Chapter 9: Courage and Foolishness
After studying the elven head and handing it over to the Sakurolan, Zimir began a larger offensive to capture the Elven court in Scotland. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info
In this way, the Welsh lunar elves lost their brains. The Celtic elves of Ireland will also be isolated.
The reason for the army was to punish the elves for their expulsion of the Scottish people.
The millions of human refugees from Scotland were indeed difficult for the nobles of the southern Sauroran to deal with, so Zimir had more support from them in this name, at least they would not hold him back.
Zimere led his army towards Scotland, where he first divided his army into three parts, and in the midst of successive victories, the army gradually converged, which had some effect on supplies.
Victory is everywhere, but defeat is hidden behind the joy of victory.
Zimir's offensive actions were initially opposed by the Eagle Banner Bearer, but his opinion was not respected. Impatience drove him away, and ordered him not to question, but to learn complete obedience.
Is it necessary to obey orders even if they are wrong? At least in the Goliath tradition, there is absolutely nothing to question.
After all, the Goliaths have always believed that courage comes from pride, pride always comes from glory, and all glory comes from tradition.
"Misfortune finally struck, and I came into the world empty-handed, only to die with a heinous sin" – the last words of the desperate Goliath Legion Commander Nesse before committing suicide after being surrounded by the Roman army during the Battle of Thrace.
Now this warning that has been passed down for thousands of years can also be applied to Zimiel, and misfortune has finally struck, and his army has been lost in the forests of Scotland, facing constant harassment from the elves along the way.
Several corpses were being buried by the Goliaths, but while they were still being buried, arrows burst out of the woods and hit the necks, spurting blood and dying.
Another terrible attack, and the elven arrows took some important lives.
According to tradition, the person who buries a soldier in the field can only be the commander of their own team or their own flag regiment or even their own legion, and if an ordinary soldier dies in battle, his captain will naturally bury him, and the captain will be the commander of the flag regiment if he dies in battle, and then if the commander of the flag regiment dies in battle, the commander of the regiment will bury it himself.
These elves seem to know this, and they are specifically going to attack the commanders at the grassroots level. This undoubtedly threw the army into disarray.
For the Goliaths, everything was so uncomfortable.
The elves are elusive, and if they are not careful, they will suddenly kill some of the leaders, or simply frighten these fierce and brutal Goliaths, making them angry but helpless, and their morale is constantly declining.
Even at this moment, they were already very vigilant, and the elves would continue to emerge from the forest, giving them great psychological shock with precise arrows.
People are killed every day, and elven attacks at night are even more deadly: they manipulate the poisonous insects and trees of the forest to kill the army.
As a last resort, the Goliaths had no choice but to choose a flat place to build one or several wooden forts and arrange defensive enchantments whenever they went to a place. In case of a sneak attack by the elves at night.
Zimiel still hadn't made the decision to retreat, and he was still planning to hold on at this point. The troops were also ordered to cut down some trees and use them to make some wooden arrows. Therefore, the Goliaths, after marching and building wooden forts, could not rest, and took advantage of the opportunity of the day to make all kinds of arrows, and the sound of cutting wood was always heard in their camp.
He soon regretted not retreating in time.
For the elves have confirmed by their actions a saying that is often on the lips of the dwarves: it is difficult for the armies of other races caught in the forest to defeat them, the sons of the forest.
In war, if the noise seems to disappear out of thin air, it is the most terrible situation for the soldiers and commanders who are caught in the middle of it, either in a trap or in a deep siege.
The Goliaths are like that. In the midst of the violent thunderstorm, they found themselves surrounded by a silent surrounding—surrounded by countless elves.
Looking at the elves with no end in sight, if it were someone else, they would think that a desperate situation had come, they would lose their calm and sanity, and become crazy, because they were already desperate, so fear, and fear brought anger.
However, in the eyes of almost any military master, it can be regarded as a situation of deep despair. Zimir, never despairing, the blood of the samurai burned.
He was a firm believer in the majesty of silence, and he remained expressionless, cold, sensible, and cruel in the presence of his soldiers.
This samurai, who has been crisscrossing the Mediterranean and the coast of southern Europe for nearly a decade, has received countless honors and praises as an army commander, and has gone from a young recruit to a general known for his cruelty and cunning, and it didn't take long compared to some of his colleagues.
He had his own faith, and he and his soldiers were fearless even in the face of an enemy ten times their size. In the minds of his fearless and brutal soldiers, in the minds of their men, the belief that every order he gave brought everyone one step closer to victory was unwavering even in these grim circumstances.
