The lion fights the rabbit and does his best, not to mention that the opponent is a skilled jungle hunter, the troll Deadwood Clan.

In the tactical meeting, Carlos did not insist on leading the team because of Heney. Mareb's words convinced him.

"Lord Sir, your prowess is the best of the Hillbride Hills. But three times as many as the enemy and the commander to take the lead in the charge was an insult to the soldiers. Your role is to observe and speculate on the strength of the opposing trolls, providing valuable first-hand information for future battle plans. ”

Although Henie. What Mareb said made sense, but Carlos still felt that it was a pity to give up such an opportunity to show off his martial arts skills and gain prestige.

"Well, I'll leave twenty knights in reserve, and the rest of the men will be under your command. We are here to avenge the late Prince Jerio, just the head, not the mouth. Carlos patted Heney. Mareb's shoulders motioned to the commander of the Knights of the King of Alterac to distribute the men, and he and Biglas and his son found a place to sit and rest.

"It looks like the bet is going to be annulled." Carlos said regretfully.

"I don't have any opinion. My cavalry is still fooling around at Dunhold Castle, and I'm just a high-ranking infantryman. Biglas gave his eager son a slap in the face, and said nothing.

Danas is definitely the best of his age, but he is also interested in hunting on horseback, and the village girl and so on. Carlos grew up in fear of the future, and his strong sense of urgency and clear purpose allowed him to develop physique and fighting skills that far surpassed those of his peers. Biglas knew that he could use his experience to defeat Carlos after thirty moves, but his stupid son would be defeated by Carlos in two moves. Out of the glory of the knight and the love of his father, Biglas, who often sparred with Carlos, would not explain Carlos's strength to his son in detail.

"Although the safety of the boys under me is important, I still want to see how strong the trolls are in the situation of trapped beasts." Carlos's insight made the knights and Biglas around him nod secretly.

"Father, don't you teach me never to despise my enemies? We can easily destroy the troll's will to fight, so why force the other party to fight back? Curious baby Danas asked.

"Because of the change of identity." Carlos answered Danas directly, "As a warrior, killing your opponent cleanly is the best honor." As a commander, you can only defeat your enemies if you know them thoroughly. Everything we know about trolls comes from Mr. Duya's elaborations and fairy tales. Yes, we don't know about the Troll race, nor do we know about our current adversaries, the Deadwood Clan. So we need a small but intense battle to observe and infer the combat power of the Deadwood Trolls. This will be important for future campaigns. ”

"What Big Brother Carlos said makes a point." Danas had a teachable expression.

"Fool, although I didn't say it explicitly, didn't I usually teach you?" Kicking Glass's leg was a kick, and he felt that his majesty as a father had been damaged.

"But you didn't make it clear to Henny that he understands your intentions?" Biglas is not so sure.

"Heni. Mareb has a talent for commanding, right? Carlos's tone was affirmative, not an inquiry, but an expression.

"I can only say that if you don't really survive the war, who would dare to call yourself a veteran." Biglas was a little emotional, as if some long-ago memories were being recalled.

"There are more than 20 soldiers on the sentry post, and Henie has a full squad of 5 (remember, 1 squad with 12 men was mentioned earlier.) The god of war originally had 7 squads in his hands, and 2 squads went to play with the Night Man. There are 30 tin cans to support the waist, three to one, how to lose. Carlos's words caused dissatisfaction among the members of the Knights next to him, others said that we can just forget it, Sir Carlos, you are now the Knight Captain of the Knights, how can you be self-defeating.

Because knights are different from cavalry, and generally use elite templates to calculate attributes, Carlos has never been able to estimate the strength of the knights from the number jù. But all the way down, I couldn't beat half of the 300 tin cans that followed me to Hinterland. Not to mention the array charge unique to cavalry, which is a skill that Carlos does not possess.

To be a knight, you must first be a qualified cavalryman. It is not necessary to be able to ride a horse to be called a cavalry, and if there are not enough of them, the cavalry will be restrained by the infantry. That's right, restrained by the infantry, so don't be superstitious about the invincibility of cavalry in some novels. A qualified cavalryman first needs to be able to skillfully use a cavalry gun to charge, and secondly, he needs to have the strength to dismount and fight as an infantryman. When a cavalryman loses the force of the impact, the best option is to dismount and fight, a two-legged man is more flexible than a four-legged horse. With a single cavalry charge, you just have to dodge, while with a cavalry charge in an array, you have to resist head-on, or flee with your back, both of which are equally desperate. It takes at least three years of training to stay on display with your comrades in the charge, which is far more difficult than it seems.

When the sky began to darken, the bald brother came to report the situation again, and the troll team found the sentry sentry, hunted two bighorn deer and a wild boar, and had begun to cook, and it was expected to start the operation after nightfall.

"Uncle, I'm a little worried, what if the trolls are instigated, the ambush battle will turn into a pursuit war, and we will get rid of it." Carlos suddenly remembered the question.

"What would you do if the trolls built a sentry in Tarummere?" Biglas asked rhetorically.

"Tear it down." Carlos replied, "I'm afraid that they will divide their forces and move in a way that can wipe them all out, and it will be difficult to run away from one of them, and it will be difficult to build such a stable base." ”

"Why do you want to do so much, you still want to build the outpost under the nose of others?" Biglas looked at the insatiable man with disdain.

At the end of June, the weather in Hinterland is not bad, especially in the second half of the night, it is cool and quiet, and it is a good time to sleep.

"I always feel that there will be casualties if the soldiers who don't alert the sentry will be killed." Carlos chewed on the fibrous roots of a vine plant, feeling the faint sweetness in his mouth.

"Deep in the front line, even the sentry can't do a good job of night defense, and he deserves to die." Biglas is very open, and the reinforcements are hidden in the field of vision, which can't be supported for a little time, so it's really better to die.

As a result, an infuriating scene occurred, and when the troll figure appeared at the sentry campfire, not a single human soldier reacted.

"Carlos, I'm afraid something happened." Biglas slowly stood up.

"What else can happen, someone has touched the whistle, and when the dead are over, what can happen to the dead!" When Carlos joined the army in his previous life, he hated those who stood sentry and dozed off at night. According to the rules, the whistle is always on the sentry post, and even if you can't beat the intruder, you can always sound the alarm to wake up your companions. Because you doze off alone, and dozens or hundreds of companions are killed in your sleep, how can you not be angry, how can you not hate.

At a distance of more than four hundred yards, the troll was the size of a fingernail in Carlos's eyes, and though it was unknown what it was dancing in front of a campfire, it wouldn't be a good thing. Heni. Mareb, what are you doing? Carlos couldn't help but wonder.

"In groups of four, choose your own path, and stand by at a position of a hundred yards, and in a moment I will lead the charge." Carlos stared at the troll in front of the campfire and gave the order.