Unlike Joseph, the commander of the Moritz regiment of the Northern Battalion was born into the old aristocratic Brezhnev family of Muscovy and was a real top nobleman.

Therefore, he has both the cold and stern of a soldier, and the arrogance and elegance peculiar to nobles. Of course, compared with Joseph, he also has a richer way of kingship. This makes him in the entire Frass Legion, the popularity and control are far from being comparable to Joseph's.

As for Joseph's attendant, when he was in a crisis, he could think of taking Joseph to Moritz because Joseph was Moritz's playmate and attendant when he was young. The two had a good relationship until Joseph was successfully promoted to knight and entered the army, which forced them to separate.

And when he learned about Joseph's promotion, Moritz was very happy for his friends. He also vaguely heard that Joseph's troops were very thorny and did not obey Joseph's command. However, he never thought that because of this reason, it would lead to such a big defeat of this childhood friend, even to the point where he didn't even know the whereabouts of life and death at this moment.

Therefore, for the defeated soldiers in front of him who fled to him, he felt disgust and hatred from the bottom of his heart.

According to his intentions, he would like to shoot these bastards himself to avenge his brother. But no, he couldn't do that. For he was not only Joseph's brother, but also the commander of the entire northern battalion. He had to consider the feelings of his soldiers.

If he really did that, the soldiers would inevitably die of grief, and they would inevitably leave the impression in their hearts that he was a mean and unkind commander. Then further centrifugal detachment, eventually likely to become the second Joseph.

But the fact that he could not kill these abominable soldiers did not mean that he would easily believe them and forgive them. The soldier's intuition made him always feel that Joseph's defeat would not be as simple as the soldier in front of him said. Especially, when he noticed that the soldier in front of him seemed to have some very different equipment.

"Are you saying that you failed because of your infighting, which led to being caught off guard by the Tatars?" he asked with a grim gaze looking up and down Olisses, and his voice did not rise or fall.

Olisses bowed his head and said, "That's right. Although everyone later knew that they were wrong, and they also wanted to regroup and fight the enemy, but the disparity between the numbers was huge, and the general trend had gone, and it was really powerless. ”

Moritz's eyes were uninterested, as if he hadn't heard his confession, just watched him quietly and didn't speak. This kind of silent suppression is more frightening than the fury of thunder, and Olisses is also a heart in his throat, and there is a slight sweat on his forehead.

"Soldier, you're lying. Half-loud, Moritz suddenly said lightly. As soon as these words fell into Olisses' ears, he couldn't help but be startled. Fortunately, he had made sufficient preparations beforehand, so he was able to remain calm.

"No, I didn't, God testifies. Your Excellency, I don't understand what you mean, why do you say that?" he raised his head, a look of grievance and anger on his face.

Moritz smiled coldly, slowly stood up, walked in front of him and circled around him twice. When the anger on his face became more and more intense, a suspicion suddenly flashed in his eyes, and then he said lightly: "Then, soldier, tell me, since you were defeated in that hasty situation, how can you explain that you can still make yourself so well-equipped." Well, what is this? With a round shield with a sharp blade, how come I don't remember that the principality had such equipment? Soldier, can you tell me what is going on?"

His eyes shone like a viper, and he stared at Olisses with a gloomy look, and he was sure that no one could escape his observation under his gaze.

Olisses did chuckle in his heart, secretly regretting his negligence. This set of blades and shields was given to them by their beloved master, and it became a natural habit for every Thress warrior to be close to him even when he slept. Unexpectedly, at this time, it became the most conspicuous flaw.

However, he was a man of great courage after all, and the panic at the beginning was only a flash of time, and he thought of the words of response in a flash of lightning.

"This is not our regular equipment, it is Tatar. As for the fact that it will appear on us, and that we are so well equipped, have you forgotten, sir, that we ambushed a small group of Tatar nobles and captured their leader. And all this equipment was obtained from them. You know, from Dongdaying to here, you have to pass through hundreds of miles of empty grassland. And this damn place, it's not so peaceful, we need weapons, and we'll equip ourselves as much as we can with any weapon that allows us to protect ourselves. He raised his head and said with a slight excitement.

This time, he played the role of a lieutenant, which must not only meet the anxiety of a soldier, but also have the corresponding qualities of a mid- and low-level officer in the army. This kind of scale is very delicate in acting, but it is obvious that Olisses, who has been with Sumo for a long time, has made rapid progress and has grasped this heat very well.

Moritz's doubts loosened a little again, and he began to waver in his doubts. Originally, there were only twenty or thirty people from the other side, and there were two seriously wounded among them, and indeed there were seven or eight prisoners in Tatar attire. The captives looked like squishheads, and even some of them had wet crotches, which was obviously scared to pee.

How could such a person be a spy? Moritz believed in his own eyes and could see that those people were by no means pretending, but were really afraid of being bad.

