Stepping into the red-and-white tent of the Chinese military camp, Randall saw Cumberland standing in front of the sand table and several high-ranking members of the Holy Cult Army.

"The enemy took all the food in the town and burned all the houses that were habitable. Cumberland touched the silver whisker on his chin: "There is no doubt that they retracted their line, retreated and entered the forest. ”

Ackerman, the commander of the Holy Cult Army, asked, "Why did the Church of the Forest mobilize the troops of dozens of countries into the forest?"

Cumberland pointed his stick at the dense forests around the Papal States: "Because this is the best tactical strategy that the Church army can adopt after the comparison of the strength of the enemy and the enemy." ”

"The total strength of our army is about 20,000 people, although the number is less than that of the church army, but the combat power is greatly superior to that of the other side. Whether it's the Holy Army, the Knights of the Twilight, or the Valkyries, any one of these forces can pose a deadly threat to the Church army. ”

Cumberland stared at the topographic map of the sand table and said slowly: "So, in such a situation, it is absolutely impossible for the enemy to engage head-on, and the best way is to take advantage of the complex terrain on the battlefield." ”

"Look here, the Papal States are surrounded by more than 700,000 hectares of dense forests, with caves, rivers, hills and valleys...... The enemy's best tactic is to divide the forces into multiple battle groups, scatter them in the forest, build hidden bunkers and tunnels, use arrows and wolf smoke as means of communication, and adopt a feint method to lead us into the forest, and then concentrate the forces, divide them one by one, and break them down individually. ”

An orc shaman slammed his fist on the sand table and shouted: "This is a group of rats hiding in the forest! Our warriors, each of them has absolute strength, they are one to be a hundred, there is no need to worry!"

Glancing at the orc shaman, the elven shaman pondered for a moment and asked, "Escape into the forest to fight?"

"Unfortunately, according to our intelligence, the commander of the enemy army this time is probably an extremely difficult opponent. Cumberland sighed softly, "Many years ago, when I was an officer in the Silver Ring and fought alongside the Church Army against the Northern Barbarians, I was introduced by that old turtle of Emerson to meet a legend of Taylor. ”

"Bromo Hesmond. ”

The elven shaman nodded thoughtfully, "When I was in the North, I used to hear this name. ”

"Heavenly Father whips the whip of evil, the bravest saint, the dean of the Tactical Academy, the exemplar of the knights of the Church......," Cumberland said with emotion, "He has had all the honors you can think of. ”

Ackerman asked, "If I'm not mistaken, he should be in his seventies this year, and I heard that he has long since retired from the army." ”

Cumberland nodded: "That's right, Bromo stopped talking about military affairs many years ago, and even in the Battle of the Holy Acropolis that year, he didn't lead the troops to appear. I suspect that he led his army against each other precisely because this battle was a matter of life and death for the church. ”

Ackerman scratched his head: "Closer to the point, how should we fight this battle?"

The werewolf shaman proposed, "Perhaps we can burn the forest and force the enemy out with fire." ”

Cumberland shook his head and said, "Where do you burn it from?"

"More than 700,000 hectares of forest, not to mention tens of thousands of soldiers, and even the entire capital of Taylor, can be perfectly hidden, not to mention the caves, rivers and hills that provide cover, as well as pre-built bunkers and tunnels. To set such a large forest on fire, it would take countless materials to ignite the fire, and it would take at least two or three months in time. ”

"Moreover, I suspect that in the face of this expedition of our army, Bromo Hesmond has already made all preparations, and the fire attack is naturally a move he expected. Fire canals, emergency water sources, and so on must be readily available. ”

Ackerman let out a long sigh, "What then?"

Cumberland frowned, staring at the sandbox in silence.

A knight walked up to him and whispered something to him.

"Your Majesty's envoy?"

Hearing the knight's announcement, Cumberland looked up in surprise and looked at the door of the tent.

Randall and the other five companions, under the watchful eyes of everyone, walked into the tent and came to Cumberland.

The latter stretched out his hand towards Randall and asked in a deep voice, "I heard that His Majesty gave you a letter of appointment?"

Unhurriedly, Randall took out Todd's paperwork from his bosom, handed it to Cumberland, nodded and said, "We are on a mission with the Holy King's Father, and we must rush to Taylor City as soon as possible. ”

After carefully reading the letter of appointment, Cumberlander looked at Randall and said, "In addition to these contents on the paperwork, is there anything else Your Majesty wants you to tell me?"

Randall shook his head.

Cumberland sighed, "In order to enter Taylor City, you must first pass through that forest in the east. The enemy has set up traps, outposts, checkpoints, and armies there, and they will carefully examine everyone who passes by, and anyone who looks suspicious will be summarily executed. Believe me, I don't think you'll be able to pass through safely right now. ”

Randall put away his letter of appointment and asked, "Is there any other route to Taylor than the forest?"

Ackerman stepped forward and explained: "To the north, along the Falling Star Mountains, through snow-capped mountains and plateaus, in a big circle, it takes three months to enter the Papal States. ”

Randall smiled wryly, "Is there any other way?"

"To the south, look for the fords at the edge of the forest, take a boat across the Mediterranean, reach the harbor of the Holy City of the East, and then turn around and head west into the Papal States. However, I would like to warn you that the Holy City of the East is now occupied by the Southern Empire, and it may be even more dangerous there. ”

Randall said with a headache, "Hearing you say that, it seems that going through the forest is the best option?"

Ackerman didn't answer Randall's question, just stared at the other party for a long time, and suddenly said, "I know you, aren't you the ......"

Randall shrugged, "That's right, I'm the human who showed up at the Holy Cult Trial. ”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the camp tent were suddenly wonderful.

Several shamans, including the elven shaman, glared at Randall and wanted to kick him out of the camp immediately, as if the other party was the embodiment of evil.

Ackerman first looked at Randall, then at Barbara behind him, and finally at the two of them squeezing their eyebrows maliciously, and smirking evilly.

As for Cumberland and the knights, after figuring out what happened, they all held their foreheads and had a headache.