The dusk sun gradually exhaled the last of his rays, and fell slightly heavy towards the mountains to the west. At this time, the Rhodok soldiers assembled in the Epadlesburg were also completely ready to go.

After a short division of tasks, the army, consisting of about 20,000 men, set out on the march, and they marched forward at a rapid pace under the personal leadership of King Griffos.

Looking at the continuous procession of torches in front of him and behind him, Charles silently thought: King Graves is indeed a veteran who has participated in many battles, and with the alertness and prudence of a commander who is proficient in military affairs and marching, he divided the entire army into three parts, and let them march forward in the night.

As a baron under Count Atlas, Charles naturally led his men to follow his troops, and marched with the troops of Count Jhamor and another count. And they are the vanguard of the whole team.

Charles rode his horse, and along the winding path through the woods, silently headed in the direction of Cheretz. In front of them, the mountain peaks shone happily against the starlight. But the forests and cliffs that were immersed in darkness made them seem so desolate and gloomy.

They raced through the fragrant fields and picturesque woodlands that dotted between Fort Epadres and Epadres, but they did not dare to admire the sacred places around them. Maybe it's dark on the one hand, but it's more about the enemies that are close at hand.

Under such pressure, even the village of Epadles, which belonged to them of the Rhodoks, located not far from the hill and immersed in the night, gave a feeling of extreme danger.

It was under such oppression and rapid marching that the army finally reached the vicinity of the vast village of Epadres at dawn.

Looking at this team, which was already a little tired, King Griffos, as an experienced commander, knew that it was time for the army to rest. After all, they had just gone through a night of forced marching, and they were already a little exhausted at this time, and if they were not allowed to rest, it would seriously reduce their combat effectiveness, thus causing unpredictable damage to the next strategic plan.

The order was quickly laid, and Count Atlas and his private soldiers, the spearhead, stopped near a complex of aristocratic estates about two kilometers away from Epadres.

Count Atlas ordered the temporary requisition of several noble estates that occupied both sides of the road, and allowed the nobles in the ranks to rest. At the same time, the soldiers were dispersed to rest in the midst of the fragrant living fence made of various precious trees and flowers.

At this time, it can be seen that the names of the great nobles are still very useful in front of these housekeepers and servants, not to mention that what they are doing is still the feat of protecting the family and defending the country. So there was basically no resistance, and they stayed in these estates temporarily.

After a night's arduous trek, the Charles were already a little exhausted, and the moment they had just fallen down on the wooden bed in the house, the Charles had fallen into a deep sleep.

Like him, many of the people in the team, except for the sentries, laid down their weapons and took a short break. They waited quietly, waiting for the sun to rise, and then it was time for them to set out.

In a short time, on the tops of the distant peaks that seemed to hold up the entire sky in the night, gray-white clouds gradually appeared.

Slowly, they lit up, like billowing clouds of smoke heralding the coming of war. Immediately after, wisps of golden light passed through the cracks in the clouds, and suddenly burned on the top of the mountain.

The heavy sound of trumpets sounded between the heavens and the earth, the sound urging the soldiers to assemble. Charles scrambled to his feet and led his men through a group of scolding soldiers who had not slept enough, to the clearing outside the manor.

Count Atlas and Count Gehamor had been waiting there for a long time.

"Lord Charles, Count Atlas, please come over!" A Sergeant Rhodok walked up to Charles' side and said.

Puzzled, Charles told his soldiers to rest in place, ignoring Luzius and Joseph's questioning, and followed the herald towards the center of the clearing.

By the time he arrived, many of the officers of the army had been led there, and their faces were full of suspicion.

"All right," said Count Atlas, clearing his throat, "I guess you must be full of doubts at this time, and I wonder why we have brought you here. In fact, it's really not a big deal. It was only the fact that our esteemed Majesty received accurate information last night that the Salanders had divided their forces into two places, one to Chelez, and the other to cross the ridge towards Fort Gruenwald. ”

"So, after much deliberation," said Count Jhamel, following Count Atlas's words, "His Majesty has returned with his men and another contingent of coalition forces to support Fort Gruenward. We, a force of three thousand four hundred and sixty-seven soldiers, were to meet the enemy who were rushing to Cherez. ”

As if sensing the commotion of the officers below, he raised his hands with a flat face to stop their discussion, and said again: "But you don't have to worry too much, according to our intelligence, there are only four thousand Salanders on the way to Chelez. As long as we occupy the favorable terrain of Cherez in advance, we will definitely be able to catch them off guard! At that time, the reward from Your Majesty will definitely not be missing from you! ”

Not to mention the thoughts of the officers, at this time Count Atlas had already walked in front of the group of soldiers below. He didn't say anything, just raised his right fist and shouted loudly at the soldiers below: "Soldiers, everything is for Rhodok!" ”

"Long live Rhodok!"

"Kill all the infidels!"

The soldiers roared excitedly as they tapped their weapons in their hands. The earth-shattering posture made the butlers and servants of the aristocratic families who were standing on the side pale with fright.

Sensing that the heat was almost over, Count Atlas turned his head imperceptibly and bowed slightly to Count Jhamel behind him. Then, without waiting for him to reply, he quickly turned over his horse and drew the long sword at his waist: "Soldiers, let me see your courage!" Glory and riches await us ahead, go! ”

The mighty team then embarked on the journey again, and at this time the team was only more than 40 kilometers away from Cherez.

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On a plain more than fifty kilometers east of Cherez, a Salander army numbering about 4,200 men was marching beautifully.

"Kubaier, how far are we from Cherez?"

"Great Chief of Nois, according to the heretic we caught, the Holy Army is now less than fifty-five kilometers away from Cherez. At our current pace, it is estimated that we will arrive in two days at the latest! Kumibair clenched his right hand into a fist against his left chest, bent down and replied respectfully.

Chief Novis had a cruel and joyful smile on his face: "Very well, you have to take care of that heretic, don't let him die, he is a good living map for our holy army!" “

"My subordinates understand." Kubair, dressed in the armor of the Salander Guard, responded in a deep voice.

"It's too slow! Send the order, the whole army hasten up, be sure to reach Chelez before the damned infidel reacts, and purify it for our great Allah! “

"Yes!"