Eugen's reaction puzzled everyone, and when he heard the news of the enemy's attack, he was still happy, could it be that he hadn't woken up yet.

Alan scratched his head, wondering if to remind Eugen again, he glanced at Maria and Margaret out of the corner of his eye, and finally coughed and said, "Ahem...... I must warn you, Lord Eugen, that the enemy is three thousand, and they ......"

"I know." Before Allen finished speaking, Eugen waved his hand impatiently and interrupted: "Haha, three thousand people are good, I was worried that he would mobilize all his troops to attack us, but now it's good, there are only three thousand people." Hahaha, Tariq, Tariq, you still underestimate me Eugen. ”

Eugen laughed heartily, as if he had seen the news of the victory.

The other three looked a little confused, they all knew that Eugen's reliance was on the Long Xiang Army, and they were also very clear about the combat effectiveness of the Long Xiang Army, but it was really an exaggeration to be happy to be like this.

On the other side, there are a full 3,000 people, even if it is 3,000 pigs, if you want to kill them, you have to kill them for a while, no matter how strong the combat effectiveness of the Long Xiang Army is, even if it can block ten with one, it can only fight against more than 1,000 people, what should the rest of those people do?

Eugen saw the confusion of several people, he cleared his throat, and then slowly raised a finger and shook it in the depths, while smiling and saying with a little mystery: "Hehe, this time, I will let you see a new type of musketeer's combat method, this is what I just thought of last night, with this combat method, as long as the conditions are right, let alone three thousand, even if Tariq transfers all his troops, there is a possibility of victory." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to Eugen, who had endless ideas in his head, and whenever he encountered a crisis, he would always come up with some unexpected ways to solve it, and gradually the people around him established a deep sense of trust in him.

Eugen didn't sell it anymore, he walked to the edge of the table, swung it with the tableware, and laid out a military sand table composed of fruits and plates, and then pointed to the table and said: "Hehe, the name of my battle is called positional warfare, it is specially designed for the Longxiang army......"

In Tariq's military tent, Corleone was wearing iron chains, and his originally bright armor had now become tattered, with long strips of tears all over it, and below the tears were strips of blackened blood, flesh and rags mixed together, forming bloody scabs the thickness of fingers.

It was the mark of the thorn whip, the new mark was covered by the old one, there was hardly a piece of flesh left on his body, Corleone's face was pale, his beard was unkempt, his hair was glued together with blood, and his gray pupils had almost lost all their brilliance and became dull.

There was no expression on his face, his lips were covered with dry wrinkles, and he was only able to get a sip of water to keep him alive when he was about to die, and most of the time, the only thing he could drink in his mouth was the blood that flowed from his body.

The atmosphere in the military tent was particularly oppressive, and Tariq sat on the main seat, his head bowed, his hands on his cheeks, his knuckles tapping his temples lightly and regularly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Beside Tariq stood a burly warrior, covered in a thick layer of heavy armor, and even his face was covered in cold iron armor, as if he had been born with this armor and would not take it off until he died.

This man was Tariq's first general, named Obahu, who was the most brave in the army, and when he attacked Viscount Pigard's defense, he was the first to lead the charge, cutting through Pigard's infantry line in one fell swoop, and providing no small help to Tariq's victory.

Aiming to increase Obahu's prestige in the army, Tariq gave him the title of Spear of Saxony, in order to make him the banner of the soldiers in the army, and he would lead the charge.

With such a figure in the army, the main general can have a lot less to do, no longer have to take the lead to charge, and can also inspire the fighting spirit of the soldiers under his command.

There was also a captain-level officer standing beside Corleone, who was babbling about Corleone's crimes, from the time he let Eugen go a month and a half ago, until he talked about the final defeat, his tone was full of ridicule, and from time to time mixed with shouts of indignation, as if he had a deep hatred with the betrayer Corleone.

After a long time, Tariq let out a long breath, slowly raised his head to look at Corleone, and said in a flat tone: "Betrayer, this time, do you have anything else to say?" ”

Tariq's tone seemed calm, but in fact it was a sign before his rage, and every time it did, it meant that he wanted to kill, very, very much!

He was angry not that Corleone had deceived him, but that he had been deceived by the same person twice, and the consequences were more serious each time.

The last time he let Eugen go, Izzat was robbed, and this time he lost another battle, losing nearly a thousand soldiers before and after, and on the battlefield with Viscount Pigard, he had already established a great advantage, as long as he slowly launched an attack, he was able to wipe out Pigard's forces.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly got the news of Corleone's defeat, and in order to rush back to deal with the city of Lebor and rescue Izzat, he had to change his strategy to attack Pigard's defense.

Although he also won the victory, it also caused great losses, which were previously completely avoidable, and he was even more irritated that he accidentally allowed Viscount Pigard to escape with the remnants of his defeated army.

Because of this series of reasons, his anger towards Corleone has reached the extreme, and if he hadn't thought of exchanging him for Izzat, the son of Duke Billund, Tarik would have personally cut Corleone's head off.

Corleone didn't say anything in the face of Tariq's questioning, but just looked up at him, then lowered his head again.

Looking at Corleone, who was unresponsive, Tariq suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, and then turned his gaze to an entourage beside him, and asked, "How is it, did the letter be sent to Liber City?" ”

"Report to your Excellency, it's already been sent." The attendant replied respectfully.

"Okay, as soon as there is a reply from the news, we will send this miscellaneous piece over quickly, as long as Izzat returns to our side safely, we will directly launch a siege and completely destroy the city of Leber!"

Tariq said murderously, then stood up and strode out of the tent, followed by the black bear-like Saxon spear, full of might.

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