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It will take quite some time for Moulton's own forces to take over the control of the entire Skaloa, and it will take quite some time to get back to work without dissidents, and during this time, you really can't expect too much, as the saying goes, freezing three feet is not a day's cold. After all the twists and turns in recent years, he can still smoothly grasp the power and not give up the entire country to others in his own generation, which has made Morton feel secretly pinched in a cold sweat.

But his life and death are all small things, there are many important things on top of his head, all kinds of big events can be completed, he really has nothing to regret, but things are far from going as smoothly as he expected, although he finally took over Scaloa after a turning point, but he is fair to say that he is not at all confident that he can save Scaloa from Sunderland.

Forget about the rest, even if Scarloa is still destroyed in the end, he can go to hell without any burden, and he can meet his old friends and talk about the last part of his life or something, a guy like himself will definitely not go to heaven after death, anyway, there are no acquaintances in heaven, there is nothing to go.

But there was one thing that made Morton uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than his own efforts for so many years and his failure to save Scarloa - to be honest, he himself only really recognized the technical gap after actually leading his troops to fight the people of Sunderland, which made him feel disheartened for a while. According to his character, this is simply impossible, and it has always been his style to be able to master it at all times, and it has always been that way.

It wasn't until Morton let his daughter break into the battle that he began to really find it extremely uncomfortable.

I was so helpless that I needed to involve my daughter too.

Although her lovely daughter is far from being an ordinary girl now, it doesn't matter at all, the important thing is that she is her only daughter.

In any case, whether the sneak attack succeeded or failed, Moulton himself thought that as long as Carlil came back well, and even if Carlil returned to the rear unharmed, he would always be uncomfortable because of this incident.

Probably out of self-blame, out of self-blame as a father.

It's a pity that the situation is so urgent now, I can't allow myself to put down three points of personal feelings, what can be played is what needs to be played, otherwise it is not only my daughter who is sorry.

Although most of them, all of them are not as important as their daughters.

Morton and Angus led a group of soldiers to rush to the Ice Goddess Fortress day and night, and immediately dispatched after a very simple rest, and even directly gave up the defense in the direction of Icefield City in the first time, betting that Carlil's sneak attack would successfully slow down the opponent's pace, and he directly invested the troops that could be mobilized at the moment to snipe the Senderland troops who bypassed from the southwest, and the two sides slowly retreated after a few rounds of alternation, and at the same time divided their troops to start garrisoning in the direction of Icefield City.

In terms of effect, it is a little better than expected, although the equipment is poor, but the warriors are not as big as the armor on their bodies, and a group of blood-soaked warriors forcibly dragged the footsteps of the main force of Sunderland.

"If there were enough people, it wouldn't be like this." Morton is also stationed under the snow mountain in the camp, although the defense line is fighting and retreating, but fortunately, the speed is not fast, so it can still be held in the Ice and Snow Goddess Fortress, it is just a matter of how much to lose.

Loss...... Losses are a big problem now!

The number of teams attacking by Sunderland was not much more than the team that Morton was carrying now, but the battle damage was simply one heaven and one earth, and the advantage of equipment difference was completely reflected in the results, which made Morton taste a lot of suffering.

Tonight, the defensive line will also shrink back as planned.

Morton sat alone in the tent, his hands triangular propped on the table, his hands covering his mouth, and the tent door curtain was open, allowing Morton to clearly see the night scene outside and the other tents, as well as the light of the fire dancing on the torches.

On the table was a yellowed map, on which were drawn several arrows and lines of various kinds, each arrow representing the team had long been familiar to me, but after deducing, I couldn't help but write and draw on it, and the arc representing the layers of defense lines was finally marked with a red cross except for the last one.

According to this rhythm, probably tomorrow my camp will have to move to the rear, depending on the situation, if the other party attacks faster, I can almost directly collect troops and retreat to the Ice and Snow Goddess Fortress.

And retreating to the Ice and Snow Goddess means that all the delays in the early stage are over, and he has pressed all his chips on the Ice and Snow Goddess Fortress, if this place is lost, it directly means that the passage to the territory is opened, and Sunderland drives straight in, and it is really difficult to defend.

"Why is there no one tonight?" Angus walked in from outside the tent and asked Morton a casual question, although it was a question, but there was no doubt in his tone.

"There's nothing more to say, let them all go down"

Moulton stared out of the tent with his eyes gradually coming back to his senses, focusing his two gazes on Angus.

This guy was in charge of directly leading a unit on the front line, directing the battle along with several other noble chiefs, and now that Angus was in his tent, it directly meant that their troops had completed the contraction of the last predetermined line of defense.

"Hmm" Angus nodded and said: "The front can still withstand it, but I don't know why, today's attack is unusually fierce, compared to the previous two days, both sides have suffered more losses." ”

Angus also changed the white dress he usually wore and wore a full set of silver armor instead, but this set of armor looked much simpler, and the helmet was not as tightly wrapped, which made people doubt its protective effect. And the black cloak draped behind him is full of decorative effects.

