This burst of energy from the inside out made the whole team look new, and even Philip was surprised, feeling that these girls seemed to have recovered from the fatigue of the great war very quickly, and even more energetic than when they first set off.

"Thank you!" Ave said to Philip, who was working on the map, rubbing her wrist and returning to the room after rubbing her wrists.

Philip looked up, his eyes full of doubt, not knowing where she got this thank you from.

"My sisters love the handkerchiefs and headbands you give, so let me talk to you. ”

"Oh," Philip smiled, he was only a little guilty, so he just had a gift to match.

After all, the previous reorganization of the Maga regiment was the opportunity of his own great victory to take back the power of the three major regiment commanders who gradually became self-contained, increasing his control over the entire army.

Perhaps a small hill may inevitably form in the future, but the situation of the second and third regiments confronting the main force and the first regiment has been completed under his guidance, at least there is nothing to worry about until the end of this big battle.

He poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Aph, then kneaded her shoulders for her.

Sure enough, he was tired, his lines were beautiful, and the muscles on his fair-skinned neck and shoulders were stiff.

Afu also knew that her height was a little embarrassing, so she sat down, enjoying the courteous service of the man behind her, and quietly closed her eyes as her muscles gradually relaxed.

After a long while, Philip felt that the muscles under his hands had been rubbed open, and he realized that Afu had fallen asleep leaning back in his chair.

Yes, she was so tired, the team that lacked medical officers was all on Afu, and she had hardly had a good rest from the repeated battles these days.

But that's it, Afu didn't forget to wait for him to wash his face and feet every day before going to bed, just like a gentle little wife.

When this tall and handsome woman puts on armor and holds a weapon, she is like a proud white reindeer, majestic and heroic.

And when she took off her armor, she was used to pouring a cup of tea and tasting it, and she was often busy with something in her hand, and her movements and expressions were so delicate that she was a mess, quite a bit of the gentleness and softness of Philip's southern women in her previous life.

The two completely opposing temperaments blend perfectly in her, forming a unique attraction that attracts the adoring eyes of all the men around her like a magnet.

Philip is naturally not a wooden man, although he is still worried about the black-haired woman who suddenly disappeared, but he still enjoys this kind of quiet and gentle in his bones.

These days, I have become accustomed to Afu's waiting, and I am even happy in my heart, feeling my good luck.

Even if he didn't really do some affectionate acts, he gradually accepted the arrangement of fate and accepted Afu's silent companionship by his side.

He carefully removed the heavy armor from the girl's body, bent down and hugged the girl's toned body horizontally, dragged her neck and gently put her on his bed, and covered it with a quilt.

Feeling that the girl's body seemed to stiffen slightly, he touched the pretty face amusedly, looked at her flushed face, chuckled, and went to the outhouse to study the map.

Afu secretly opened her eyes, touched her face, and fell asleep again with a smile, she was really tired these days.

Philip called Chand and Johnson over to study the next tactical move, and invited Moran and several team leaders from Tieyan Pass, after all, they were more familiar with this mountain.

In the end, the core of the problem was still that the steppe people had too large a military force, making them like an iron tortoise, unable to speak.

When the number of troops reaches the order of magnitude of one million, coupled with the narrow mountainous environment, it is difficult to have any flaws in the arrangement of troops, no matter which direction to break into the battlefield, it is like a vast and indefinite journey of thousands of miles.

"I still recommend that you enter the gate, with your identity, there is no need to be involved in danger now. Even standing on the city walls, those female warriors of yours can exert great combat power.

The defenses of Red Moon Pass are already vulnerable, and it is almost a foregone conclusion that they will be breached, and your father and they have already begun to arrange a second line of defense.

Do you really expect those half-blood mongrels to exert much power?" Moran said bitterly.

He had repeatedly persuaded these words several times in the past half a day, but the effect was obviously not ideal, this young co-captain, the little son of the Crazy Lion Family, was so stubborn that it was terrifying.

But he doesn't refute stiffly, he always politely refuses or laughs silently, which makes people angry.

It's no wonder that this is the defense line of the Rock Division, but Philip is from the Wild Lion Division, and the military department only made a suggestion, considering Philip's special status, and respecting the opinion of Bullard the Wild Lion.

But both Brad and Matthew have only one sentence, and that is to let Philip decide everything.

After all, in the eyes of the higher-ups, he is currently the only mobile force outside the pass, and in addition to being able to connect with the Alpine Ward army in the south, he also inexplicably holds a half-blood army of up to 80,000 people in his hands.

This fact really made the military department scratch their heads a little, and it was a pity to give up, but it was really embarrassing that these people could not be allowed to enter the gate.

So they just don't care, let this team outside the establishment mess around, it's just a matter of spending some weapons, and they don't even need to worry about food supplies.

Maybe they will really make some achievements, before this war, who would have thought that this excessively young boy would do so many big things from scratch.

