Sean, an elite chasseur, member of the 12th Mountain Regiment of the Near East Army, in the northern basin of Transvania. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The Northern Basin is about a hundred kilometers from the pearl of the Kolsalan Peninsula, where warm and cold air currents from the Norman and peninsula meet all year round, and of course there is not much precipitation here because of the Rocky Mountains, but foggy weather is quite common this season.

Squatting in the thick morning mist, squatting in the bushes not far from the wooden gate, Sean silently looked at the hazy Sentry Castle in the fog, when he had not lost this area, he had been here with the troops, tasted the incomparably mellow wine and Norman cheese, and had a night of unforgettable experience with the local tame Kolsalan girl.

Unfortunately, the failure of the Northern Campaign changed all that, and the castle was also occupied by the hateful Norman invaders, Sean always thought that these savage bastards knew about destruction, the nearby villages were destroyed by them, the ripe grapes were trampled by the boots of the soldiers, and the enthusiastic indigenous women were brought into the castle and ravaged all night until they left the cave in another state in the morning.

The team responsible for tricking the city gate was ready, and the Near East Army soldiers who had changed into Norman uniforms appeared outside the gate of the sentry castle with two wagons of supplies.

According to intelligence, the Norman forces advanced too quickly, and the vanguard army at the front had reached the outside of Transvania, while the main force was still resting fifty kilometers away, and only the second line of troops was in charge of the castle.

According to their plan, the camouflaged troops were responsible for entering through the east gate and directly attacking the opponent's command center, the 12th Mountain Regiment opened the south and north gates along the city wall, and then the 3rd Cavalry and the 13th Mountain Regiment would be responsible for the assault.

As for the final Simon, the gathered stragglers and mages formed a standby force, and if the enemy passed through there, they were greeted by cheers of magic and bullets.

"Stop, check!"

"Hey, don't be so strict, brother, the Near East Army has been beaten away by us, and you're still so nervous?"

"There's an order from above, and we can't do it, good fellow, the supplies for the two-horse cart, and the pork and ale wine, where did you get them?" The Norman soldier who was on duty rummaged through the toilet in surprise and said casually.

"Of course I found it from the warehouse of the Near Eastern Army, you don't know if you didn't go, that small warehouse is full of delicious food."

"You're the lucky ones......"

"These are taken to make up for the brothers, and everyone has worked hard to guard the door."

"Hehe, that's, let it go!"

As a result, a bucket of pork, the guard smiled and let it go, maybe he didn't think that the guy in front of him would be an enemy impersonation, maybe it was a false sense of security from the front line, in short, the camouflage troops entered the castle smoothly.

So a quarter of an hour later, under the coordination of the non-commissioned officers, the guards at the gate were nailed over by dozens of crossbow arrows, and there were suddenly shouts of killing and smoke from inside the castle.

"Hurry, hurry! Kill all the Normans before the patrol arrives! Sean was the first to rush out of the hiding place, and with his hunters, he rushed into the city gate as a support force as soon as possible, and at this time the comrades of the camouflage team had already opened the city gate, judging from the number of fallen soldiers outside the agency, the casualties were not light.

"Sean, take your people to the north gate and help the waste of the cavalry, you must occupy the warehouse over there before the enemy reacts, and complete the target to send green flares, understand!" A lieutenant ran to Sean's side at this time and ordered, "Don't let the cavalry lose too many casualties, they are needed for the follow-up plan." ”

"Understood."

Reloading the musket in his hand and inserting the bayonet in his hand, Sean glanced at the hunters behind him, "Follow me and go to the north gate!" ”

"It's noisy! Which of you troops! The window on the second floor of the officers' dormitory suddenly opened, and a poorly dressed Norman bearded dwarf shouted from the open window: "Lao Tzu is the commander of the garrison unit, and he is tired all night and does not let people rest!" ”

The chaspers, who were rushing to the north gate, paused, and a crow flew by in the air, and the scene looked a little strange.

At this moment, the young hunter who was walking in the front raised the musket in his hand and shot at the bearded man on the second floor, and the dwarf without the slightest preparation was directly shot in the head, and red and white things were scattered all over the ground.

The hunters behind him were not idle, muskets, grenades, and fiery glue were thrown at the officers' quarters, and the panicked enemy was not prepared at all, and they rushed in and slaughtered.

Fifteen minutes later, Sean sat on the corpse of the Norman soldier at the North Gate, watching his men shoot the signal into the sky, and then began to check the injury, just when he was helping the cavalry team to fight, the friendly soldier of the heavenly evil slashed to death the Norman officer in a daze, confiscated it and made a big cut directly on the chest, fortunately he found the priest in time for first aid, otherwise he would have bled to death.

"Captain Sean, the brothers still have five more to fight." A member of the team with a sad expression walked up to him and said.

"The bastards of the cavalry team only care about breaking through, and they don't care about the remnants of the enemy at all, if it weren't for the follow-up reinforcements, we would be all finished." Another team member said angrily.

"Well, the Twelfth Mountain Regiment never complains about the orders of the superiors, this is the praise of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to us, where we are needed, we will go there." Sean stood up and took his shotgun from the priest's hand, just in time to see a herald running briskly.

"Captain Sean, all troops are planning to enter the castle, and the regimental commander has ordered you to lead a force to capture the main castle tower." The herald panted and finished conveying the regimental commander's order.

"Understood." Sean nodded and said to his subordinates: "You heard, except for you, you and the wounded, stay and guard the gate, and everyone else will follow me." ”

While Lorraine and the others were resting and buying information, the mage noticed the battle that had taken place in the northern basin of Transvania a week ago at the prompting of the large Lori.

After parting with the guerrillas, they bypassed the blazing battlefields and the treacherous mountain roads, and now stayed in the central region of the Near Eastern Army stationed in the town of Milan, where there were a considerable number of adventurers or mercenaries, from whom a great deal of information could be obtained.

"Judging from the information of those people, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's troops have not lost their combat effectiveness, with the mountain regiment as the main force, they gathered the soldiers who were scattered in the northern campaign, dispatched thousands of troops, spent ten days to cross the blockade line, and directly uprooted a Norman fortress on the transportation line, which is really good." Thaiwen said, pointing to the battle report.

"You should also see that they have lost less than a hundred men after solving the perimeter, and the attack on the tower of the main fort was finally completed by a group of chasseurs, so that the total loss of troops is almost four hundred, and in this way, they can still escape the pursuit of the Norman cavalry, which is a very strong group of mountain infantry."

Listening to the descriptions in their mouths, Lorraine, who had also experienced bloody battles, couldn't help but think about how much suffering those warriors had to go through before they could return to a safe place to rest.

At this moment, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and a panicked young man ran in: "Big news! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has issued a recruitment order again, and it is on the notice board outside! ”

The adventurers who got up with a bang ran out, leaving only the guests to stay in the tavern, Lorraine was a little curious, after the defeat of the northern campaign, a mercenary recruitment order was issued, so how difficult is the situation of the crown prince?