"Mortar?" The adjutant was stunned for a moment.

All mortar units were to continue to bombard the Olin trees above the top of the hill, which was ordered by His Majesty King Berni Facius himself.

You're not going to use it for public and private purposes, right? Will I be blamed then......

"What? Do you have questions? Alfred narrowed his eyes with a dangerous expression.

The adjutant who was well versed in the way of the workplace immediately shook his head: "No problem! It's just that the mortar unit is directly under His Majesty the King, and I'm afraid that it will not easily obey the command of one of my adjutants, can you ask His Excellency Alfred to provide a written order? ”

"That's nature." Alfred said lightly, waved a note, and finally signed his name.

The adjutant took it and looked at it, and it was written to the effect that "the northern front has been infiltrated by the enemy's elite troops, and more than half of the front-line knight team has been lost, and the mortar unit is required to provide bombing support".

This, the elite troops are right, and it is not wrong that the front-line knight troops have lost more than half, but there is no direct causal relationship between the two at all! Isn't the reason for the loss of more than half of the loss because of your strange fueling tactics?

The adjutant expressed his admiration for Lord Alfred's penmanship, which seemed to be the truth, but could be understood as the opposite of the facts.

Even if you find out afterwards, you can't blame him for this, after all, it's your misunderstanding and not someone else's lie.

The adjutant shook his head with emotion, thinking that he was still too young and innocent, not as experienced as Lord Alfred.

Well, I still have to learn one.

With the note in hand, the adjutant found the commander of the mortar unit in the rear, a crusader veteran in his forties, who was busy sweating profusely.

For no other reason, all the artillery was dispersed and fought independently, so the commander had to give separate orders to each squad, directing them to keep mobile while firing, and try to avoid the flames and thunder projected from the hills.

"Your Excellency Erich!" The adjutant immediately handed over the note, "A request from His Excellency Alfred, commander of the Northern Front, for fire support from the mortar unit!" ”

Commander Erich took the note and looked at it, and was immediately shocked.

More than half of the Knight team on the Northern Front has been lost? I remember that there are more than 600 knights on your northern front alone! More than three hundred have already been killed? Is the other party an elite force composed of demigods?

"I'll send you a mortar unit at once." Commander Erich said, "The northern line of defense must be defended!" Otherwise, our scattered artillery lads will be hit with a double blow from above and around! ”

"Yes!" The adjutant gave a military salute.

On the other side, the Azure Sword, which had been fighting for several hours, gradually lost some of its physical strength.

"The frequency of encounters has begun to decrease." Eleanor gasped, resting her spear on the ground, "Is it because we're starting to enter the enemy's hinterland?" ”

"I guess it's because the loss is too big." Sheila looked around warily, "Watch out for snipers and assassins. ”

"No, it won't." Medea corrected her, "The other party knows that I have psychic abilities, and it is impossible for me to be stupid enough to send someone to sneak attack." Unless it's ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp whistling was heard in the distance.

"Teleport!" Asker's shout immediately sounded, and everyone didn't think about it, and hurriedly mobilized their spirits to enter the Hearthfire Island.

So only the artifact ancient book was left in place, and under the continuous bombardment of several mortar shells, the shockwave that was set off flew up, and finally fell on the ruins with a snap.

Still intact.

After a few minutes, a figure teleported from the Hearth Island, and as soon as he entered the main plane, he opened a parasol in his hand, intending to teleport into the shadow realm when the situation was not good.

This is the method that Asker taught Mia: hold up a parasol during the day, and with the help of the shadow cast by the parasol, you can enter the shadow realm to avoid attacks anytime and anywhere.

If the parasol is destroyed by an attack and the shadow disappears, teleport back immediately before the spirit is injured, which will give you about 2-3 seconds of invincibility, as the body travels between the two planes, so it will not take damage from the main plane.

Players call it the "Card Invincible Frame Method".

There are still many such cheap tricks in Asker's memory, and he plans to teach them to the girls in the future.

After crouching for a while with a parasol, Mia confirmed that there was no follow-up mortar bombardment, and hurriedly called everyone out of the Fire Island.

Alfred burst out laughing when he learned that the mortar unit had projected a large amount of fire at the latest coordinates.

"Aren't you very capable, huh? And killed nearly half of my knights? He said viciously, waving his hand to the adjutant, "Go, let a team of knights pass by, and bring the corpse of that squad to me, and I'm going to use their commander's head as a night pot." ”

The adjutant was speechless, so he had to get the correspondent to contact a team at the front and repeat Alfred's orders.

"What a joke!" Sir Marello on the other side said angrily, "Nearly half of my comrades-in-arms have been ordered by your fools to rush to the front and die!" Now it's my team again! ”

"No, Sir Mariero." "The mortar unit has bombarded the enemy team several times, and now it is estimated that only corpses are left there," the adjutant explained. ”

"If you can get the body of the culprit, it will also be good for your team's merit calculation,"

"Really?" Sir Marello hesitated. If it's just to pick up corpses, it's not dangerous.

Considering that this enemy team killed nearly half of the front-line knight troops, then the head bounty of the people involved should also be very high.

After asking his attendants to confirm that a few mortar shells had just been fired in the distance, Sir Mariro hesitated to agree.

So the team headed towards the coordinate position, and when they were still two hundred meters away from the destination, they unfortunately met the people of the Azure Sword Mercenary Group.

On the other side, the adjutant sat down next to the correspondent in exhaustion, listening to the correspondent constantly complaining and whining to him.

The vast majority of the front-line crusaders now refused to follow Alfred's orders, calling him a "fool", and even his direct correspondents were affected.

Every time the correspondent contacted the knights, he had to be scolded by the other party for a few words of "shit", which made the correspondent himself very stressed.

I'm just a messenger, why should I bear the grievances of the low-level knights!

The adjutant expressed deep sympathy, sympathy, and deep sympathy.

Just as the two were pouring bitter water on each other, another emergency communication suddenly came.

As soon as the correspondent picked it up, he heard Sir Mariro's furious and desperate cries coming from within:

"Viscount Longfellow! I'm fucking you! Your whole family is going to hell......"

Then there was a scream from the other side, and communication was lost.

The adjutant stood up expressionlessly, he was the Viscount Longfellow who had been hunted in front of him in the newsletter, and his heart had already begun to turn over at this time.

"It's fine." The adjutant, Longfellow, patted the correspondent on the shoulder, and then went to Alfred.