"Tactics, as I often refer to as the art of war, can often play an extremely important role in the outcome of a battle......"

"But, sir, you rush up single-handedly every time......"

"Ahem, in the face of the absolute difference in strength, the role of tactics and stratagem has become insignificant."

After leaving Hualu Village, Gross and his party experienced several battles with the undead again, and decided to temporarily return to the town of Faun to resupply some necessary supplies-

The town became much more deserted overnight after being attacked by the undead, and when Gross and the others drove away some of the last undead who were entrenched here, the local lord, Baron Cardinor, quickly returned the next morning.

He led the knights and servants of the realm to join his uncle, a legion commander under the command of Earl Wolfe, but they were not yet halfway there, and when they chose to camp in a sparse woodland along the way, a series of hurried horses' hooves suddenly sounded in the hazy night—

"Who? Please stop now! ”

The knight by the campfire stood up and was about to draw his sword.

The night sky at the end of the moon was like a black velvety carpet densely inlaid with sparkling jewels, and near the woodland was a fairly wide road, and in the hazy night a figure on horseback gradually appeared, and he seemed to take off his hat and raise his hand:

"It's me, Lord Baron."

"Ambos?"

The voice was familiar.

Baron Cardino quickly recognized the visitor, Ampos, the youngest son of the town's "Fox and Berry" tavernkeeper, a young man who was outstanding in every way, and the only thing that stood out was those eyes—

His grayish-brown eyes, like those of his always cunning father, swirled from time to time, as if he was calculating something he did not want to be known.

"Ambos, what's the matter?"

The baron's tone was a little cold-

As a lord, it was a shame for the nobles to flee without a fight, and his heart may have been filled with a lot of chagrin and shame at this time, but when he thought of the swords, guns, bows and arrows of those undead troops, he became palpitating and frightened again.

He experienced the cruel "Fog Pine War", but because of this, not only did he not see through life and death, but cherished his life more and more. Originally, it was not his second son to inherit the territory, but after his father and brother died in battle, the family's territory naturally fell into his hands.

He didn't want to lose all of this—

There were hundreds of undead troops, and he knew very well that he was unable to deal with them, and in such a crisis situation at that time, he could not care about his people.

But for now, as a lord, he still has to maintain his majesty, he frowned, and stared at Ambos with a seemingly unhappy mood—

The young man drew closer and closer, until he was thirty paces away, and the light of the bonfire reflected the silhouette of his face and body, and then he turned over and dismounted, and walked briskly.

The knight beside him had already laid his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Thirty paces is a very sensitive distance, just what a good warhorse needs to accelerate from the start to the charge, and if Ambos had not dismounted, the knight's sword might have been unsheathed.

However, as a commoner, Ampos's behavior was already an offense to Baron Cardino.

But the baron didn't think too much, he knew very well that Ampos's personal strength was only worthy of completing the inauguration, although his martial arts skills were also mediocre among the nobles of the same age, but it was almost impossible for such a man to be dangerous at the high level of strength of the inauguration.

Ambos saluted respectfully, as if he didn't care about the baron's attitude.

"The undead have been repulsed?"

He said.

"Knocked back?"

Baron Cardinor and several knights around him couldn't help but be stunned when they heard this—

Although there is still a garrison of more than thirty people in the town of Faun, it is a wishful thinking to say that the militia who can't even hold a sword can inflict any casualties on the undead.

"Yes, Lord Baron. A troop of knights from the church passed through the town. ”

Ambos went on to reply—

At that time, Gross was the only one wearing the heavy armor of the Hyjal Rock, but after these misunderstandings, Gross himself did not explain them, so it was natural for all the townspeople, including Ampos, to think that this was a strong and well-trained team of church knights.

"And what about the knights now?"

Baron Cardinor, who was secretly sighing in his heart that he would not die and escape from responsibility, hurriedly asked-

Maybe he was trying to thank the Church Knights for their help, or maybe he was worried about the return of the undead, but in the end, the unexpected change of events made his emotions suddenly become a little excited.

"It's like leaving."

"Lord Baron, it seems that those church knights are just doing it easily."

A middle-aged knight next to Baron Cardinal said that he was dressed in a majestic suit of armor covered with ornate patterns, a flexible and beautiful armor that had been popular among the knights before the outbreak of the "Fog Pine War", but the Tassia people's strong bow and arrow skills had made the knights and nobles understand the flashiness of these goods.

By the time of the Red Moon, the retro style that belonged to the heavily armored knights of a hundred years ago had revived, and the heavy, simple plate armor had once again become the choice of most people.

"I see."

Baron Cardinal suddenly looked a little lost.

……

"So far, we've encountered small groups of undead troops, so the tactics haven't been fully represented. But when the real undead appear in front of us, you can imagine ......"

"Like facing the army of the kingdom, or the elite private soldiers of the great nobles?"

As the war horse slowly walked down the road, Redd asked as he raised his kettle and took a big sip.

"Correct, it's basically the same. Therefore, it is not something that can be done by one person if you want to directly attack a well-organized enemy formation. ”

"Chief, but there are seven of us, and if Mr. Stewart comes back from Lazis, there will be eight."

Oliver looked at his companion beside him, his gaze brushing over little Nuno in Miss Mage's arms, and he didn't think of the child who was less than seven years old as a "person".

The little guy flattened his mouth unhappily.

"Well, what I'm talking about one person attacking the enemy's formation is actually just an analogy, if everyone's strength has a crushing advantage over the enemy, this kind of action is not unavoidable."

Gross seemed to have a taste of Oliver's rhetoric - similar scenes had happened more than once these days, and he suddenly felt that it was not appropriate to explain these great tactical theories to his companions.

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