What's more, the present is different from the past, the present Goliath has returned to the great martial arts of the past Abivian era, and it is just a group of wild elves in the Europa Forest, and it will not cause any psychological deterrence to the high-spirited and high-minded arrogant soldiers, even if their elusive fighting orders are not suitable for the Goliaths who are used to arranging troops to fight.
But they were Goliaths, and in the old days they were also a group of people who hunted on horseback on the steppe.
In Roman times.
At that time, the people who lived on the grassland, even if they were isolated in the heavy snow, could find their tribe with instinct and tenacious desire to survive, even if it was death, they had to die in the advance, at that time, the corpses of people had never been able to remain peaceful and calm, and they were struggling on horseback before they died, and they were frozen into ice sculptures together with their war horses and died.
When the ancient samurai fought in an ambush with the enemy, they did not wait for the enemy to approach or give orders, and even if they were frozen to death, no one would stand up alone.
So in the end, this guerrilla warfare method of the elves also awakened the ancient blood in their bodies—a kind of wolf pack spirit, revenge before death. They swore that even if they all died here, they would pay the elves.
"Bang la la, bang la la", the rain fell from the sky, Zimiel had just finished his lookout, he walked back to the makeshift barracks from the distant mountains, and now every corner of his body was sending a message of damp labor pain to his nerves.
Zimier's whole body was soaked with heavy rain, and the rain burrowed through the cracks in his armor to all corners of his body, and the light military cotton clothes could not stop the damp and cold feeling at all, and he was very uncomfortable now.
However, his body soon emitted a black light, and after a few moments, he no longer felt any discomfort.
At this time, Zimier's heart is like a rainy day here, gloomy and unpredictable.
Although he had long expected the difficulty of attacking in such a mountainous terrain overgrown with 'huge trees that covered the sky'. But at that time, because I believed in victory, I didn't expect it to be so difficult to win.
He never forgot that it was he who gave the order to march and sent the army deep into the forest.
He looked around, and kept thinking about the hardships of these days in his mind.
The terrain is complex and supplies are difficult to transport, the army is slow to advance on rugged mountain roads, because there is an endless forest sea everywhere, it is very easy to be attacked and harassed by the other party, because the opponent is an elf, it is impossible to expect them to help humans, and it is difficult to find a guide in the local area, but he did not expect that he would be played by a group of elves who have long since declined to live a savage life in the forest.
The elves were just constantly sneaking up, surprise attacking, luring ambushes, or attacking the logistics convoys of Zimier's army, and that alone was enough to keep his army from doing more.
In this regard, he could only sigh with a sigh.
Now the Goliaths have run out of food, but fortunately, the Goliaths have a tradition of self-reliance, and everyone in their army is a sharpshooter, even those who do not hold bows and arrows. In the raid and battle, their fierce military style was undoubtedly revealed, and they were even more angry and more crazy.
Today's Goliath soldiers often shout Long Live Your Majesty at the moment of battle, which actually shows that their situation is not good, because according to the habit of the Goliath army, only when the battlefield is in a desperate situation, they will generally shout Long Live Your Majesty or some other slogan, which is also a sign of desperation.
Zimir, not despairing, but feeling weak. Because of the fierce battle, he always rushed to the front according to tradition. His physical exertion is very serious, and the most important thing is to maintain the strength of the martial artist, and it cannot be recovered because the elf casts magic and seals the energy in the air. Although the warrior has always emphasized that power comes from himself, it can be confirmed at this time that such words are inaccurate.
But a commander must at least show momentary confidence in the presence of his soldiers, perhaps sensing that his authority is slowly declining, and he gathers the whole army together as much as possible, and then stands in front of a makeshift podium—a place where one can stand, a few stones.
"The pouring rain could not stop the warriors from trying to build up their deeds, and our hearts were like deserts, and the rain just moistened our parched hearts. Come, soldiers, I promise here once again that as long as we are victorious, when we go back, there will be merit and honor!
Money and wine, flowers and beautiful women, not one is indispensable.
And the highest honor of the samurai, we will be summoned, and then someone will inscribe our deeds on ancient stone tablets, and our names will be remembered until a thousand years from now, even if not the good name of saints, the crimes of demons are enough to make us famous through the ages, and we cannot be looked at with admiration, and the eyes of the vanquished are not bad with fear and hatred.
When the time comes, we will die and be judged by the gods together, and we will still be brothers in one legion, I am your legion commander, and you are my soldiers!"
Zimiel stood among all the soldiers, and although it was still raining heavily, the soldiers did not make any noise in the rain, and as his voice grew hoarse, the soldiers' emotions grew feverish.
"Long live your majesty! long live your majesty!" shouted the samurai, armed with two-handed swords or one-handed swords, while the heavy archers remained silent for a while before suddenly chanting with all the cavalry:
"Tradition is glory!"