Philip pointed his finger on the table, and the cigarette was rolled in one go, and he took a few puffs after lighting it, and the ethereal smoke swirled above his head.

Even Moran lit one and followed him into a cloud of mist.

Since he didn't think about how long it would be delayed this time, Philip only carried a few boxes of cigarettes with him.

The unexpected outbreak of war left him with no way home, and he should have run out of ammunition and food, but unexpectedly found a small patch of late-maturing tobacco in a camp where the Lambos had been destroyed.

Originally, I just thought that I could satisfy my cravings, but I didn't expect that this unknown tobacco tasted very mellow, and it was a little stronger than the high-end goods that Philip had gotten from Brad before.

Now all of these tobaccos are in Philip's personal collection, and only a few close ones will have the privilege of smoking a few.

It seems that both ordinary people and legends are greedy, and it's just that they haven't met something that really makes him happy.

Far from it.

Philip patiently smoked the whole cigarette before he spoke, "Uncle Moran, do you want to make a deal with me?"

Moran almost choked on the cigarette, coughed several times before relieving, and looked at the hairy boy with a strange expression.

He had already seen that Philip seemed to have bad intentions, so he deliberately kept silent, waiting for this kid to speak, as long as it was not too much, he would still agree for the sake of old Brad's face.

But he didn't expect Philip to have any detour and flattery at all, and directly said that he wanted to trade, which caught him off guard and coughed and blushed, and the wound on his head almost collapsed, and it hurt badly.

"What deal?" he asked in a cold voice.

Philip poured a cup of coffee for Moran with his own hands, this is a military camp, and it is wartime, so you must not drink alcohol.

"I want to borrow troops from you?"

"Borrowed soldiers?" Moran squinted his eyes with an inexplicable expression.

"yes, a change of troops, to be exact. ”

"In exchange for what, for whom?"

"Trade those warriors of the Alpine Ward Clan for your veterans. Philip affirmed.

"You kid is cunning enough, don't change. ”

Moran's mouth said that he would not change, but his body turned around, obviously interested, and he was ready to bargain.

Those big men who are as tall and strong as bears are indeed coveted by him, and if it does not affect the combat effectiveness of his subordinates, it is a good deal.

Philip continued: "You also know that all the recruits who have been added to me this time are recruits, even if there are dozens of veterans, they are all ordinary soldiers, killing wolves, but the command can't be played.

You are an old man, so you naturally know that such a new regiment has been on such a tragic battlefield, and it is impossible to form combat effectiveness without dying for a third of it.

It's not that I'm afraid of losing the battle, but I feel sorry for these imperial warriors, after all, they are all the children of our Gaokan City.

Even if it wasn't possible to bring them all home, at least a few fewer would die, so that I could face their parents and tell them I did my best. ”

Moran waved his hand to interrupt Philip's greasy and crooked sensationalism, and asked directly, "How much do you want to change?" ”

Philip paused helplessly, knowing that these veterans were not easy to fool, so he said honestly: "A team." ”

Mo Lan stood up, waved his hand angrily, and said, "Impossible, there are only a few troops in the entire Tieyan Pass, and your appetite is too great." ”

Philip also didn't care about respecting the old and loving the young, and argued: "You are bullying me young, look at those big men, which one is not carefully selected."

If it weren't for the fact that they were injured and lacked the right armor, I wouldn't have to swap with you at all. ”

Mo Lan smiled, no longer pretending, and directly spread out a slap: "500, change it, change it, pull it down if you don't change it." ”

Philip was so angry that his nose was about to crooked, this old bastard was simply taking advantage of the fire, but he suddenly thought of something, rolled his eyes, and calmed down again: "1000, I don't want your full team, just those wings that have been broken up and retreated for repair."

If you do cram me with a wing captain, who the hell listens to whom. ”

One old and one young, two foxes, began to bargain like this, and you didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this dirty PY transaction behind it.

Finally, as the lights were about to go out, both men reached the final deal with satisfied expressions.

Philip left all the Alpine heroes, including the wounded, to Moran, and Moran packed up the four large and small wings with a total of 677 fighters that had been severely reduced and reorganized to Philip.

The only thing these wings have in common is that all the captains and deputy captains are killed or seriously wounded in battle, and more than half of the junior captains are missing.

When the two men celebrated the coffee cups, the poor warriors did not yet know that their fate had changed.

The deal was a no-brainer, and Philip regrouped the experienced veterans and junior commanders into his ranks, almost guaranteeing that every recruit would have a veteran next to him.

In particular, those squad leaders and squadron leaders were all promoted by half a rank according to their original ranks, and they were placed next to Johnson and these young officers as deputies, forming a super-formed wing with old people leading new ones, and the age structure and combat effectiveness of the entire team were suddenly raised by several steps.

As for Moran, he completely ate those big men and their mounts, as long as he cultivated for a few days and then equipped these big men with a full set of heavy armor, it would be a supernumerary and powerful heavy armor team, and most of them were cavalry.

