The carriage continued onward, but soon left the main road and turned onto a narrow country road. The road undulates along the low hills, and the wheels can only be carefully run over the numerous stones and shallow pits. The bearded man rode to the front, and said in a relaxed tone: "There will be a sentry post ahead, don't worry, they won't attack." ”

Turning the hill, I passed a village, lined with empty houses. It was evident that the inhabitants had been evacuated, the doors were locked, none of the livestock were left, and everything was in order. At the entrance to the village was a wooden sign with the words "Epidemic Zone" written in a twisted and terrifying font. However, Feige did not see the patient, but found several secret sentinels hidden in the back of the house. They were all ruddy and healthy, and where was the disease?

Ten miles or so on, an army of about 2,000 men was entrenched at the fork in the road. Judging from the banner, the Beacon Leader's troops occupy a minority, and the rest are all knights and mercenaries of the Hall family. A tall red tent stood in the middle of the camp, separated from the rest of the tents, lonely but very proud. The flag of the Hall family fluttered in front of the red tent door, the silhouette of a knight holding a sword, and the emblem on the helmet was eye-catching.

"I thought it would be better to walk in and park this carriage outside. Feige tapped the car with a cat teaser, and the car came to a smooth stop on the side of the road. "Bearded, my car won't be stolen if it's left here, right?"

"Who dare?!" Visco glared, but still looked left and right and said, "Young Master Feiqi, you know where to go anyway, I won't accompany you on this way." I'll find a safe place for your carriage first, lest the grossy recruits break the paint on it. ”

The elves' carriages were never painted, but the bearded man had made his meaning clear. Feige got out of the car, and together with Xia Ni, helped Beni put on her full body armor, and then tidied up her clothes a little, and then entered the barracks with a cat teasing stick and a pit sword.

The camp was temporary, all the houses could be packed and taken away, and the goods were piled more on the carts than on the ground, apparently in preparation for the march at any time. However, the camp still had makeshift towers of stone, mud, and wood, and guards with longbows watched warily. A low wall connects the towers, and the archers hide behind them, ready to fight, although they are relaxing and chatting.

The tents of the mercenaries and knights were mixed, but the clothing and equipment were distinct. They rarely interacted with each other, except when they laughed at each other. One side is a "nerd inside the iron sheet", and the other side is a "thug who only recognizes money in his bones". Since there is nothing wrong with what the two parties say, this ridicule often leads to a fight. As long as the sharp weapon is not used, punching and kicking will only enhance the relationship, so the generals who lead the troops will not care at all.

"Is it true that no one cares if I'm just hanging around like this?" Feige shouted as he suddenly stood in the middle of the road. The soldiers giggled and turned away, leaving only a small soldier wearing a squire's suit and a "toilet helmet". "Has the Earl become so poor, why aren't the guards in the camp equipped with armor?"

"I've probably sold all of my armor and used it to prepare your dinner, right?" the "little soldier" took off his helmet and smiled with six or seven missing teeth, "Feige, welcome back." I bet you'll be fine, now you can go to those guys and collect money. ”

"Since it's a bet with me, you should give me a share. Fei Qi squinted his eyes and said according to the urine nature of the late "Young Master Hall" in his memory: "I know that you are a stingy guy, so let's make a toast to my health." Is my father in the tent, and how is he feeling now?"

"I don't know, but I didn't hear a roar inside. The toothless guard raised his helmet, bowed slightly, and disappeared among the soldiers.

The red tent was old, greasy or blood-stained everywhere, and it was even completely black near the smoke vent diagonally above. It's a tent that can be used as a family heirloom, and it's been through an unknown number of battles and has only received damage once. There was once a javelin that passed through the camp and the layers of crowd defenses, leaving a hole in the curtain. This hole has been preserved as a warning, but at the same time it is a source of pride.

The two guards at the door, one had seen Feige, and the other was Andrew's lieutenant Pierce. When the latter saw Feiqi, the mustache that had only grown recently trembled, and then lifted the curtain of the door: "Only you can go in, and the two of them will stay outside." ”

"Yes, you can just wait a while. Pierce, can you help get them some food and drink? Knights need to be kind to ladies, I'm right. Feige winked at Shani, stepped through the curtain, and saw "his father."

The Templar and Royal Earl Canter Hall was forty-four years old and was arguably at the end of his physical functioning peak. He can still carry a sword and go to the battlefield in person, but he is also well aware of the impending aging. Kante was not burly, but he exercised all the time, and even shaved himself in order to wear a better helmet. He was still strong, with broad shoulders and a thick neck, and looking from behind always gave the illusion that he was just a martial artist. However, when you notice the look in his eyes as he sits upright, attracted by those deep eyes, you will know that this is not an easily deceived person.

When Feige entered the tent, Earl Hall was examining his eldest son. Andrew, the lord of the place, was staring at a map with a frown, as if in some sort of predicament. The Count, with a glass of wine in his hand, was staring at his back, observing his every subtle movement.

This is a word that accurately and perfectly describes Andrew's current state. Feige coughed, then beckoned, intending to circumvent the "father" address in this way. This apparently disrespectful gesture immediately drew a counterattack, and the wine glass, which had been shaking just a moment ago, immediately flew towards his forehead, splashing bright red wine everywhere.

Feige tilted his head and took a half-step to the side at the same time, avoiding the glass's attack. The tip of the cat teasing stick shimmered, producing enough cold to freeze the Blood Fiend, let alone less than half a glass of red wine. A pink snow suddenly appeared in the tent with a few ice flowers in it. "Before the carpet gets dirty, get someone to clean it. Feige said with a smile.

