After all, the other party is a close confidant of Vice General Evans, and he doesn't look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, if he offends Vice General Evans on impulse, he doesn't have to do anything this time.

It's really Hades, it's hard to see the little ghost.

Just when Sir Kleist was in a dilemma, the person he wanted to see had already appeared at the door of the tent, glared at the guard viciously, and scolded: "What did I tell you before? ”

"It's a dereliction of duty on the part of a subordinate. The guard at the gate said resignedly, "I'm sorry, General, I just mishandled it and was rude." ”

"It doesn't matter. The other party had already given the stairs down, and of course Sir Kleist couldn't hold on to it, waving his hand with a generous look.

"Why don't you hurry up and thank the general? Get out of the way, I don't have any eyesight, I've followed Lao Tzu for so many years. Evans cursed angrily.

However, Sir Kleist knew that the other party's words were actually scolding himself, and regardless of whether the other party was really angry or feigned, he could no longer trouble the doorkeeper for this matter.

From here, it can be seen that this lieutenant general is not as honest as his appearance, and he is also a long-standing political veteran.

When he turned to Kleist, Vice General Evans had already turned into a smile, "Let the General see the smile, it's because I can't train on weekdays, and I must train strictly afterwards, I don't know what the General is looking for me in the middle of the night?"

Sir Kleist didn't talk nonsense to Admiral Evans, and directly told his knowledge and speculation about the Eternal Night Commander.

Of course, I don't talk about my nightmares.

Deep down, Adjutant Evans was also reluctant to see Sir Kleist, after all, what kind of general led what kind of soldiers, if in private, he really respected Sir Kleist, his guards would not have shown the virtue he had just shown.

It must have been his personal guard who had seen too much of his lieutenant's private disapproval of Sir Kleist, so he didn't take him seriously.

But that doesn't mean he's stupid.

It's still the same sentence, what kind of general leads what kind of soldiers.

To be able to serve under the strict and demanding Akmeser must be a smart man with his own uniqueness.

Adjutant General Evans, though not taking Sir Christ seriously, took his analysis very seriously.

Stomping back and forth two steps, Adjutant General Evans said: " General, worthy of being a person relied on by His Majesty, is indeed more thoughtful than me, our task is to ensure the safety of the grain road, once there is a problem with the grain road, you and I can hardly escape the blame, fortunately we did not have too much delay on the road, at most half a day, we can meet with the vanguard of the grain transport team, so let's be careful, I will draft a battle report to Marshal Akmaiser, and when the time comes, please sign with me, and at the same time order the troops to march overnight, meet one day earlier, and land a little sooner. ”

"Lord Adjutant General, with your steady opinion, it is no wonder that you can be appreciated by Lord Marshal. Sir Christ smiled at last.

Vice General Evans didn't get along with himself because this was his own speculation, which is the most fortunate thing.

If the other party goes against him, even if he is anxious, it will not help.

In fact, as long as the commander is slightly sensible, he will not fight on this issue.

As Adjutant General Evans said, there's nothing wrong with being careful.

If you make a mistake in judgment, at most you will work hard from top to bottom and run a little night.

But if it's because they're lazy and save trouble, if there is a bit of an accident on the grain road, then their responsibility will be great.

However, the actions of thousands of men and horses were not able to move at the sound of a greeting, and most of the hours had passed just to convey the order to rush overnight.

Sir Christ was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, turning back and forth, and the sense of foreboding in his heart was even stronger.

But he can't use this as a reason to urge Adjutant General Evans, not to mention, from the perspective of justice, the other party's speed of action is fast enough.

In the end, Sir Kleist still couldn't hold back and said to Adjutant General Evans: "The movement of the army is too slow after all, why don't the deputy general gather hundreds of elite soldiers and set off first, that is, to explore the way in front, and then connect with the grain transport team as soon as possible to understand the situation over there, after all, the guard of the grain transport team itself is not too bad, I am willing to be the vanguard of the deputy general and personally lead the team in front." ”

This suggestion really surprised Adjutant Evans, and he couldn't help but glance Sir Kleist up and down, as if he was getting acquainted with this person again, hesitated for dozens of seconds, and finally nodded and said: " The general is the commander, personally do this kind of path-finding thing, it is really a little condescending, originally I personally went out of the horse is the most suitable, but the general has just arrived, is not familiar with the upper and lower levels, rashly took over the affairs of the army, just afraid of a longer delay, so let's do it, I will be the most elite 800 people to the general to lead, I lead the rest in the back to sweep the tail, if it really encounters a war, the general only needs to hold on for an hour, I will inevitably lead the army to arrive. ”

"So much for the best. Kleist was overjoyed.

