Act 110 Toniguel and the Young Lord (Second Update, Ranking Crazy)

The Seventh Day of the Moon of Sleep -

After the first snow.

As a bitter winter blocked the highways from the mountains of Anlek to the countryside of Ampesel, two months of wasted rhetoric by lobbyists in Freeport ended up in vain, and the cold season finally froze the turbulent shape of the North, and the rumors of the war in the North that had been ferocious two months ago were finally dissipated as if they were a rumor.

But only those who can really see through this qiē understand that there is a deeper crisis hidden beneath this false calm. Beneath the surface of the silver-clad frozen world is not silence, but an explosion of patience.

The sword screamed, thirsting for blood.

It was as if winter had gone to spring, and after the snowflakes had bloomed, it was not snow that seeped into the land, but blood water, and Brando knew this very well. It's like knowing the black and white letters in a history book.

But when the earth is dormant, there is a latent force that is ready to move under the snow. Like the clear sound of horses' hooves through the forest, shaking the earth—when the old knight Pallas led his knights on the hill in the cold wind for the first time on this small hill in Mintai's territory—he did not know that the fire of the battle that had ignited in Toniguel had reached the desks of many dukes and lords through unknown channels.

In a sensitive period, a single spark will detonate the situation, and everyone thinks that Her Royal Highness is taking risks, but no one expected that this silver-haired little girl can only accept Brando's 'kindness' with a wry smile now.

So where will Count Denel go, this is inevitably meaningful.

But no one cares about the fate of a chess piece.

Only when Princess Griffiin got the information that Pallas had begun to march towards the fir leader, she couldn't help but twist the parchment with two fingers and shook it, and said to Overwell beside her with a soft smile: "Overwell, who do you think will win?" ”

Overwell bowed slightly: "Reason tells me to let Count Denel win, but intuition tells me not necessarily." ”

"What if I win?"

"Then make Count Denel even more afraid to act rashly."

"What about losing?"

"Enlek would also be inclined to let Denel at least remain neutral, which is exactly what the old fellow wants-"

"That is, all in all, it does us no harm?"

"If Her Royal Highness the Princess could realize that Count Jean Denel would never be the same person with us"

"It's a pity that Makaro and Mr. Leo Woods can't see that." The silver-haired girl held her cheeks with one hand and sighed.

Overwell did not reply lightly, for it seemed to him that the Cunning Fox and Master Lewoods were not unable to see this, but out of their own considerations; Perhaps in their opinion, the Count of Denel was at least more reliable than a young man of unknown origin, and Macaro did not want Her Royal Highness to have much to do with the young man, and Sir Wolf was keenly aware of this.

He couldn't say these words, otherwise it would cause suspicion within the royal party, but he believed that this wise princess could also see it.

"You say," Griffi's slender eyelashes lifted slightly, and she stared at the minister, "why did he do this, was it just because of his so-called natural affection for the royal family?" ”

The girl shook her head again, her background made her innate distrust of this kind of good feeling that had no connection of interests: "I'm afraid not necessarily." ”

"In the eyes of His Majesty, it is out of the ambition of an adventurer—"

"Ambition?"

Princess Griffiin blinked.

But at this moment, the old knight Pallas, who was standing in the cold wind, obviously did not know that there was a beautiful princess who was evaluating the fate of both sides, and the old knight lifted the mask with his calloused hands, exhaled a breath of white air in the cold air, and looked at the distant mountains with white mist.

Down the hill is the camp after the attack.

This is already the sixth attack this week.

The attacker was a caveman, or a caveman.

The old man's forehead was almost crowded together, and his old face was more like a knotted bark. The figures of the knights behind him came out of the forest one after another, and most of them also looked solemn.

They had thought that the rolling hills of the Mintai region were less treacherous than the Grajar Mountains, where they had fought for many years, and that the mob of enemies was not as elusive as the mountain people, and they thought they could breathe a sigh of relief - more people saw the coming war as an opportunity to relax.

But I didn't expect to meet a more tricky guy before I met a refugee.

"Are these damn cavemen rioting?" scolded, indignantly. Cavemen raid a wide variety of targets, not limited to military targets, sometimes granaries and manors are within their hunting range.

Although the army of Denel has not yet gathered, these elusive attacks have already caused panic in the territory. The damage caused by the attack was not significant, but Pallas feared that it would delay the build-up of the army.

In particular, it has recently developed into a camp where mountain people gather, and this is the second camp to be attacked.

The cavemen were so fast in the forest that the mountaineers were unprepared when they attacked, causing the monsters to burst in from the north, killing and wounding many people before quickly retreating.

The terrain in the forest is complicated, and the cavalry cannot be deployed, so there is no way to track, which is even worse.

"How many people have been lost?"

"Not many, more than a dozen, but a lot of injuries."