Zimiel suddenly felt that perhaps victory could be achieved in this war, which was almost completely lost, and he cried out: "Victory belongs to the brave, courage comes from pride, and victory requires courage rather than pride. ”
"Long live the Fascist Eagle Banner!" pride can't be put down here, let the elves pay!" all the soldiers shouted.
The eagle flag is a symbol and glory of the supremacy of the army, while fascism is a name, it is a symbol of power and violence in ancient times.
The Goliaths would have an eagle banner in each of their legions, and a special Eagle Banner Bearer to carry the Eagle Banner.
Each eagle flag is a work of art, the flagpole is made of dense gold, the flag is woven with the most gorgeous silk, and the top of the flagpole will also create different decorative markers according to the characteristics of the legion, the common ones are centaurs, unicorns, dragons, etc., and there are also triangular spires as the top decoration of the flagpole.
The 12 eagle banners of Goliath's most honorable were each held by the nobles of the eight major clans, and the remaining four were directly controlled by the emperor.
The emperor was also elected from one of the eight clans, so in fact the emperor should have five sides, but since the time of Sura Abi, the royal family has split from his original clan and has become a line of its own, and the Goliaths have also accepted this situation, after all, at the beginning, that is, before the era of Abiwei, the royal blood did not belong to any of the eight clans, but later only the female blood remained, so it had to maintain the continuation of the bloodline with the male alliance of the eight clans.
In this way, the extra banner ten years ago was returned to its original clan from the emperor by the council.
The flag was important to the Goliaths, so Zimiel used the glory of the flag to motivate the soldiers, and in the end he made the difficult decision: "Retreat, my brothers." "Lonely and unforgiving.
The soldiers were dumbfounded, not expecting that the war they had worked so hard for so long would be like this, and they still shouted: "Pride cannot be given up just now." ”
Zimir seemed deflated, and his voice was low: "Withdraw, my brothers. ”
"We do not accept the shame of defeat, let us die here, and our souls will eventually return to the Supreme Temple, long live the supreme darkness, our lord Andua is the great!"
Then, those who didn't know what was going on because they were far away also shouted in a sound that was almost like the roar of a beast.
Zimir's face was expressionless, the sword in his hand was lightly slashed, and the hundreds of soldiers in the front row were all cut off horizontally, and he continued: "Retreat." ”
Silence, silence, only the sound of flags waving.
And just like that, in silence, they went.
The army charged, not for victory, but only to flee for its life.
The elves finally clenched their fists, and they closed their nets, and countless elves began to rush towards the wide open door of the wooden castle, and more elves kept popping up from the forest......
Accompanied by a symphony of "crackling" from the rain in Britain and the leaves of the forest, the elves temporarily sent away the cruel and ruthless people, and under the charge of the Goliaths, the elves failed to destroy them, but completely damaged them.
The Goliath hoplites were killed in large numbers, many by elven arrows, their armor unable to protect their eyes from arrows.
Even the skeleton light cavalry was able to break through the layers of encirclement by wearing heavy armor, and in the end they lost half of them, and the elven swordsmen who were blessed by the war sacrifice were the ones who caused their casualties.
Zimier's army entered the forest with a bang, and then retreated in unison.
From then on, the appearance of the Goliath soldiers retreating from the forest in a disfigured but seemingly orderly manner may have been sung by the fishermen and sailors of Sakura.
Zimiel was secretly saddened in the harbor of Sauroran, and his sad and stern eyes kept staring at the sword in his hand.
Unexpectedly, he Zimiel almost fell into the hands of the elves in the end.
On the frontal battlefield, there were two columns of troops, and the invincible Zimil who charged into battle to attack the city was defeated by a group of elves hiding in the mountains and forests.
The surviving Goliath soldiers also watched in silence as their commanders kept cursing at the envoys of the military headquarters, "These filthy, savage, ugly, indecent, shameless elves! Their nails are as dirty as the sorcerer's toes, their teeth are old and yellow, their noses are as ugly as the cunning Hebrews, they are a hundred times worse than the Hebrew Judas, these most wicked fellows of this century!"
Finally, a Goliath Flag Captain said, "The elves are very good-looking." But he was quickly stopped by several other flag commanders.
The people in the military department were originally very angry about being humiliated by the elves this time, but when they heard these words, their attitude immediately changed, and he walked to the room where Zimir was, and said to him bluntly: "It seems that it is because they are too cunning, not your relationship. ”
"Yes, they are too cunning, my soldiers and I are not used to their tactics, we have to make a new plan, originally I planned to directly attack the elven royal court, but I couldn't find their royal court at all, but I was constantly humiliated in the land of mountains and forests. ”
Zimir said this, and at the same time inadvertently stuffed something to the other party, which seemed to be some treasure seized from the elves.