Today, Vice Admiral Evans was unexpectedly cheerful, and he was still worried that the other party would suspect him of sharing power and would not be willing to cooperate.

Now it seems that he is the heart of a villain and the belly of a gentleman, and when it comes to military affairs, the other party is still quite reasonable.

It would be much simpler to draw 800 elites from an army of 3,000.

In less than half an hour, Sir Kleist led the 800 Kingsley family elites on the road.

Able to live up to the Kingsley family's elite name, whether it is training intensity, elevation or equipment, it is second to none, and each of them is equipped with horses, although most of their mounts are the Kingsley family's own mountain horses, small in stature, stamina, and not very fast.

But a cavalry is a cavalry, and even if the speed is almost there, it is faster than running on two legs.

This really surprised Kleist again, this is equivalent to the mobile strength of this grain road escort army, all the mobile forces are withdrawn, which is particularly rare.

But this is exactly what he wanted, and he was afraid that the other party would mistakenly think that he had to make inches, so he didn't speak.

With this in mind, Sir Kleist did not talk more nonsense with Admiral Evans, and led the eight hundred Kingsley family cavalry to rush into the night, galloping all the way regardless of horsepower, wanting to verify the error of his guess as soon as possible.

Only in this way can you put your heart back in your stomach.

But it's always so mysterious.

Often the good is not good, the bad is not good.

Sir Kleist hurried to see the fire rising into the sky, a series of fires, like a long dragon, winding along the grain road, with no end in sight, countless Kingsley soldiers and farmers, headless flies, scurrying around.

Sir Kleist's hands and feet were cold, and his nightmare came true.

"What the hell is going on?who made the attack?when did it happen?what about the enemy?where is the enemy??," Sir Kleist snapped as he dragged a Kingsley soldier who looked like a junior officer.

"So many enemies, so many enemies, on all sides, an hour ago, no, half an hour ago, those people were wearing black armor and demon masks, they were soul-seeking ghosts from hell, yes, they were ghosts. The junior officer said incoherently.

During the entire attack, he was in a state of confusion, let alone finding out the number and appearance of the enemy.

At the beginning, the other party seemed to have only a few people, and after a while, it became dozens of people, and then rushed past him in waves.

With each wave, the fire becomes more vigorous, and those who try to resist and put out the fire fall in the next wave.

The officers and soldiers who dared to take the lead were all dead, and only they were the cowards who stuck their heads in the soil like ostriches.

It wasn't until there were no more enemies that they dared to get out of their hiding places.

However, by this time, the fire had completely spread, and there was no way to save it, so they could only watch as the food and supplies they had transported thousands of miles turned into ashes.

"Fool!" scolded, Sir Christ, and dragged past several Kingsley family guards in succession, with the same result.

During the whole process, they were so confused that the Kingsley family officers who dared to come out to organize resistance had already been sniped as soon as they appeared.

The only thing that is certain is that the individual combat effectiveness of these unknown enemies is powerful, and the equipment is equally well-equipped, and it is suspected that all of them have the strength of knights or above.

Ordinary soldiers are in front of them, and there is no enemy at all.

That's the only piece of useful news.

If all of them were knights, the number of enemies would never be too many.

"Chase!" Sir Christ gritted his teeth and gave the order to pursue.

Among the 800 elite cavalry of the Kingsley family led by him, there were at least hundreds of regular knights, and it was not without the strength to fight.

However, out of prudence, a dozen horsemen were sent back to inform Adjutant General Evans.

Sir Christer did not understand the state of mind on which he had given such an order.

Is it to be loyal to Grand Duke Barker?

I still don't want to retreat like I did last time, exacerbating my psychological shadow and deepening the nightmare that follows me like a shadow.

Perhaps the latter is more likely.

He wanted to see what tricks the Eternal Night Leader could pull off this time.

But chasing it all the way, the more I looked, the more frightened I became.

The Kingsley family's grain transportation line was not unguarded, and one by one the assembly bases were blocked with carts transporting supplies and turned into natural camps.

These camps did not have the slightest effect on the enemy.

