?"

As the two spoke, the stranger was escorted to Fred by several soldiers.

"My lord, this man claims to be the messenger of Kawalburg. Calvin, the commander of the shelter outpost, whispered.

"My name is Sivin, Sivin Tanzer, a former paladin of the Church, and I brought with me the orders of Baron Pedy. The paladin began to introduce himself, not caring in the slightest about the sharpened spears sharpened left and right.

Fred instinctively furrowed his eyebrows after listening to this man's self-introduction, he looked at the soldiers gathered not far away, and instructed Calvin: "Let the soldiers go back to the camp... You and your people go back too. ”

"But..."

"Don't worry, Blaise will protect me. Ferred's tone was relaxed, but the expression on his face was unmistakable.

Calvin bowed and said, "I'll have my people around, and if there's something you can do, you can do whatever you want." With that, he led his men to retreat to the side, and at the same time, dispersed the soldiers gathered nearby.

"Your people care about you more than you do. Sivin had a smile on his face.

"Yes, maybe I saved them, and anyone would be respectful of their savior. Fred stared at Siwen and said, "What I need to know is how you escaped the orc blockade and walked into the jungle... IMHO, you don't look like you're crossing the Dallas mountains. ”

"Across the Dallas mountains? You're looking too high at me. Xiwen waved his hand, "I came in from the west." ”

"There are orcs there, and their blockade is tight. Palez stood motionless on Fred's flank, with a mocking look on his face.

"I have my way. Siwen smiled, then took out a dagger from his bosom, handed it to Fred in the wary eyes of Blaise and said, "Baron Pedi asked me to give this to you, and he said that when you see this, you will believe my identity." ”

Fred's expression changed when Sivin took out the dagger...

The memory of the dagger was both vague and real in Fred's mind, and it was given to Duke Nick for self-defense after he escorted him to the town of Seka.

It was an ordinary dagger, but when Duke Nick appointed him commander of the Fifth Mixed Fleet, the command sword he gave him was modeled after this dagger, so he couldn't be more familiar with the style of this dagger.

"Qiang"

After the dagger was unsheathed, the two small words 'glory' on the dagger shoulder were still very clear, and the vague memories of more than ten years flashed in Fred's mind.

"Would you like to eat some?" Blaise noticed the change in Fred, and his smile became slightly friendly.

"I'm a little hungry if I could. Xiwen was not polite, and he didn't care about the dirty environment around him.

Fred silently took one out of a stack of wooden bowls and handed it to Xiwen, and said, "If you can get used to the taste, you're welcome... Also, I hope you can bring a little good news after eating. ”

"It's a nostalgic smell, and I tasted it when I was a young paladin in training. Sivin ate it quickly, so fast that Fred wondered if the soup was as delicious as Bellez had said.

"Gollum"

"Gollum"

A bowl of broth fell into his stomach in less than ten seconds under Xiwen's movements, and he wiped the soup from his mouth with his luxurious sleeve and said, "Baron Pedi has ordered you to break out within the allotted time. ”

"There are orcs everywhere outside, I have tens of thousands of old and weak here, and if you break out, you will wait for death!" Fred couldn't help but sink his heart.

Siwen immediately explained: "Sir, the situation of the war in the Crewe Territory has long since changed, Baron Pedy's army is confronting the orcs outside Lake Garmic, and the main force of the goblins is trapped in the Covind area and cannot get out, so your opponent is only the Orc Fifteenth Banner Regiment from outside the forest. ”

A rare look of joy appeared on Fred's face when he heard this, but then he frowned again, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "But even so, there is nothing we can do, because the troops in my hands can only fight the orcs head-on with less than four thousand people. ”

"This is Baron Pedy's order, Sir. Xiwen's voice was very low.

Fred's breath froze, and Blaise stopped the small wooden sword he was playing with.

"Whew..."

Fred let out a sigh of relief, looked at Xiwen with his eyelids lowered slightly, and asked, "I need to know the time of the breakout, and the direction of the breakout." ”

"You've made a wise choice, Sir. The smile on Siwen's face was sincere.