Early the next morning, Master Anderson returned from the Rasiman Force barracks, a dozen kilometers away.

He had already conveyed Sodrore's intentions, but Valad, the commander of an army of 40,000 men twenty kilometers east of Laxia, accepted it, but his expression was skeptical from beginning to end.

Obviously, in such a large field, if there is an army in the Karen Kingdom, there will definitely be a big movement. But until now, there was a bunch of black shadows flying by, and the mage didn't see any common sense of "army", so he finally said, "I will send a force to feint to relieve the pressure on the army of the Karen Kingdom." ”

This is the only thing he can do as a "commander", after all, the "feint" in Wallard's mouth is not to send troops to run under the city walls, but to really find a team of cavalry to hang around outside the city walls, and there will be no losses at all - any other actions that may cause losses need to be approved by the council.

Valad had long wanted to quickly defeat the city of Laxia and return to the errand, even if the attack of the Karen Kingdom failed, he could whitewash the "feint" as a "soldier drill" in the report, so this kind of "selling well" is really a political investment that is sure to make money and not lose money.

Anderson was clear about Wallard's intentions, but as a mage outside the military system, he understood that the other party was helpless in addition to contempt. Returning to the airport at this time, he was thinking about how to report this to Roddy... As a result, after turning over the low side, the mage almost thought that he was lost.

Overnight, countless tents were erected in the originally empty areas on both sides of the airport. Two staggeringly large-caliber self-propelled gun trucks were parked not far away, and the transport planes that had just landed were unloading more supplies, while hundreds of well-equipped soldiers were forming a platoon.

Sodrore's figure was also in the middle of the group, holding a square box and explaining something to them. Anderson frowned and looked at these newly arrived soldiers, and only felt strange: the leaders were as strong as giants, but there were many people in the middle of the team who were thin and short, and they looked very contrasting.

He was about to approach when a number of soldiers burst out in front of him—Anderson was startled, for he had been looking at Sodrore's group, completely unaware that someone was in ambush.

At this time, Anderson took a closer look, and Anderson froze in place on the spot: under the high slope where he was standing, there was a trench around the entire airport!

This is obviously dug out with spells to block the cavalry and build a defensive line, the amount of work is actually not large, but this standardized measure obviously means that this army has a wealth of experience in field garrisons.

Wallard's army was clearly different from the atmosphere here, not to mention the trenches over there, the tents were crooked, and the feces were all over the ground, and there was no comparison to the order here.

"Master Anderson, please wait a moment, you need to confirm your identity before you can continue walking inside. ”

The soldier who spoke clearly knew him, but asked another Rasiman mage from the camp to come over to confirm before letting him enter the area behind the trench.

The soldiers who carried out the order so tightly made Anderson's steps a little nervous, and as he approached here, he saw that the camp had a special toilet and a canteen at the other end...

This is a barracks?

When Anderson, who had been looking left and right all the way, finally walked in front of Sodlore, he realized how tall the "giant" in that team was.

After reporting Wallard's words to Sodlore, the latter nodded in understanding, and then said, "From now on, please also ask Master Anderson to wait in the camp and not leave until the battle is over." ”

Anderson, of course, understood that the information was to be kept secret, but he nodded in agreement, and then followed the soldiers to a tent in the barracks area, which he found empty, though numerous. Just when he wondered why this was the case, the transport planes that arrived in turn made him understand why...

The first two batches of transporters were all carrying goods and gun truck parts, and the latter ones were all soldiers.

Groups of soldiers trotted to the barracks under the ranks of non-commissioned officers. The uniform pace of running made Anderson stunned...

This continued until dark the next day.

Anderson estimated that there were 1,800 soldiers near the airport by this time — but just as he thought he would have to wait another two weeks, the three a.m. whistle woke him from his sleep.

He knew that the next battle would not have its own business, but he couldn't help but put on his clothes and walked outside the camp tent to take a look.

Outcome... Anderson noticed that the soldiers in front of him had already put on all their armor and weapons, and drove into the distance with the two gun carriages that had been activated.

"Master Anderson, what's going on?"

Several other mages sat up from their beds in a daze, sleepy-eyed and said, "It's very windy outside?"

"It's not the wind... It's them—it looks like they're about to start a siege. ”

"It's not a funny joke, more than a thousand people are going to attack the city, isn't it a joke that Wallad has been fighting for so long with 40,000 men?"

Anderson swallowed: "Although I don't believe it either, but, but they are going out collectively at this point, so they can't go to see the scenery..."

As he spoke, the sound of the propeller spinning sounded, the familiar noise getting louder and louder, and then fading away, gradually turning into a humming sound that lingered above.

After that came the second, the third.

Several mages were silent, they didn't know how to judge this war, because everything at the moment was beyond their understanding.

Erwin on the transport plane had no idea what the mages were thinking. He was talking to Masorela, the Teflin platoon commander next to him, at the top of his throat: "You must pay attention to protect it when you land!

The last time he participated in battle, Masorella was just an ordinary soldier, but because of his outstanding achievements and fighting skills, he is now a qualified platoon leader, leading a team of men on a mission.

"Yes, company commander, I'll do it!"

"Also, your armor vest is worn backwards!"

"Huh?!"

Masorella hurriedly looked down, only to hear a burst of laughter from Erwin and the airborne troops around her: "Just kidding! I see you're so nervous before every battle, it's not good!"

"I'm one of the first airborne troops!"

Masorela's expression was helpless, but she laughed aloud.

At first, they only practiced parachuting from a height of 50 meters, but after the expansion of the army, the training content of all people became more and more strict, and even in the past three months, soldiers have been seriously injured or even killed during training.

War is not child's play, the airborne troops, as the "trump card" army of the current Karen Kingdom, have the highest military budget, the most powerful weapons and equipment, and the best selection of soldiers - among the thousands of soldiers, they are all the top soldiers among the top soldiers, and the physical fitness is certain, and after countless screenings, the psychological quality is far stronger than that of ordinary soldiers.

Therefore, in the face of the upcoming big battle at this time, none of these soldiers will be as nervous and stiff as a recruit's egg, but Erwin patted his armor and sang a military song, and gradually, hundreds of soldiers in the cabin began to sing along, until the preparation light displayed in the rear cabin was on, and as a company commander, he stopped, stood up and shouted: "Ready!"

Everyone stood up in an uproar and began to check their equipment.

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