If one or two camps are captured in a short period of time, it will be a bit terrible if there are more than a dozen camps in a row, all of which are this virtue.

Sir Kleist began to doubt his speculation with trepidation, could it be that the army of the Eternal Night had touched it?

Although no one had proved to Sir Kleist that it was the Eternal Night Leader who attacked the Kingsley family's grain line, Sir Kleist was already extremely firm in his heart that this was what the Eternal Night Commander did.

Because the crocodile people did not have such strong organizational skills, they did not find a single corpse and a wounded person on the other side along the way.

It's not that the other party is strong enough to be intact in the face of the Kingsley family's counterattack, but that the corpses and injuries were all taken away by their companions.

This also fully shows how easy they are in the whole process, and even calculate this point.

The Night Leopard Marines, who had terrified Sir Kleist, had now rolled to the maximum and reached their biggest obstacle - the camp of the Kingsley Family Grain Line Guard.

This is an elite group of 5,000 Kingsley families, who sit in the middle of the grain line, moving with the large army.

With Eagle Communication, they can adapt to the situation and protect the entire material transportation line.

Calculations are not at home.

But the plan of the Eternal Night Warlord is more targeted.

In front of Sean's aerial reconnaissance, their layout is nowhere to be hidden.

A coordinated snowball of the Night Leopard Marine Corps, with only 300 people, broke through the material transport team that was more than ten kilometers long, and most of the materials were burned.

In fact, at the end of the day, although the Night Leopard Marines cut off their summons Mountain Eagle, the Kingsley family's grain line guard was still in action.

After all, the sky-high fire that stretched out was something that anyone who wasn't a fool could see.

But the strange thing is that this grain line escort did not rush out to rescue, but stuck to the camp.

This frustrated the Night Leopard Marines' follow-up plans.

Originally, they also wanted to lure the snake out of the hole, and then in their weakest place, they would smack the cold and smack.

Barry, who has been promoted to the captain of the first brigade of the Night Leopard Marine Corps, touched the secret weapon he carried with him, and said a little unwillingly: "There must be demons when things go wrong, in this case, they refuse to move, there must be something more important in the camp that needs to be guarded by them, why don't we rush and blow them up?"

"It doesn't mean much other than increasing the probability of casualties among the brothers. Dicron shook his head and rejected Captain Barry's proposal, "What's more, news came from behind that an enemy reinforcement had arrived ahead of schedule. ”

"So fast?" said Captain Barry in surprise, "Could it be that our whereabouts have been revealed?"

"It should be just a coincidence. Dicron looked at the camp in the distance, and vaguely guessed that they had inadvertently knocked down a large fish, but their numbers were too small.

It's okay to pull out the previous small stronghold with mental calculation or unintentionality, and rush into this well-defended camp, which is to smash stones with iron eggs, and even if it succeeds, it will suffer heavy casualties.

Although Dicron had not been the commander-in-chief of the Night Leopard Marine Corps for a long time, he had already thoroughly understood the concept of this unit.

This elite team is not used like this.

Even if the Kingsley family's supreme commander of the Eastern Army, Akmesser, was on the other side, if he exchanged the entire Night Leopard Marines, Sean would not agree.

Thinking of this, Dicron subconsciously looked up at the sky, although he couldn't see anything, he knew that someone was watching them.

The Eternal Night Commander now has absolute air supremacy, and for this kind of adventurous night attack, Sean of course has to ride a black collar to carry out aerial reconnaissance support to ensure safety.

After all, this is deep behind enemy lines, and news is crucial.

At the beginning, the Walled City Alliance wanted to implement the decapitation tactic against the Eternal Night military leaders who had not yet developed.

As a result, he fell into the trap of the Eternal Night Lord, and most of the high-level leaders were wiped out, and then collapsed, and was finally swallowed up by the Eternal Night Lord.

Sean didn't want to follow in their footsteps.

Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived.

Before Dicklon's thoughts had turned, Sean had already appeared in front of them silently.

Captain Barry's expression changed slightly: "Lord Lord, why did you come down? It's dangerous here, hurry back, let's say okay, you are only responsible for aerial reconnaissance, not for direct combat." ”

People are not comparative, do not know precious.

Ever since Sean had made a trip to Valesta, the Eternal Night Leader had come to realize from top to bottom that this lord, who usually seemed useless and didn't make any decisions, was their indispensable backbone.

Baby's energy, then it's not enough.