Fort Dragonguard is named after its early years as a branch of the Dragon Knights, it is located on the border of Livingston on the high place of Frost Mountain, although it is built on the mountain, the mountain is not steep and steep, the slope is gentle, the field of vision is wide, but every mountain must be dangerous, but also because of the existence of eight hundred Ravenston rangers, the first 300 meters of Fort Longwei is the forest thunder pool that makes the Fields people prohibitive. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoSince the stalemate between the two countries in December 353, Fields is afraid of Ravenston's rain of arrows, and Livingston is not afraid of Fieldsway's heroic three points? The battle between the Empire and Daxia had settled in the dust of Thurbuk, and the undeclared war of Sarion had come to an end, but there had never been a single major battle on this side, and scouts on both sides circled back and forth between the north and west coasts like crows, and spies piled up.

"Is this military map really from the hands of a mercenary in Silverlake Town?" The gray-haired old man's fingers brushed over the huge arrows of the topographic map, and he gasped hard into the cold air, and he glanced at the tactical snow tray beside him, the position of the camp was exactly the same, and the former was even more detailed. Only by going to the battlefield and observing from the side can there be such a high-quality map, and the profound tactical literacy of the drawer is vividly expressed on this map, as if he has the demeanor of a famous general.

"And he is well aware of our predicament here, the beginning of spring is imminent, and Duke Alexis will lead his troops to deal with the Misty Mountain tribes who are coming down the mountain to sweep away. The ration of military rations is becoming more and more tight, and it will be detrimental to our army if it continues to be consumed. Gellbold said.

The old man's brows furrowed tightly, he was the commander-in-chief, and it was impossible not to be unaware of the increasingly dire situation, and as time passed, the scales of war had already inevitably tipped in Fieldsway's favor. Not to mention whether the 3,000 or so people under his command in the hills were enough to eat more than 10,000 troops of the Marquis of Sigimund, even if the two were evenly matched, he was not sure that he would be able to win a four-point victory in the hands of the Marquis known as the "Iron Arm". It's not that his formation is far inferior to that of the Marquis of Sigiesmond, it's just that the Ravenstonians are home in the snow fields rather than the hills, and the Guardian Legion, although its hard power is limited, knows the way of snow warfare, and knows where the bottomless snow pits are, and where the snow is solid to tread. However, in the event of a decisive battle in the hills, this advantage is lost. At present, there are only two ways to go in front of him: first, withdraw the army from Longwei Fort, shrink the defensive line, and surrender both Frost Breath Mountain and Dragon Guard Fort to the Fieldswigs; Second, entrust the winner or loser of this battle to a mercenary captain whose name he only knows today.

"This Esher Baranduk," the old man slowly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as a falcon on the top of a cold mountain, "what is the strength of his mercenary team?" ”

Gelbold hesitated for a moment, and told the truth: "Very weak, sixty or so people are not elite, and they are not well-equipped. Even if it is compared horizontally among the mercenaries, it is not a strong team. ”

"Then why did he attack Pohuraban?" The old man snorted heavily in his nose, "It's a waste of food to be a prisoner of this gang of miscellaneous soldiers!" ”

Gelbold took a deep breath: "This morning he seems to have clashed with Fieldsway's side, a team of Valkyrie knights rushed into Silverlake Town, but they were all killed by Baranduke, all of them were killed with one sword, and even the 'Greatsword' Marys who led the team was subdued by him. Based on this alone, I think he is stronger than the vast majority of first-class martial artists in China. ”

"Is it so strong? Then this person should have already made a name for himself, why is he still messing around in Silver Lake Town? With his force, it may be easy to come out on top in the athletic tournament. The old man shook his head incessantly, "Suspicious, too suspicious." Those who come are not good, and those who are good are not coming. ”

"But," the old man said, "let him try." Anyway, mercenaries are a one-shot deal, and failure will not help the battle situation, and success will naturally be happy for everyone. Gail, tell him that the employment fee is 150,000 dinars. Give 10,000 dinars first, and if it works, the remaining 140,000 will be given by Ivanles! ”

Gal Bode was taken aback: "One hundred and fifty thousand dinars? Is it too much to give? ”

The old man, that is, Viscount Ivanles, glanced at him coldly: "Then let's open up in front of the Dragon Guard Fort and fight with Sigimund?" If he really destroyed the logistics line of the Fields and forced the Marquis of Sigimund to retreat, he would not only save Livingston's territory outside the northern border, but also the lives of the more than 3,000 young men in Fort Dragonguard! What is 150,000? He leaned back on the wooden chair wearily, rubbing his temples, "Go ahead." ”

"Yes, father." Gelbold said, suddenly remembering something, and asked in a low voice, "Then ...... Mary?"

Viscount Ivanles waved his hand: "That's a prisoner of the family, what to do with it is their business." ”

"But, father, capturing a quasi-first-class martial artist alive is a great achievement! What's more, Marith is also the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Sigimund, and her weight is very important. With her, maybe Your Majesty will consider restoring your title! ”

Viscount Ivanles did not open his eyes, but said indifferently:

"Relying on prisoners of war for war merits violates the honor of soldiers."

……

"Boom, la......" Huang Chengcheng's dinar poured into the leather bag, making a clear sound, like a stream splashing out of the cracks in the stones, Salaman's gloomy face, walked from one end of the team to the other, and slammed the leather bag into the hands of the departing mercenary. The mercenaries stared, carrying heavy leather bags in their hands, and the hard metallic texture inside the soft animal skin made them a little overwhelmed, this is to spend money to keep them? A mercenary had the audacity to ask what medicine was sold in Salaman's gourd, but the latter slashed him with his eyes: "Take the money, get out of here!" He shouted in a suppressed voice.

The mercenaries laughed wryly, knowing that it was severance pay, and dispersed happily. The incident of leaving the team was originally their fault, but they didn't expect that they had eaten and drunk well in Yinhu Town for so many days, and they could make a windfall before leaving, such a good thing is rare in Pande. The mercenaries who stayed in the team were also a little commotion, after all, a thousand dinars was an eye-catching number, and when they escorted the profiteers of the Sarion Chamber of Commerce in the past, they ran from south to north and from east to west, tired and tired, and they would earn seven or eight hundred dinars in one trip. A mercenary who was familiar with Salamane couldn't help but ask: "Boss, these cowards can get such a large sum of money, what about us who stay in the team?" ”

"Ravenston's commission, of course." Salamatan patted his chest, but his hands and mouth were empty, and most of the soldiers in the team had escaped, and his already poor combat effectiveness was even weaker, and he might be disliked if he used to be cannon fodder. The mercenary who asked was not stupid: "Don't lie to us, boss, we have so few people left, and Ravenston still looks up to us?" ”

Salaman opened his mouth, the words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get out half a word. Just then, a carriage came galloping and braked sharply in front of the camp. Gellbold jumped out of the carriage and shouted, "Is Mr. Baranduke here?" ”