With the sound of hula, the Falcon Crown Banner shook straight in the gale. Inside the wooden wall under this banner www.biquge.info a group of Lucians were busy preparing the catapults and ballistas.

This specialized siege machine has no properties that will never wear out. Each launch is a serious reduction in their lifespan.

After today's series of stone bomb attacks, the ropes on those siege equipment have been loosened, and the raised arms have some cracks. Even bearings cast from pig iron exhibit varying levels of wear. If it wasn't repaired, it wouldn't be enough for it to fall apart in a few cases.

Replace ropes made of animal tendons and fur. Use secondary repair techniques to address small cracks in the wood and subtle wear on pig iron bearings. The rest of the craftsmen checked the specifications of the stone projectiles, and if there were any differences, they took out their tools and readjusted them.

Logs that are the thickness of the bowl mouth are planed with a planer after the branches are removed. One of the ends is sharpened, hardened over fire, and then coated with tung oil and a special fire-retardant coating. It has become the most convenient building material for the camp wall - since the advent of this semi-standardized building template that can be used repeatedly, most ordinary armies often use flatbed trucks to pull this piece of wood when they travel far away.

Of course, the real tyrants often have a series of magical camps that use supernatural powers. That kind of camp is easy to build at a uniform speed, and the protection ability is far from being comparable to that of such wood. Unfortunately, the high cost has not allowed it to be popularized on a large scale, and although there are arrangements in the Lucia Kingdom, it is impossible to equip these non-core armies.

But even with such portable building materials, a camp capable of accommodating thousands of people could not be built in a short period of time. So Lucia's camp was thus divided into an outer camp and an inner camp - their field was a wall made of logs.

The outer camp was mainly used to house local troops, baggage troops, servant troops recruited from the small western states and steppe tribes, and the leading party recruited from the Cruze Kingdom. The inner camp is where elite armies, professional craftsmen, and those who cast spells go about their daily activities.

In the middle of the camp was a tent that was far larger than the others, and its silk was woven in satin of red, white, and blue. The curtain at the doorway was covered with Ashkenazi-esque tassels made of silk cloth, while the two imposing guards outside the door stared ahead.

At the same time, the two guards were also wearing red, white, and blue linen smocks, and from the occasional exposed material, it was clear that they were wearing chain mail underneath the smocks. However, aside from the swords around their waists and the covered helmets, it is not clear what other equipment they have for the time being.

After a long discussion in the camp before, Officer Lucia stepped into the tent. Contrary to what might be expected, although there were only one or two windows, the inside of this tent was noticeably better lit than most common tents. However, the three magic lamps that hung under the roof of the tent and blessed with an unquenchable flame explained this.

And as the only tent that doesn't require you to bow your head when you enter the door, the space inside will not give people a little oppressive feeling. Behind the table in the center of the tent, an old man with a gray beard looked at the map on the table and scratched his stick. With the movement of his limbs, the cloak revealed the beauty of the folds that naturally draped.

"I'm sorry that today's plan was a complete failure. He didn't even manage to take the city, and he didn't even manage to consume the number of troops in Camprin. A young officer, who had just stepped into the tent, lowered his head and whispered.

Then the old man scolded: "Lift up my head for me!" No matter what happens, if you lose your momentum first, you will lose half of it first. I've already heard the herald tell me about the situation, but as front-line commanders, let's start reporting your opinions! ”

"Yes! Yes! About today's battle......" Then the Lucian officer, with her head down, immediately raised her head, like a schoolboy handing in his homework. From this it seems that it is not difficult to see that Lucia is clearly using Camplin City as a training ground to train these inexperienced newcomers.

Because in the eyes of the Lucians, taking the small demilitarized city of Camplin by themselves is already a sure thing. That's why they chose to let those inexperienced young officers preside over the battle on this side under the leadership of the veteran general. As for the loss of those ordinary soldiers, in the eyes of the Lucians it was naturally not as important as the growth of the noble officers.

"The original plan went relatively smoothly, and those guys in Camplin City even had to use a hole card to keep the berserkers who had never appeared before able to maintain the stability of the battle line." Then another young man with curly blonde hair also spoke, "We were also prepared for this, that guy just showed himself not long ago, and he lost his combat effectiveness in the blow." As for whether we will survive or not, our intelligence is not clear at this time. ”

"If it weren't for those damned cavalry who suddenly appeared, we might have opened the gates of Camplin City in a combination of top and bottom." The Lucia officer at the beginning was quite resentful at this time. With his excited tone, his chest rose and fell while tightening the carved buttons.

After listening to the statements of these young men, the expression of the elderly Lucia officer did not change in the slightest: "Then do you think you have anything to review about today's failure?" ”

With these words, the Lucia officers, who had different expressions, fell into an ice cave one by one, as if they had been kicked out of their homes in the winter and experienced the baptism of the cold current. It was obvious that the performance of this opportunity just now could not satisfy the old man in front of him, but the majesty of the other party was enough to make these young people sit still.

"I, we shouldn't rely solely on the Falcon's surveillance, we should have scouting rangers around the perimeter. That way, even if the cavalry attacked, we would be able to spot them and prepare for them. At this time, an officer of Lucia, with brown eyes and a little scum, forced her answer calmly.

However, from his tone, you can still hear this man's apprehension. It seems that this answer, if not something he pondered temporarily, at least did not seem to have thought about it.

