Looking at the anxious look on the other party's face, Count Eliot's brows suddenly furrowed, and then asked with a stern expression, "Is Little Billy your son?"

If the other party gives an affirmative answer, he will have to consider sending more troops to the western battalion.

The fat nobleman was furious when he heard this, and pointed at Count Eliot's nose and scolded: "Who do you say is the son? Little Billy is my dog!"

Hearing this answer, Count Eliot's forehead was bruised, and his fists were clenched to death, if it were not for the fear of affecting His Majesty's strategic deployment, he really wanted to strangle the other party directly.

After the fat nobleman finished speaking, he once again showed a painful look on his face: "My little Billy!"

Seeing this, Count Elliot turned around and went directly into the big tent, he was afraid that if he stayed here any longer, he would not be able to help but kill people.

After two hours, the shouting gradually stopped.

Then the herald walked in from outside the tent, his expression a little depressed, and there was a slight fear in his eyes.

When Earl Eliot saw the other party's appearance, he knew that the matter might not have been handled perfectly, and he sighed and asked, "What about the casualties?"

After a moment's thought, the herald replied truthfully: "Three hundred and seventy-four people were killed and more than eight hundred wounded. ”

Count Elliot stared at him and asked, "Why are there so many?" ”

According to his idea, an attack on the camp by six or seven hundred people would cause the same number of casualties at most, but he did not expect that it would be more than twice as many as expected.

The herald was frightened by his stern tone, and then said stubbornly: "Most of the noble private troops in the Western Battalion have drunk alcohol, and there is no one to command, so ......"

Hearing this, Count Eliot let out a cold snort and asked again, "What about our own casualties?" ”

Hearing this, the herald wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Sixty-seven of us were killed and more than two hundred were wounded. ”

This casualty figure is still within the tolerance of Count Eliot, and as for those noble private soldiers, they will die as much as they love.

Immediately after that, he thought of several important questions: "How many enemies have been destroyed? Have you caught them alive? Have you figured out your identity?"

After asking three questions in succession, the cold sweat on the herald's forehead grew, and finally he replied tremblingly: "Thirteen enemies were annihilated, and they didn't catch them alive, as for their identity, ...... identity."

Hearing the words of the thirteen enemies, Eliot

Count Te was stunned, he thought he had heard it wrong, and asked again, "How many enemies have been destroyed?"

The herald swallowed vigorously and replied tremblingly: "Ten ...... Ten...... Three. ”

Hearing this, Earl Elliot directly became furious, and roared angrily: "Thousands of people chased and intercepted, but only more than ten enemies were killed, and nearly 400 people were killed by the other party, am I bringing a group of stupid pigs?"

Even if this number is increased by another twenty times, I am afraid it will not be able to calm the anger in his heart.

The herald trembled with fright, but he still mustered up the courage to explain: "According to Colonel Keppel, although the enemy has only six or seven hundred men, all of them are high-ranking warriors. ”

"Among them, there are many martial artists, and the leaders are even legendary warriors, and their strength is very strong. ”

"And the enemy is a light cavalry, but all of them are dressed in enchanted armor, and our swords cannot penetrate their defenses. ”

"In addition to this, the horses they ride are also quite rare galloping horses. ”

Hearing this, the anger in Count Eliot's heart calmed down slightly.

If the truth is as the other party said, then they will not complain about the defeat of this battle.

Six or seven hundred elite knights, all wearing enchanted armor, mounts or expensive wind horses, want to build such a sophisticated army, I am afraid that it will cost tens of thousands of gold coins, who has such a big hand?

Earl Eliot was the first to think of the Creighton family, and then shook his head.

Although the other party is a feudal official, he is not capable of creating such a strong cavalry.

After all, it's not about power, it's about money.

Immediately afterwards, a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind: "It seems that the Cronin family can't help but make a move." ”

Spend tens of thousands of gold coins to build hundreds of elite horses, only the rich Cronin family has this ability, and only the Marquis Quentin has this courage.

He couldn't send a large army to help, but he could send such elite cavalry to carry out a targeted attack.

Such a powerful cavalry regiment, if it really fought hard, was enough to inflict heavy losses on his Eastern Route army.

Count Elliot only felt a chill down his spine, and hurriedly ordered: "There are scouts stationed in the police to patrol all night, and order the Second Cavalry Brigade to cooperate with the operation." ”

Even so, he still felt that it was not very reliable, and gave orders again

The order said: "Order the Second Infantry Brigade and the Third Infantry Brigade to be stationed around the camp in groups of 100 people." ”

The herald also realized the seriousness of the matter, did not dare to slack off, and immediately withdrew from the camp to convey the order.

In this way, the tense atmosphere lasted until dawn.

Count Eliot stayed up all night, his eyes blood-red, and he stayed up until dawn.

At dawn, the Eastern Army directly set out for camp.

When the nobles woke up from their hangover, they found that the main army had long since disappeared from the left and right.

The fat Earl of Titus stood outside the camp with the dog in his arms, his face full of disbelief, and he stumbled for a while before he said, "Count Eliot, he ...... He...... He left us and ran away?

As soon as the words fell, a group of knights rushed in the distance.

The nobles instantly became nervous, for fear that the group that attacked the camp last night had turned back.

Now without the protection of the main force of the heroic Eastern Army, the other side wants to kill them like chopping melons and vegetables.

When the group of knights came closer, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and from the armor of these knights, it could be distinguished that they were knights belonging to the Eastern Army.

Earl Titus came out first, pointed at the visitor's nose and scolded: "Bastard, why didn't you call us when you left the camp, is this to the point where our life and death are not at stake?"

"I tell you, I'm here to help His Majesty put down the rebellion, and if anything happens to me, you won't be able to eat and walk around. ”

Immediately, the knight glanced at him coldly when he heard this, ignored it at all, and directly announced: "Count Elliot has led the eastern army to advance towards the city of Saroyan, please hurry up and keep up." ”

With that, the knight turned his horse's head and walked away with his subordinates, leaving only the stunned nobles in place.

Count Titus was stunned for a long time before he scolded: "Damn bastard, I'm going to sue you in the Senate, I'm going to sue you in the sergeant court, I'm going to ......"

Though he had exhausted himself and cursed and cursed, the knights who had gone away could no longer hear him.

Last night's sneak attack brought a lot of losses to the Eastern Army, but it was not a good thing, at least it gave these nobles a sense of crisis in their hearts.

Count Elliot left the camp early in the morning to let this feeling continue to ferment, so as to force these fat guys to speed up the pace of the march.