"How much has been lost in total this week."

"Nearly a hundred," replied the knight, "and that's not counting the losses of the battle. ”

"Why are there combat losses?" Pallas looked back and asked, it was still early to leave the war, and the mobilization of food, grass and other supplies was far slower than expected, and the mountain people could not be assembled quickly - less than 12 out of 10 had arrived so far.

But what made him strange was that he had never given any orders, how could there be battle damage.

"It's because a group of mountain people privately assembled to retaliate and fight back, but after entering the Mintai Territory, they were ambushed, and only one or two people came back." The knight replied.

"These fools," the old knight scolded, "and how many losses are there in total, from the first attack to the present?" ”

The knights looked at each other before one answered.

"More than three hundred."

"It's only two weeks—" Pallas shook his head, the loss was acceptable. Because if he doesn't take the initiative to attack, it's really hard for him to have any way to take these things.

However, in his opinion, this is the last struggle of the other party.

In the past two months, Pallas had enough information that the noble privateers who had fled from Fir City had brought him a lot of useful information - for example, he knew that Brando's men had cavemen, probably hundreds, or even thousands.

With hundreds of cavemen and more than a thousand mercenaries, Pallas felt that if he was steady, he would have a good chance of winning. The mistake of the old fellow of Sir Minthai would never have been made a second time—in fact the old knight knew that according to his character, he probably would not even make the first.

His hand rubbed the metal hilt, and he had heard that Karglis had been captured by the mob as well, but he had been worried about his student all these days.

Pallas had planned for another month and a half, and he didn't care if the mountain people lost another thousand lives, or even a third of them were out of the battle sequence.

But the old knight understood that on the battlefield, numbers were not counted like this.

Because if what he predicted really happened, it would be a fatal blow to morale, and it would not even be necessary to throw the mountain people who stayed in the area into chaos.

He saw that the other party was putting pressure on him, trying to force himself to fight him in advance.

But it's not that simple, and the ambushed mountain people illustrate it well. Pallas knew he couldn't be impulsive, but on the other hand, the chattering mountain leaders gave him a headache.

They were rightly right, and the cavemen of the forest had even gone deep into the hinterland this week to burn down a granary in Pallas—which made him wonder if there was something wrong with Schavrund, since the cavemen could only penetrate into Pallas in the direction of Guò.

However, Shavlund's spies reported that it was normal, and he sent a second group of spies for this purpose, and found nothing unusual.

This only made the old knight scold that the Shavrund region that Aukins was in charge of was simply a sieve that anyone could infiltrate.

But he didn't think that if it weren't for this sieve, his own people might not be able to penetrate it.

Pallas touched his sword, but finally pressed the urge in his heart, he shook his head and said, "Let's go back." ”

"My lord," the knights were a little puzzled, "forget it, what about those cavemen?" ”

"Let the mountain people shrink their defenses, change the route of material deployment, and re-plan the location of the granary. The enemy is in the dark, we are in the light, and we can only be vigilant—"

"But this is too much time, so we might as well just go over and kill them."

"If you think so, then your enemies will be happy," Pallas replied coldly, "the undead of Madara, the mountain people, and even the food and other supplies have not yet arrived, and if you lose the Pallas Collar again, then let Lord Denel put his face somewhere-"

"We have several thousand men at our disposal, and the army of the mountain people in our territory is gradually approaching two thousand," said the knight, "even if the other party adds the cavemen, it will not make our opponents?" ”

"Sir Mintai's old fool thinks so too, and you see what happened to him?"

"But if we do that, it will affect the time of the assembly, my lord."

"Well, it's better to delay until the dawn of spring - sending troops in the winter is not a good sign—" Knight Pallas shook his head - although the sporadic harassment was harmless, it was tantamount to a slap in the face, and he had no way to fight back.

He was a cautious man, and the other party seemed to see that.

However, Pallas's only confidence now is that he will never be so dizzy because of anger that he will make the decision to send troops early. This old knight thinks that he sees that the other party is a trapped beast, so he has to fight steadily, trapping the other party little by little, and not giving the other party a chance to break the game.

The shame of the present will be slowly regained in the future.

"Drag it out until the moon of spring dawn? For so long, won't the Earl blame it? Three months, Martha is on top, how much food is needed? ”

"Your Excellency, if you do this, the Earl will kill us."

"On the contrary," said Pallas, glancing at his old men, "the longer we drag, the better, you have to look farther, the battlefield is not confined to Toniguel - in short, the adults will not come to trouble you until this war is over." ”

"Some things can be measured not only by the amount of money consumed," the old knight, although he was a pure soldier, but his experience was rich enough for him to see through the waves behind this seemingly calm situation: "Of course, if we can do a good job, the Earl will have more peace of mind—"

"That's nature." The knights chimed in.

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