Copley didn't speak loudly, but no one dared to interfere when he spoke, and even many generals and soldiers subconsciously even breathed much quieter.

"I listen to you, mentor. Sando bowed slightly, he could show his pride to anyone, even the king, but he could not be rude to his most respected mentor.

"Prince Meru?" Copley looked at Myru.

Meru looked at Copley in surprise, he didn't expect this master to help him, he subconsciously wanted to agree, leading the troops to fight was his dream all along...

However, when he was about to agree to Copley's words, he suddenly felt a gentle tap on the soft armor on his back, and he just wanted to turn his head to look, but found Sando's face that seemed to be smiling, and the enthusiasm he had just raised was instantly extinguished, and a chill on his back rose straight to the top of his head.

The cold wind with a chill blew, and Meru couldn't help but shiver, he forcibly suppressed a trace of tension in his heart, and said respectfully: "Master, my father said that I am not qualified to lead troops into battle. ”

Copley's face wrinkled together like the bark of a dead tree, and he smiled grimly, first glancing at the middle-aged man beside Meru, and whispered in his throat, "Captain Reilly will help you, Your Highness!" he pointed with his withered fingers at a large man with horns and iron helmets beside Sandor as he spoke.

At this time, Sandor took a step, looked at Meru condescendingly, and said with a chuckle, "Take good care of our Prince Meru, Captain Reilly. The word 'care' in his mouth was so loud that the soldiers and officers in the neighborhood burst out laughing when they heard it.

He took another step after saying that, and what seemed to be a body walking towards the camp slammed into Meru's shoulder...

"Bang!" the thick armor made a muffled sound after it hit!

The inertia of the impact caused Meru to retreat to the side, but Sando did not look at Myru, and walked into the prepared camp under the guard and the other officers.

"Shhh

"Patience, my Highness. The middle-aged man beside Prince Meru grabbed the wrist of the prince's clenched fist and whispered in the prince's ear in a small voice.

"I understand, Kebot!" Myru flashed away with a grim coldness.

"Your Highness, please forgive Sandor for being rude. Copley had been standing by the side, and when Sando and the other generals entered the camp, he said, "Our generals in the Balu Kingdom are as arrogant as Sando, and they even regard this as a noble quality... To be honest, I'm worried, and I'd love to teach them the humility and forbearance of Southerners, but I didn't, but..."

He looked at Kebot as he said this, "However, Kebot seems to have done it, at least, I see in you, Your Highness, a little bit of a temperament that we Balu people don't have..."

"Master, you—" Meru's heart was beating wildly.

"I have no other intentions, Your Highness, you don't have to speculate. Copley bowed slightly, "I'll take my leave!" and he limped through the thick snow toward the camp.

Soon, only Meru and his Southerner mentor Kebot were left in the snow, and, of course, Reilly and a thousand soldiers under his command.

"Your Highness, please follow my pace!" said Reilly, a taciturn soldier, and after saying this, he waded through the snow towards the Canya Pass.

......

Time flies.

An hour passed with almost no feeling.

The Imperial soldiers of the Cannia Pass Watchtower, led by Pate, set up a passable line of defense around the entire mountain pass around the watchtower.

Build a level in an hour?

It's simply not realistic!

So Pate retreated to building a simple line of defense.

The scouts sent back the news that the main force of the Barbarian Vanguard had arrived, and that a thousand-strong force was rushing here.

Now, the soldiers are resting under the orders of the commander, and at this time the wise arrived to decide, after all, these people who put your buddies have been busy in the freezing environment for a whole hour, and their physical exertion is very serious, so it is very necessary to rest before the battle.

The hectic camp regained a brief silence...

A small number of logisticians carried supplies needed for the battle through the various defensive areas of the defensive line, and the officers patrolled their areas of responsibility back and forth, sometimes stopping to exchange words with soldiers in need of encouragement.

"Boom... Boom..."

A long war drum sounded from among the Imperial troops, alerting the barbarian forces that were slowly approaching.

Soon, the ground began to tremble slightly, which was the vibration of the troops as they marched.

"Uh-huh..."

The earth shook and there was a strange cry that tickled the roots of the teeth, shouting in a language that the Imperial soldiers did not understand...

Barbarian soldiers always like to make this sound when they are fighting.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking the sky with the whistling of the wind accompanied by the strange cries of the barbarian warriors, and at the same time, a little fire and a little smoke rose in the narrow mountain pass, and then fell suddenly.

"Raise your shield!" shouted the officers of the various districts of the Imperial Mountain Pass Defense Line at the top of their voices.

Almost at the same time, dense firelight suddenly rose in the air of the narrow, pitch-black mountain pass, drawing beautiful arcs, and then raining down on the front line of the Imperial soldiers.

This is a spear thrown by a barbarian!

However, this kind of attack looks terrifying, but in fact it does not do much damage to the Imperial soldiers on the defensive line. For, most of these spears were wooden, and the barbarians did not have the luxury of consuming so many iron spearheads for a tentative attack.

"Don't let your guard down!!"

The Imperial soldiers at the watchtower were apparently often engaged in battle with the barbarians, and they were familiar with each other's routines.

Soon, the barbarian projection struck again.

However, no serious injuries were inflicted on the Imperial soldiers, and only a few unlucky ones were impaled in the knee.

The greatest use of this projection is to cover the stormtroopers.

Under these five repeated spear throws, the barbarian warriors had rushed to the forefront of the Imperial Front.

On the watchtower behind the Imperial Front, Alfred used a lookout to see everything in the distance, and he said to Pete next to him: "It seems that the barbarians didn't take us seriously at all, they only sent a small number of soldiers..."

"But their follow-up troops will be able to come back in about twenty minutes!" Pate reminded, "You know, these barbarians can fight when they take up arms. ”

"Then end the battle before their reinforcements arrive!" said Alfrete with a straight face, "besides, in this narrow mountain pass, a large number of people is not necessarily useful. ”