"yes, got it." Morton was a little indifferent, and this was not special news. There is a reason why Sunderland will suddenly increase the attack, and it is true, but there is no reason to guess at the time of his own side.

He glanced at Angus again and asked, "How big is the loss?" ”

"It's acceptable." Angus didn't bother to carefully count those detailed battle damage reports, if he wanted this kind of thing, he just asked the people below to submit a copy, and now this matter was managed by himself, and Morton just needed to know the situation.

"According to the plan, all of them will be evacuated backwards tomorrow," Morton said, "There has been no report of enemy attacks in the direction of Icefield City, and considerable damage can be minimized." ”

"Oh?" Morton became a little interested, he raised his eyebrows and said, "If you say that......"

"Well, Karil's side, it was a success."

Morton said with a slight nod.

There are not many troops on their side who are temporarily marching out, and the follow-up backup has to wait for a long time, and the situation is not very optimistic, because of the lack of manpower, it is difficult for Angus to hold their positions steadily, in order to avoid excessive losses, when the offensive is more fierce, they have to reduce the defense line a little bit to avoid being excessively consumed of vital forces.

This made Angus very unhappy, and it was impossible to grasp the advantage.

"So you should be on your way back now, right?"

Angus said, his tone a little more relaxed than when he came, and he sat casually in the chair next to him, his armor making a crisp crash.

"Well, but I don't know when I will be able to return, when you go back, let your subordinates pay attention, remember to respond to any situation, don't be reluctant to soldier, in terms of ability, you are much stronger than a few of your soldiers." Morton said, putting his hands down and laying them flat on the table, intentionally or unintentionally blocking the map with lines drawn on the table.

"Of course, I will"

Angus replied happily, the news relieved the fatigue and stress of his whole body at the end of the day, and he didn't care about Moulton's praise, the effect of one attack on Carlil was enough to directly prove her worth - at least not a concept than a few soldiers.

"So, did you order the collection of what she wanted?"

Moulton continued, his tone still flat, as if there had been no other change of mood as a result of the news.

"Something? What the? Angus asked, glancing at Moulton, then suddenly remembering to himself, and replied, "Of course, I don't really understand what she needs, but I've got all the equipment that looks valuable in Sunderland, including their armor and weapons, eh...... Seriously, it looks pretty subtle, and if we had the same gear, we wouldn't be shrunk to what it is now. ”

"Well, that's good."

Morton nodded silently, ignoring the second half of Angus's words, these words are about the same level as complaining, and there is not much worth talking about.

"How long will it take for the domestic guys to master it all?" Angus also knew that Morton didn't mean to talk about this, so he asked a new question, the defense line was still far away from Molton's camp a few days ago, and he didn't hear any news from the rear.

"It's going to take a week at the earliest" Morton slammed his fist on the table with a muffled sound, and although his face was expressionless, it made Angus feel the anger contained in it.

"Why does it take so long?" Angus frowned, this anger was obviously not directed at him, and he didn't need to be stunned.

"The local forces are too complicated," Morton whispered as if he had endorsed it, and slowly lowered his gaze: "If we want to integrate all the forces to the greatest extent and centralize power upwards, it will take a little time to actually control the national combat power, I believe that our people are already doing it at full strength, but after all, the management has been unbalanced for too long, and it will take a little time now." ”

Morton lowered his head slightly, and looked at the remaining half of the map in front of him.

"Hopefully it's still too late."

Angus thought for a while, there was not much to say, just do everything he could now, and wait until this hurdle has passed.

Morton looked at the map without saying a word, and did not have any intention of mentioning the map to Angus, this map is drawn with several offensive lines of swords taking the edge, most of which are directly proposed by Angus, making the maximum use of various factors, in order to achieve the lowest loss in exchange for the greatest damage - this looks very good, several lines make Morton a little tempted, although the risk is large, but there is a very high return.

If it weren't for the things he was carrying on his back, he couldn't lose, or if he replaced himself when he was young, he would probably let Angus give full play to all his talents with a big wave of his hand and kill it with all his might.

It's just that the chips are too big now, and reason finally prevents Morton from doing so, and he can only restrain himself, just looking at the lines on the map and being silent.

Angus understood what Morton was thinking, and he waited quietly for Morton's decision...... Although he himself did not hold out much hope, he felt that this hesitation would end with a long sigh from Moulton as he had done before, and then he shook his head in vain and vetoed it.

However, this time it was a little different, and while Morton was still immersed in his own thoughts, someone outside suddenly burst in, disturbing the silence between the two.

"Karil. Miss Andris's urgent message: "An old ghost in a dark uniform strode in from outside, with a crow standing on his shoulder, and in his right hand the letter that had been untied from the crow's feet.

Morton and Angus stood up from their seats at the same time. (To be continued.) )