And he can also get rid of the trivial military affairs of reorganizing the remnants.

After the threat of the steppe people outside Tieyan Pass was lifted, he would definitely need to send reinforcements to Hongyue Pass, and these remnants were the first batch in name, and it was logical to send them.

He naturally knew what the hell this kid was doing, it was nothing more than mixing a suit of armor with him and recuperating his injuries by the way.

But Old Moran didn't care, and when the time came, sending these people to the Red Moon Pass would be nominally his merit, and his strength would not be damaged.

Anyway, it didn't cost his family money to build those armors, they were all paid for by the entire military headquarters and Gaokan City, and he could also earn a big favor from the Mad Lion Division, so why not.

After this war is over, who cares whether these big men leave or stay, anyway, the credit that should be made has already been made.

This matter is definitely not something that the two of them can discuss after discussing it, and they still need to report it to their respective division headquarters and military headquarters.

If other low-level officers are a little timid to do this kind of thing, but for Philip and Moran, who is the brigade commander, this is simply not a matter, and the report is just a word.

Such a reasonable replacement of troops also includes the next reinforcement plan, and there is no stretch of hand to ask for people from the military department, why not approve it.

Philip turned around and went to visit the big men, not only telling them that they would have a few days of repair, but also a full set of tailor-made heavy armor and weapons soon, which made these big men bloom, and there was no feeling of abandonment at all, but gave Philip a warm hug.

Anyway, this was one of the conditions that Philip promised those tribal elders, and as for who he was a soldier with, they didn't care at all, and maybe they thought that the old brigade commander, who looked very majestic, was more reliable.

The beautiful fact that there was someone to pay for his promise, and that it would continue to grow in the future, made Philip refreshed himself and ready to rest.

By the way, he also brought Victor back to his personal guard.

Of course, his room is not the room where Afu sleeps, it doesn't matter in the mountains, but this is a military camp after all, and he can't disobey military regulations as an active officer, and he is blatantly nothing in the barracks.

So he was going to sleep with Chand, and by the way, to discuss how to reorganize the veterans.

Before he could push open the door, an unexpected man broke into the barracks and stood in front of him, allowing Philip to hug him tightly.

This unexpected man was Paul, and when he learned that Philip had appeared safe and sound outside the Iron Rock Pass on the Western Front, Paul traveled lightly and flew all the way to this side, and he had to fulfill his duty as a personal bodyguard.

After many days of repair, most of his injuries have been healed, except for some slight pain in his chest, there is no major problem, but these days on the city wall to help resist the attack of the Ah Xun regiment, so that he has a few new injuries on his body.

The two men hugged tightly, then they both took a closer look at each other's current situation, and then laughed.

Even Chand and the others heard the news and came over and hugged Paul one by one.

It can be said that it is precisely because of Paul's desperate thousands of miles to break through the pass that there is today's victorious master, otherwise perhaps the steppe people would have set foot on the Red Moon Pass a long time ago, and they would have been ruined in the vast southeast region of the empire.

After a while of intimacy, they went into the house to rest, after all, they were going to open early tomorrow morning, while Philip and Chand took Paul and asked about the current situation of the Red Moon Pass.

"Old Potter is dead. Paul said in a deep voice.

This news made Philip and Chander a little stunned, to be honest, they had all forgotten about this old half-breed man a little, even if it wasn't for his help, they might have gone the wrong way in the early stage, and there would be no later story.

"I was badly injured and fainted, and it was he who fished me onto the raft and lay on top of me. By the time I woke up, he was cold and had at least 15 arrows stuck in his body.

Unfortunately, I was exhausted and did not have the time or strength to bury him properly, so I had to throw it hastily in the woods and set it on fire. ”

"When the war is over, let's see if we can find his heirs, and take care of him more. Philip comforted.

Chand also nodded in agreement.

"By the way, did you inform your grandfather about your awakening?" Philip changed the subject.

Paul nodded and said, "The old earl asked me for the title of viscount, and asked me if I would like to return to the Wild Lion Division, but I refused. ”

"Why?" asked Philip, hate it.

In his opinion, Paul, who has a calm and conservative personality, is actually more suitable for a monotonous and relatively simple army, and with the care of his grandfather, at least a deputy brigade commander is appropriate, let alone a wife and daughter.

Paul didn't speak, but drank hot water with a faint expression, even as a high-ranking knight, the bumps of the whole day and night made his hands and feet cold.

But Chand, who was next to him, interjected and said to Philip: "The captain may not be comfortable in the army, after all......

From the day we followed you, I didn't think about going back to the division.

I think it's the same with the captain, as long as a man has the ability, he will succeed anywhere.

In contrast, I prefer my current life, at least it is very free and enjoyable. ”

Philip glared at Chand, making him smile away from his gaze and say no more.

Although he was vague, Philip didn't understand it, it was just a matter of taking sides.