"Hehe, what is this, your news is too late, this is their record last week, and now it is said that they have taken down the main city of a northern giant, and at least a million giant heads have been cut off."

"So what are we waiting for? If you don't take this opportunity to continue attacking to the north, there will really be nothing left at that time, and you will talk about fart loot! ”

The entire camp became a flurry of people, with officers and soldiers talking about various topics related to the battle situation and the giants of the north. The most numerous of them are "offensive" and "northward". This truth is not difficult to understand, everyone wants to get rich, and plundering through war is the fastest way to make money. More importantly, at present, the probability of winning this war is very high, and with the arrival of the coalition forces in Suolong Pass, people's impression of "No. 6" has also changed, and they are less afraid, and even have thoughts such as "that's our people".

Bishop Somsen summoned Flamar and Calis to discuss the issue urgently. Although there were three other kingdom armies that participated in the war, the leading commanders were all marquises. In terms of identity and control over the army, it is far inferior to that of Viking and Rhine.

"What the hell is going on?" The black-robed bishop's face was gloomy, and he could see that he was suppressing the anger in his heart: "Why would the soldiers suddenly talk about the battle situation? What do they all know? ”

Flamar was still the same playful and irreverent look, and he smacked his lips: "I've sent someone down to investigate, but this kind of thing will take time, maybe a week, or a month." ”

Bishop Somsen glanced at him, his emotionless gaze slicing directly to Calis, who was sitting next to Flamal . If it weren't for the fact that the Viking army was particularly strong in combat and that Vlamar himself was a duke, he wouldn't have dealt with this arrogant guy at all.

"Calis, what do you think about this matter, and how much do you know about it?" The bishop turned his attention to the Duke of Rhine.

Calis stood up from his chair and saluted respectfully: "I heard these rumors a few days ago, it is said that the source is from the army of the Plantagenet Kingdom, but I have no evidence. If you want to find out thoroughly, I suggest that you, Your Excellency, ask the Marquis of Elken. ”

"Elken?" Somsen conjured up images of a middle-aged man with a thin body and a sallow face, as if he had been suffering from chronic diseases for a long time, and had been overindulged in alcohol for a long time.

The military ruler of the Plantagenet Kingdom is Duke Ioridis. The Marquis of Elken, though not talented in military affairs, was a loyal and die-hard Duke of Ioriadis. He is greedy for money and lustful, but he is not confused on important issues, and more importantly, the Marquis of Elken knows that his ability is limited, and all related matters such as daily military affairs and battle plans are entrusted to his excellent subordinates. He likes and is not hesitant to promote capable newcomers, which also makes him unanimously positive in the military circles of the Plantagenet Kingdom.

A nobleman who is not greedy for money and lustful is not a good nobleman, and as long as you abide by your duties and do not cross the line, you can form a delicate balance between work and personal enjoyment.

Bishop Somsen frowned, thinking as he asked, "Are you sure?" ”

"I just heard." "Similar rumors have always existed, but they have spread so much during this period of time that it is difficult to find out the real source at once. I only came into contact with the officers below, and there is a high probability that these rumors came from the army of the Plantagenet Kingdom. ”

Duke Thomson bowed slightly, raised his head and turned to the adjutant who ordered him to stand diagonally opposite: "Send someone to invite the Marquis of Elken to come over, and say that I have something to discuss with him." ”

Just as the adjutant nodded in reply, an attendant ran in from outside, panting, fell on one knee in front of the bishop, and said intermittently, "My lord, it's not good...... Plantagenet Kingdom ...... Their army...... Leaving the barracks, the army is being reorganized...... Huhu, the vanguard has set out, supposedly to launch an attack on the northern giants. ”

……

Half an hour later, Bishop Somson and the two dukes led their respective guards and rushed into the core of the Plantagenet Kingdom army garrison, and found the marquis wearing armor with the help of his servants.

"Look who's here! The presence of the Honorable Bishop, the two Dukes, and the presence of three distinguished guests made my place flourish at once. Gesturing to the servant to help him remove his heavy breastplate and shoulder armor, Elken strode forward with a sweet, but not obnoxious smile on his face.