Besides, even if they were pretended, with only twenty or thirty of them, they could still turn the sky in their own camp of 2,000 people? That would be a great underestimation of him.

But even so, he still insisted on asking one last question. "Why are you coming to my side, after all, it would be closer to the main camp of Lord Marquis. Ha, don't talk nonsense about admiring my name for a long time, if you think I'm so foolish, I'll make you pay enough. ”

Olisses breathed a sigh of relief that he was relieved to be able to close the loophole just now. As for the latter question, they had expected it long before they came, and they had already rehearsed it many times.

"No, Your Excellency Legion Commander, actually, we didn't know it would end up with you. He said with a bit of dejection, a look of shame on his face.

"You know, we failed, we failed. We can't find our corps commander anymore, and we can't find our superiors. When the Tatars poured in like ants, all our structures were disrupted. At that time, there were enemies on all sides, especially the retreat to the rear, which had long been cut off. We didn't dare to go that way, so we had to try to kill where there were fewer people. In the beginning, we had hundreds of brothers together, but now, we ......," he said, with a look of extreme pain on his face, and his voice was a little choked to speak.

Moritz stared at him intensely, paying attention to every detail of his face, and even when he heard him say such a miserable situation, his eyes did not waver for a moment.

"Go on, soldier, keep talking. While I empathize with and regret what happened to you, I am still curious about how you managed to catch those Tatar nobles in this situation. Oh, and I beg your pardon, though it's a bit out of place, but I insist on hearing you describe it again. ”

Olisses' eyes shrank as he covered his face. For the Rakshasa man in front of him, who was calm to the point of coldness, the vigilance in his heart reached the extreme.

They had been taught that interrogating the same question over and over again and then comparing them for inconsistencies was a clever way to interrogate them. And the current leader of the Rakshasa people is obviously proficient in this technique.

He calmed down with sadness, silently recalled the last words in his heart, then put down his hand, took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Okay, as you wish, Your Excellency." As I reported to you earlier, the reason why these Tatar nobles were caught was actually a coincidence. After we ran out, we were tired and afraid, so we could only try to hide in the mountains and forests. Finally, I found a small valley sheltered from the wind, and wanted to take a break, and then we discussed where to go. But just as we were resting, we spotted a cavalry of Tatars approaching us. Oh my God, sir, you know, we were terrified. Really, we thought it was the pursuers catching up again. You know, we're not afraid to fight, but it's foolish to sacrifice senselessly. In our situation at that time, except for half of the people who still had weapons in their hands, many of them did not even have a wooden stick, so in such a situation, we did not even have half a chance of winning against the pursuers.......

Moritz frowned slightly, a flash of impatience flashing in his ice-blue eyes. He listened carefully, and at least for now, there was no problem with this guy's words. But perhaps it was really too much of a blow, and in his description this time, there was a lot more nonsense, nagging like a rapping sparrow, which made Moritz have a tyrannical mood that began to rise.

Keenly aware of his emotions, Moritz took a deep breath, forced himself to suppress this emotion, and returned to his calm state again, nodding slightly, motioning for Olisses to continue.

Olisses seemed to calm down a little, and continued: "We hid, yes, we flinched shamefully. But we didn't run away immediately, and there was no possibility of us running the horses in the open grassland outside. If you run away at that time, you can only become prey under the arrows of the Tatars. ”

"God forbid, ....... when we finally found out that the man who came was not the pursuer, it was a ....... feeling," Olisses said, his mood rising visibly, his hands gesturing, and spat splattering.

Moritz frowned in disgust, took a few steps back quietly, sat down behind the table, and slowly sipped the tea bowl.

Olisses stared directly at the tea bowl in his hand, his throat making a swallowing motion. There was also a slight hesitation on his face, as if he wanted to say something.

Moritz lowered his eyelids and secretly despised him in his heart, but then he raised his eyes to look at him again, and his face softened slightly: "Dear sir, please speak as clearly and concisely as possible. In that case, I think you'll be back for a delicious dinner soon. ”

Olisses had a look of smuggling on his face, but he quickly adjusted again, nodded yes, and said, "That's it, we found out that they are not pursuers, and their vigilance is very low. So they set up an ambush, and when they were unprepared, they attacked suddenly, and after paying the heavy wounds of two brothers, finally took down these damned barbarians. It was only after that that it finally became known that they still had a large army and were preparing to continue the attack on the great Moscow. These damned infidels, savage primitives, they all deserve to go to hell! yes, to hell, I curse them......"

Olisses said hatefully, and then cursed repeatedly. Moritz's eyes flashed with disdain and mockery again, but the next moment he suddenly woke up, and Huo stood up.

And to continue the attack? Where is the attack? The eastern camp has already been breached, and these Tatar nobles have been captured from a very close place to their side, so their target is ......

Moritz's face suddenly became extremely difficult to look at.