Chapter Twenty-Five: The Pursuit of the Superlative (Part I)
Eixiu lay quietly in the half-human-high thatch, his breathing was inaudible, and the muscles of his whole body could not see the slightest undulation, like a motionless rock, as if it was one with the earth below him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ο½ο½ο½Uο½Eγ ο½ο½ο½ο½
There was a slight tremor on the ground, and the sound of horses' hooves was heard by the dirt from far and near. One, two, three...... Ten! Eshua quietly counted in his heart, this was a full team of Fieldsway rangers, according to the direction of the horses' hooves, the formation between them was very loose, once attacked, ten people could not meet each other at all, but Eshua knew that this looseness was the most difficult constraint for him. As long as he rashly puts down one, the rest of the rangers will immediately scatter, and then what awaits him is a large-scale encirclement and suppression by Fieldsway's army! He had already suffered a loss before, and it was not easy for him to escape from the offensive that could be called a net, so this time he naturally kept an eye on it.
Although the surprise attack on Pohulaban was successful, Estheu, and even Kia's party were not out of danger, and the frontline grain and grass were burned by them, and the Filzweins were already red-eyed, and retaliated by launching a plough-like search in the surrounding area of Pohuraban. In order to ease the burden on the Kiana side, Eshua deliberately fled in the direction of the junction between Fields and Sarion, and in the process, he booby-trapped several groups of rangers who were trying to capture him and take the first prize, diverting most of the Fieldswig's attention to the Eastern Front. However, the commander on Fieldsway's side reacted quickly, and quickly made targeted arrangements, and the rangers no longer rushed up to surround him with shouts after discovering Estheu's traces, but left a few people unhurriedly, and the rest were fast horses to report the large army. It's not that Eshua can't get rid of those rangers, if he wants to leave, he can just kill people and take the horses and leave, but how should Kia deal with himself? All he could do was pull the Fieldsweins' counterattack as far as possible to the east.
But hiding here is not a long-term solution, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that this thatch is a natural shelter, and it is naturally the focus of the search. The sound of horses' hooves approaching his position, and the rider brandished his spear and kept pulling away the thatch. It stands to reason that it would be difficult for him to search the thatch thoroughly in a short period of time, but the other rangers did not come close to cooperate in the slightest, but only kept a strict distance from each other. In Estheau's ears, the sound of horses' hooves was like a snare waiting for him, a big fish that he couldn't hold back, and he didn't miss it.
This is no ordinary Fields Ranger! Eshua suddenly realized that the enforcement power of such orders and prohibitions was by no means possessed by scouts who had only undergone sloppy training in the barracks, and its discipline was not as good as that of the personal guards of the princes and nobles, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the rangers who used them for search were wasted!
A flash of thought flashed through Eshy's mind: he had been counted by Fieldsway's commander! The other party obviously realized that Eixiu intended to delay, so he simply mobilized all his forces to the eastern front, like a desperate gambler piling up his chips on the gambling table, forcing Eshua to make a desperate bet with him! Ai Xiu realized it too late, if he could have realized it earlier, maybe he could have withdrawn in time when the opponent mobilized chips, but now it has reached the stage of the showdown, and he only woke up after realizing it when the opponent was about to show his hole cards, it would be too naΓ―ve to want to leave at this time! Don't say it's this thatched land, and I'm afraid that a radius of dozens of miles is under the control of the Fieldsweins!
What a skill! Even if he had been forced into a desperate situation, Eshua still couldn't help but praise in his heart, this great decisiveness, I don't know which general Fields is from?
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"Hercules! Are you crazy? Maryse slapped the table in front of Hercules, and a deep palm mark immediately appeared on the wooden tabletop, "All the troops are moving east?" Could it be that the gang that attacked Porhuraban had been sent by Saarion? β
"Of course not." Hercules replied unmoved, "They could only have been blinded by a dark move from Livingston's side." β
"Then you're alsoβ" Mary's eyes widened, and just as she was about to have a seizure, Hercules handed over a map just in time, and Maryse glanced at it, and swallowed it back again. Although the Marquis of Sigimund has said more than once that her ability to read the battle situation needs to be improved, Marise is not ignorant of military affairs, at least she can still understand military maps. Several striking red crosses on the map are scattered in the eastern part of Pohulaban, faintly connecting in an undulating line. "This is the coordinates of the previous raids? Judging their escape route based on this is too one-sided, right? Maryse asked.
"It's not them, it's him." Hercules corrected, "Last night, that force split into two groups, one took advantage of the cover of night to enter the logistics base and set it on fire, and the other came alone to deal with you and me to delay time. β
"And then?" Mary's face was not good, she knew that Hercules's words had saved her some face, what "taking advantage of the night"? It was clear that she was in a mess of her own life, distributing wine and food while the sentries were on duty, but the camp was full of alcohol and drunkards, so that the gang took advantage of the situation.
"I'm thinking, it's a rehash of his old tricks." Hercules didn't notice Marith's face, "He attacked the scouts we had released, consciously and premeditated in the direction of the border with Sarion, indicating that he had not yet joined his accomplices after fleeing from Pohuraban, and was now risking himself as bait." So I sent my own soldiers out and told them not to fight, but to try to compress his space so that I could have time to lay the net......" He explained patiently, but Maryse had the most headache for this kind of analysis, and after listening to it, she kept shaking her head: "Stop, stop, stop!" Can you make a long story short? β
"Yes!" Hercules replied happily, "Eight words, will be counted, ambush on all sides." β
"I don't understand!" Maryse replied cheerfully.
......Hercules was silent for a long time, and looked into Marise's eyes sincerely: "Miss Maris, since you don't understand, why do you come to accuse me?" Although I am still your lieutenant for now, it stands to reason that I should follow your orders. But after last night, haven't you realized how messy you are in military decision-making? β
Malis opened her mouth, unable to say a word. Hercules' tone was not stern, but every word pierced her vital point like a needle, making her unable to argue. She was the one who was killed, and she was also the one who was held hostage by Ai Xiu, and she was also to blame for the loss of the logistics base in the sea of fire!
"How sure are you?" Maryse asked in a low voice.
"Ninety percent." Hercules said categorically, "There is a ninety percent chance that the warrior who uses his body as bait will be caught." β
"Ninety percent?" Marise frowned, she knew Hercules, he said ninety, that is, real, unadulterated ninety, but also means that there is still one percent that he can't grasp, leaving the life of that warrior! "What makes you unsure?"
Hercules was silent, his gaze falling on a corner of the map, where the Mendelssohn Mountains, which separated Salion, Fieldsway, and Ravenston. The mountains are a paradise for bandits and outlaws, and Estheus's last chance of life is to escape into the Mendelssohn Mountains before Hercules tightens his snare and completes the siege!
Hercules clapped his hands gently, and a soldier walked in: "My lord, what are your orders?" β
"Order, prepare the horse."
"Yes!"
The soldier went out, and Hercules began to pierce the armor, and Marise looked at him inexplicably: "What are you doing here?" β
"I'm going to cut off this last chance myself!" The visor fell with a "snap", and in Hercules's eyes, a blade-like cold light bloomed wildly.