"What a bastard, as always. The Count didn't get up, didn't summon the guards, just stared meaningfully at Fitch. "It seems that you do have what it takes to win a tournament. ”

"It wasn't a real game, I was just trying to get it done. Feige smiled at Andrew, said hello, and then said to the Earl, "If it were now, I wouldn't have to take a trick." ”

"Don't be ashamed. The Earl raised his chin, his short golden beard untouched. "You go look at that map and tell me what you're going to do. ”

"Any rewards?" said Feige as he walked forward.

"No punishment is a reward. ”

"Okay, you're amazing, you have the final say. Feige imitated the young master Hall in his memory for a while, and then stopped. All he needed was for the Count to see the shadow of his son's past, and no one wanted to see the prodigal return in its entirety. He came up to Andrew, looked at the map and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"The red chess pieces are our side, and the blue ones are the enemies, this is surrounded on three sides and one copy, you should understand it. Andrew pointed to a situation that was extremely bad. "All three main roads are blocked by the enemy, and the entire area lacks the topographical ...... to spread out the battlefield"

Feige squinted his eyes for a moment - where did he know what to command a battle, and the only tactical operation he knew was "gather all your forces and rush out from here." (Frame all pawns)" He casually pointed to one of the three besiegers on the flank. "After rushing over, disguise yourself as a rout or deserter, and go all the way to the enemy base, leaving the slower-walking soldiers to delay in the middle, and surrendering for them to receive. ”

"Aren't you messing around, we can't break through this line of defense with the forces we have, you'll exhaust all your cavalry, and then lose your mobility. Andrew shook his head: "You don't call it tactics, it's gambling." ”

"Of course I'm gambling. Fei Qi said: "There is no good way in this tattered situation, it is better to make a decision immediately, rely on courage and hard work." ”

"Is this what I taught you, you bastard!" the Count slapped the arm of the chair, and his face turned red with anger: "You two should be racking your brains bravely, and you should be reckless, what kind of mess is this?"

Fei Qi spread his hands and crooked his mouth: "Anyway, the matter has come to this point, it can only be used like on the map, and then play on the spot." How to arrange his soldiers to play their specialties is the general's business, and the general who puts the team in this situation should be punished first. Well, I'm not here to see the map after all. What did you ask me to do?"

"See if you're alive and well, as rumored. The Earl waved his hand at Andrew and told him to fetch another glass of wine, but he just held it in his hand and did not drink it, presumably trying to find another opportunity to splash it on the head of someone else. "It's mainly because your mother wants to confirm your situation that I let you come. ”

"She's in the barracks?" Feige glanced at Andrew, who shook his head. "Paladins don't lie, so she just didn't come and scared me. ”

"It seems that there are still things in this world that can scare you, which is really strange. You have castrated the only crown prince, so why don't you know to be afraid?" said the earl, "and the turmoil caused by that incident is still having an impact to this day. ”

"Good influence or bad influence?"

The Count took his glass and took a sip, not answering the question, but there was a hint of satisfaction and cunning in his expression. "Let me tell you one thing: Archduke Aria III has been conquered and will soon pass through here. This time he's going to take Feinberg straight and end the fight. ”

"Take the way from the lighthouse, this is the first time that the Catholic Realm has opened a passage for both sides of the war. Andrew, do you think the cardinal's side will agree?"

"The opinion of the cardinal will not change anything in this situation. I didn't say anything as a Templar, so how could Andrew be under pressure? And do you think this matter has nothing to do with you? If it weren't for you, why would the Hall family get involved in his war in Aria?"

"For me? The corners of Feiqi's mouth trembled for a moment, and then he slowly shook his head: "Although Andrew once said that if Saloyan becomes the king of Aria, he will give amnesty to the world, and I will no longer have to bear the punishment of exile." But on the other hand, the goddess of truth and thunder calls me Feitch Hall, and the Church no longer considers me an exile, so Aria III's opinion doesn't really matter. Let's be honest, why did you let me come here?"

The Count put down his glass, and then said, "Feinberg's territory will make the Duke a king, but not the Count a Marquis." The position of our Hall family is very delicate, and we must make real achievements in this battle, so as not to become the target of public criticism after the war. You are to go with me to the Duke's Tent and act as his staff, and remember to act when the time comes. ”

"Me, if I appear in front of the Grand Duke, his first order is to cut me down, right?"

"Beheading? You're not a deserter, what are you beheading? At most, you're just hanging. The Earl snorted: "Your face is definitely not good, wearing a mask is a must." Fortunately, you have a good workout, and your body is very different from the past, and no one will recognize it immediately. Moreover, as long as Aria III can't see it, even if the others recognize it, who would dare to say it?"

None of the people around the Grand Duke dared to say anything, which surprised Feiqi a little. It seems that in the memory that "Young Master Hall" does not have, Count Hall has done a lot of interesting things. "What am I going to do with him, do I really want to come up with an idea or do I mess around?"

"With your ability to rush forward in a swarm just now, of course you're going to mess around!" the Earl snorted, "Remember, if you follow the arrangement carefully, the credit will be rewarded." ”

Before Feige could speak, Andrew objected: "It's too dangerous, and it's not necessary! The lighthouse leader has provided him with a way to bypass Feinberg's strong frontal defense, and this credit is enough." ”

"Did he promise you to restore your brother's reputation? Did he deliver the message on paper with a seal or the two mouths of the courier? In order to get the long-awaited victory, Saloyan was even willing to lend you his queen three days to play, and then happily announced that he had another son! We want him to win, but his victory must be limited to the battlefield!" The Count looked at Feige and said, "I have received that you are now very adaptable, and you have won the championship of the jousting tournament. There are some things that I can't do, so I can only do it with someone I trust. Son, can I still trust you?"

Can you answer this question?