On the east coast of Normandy, the white hills of the silver finch, the torrential rain is like a note, large white raindrops fall from the sky, dripping on the wet ground full of salt, bursts of white splashes, from a distance, the distant horizon is completely hazy in a white, in the silence of this confused world, the dense rumbling sound gradually remembers, the rain on the ground blooms into a circle of lines

I saw that on the saline-alkali embankment that was almost covered with a layer of hoarfrost as long as the rain was flying, a thick dense black line emerged, and the cold light of the weapon flashed in the rain with a worrying light, and the dense cavalry, like a large black cloud, came with the white rainstorm.

"Stop!" a Norman general with a golden-trimmed horn on his head, on the edge of the saline-alkali land, violently grabbed the horse running under his crotch, raised his right hand, and signaled to the cavalry behind him, "Bang pa" Tens of thousands of Normandy cavalry clusters, with the order at the edge of the saline-alkali land, neatly stopped, the horse's hooves trampled heavily on the edge of the saline-alkali land, splashing its large frost-like mist, because at the same time crowded in front of the white line formed at the edge, tens of thousands of horses' hooves back and forth restlessly lifted and put down, and at the same time brought up the soil on the ground, stirring the ground under their feet into a mess, and the long neighing of the war horses came and went.

On the side of these Normandy cavalry, the breath of a group of heavily armored war horses brought up puffs of white smoke in the cold rain, and the heads of these heavy war horses were attached to long horse face armor, and their thick bodies were like a thick hill, and their bodies were unusually strong, and their full vests were draped, like a hideous beast, and they were full of murderous intentions, less than a thousand meters away from them.

The black military formation, which was originally in a retreating posture, suddenly looked like a beast that had been cornered, and finally stopped moving forward, but showed its sharp claws, and a spear with a handle stretched out from the gap in the military formation formed by shields. Against the backdrop of the rain, it is like a piece of cold light surging in front of it, spreading out, forming a slope similar to the concave, and the simple and clear lines reveal a razor-like slew of slaughter, as if the whole piece of saline ground is cut from the side

The two armies confronted each other in this saline-alkali land about a kilometer long and wide, and the rain was like a pour, and the raindrops hit the bodies of the soldiers of the two armies, sliding down the surface of the black armor of both sides and falling to the ground, just like the cold that permeated the world. "Are these guys who are acting as bait finally reacting?"

A hint of teasing flashed in his small eyes, and the corners of the mouth of the Normandy general who were looking at the military formation sneered slightly, and the raindrops hit his bare skin outside the armor, revealing a healthy bronz, just like many inland nobles used to describe the appearance of a murderer, his eyes were like a scimitar with a sharp and cold light, and the green tendons on his forehead stirred with his words, the appearance of this Normandy general. In the Normandy nation, which is brave and supreme, it can attract the attention of many women.

On the dark red cloak behind it, a black scorpion woven with silver thread can be seen. has revealed his identity, Normandy Black Scorpion Zhimu, one of the seven generals of the Duke of Normandy,

"Why stop. "A young general with a proud look, dressed in ornate white armor and wearing a horned helmet made of gold." Suddenly, he rode up from behind, "Please clarify the situation, Commander Armand, I am the commander of this legion! Your duty is only to supervise the battle!" A faint displeasure flashed on the young general's cold face

"Since Lord Naomu knows that I am the forward warlord, then why do you keep grinding like this!Do you want to let the other party slip away?" The corners of the young general's mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were full of unruliness, "I am carrying out the grand duke's strategy, you should know this very well!" Zhimu snorted angrily, and a trace of cold killing intent flashed in his small eyes, this young general who shouted in front of him and looked arrogant was called Armand,

is a lord of the eastern part of the Duchy of Normandy,

He was the one who suffered the heaviest losses from the invasion of the eastern region by the Salanders, and in his territory, at least a thousand Salander slaves were freed, and more than 70 estates were destroyed.

The reason why this is the case is mainly because this guy buys a large number of Salander women in order to please his own family.

It is said that it has a very deep background in Imperial Kyoto, although it is only an external line of a large family.

But for a medium-sized principality like Normandy, it was enough to form some kind of pressure" What a joke, a dignified Normandy warrior, just watching the same number of enemies slip away under their noses?

If that's the case, the Black Scorpion Legion is the laughing stock of the entire principality" Armand was obviously dissatisfied with Naomu's defense,

He stretched out his hand with an indignant expression, pointed to the black that had completely stopped in the white flying rain in the distance, and asked loudly, "I just want to know why the Black Scorpion Legion, known as the Sword of the Principality, is delaying all the way,

Although I don't know anything about military affairs, I can see that the other side is equal to ours in strength, and it is also inferior infantry.

If you want, you can eat these enemies on the way, of course, if Naomu-sama is afraid of losses, you can let my 2,000 knights attack alone, but not only do you not allow me to attack, but you also follow me all the way without the slightest intention of attacking.

I have reason to believe that your practice of allowing the enemy to withdraw is an act of cowardice! As the vanguard overseer, I will accuse you to the Duke!"

"What a bastard!"

Zhimu's face was flushed, and the five fingers that clenched the horsewhip were pinched together angrily, making a creaking and crisp sound,

As the third-ranked general under the Duke of Normandy, in Normandy, no one except the Duke dared to speak to him in such an arrogant tone.

If it weren't for the scruples of the other party's direct family, who was the object that the Grand Duke also needed to woo, he would have ordered his subordinates to hang this self-righteous guy behind the galloping war horse, and drag it for ten miles on the mountain full of rubble.

When I saw this guy, did he have such arrogance!

But now, the duchy is in turmoil, Salander has been defeated, and the coast has been lost, and this year is another important year for the empire to recommend the consuls of the annexed regions,

In any case, the principality is not willing to provoke such a guy with an imperial Kyoto background in this situation,

Struggling to suppress the anger in his heart, Naomu took a deep breath,

With a cloudy face, he said, "This is the Duke's plan, using these enemies as bait to attract other enemies as much as possible, and then using the military advantage to completely solve these problems!"

If you attack in advance, once you cause panic among the other forces of the opposing side and all of them retreat to the sea,

At that time, we will really be helpless! Your Excellency's entire eastern coast will also face a great crisis!"

"Well, if that's your reason, then I can only express my disappointment with the Duchy!

I think the family should reconsider the choice of this year's district consul!"

Armand's eyes suddenly turned a little red, he raised his gem-studded whip high, and threw away a cruel word.

A few minutes later, Naomu suddenly noticed that his left flank was beginning to stir, and some cavalry began to break away from the queue "What's going on?" Naomu turned his head and asked the captains around him with an annoyed expression, "Lord Amande's direct knights, have broken away from the home team and attacked alone!" A Normandy squadron leader ran from a distance with an anxious look, (To be continued.) )