"Is that all?" It took a long time to hear such an answer, and the old man was obviously quite unhappy. And after hearing his almost questioning words, several Lucia officers, who had been silent, felt their cold hairs stand on end—and in a moment their clothes were all glued to their backs.

As if fear had stimulated their cerebral cortex, the young man with curly blond hair immediately spoke eagerly, "Perhaps we should arrange some defensive infantry phalanxes on either side of the besieging troops during the siege." At the same time, let the reserves in the large camp also be ready. In this way, even if something unexpected happens, it will not be as powerless as it was just now. ”

"It's not complete, but it's good." The expression on the old man's face finally softened somewhat. After seeing that the wrinkles seemed to have decreased a lot, the young officers, who were originally scared half to death, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts at this time.

After the atmosphere was no longer as bad as it had just been, the officer, who had kept his head down at first, plucked up the courage to ask: "Mikhail, do you know the news of the cavalry that suddenly broke into the battlefield today?" ”

"I don't know exactly now, and I need more information to confirm their situation. One thing is for sure, though, those guys aren't Cruze. The Cruze are not without cavalry of this calibre, but they are all under the watchful eye of our intelligence officers, and it is impossible for them to suddenly appear here. The old man's words were categorical, and he was obviously very confident in his own side's intelligence infiltration work.

"In this case, it should be the army of the Norhan Kingdom. The national art of declaring war had just arrived, and their soldiers had already reached it. It also looks like it was definitely a premeditated action. The officer, who had been touching his beard, immediately made such a guess.

Then the blonde officer tilted his head: "Is it on the side of Norhan?" With this amount, it is not possible for any lord to send it. The royal family of Norhan, the Marquis of Malgin, the Viscount of Boram......"

This guy obviously has a certain amount of research on Nohan's information, so he can be said to be a treasure when reporting suspicious targets.

"But maybe it's a large mercenary group recruited from the south!" It seemed that he didn't want the companion to be preoccupied, and then someone on the side raised a different opinion. It seems that these people are trying to show themselves in front of the old man.

The elder, who took the surname Mikhail, waved his hand: "Judging from what you have seen, it is possible that Uhtred and Notson can be guessed by both of you. But I am sure that one of the horsemen of that cavalry regiment never made a move. So they will definitely not be members of mercenary regiments, but regular troops from the kingdom of Nohan. ”

"Another knight." Hearing this, the young Lucia officers gasped one by one. Although these young people are quite eye-catching, they are still very rational in their understanding of the knight as a weapon of war.

General Mikhail also felt that he might have gone too far at this time: "Okay! Look, I'm scared of you. We had a plan for a similar situation before we acted, and as long as the other party came was not a big knight, we would not be too passive. ”

Although there were some doubts about General Mikhail's words, after hearing the elder say this, the mood of the Lucia officers calmed down a lot. The old man in front of him has changed from a stern examiner to a pillar at this time.

It's a pity that although General Mikhail said it easily, in fact, he was also not completely sure in his heart. After all, no matter how perfect the plan is, it is only a literal thing after all, and after the actual implementation, it will often encounter all kinds of problems. But even with a lot of worries and worries, the general of the Lucia Kingdom still handled the things that should be done properly.

"Kill!" Barrett, who was accompanied by the shouting of killing, grabbed the compound longbow on his back, and then the sound of 'whoosh' breaking through the air sounded in everyone's ears. The tapered arrows cut through the air, and the tight tail feathers moved with the wind. Sixty feet away, Lucia's cavalry gritted her teeth and clutched her left shoulder. The arrow pierced through the layers of leather armor and plunged deep into the flesh of the target.

In the land of the Cruze Kingdom, the best riders from Nohan and Lucia play this game of hunter and hunter. However, whether it is a hunter or a hunter, the identity between the two parties is never fixed. It all depends on each other's abilities and the arrangement of fate.

But the pain in the shoulder was just an appetizer. Then the white plum appeared, and in an instant, a little red plum appeared. Barrett, swinging the barrel of the gun, lifted the muscular serial rider from the saddle, then turned and swept the barrel of the gun to arc towards the name to the right.

It was clear that it was Barrett's Boreham Rangers who had the upper hand in this encounter. Having gained the advantage of being the first move, they were able to disintegrate the Lucian fighting power in a short period of time.

But at this moment, a black shadow suddenly burst out from the shadows under the neighing war horse. The dark shadow gradually revealed its true face in the sunlight, and Barrett ignored the close-fitting hunting suit and short shaggy hair, and now he was staring only at the short sword that pierced him.

The timing of the opponent's choice was quite clever, and even if Barrett did not use his strength at this time, and was limited to the physiology of humanoids, it was difficult to counterattack the surprise attack in this direction.

At this critical moment, Barrett gave up the spear in his hand, and then shook off the stirrup on his left leg, and with a single step on his right leg, he flipped off the horse's back - an ugly image but also an effective solution.

But the assassin was clearly not an idle man. With a faint glow from the dark ankle bracelets on his ankles, the guy immediately passed over the 'Phantom Pony' in front of him in a strange way. Then with a backhand swing, the short sword immediately slashed through the strong wind in the wilderness and stabbed Barrett under the armpit.

The gray dagger seemed to be unremarkable, though. But Barrett didn't dare to be cut by it - who knows what kind of power was attached to it, and Barrett didn't want to risk his life.

In this situation, he was finally able to make some counterattacks, and the dagger he drew from his combat boots instantly stopped the path of the enemy's dagger. (To be continued.) )