The sun had just risen, and the sound of iron, horses' hooves, and noise in the Ulster barracks had come together, bringing life to the snow-covered land.

Early in the morning, Fugal, who was patrolling the army with his guards, walked to the shade of a tent, found a naked corpse lying in the snow, frowned and asked the people around him, "What's the matter?"

A soldier stepped forward, turned the body over, examined it carefully, and said to Fergal: "My lord, there are no external injuries from the fight, it seems that after freezing to death in the middle of the night, the clothes were stripped away and thrown here again. ”

One of the staff members approached Fergal and said worriedly: "This winter is extremely cold, and people can freeze to death if they stay in the city, let alone this kind of empty plain." ”

Fogal gave him a cold look and gave the order to the soldiers: "Find a piece of cloth, cover the body, and throw it outside the camp." ”

On the way back, another person said to Fergal: "My lord, is it wise to hold on like this? Our army, which is far outnumbered by those rebels, why don't we take a direct attack and annihilate them?"

The latter looked around, and saw that almost all of them had the same thoughts on their faces, and explained: "Before going to war, you must first find out who our enemy is. The gladiators who survived in the gladiatorial arena, the barbarians who survived by hunting in the forest, although they lacked systematic military training, were first-class in personal force and hidden ambushes. ”

"So what? we have a good army and good equipment!"

Fergar shook his head: "If the war takes place in the forest, our advantage will be reduced to a minimum. Think about it, in the dense woods, there are big trees everywhere that can only be surrounded by two people, the formation of the army cannot be deployed, and the role of projectile and throwing weapons will be greatly reduced. As for the enemy, snow can be used as a hiding place, trees can be used as shelter to hide from arrows, and extremely complex terrain can provide them with the best place for squad combat. ”

Someone questioned again: "However, our slave hunters have raided their camps in the past, and they have not always won a big victory?"

"Don't forget," Fugar reminded loudly, "that the victory of the slave catchers was based on three premises: first, the time of the raid was never chosen in winter, second, the barbarians did not unite with the gladiators to form a rebel army, and third, they lacked a strong leader...... That's right, I'm talking about Boyle. In the past, I always thought that he was nothing more than a reckless, stupid, and insignificant careerist, but a series of performances in the gladiatorial arena proved that I had lost my eyes. If this guy doesn't get rid of it now, he may be the most terrible enemy of the kingdom in the future......"

Hearing that the people around him were still whispering, Fugar softened his tone: "The second batch of supplies supported by the kingdom will be delivered to the camp soon. At the moment, we've cut off all supply lines to the rebel camps, and by my calculations, even if the boyles start looking for and stockpiling food when they get back to the camp, they'll only have enough to survive until early February. In other words, as long as we hold out here for two months, the rebels will be defeated. ”

"And what if they abandon the camp?"

"It would be better if that were the case, in addition to the roaming cavalry troops, I also ambushed a unit in the southern part of the forest in advance to intercept it. Fergal looked beyond the stake in front of him to the vast forest in front of the camp, and said calmly: "If the rebels escape, this unit can be used to slow them down and buy us enough time to catch up with them, and if they divide their forces, they can go directly to attack the rebel camp." ”

After a pause, Fogal retracted his gaze: "The most critical question now is when will these hungry rats burrow their holes?"

Vergar's doubts didn't last long.

Two days later, in the early morning, while he was enjoying breakfast, the captain of the watchtower's sentry burst into his tent and shouted, "The enemy is coming!"

Fogal was startled at first, then silent for a moment, and finally put down the food in his hand and said with a smile, "It's coming faster than I expected." ”

Walking out of the tent, he glanced at the panicked captain of the sentry, and said dissatisfiedly: "Where is the enemy?

The captain of the sentry stretched out a trembling hand and pointed to the sky in front of the camp.

Fugar followed the direction of the other man's finger and looked up at the sky, and couldn't help but be startled by the sight in front of him.

In the early morning sun, several thin and long black smoke floated over the forest, looking inexplicably weird.

Turning his gaze to the Sentinel Captain, Fergal asked incredulously, "Are those our ......?"

The latter said to him with a sad face: "That's right, my lord, those are our outposts in the forest, not a single one is left, all of them have been destroyed by the enemy!"

"What about the people, at least half of them should have escaped, right?!"

The trembling Sentinel Captain closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"None of them came back alive?!" Fergar grabbed the captain of the sentry by the collar, carried him in front of him, and shouted, "You bastard! Are you fooling me?!" The soldiers at each outpost are the elite of the army, and they are equipped with a war horse, and you actually told me that none of them have returned?!"

The captain of the sentry almost collapsed and shouted, "My lord, I don't know, I really don't know!"

Fugar let go of his hand and scolded fiercely: "A bunch of waste! The number and composition of the enemy, nothing has been found!"

"Blow the battle horn! Tell the bunnies to bring their men with them!" Fogal took the sword handed by the guard, twisted his neck, and his eyes were cold: "It's time for a war." ”

Fifteen minutes later, Ulster's army was regrouped and lined up at the gate of the camp.

Furgar sat on his horse and looked at the forest in front of him, his face solemn.

The black smoke in the sky had not yet dissipated, but not a single enemy was in sight, and gradually people in the army began to talk to each other.

Furgar looked around with a pretended ease of relief and said with a smile, "Rats are at most making a splash in the gutter, when have you ever seen them appear in the sun?"

"My lord, the enemy has appeared!"

"Ugh!"

As soon as he finished his bold words, Fugal, who was slapped in the face, almost choked on his own saliva.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of Ulster's army, twenty-eight knights rode their horses and slowly walked out of the forest.

The shiny full-body armor, the pitch-black and sharp knight's spear, and even the majestic war horse were covered with steel hanging armor.

The Ulsters, armed with rusty iron swords and worn wooden shields, stood still, their mouths wide open, and each of them had a grimace on their faces.

"Heavy Rider...... Heavy cavalry ......" Fergal opened his eyes and shouted at the commanders beside him, "Who the can tell me!!!

Someone looked at the equipment of the opposite knight and muttered, "The one they wear is better than the Kingdom Guard......"

Watching the knight on the opposite side begin to line up and raise his gun in a hurry, Fogal suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

This is the plain, the plain of a flat river!

Trapping horses, tripping ropes, rejecting horses, these things, he didn't prepare anything!

The only spearman who could inflict lethal damage to the cavalry was placed in the rear by him when he was in formation!

"Archers retreat! shieldmen come forward!" Fergar gave the order, only to find that the performance of these reserve forces drawn from all over the kingdom was really itchy when it came to battle.

As soon as the formation changed, most of the soldiers of the servant army began to disorganize, and even the regular army was also implicated.

"My lord, the enemy's cavalry has begun to charge!"

Fugal, who was whipping his men with his horsewhip and shouting, turned his gaze to the twenty-eight knights, cold sweat overflowed from his forehead, but he still comforted himself: "It's only about twenty people, and I have thousands of troops!"

The horse trotted first, then accelerated, accelerated, and accelerated again. In the end, the charge of the twenty-eight knights increased to an unbelievable speed, and it looked like a herd of rhinoceros running wild at the speed of light.

Fogal watched as this group of heavy cavalry rushed across the entire battlefield in a breath, like a giant hammer, smashing into his own army, and dropping his weapon to the ground in shock.