The military envoy quickly took it with his hand, and as a result, he immediately frowned, because his palm was burned. Feeling it carefully, it seemed to be a calm power like moonlight, but the majesty in it made him uncomfortable, "This is the priest's badge, and it also exudes a great power, haha, the gods really exist? I mean they are not all gone, there were no miracles a long time ago, since the Greeks did not have the support of their gods, all the people have not felt the power of the gods, so the priest has lost his power, has not he? Now it seems that the gods still exist, so the priest is not ...... This discovery is perhaps more important than the conquest of the elves. ”
Zimir muttered, "There are still fools who question the existence of gods? It seems that only Jupiter has disappeared, maybe the gods of the elves have not disappeared, even gods like Jupiter have not disappeared, they have all gone to other worlds, damn it, who knows." Before Europa encountered all kinds of strange things, I thought that magic was the end of all mysteries. But the power of the gods is obviously stronger, isn't it? My army has been met with a terrible force, which is more powerful than magic and qi. ”
The messenger immediately suggested: "Originally, the best way to rebel against these bandits rampant in the mountains and forests is to form a small group of mobile and flexible elite troops, replace large-scale battles with fragmented battles, and defeat them little by little, but it seems that we should fight a magical battle with the elves, the enemy has a strong mysterious power does not mean anything, it may not be the power of the gods, and if the gods do exist, then everything we believe in must also exist." ”
"Your best method is only suitable for skirmishes of less than 1,000 men, and you don't need to use magic to defeat the enemy, but I agree with your statement that 'it may not be the power of the gods', maybe my lord's power is stronger. Zimiel said, and then he said, "Let's end the discussion of the gods, we will now discuss tactics, I believe that the gods of the elves exist, but they will not pose any threat to mortals, don't we also have the Supreme Blessing, the affairs of the gods will be troubled by the gods, and we mortals will only think about the things that mortals can solve."
The military envoy smiled, "If the Holy Sect's Inquisition is still there, you will be sentenced to be burned at the stake, but I also think we should discuss something useful." ”
"Aren't skeleton hussars okay?" the messenger asked after a moment of silence.
Zimir nodded and said, "It's difficult to give full play to their flexible characteristics in that environment, because the magic of the elves is more powerful, not to mention the druids, the magic of the elves and the forest are naturally one, and I was also assassinated by the elves who claimed to be the children of the forest." ”
The messenger said, "Magic can only be defeated by magic, and maybe you need me." As he said this, a terrifying power appeared in the palm of his hand, and the surrounding elements began to restless, "Maybe I can use the spirit storm to destroy the will of the forest." The messenger suggested.
"You're here to support me...... This is what the military department means. Zimir asked, uncertain.
"No, it's just a mage's voluntary act, and I'd love to see how powerful the elves are. ”
"Forgive me for not agreeing, you know, the relationship between the Praetorian Guard and the military department. Zimir stretched out his hand and said helplessly: "Very nervous." ”
"No one can refuse the kindness of the Magic Praetorian Guard from the Qom Palace, and besides, I represent the military department today, and I am their messenger......" "But it is because of you that the original Sakura Province has become the Sakura Roran Autonomous Province. You don't want to see a magical shrine of academic freedom continue to exist in the republic, and you'd rather cut it off from the body of the state!"
"Calm down, child, there is no point in arguing, since you don't want to, I don't force it, but you must know that the power of magic is unpredictable, and both the god of war and the council have compromised with us, so that everything here has become full of order, you know? Hmph, it turns out that this is just a gathering place for some madmen. Haha, you can't defeat the elves alone. The messenger said slowly.
"Since we can't talk about it, forget it, let's go back. The envoy wanted to wait for a while, but as if he had suddenly received some news, he tore the space and left as he spoke.
Eventually, the envoy from the military headquarters left, leaving behind Zimir, who had actually thought of a solution.
In the shadow of the candlelight, he began to write on the paper with a pen stained with blue ink, and he gradually came up with a new method, or a new tactic, in his mind.
A race that claims to be elfs, with pointy ears and a sissy.
Some of them wore brown cloaks mixed with dead grass and fallen leaves, and armed with magic swords and precision longbows, and were extremely skilled in swordsmanship and archery.
From the intelligence, the Goliaths could judge and conclude that the elves inhabited the forests of Wales and Scotland were vast.
As for how much, it can only be said that it is not less than a million.
It seems that Zimir still has a long way to go before he can completely defeat his opponent.