He was an extremely hospitable and respectful aristocrat. Without waiting for anyone to speak, the marquis turned around and snapped his fingers at the personal guard: "Victor, inform the kitchen, in two hours I will see a table of the richest banquet in the world." Today I have to entertain these distinguished guests. If Tony and his chefs don't make up to the mark, I'll cut off all of their heads and shove them in their butts! ”

"Wait, we're here today for something else." Bishop Somson's gloomy face softened slightly, due to the Marquis's hospitable and non-hypocritical attitude. Whatever the cause of the incident, one cannot be blamed for a welcoming person who smiles warmly at himself. The bishop took a few steps forward, patted the marquis on the shoulder twice, and whispered slowly: "Elken, I heard that you are leaving the Lock Dragon Pass and attacking the city of the northern giants now?" ”

The thin marquis's face suddenly became a little unnatural, and his left hand imperceptibly reached into the side pocket of his clothes. This is a sign that there is no confidence and that you are dodging in terms of thinking and emotion. He struggled to turn the corners of his mouth up, keeping a not-so-good-looking smile: "We've been here for too long, it's time for the event to move." ”

Bishop Somson stared at him with eagle-like eyes: "That's your explanation?" ”

"Isn't that enough?" Although Elken had little military talent, he was a nobleman of noble blood. Calming down from his brief panic, he knew how to deal with the others and put himself in the most advantageous position: "Your Excellency, we have captured the Lock Dragon Pass, it is time to continue the attack and let the northern giants know how powerful we are. ”

“…… Now is not the best time to attack, and I advise you to wait. Somson's words were tinged with anger.

"What do you mean...... Next spring? Elken looked tentative, but in fact sarcastic.

"It's too cold to send troops right now." This is the bishop's reasoning: "More importantly, it will allow us to avoid greater, unnecessary losses." ”

Elken knew that the Bishop was referring to the giant "Six" that had already headed far north of the continent, and even the scouts did not dare to follow them at close range. He smiled and avoided the important and trivialized: "The Plantagenet Kingdom has enjoyed the glory of the Holy Lord for too long, and we must show our hearts to the Holy Lord with a more reverent attitude. Your Excellency, please rest assured that I have given the order for the whole army to attack. I will give most of the loot to the Holy Lord. This is our duty and our obligation. ”

Bishop Somsen felt as if he had swallowed a large lump of in his throat, choking up and down, and many of the curses he had already thought of were forced in the middle of his throat, and he couldn't say a word.

Both the excuses and the justifications are impeccable, and it is not even possible to find a reason to refute them.

Somson's idea is certainly not as fair as it seems. He also wanted to take the lion's share of the spoils. Greed never ends, and the reason why the richest piece of the loot can be taken away from the loot of the Locked Dragon Pass is because everyone has seen the power of "Six". Dominated by shock and fear, dukes and marquis of various countries could only admit reality.

However, there can be no next time for this kind of good thing. This requires Bishop Somsen to accurately grasp the time to continue the attack, as long as he follows in the footsteps of "Six" and rushes to the front, he can get the most loot without spending a single soldier.

The scouts sent out to report that it was taking longer and longer to send back, which meant that the "Six" were deep into the hinterland of the Northern Giants' territory. "Sending troops next spring" is just a cover-up, according to Bishop Somson's plan, the Holy See army will set out in two weeks to launch a full-scale attack on the north of the continent.

An anomaly in the Plantagenet Kingdom disrupted the plan. At this moment, in the face of the Marquis of Elken, who was full of official words and a perfunctory attitude, Bishop Somson became more and more certain that this was the source of the rumors, and it might even be a conspiracy deliberately created by the Marquis of Elken himself.

The bishop's face turned pale, and he sneered and threw out a few words: "Since you have said so, then do what you think!" The Lord is above, and all this is His will. ”

With that, the bishop turned and left.

The two dukes looked at each other, casually said goodbye to the Marquis of Elken, and followed closely.

This was Flamal's plan.

He sent someone to bribe a scout captain in the Plantagenet Kingdom to deliver the fake news to the Marquis of Elken. The content of the news is very simple: the northern giants have been defeated, and three giant main cities due north have fallen, and there are rivers of blood that have been killed by the "Six", and all the giant soldiers have been killed in battle, becoming more "Six".

Seeing such a scout report, the Marquis of Elken naturally had to send troops as soon as possible.

As for the captain of the scout who passed the message, he was killed by Framar's men as soon as he completed his mission, and he did not have the opportunity to enjoy the five hundred gold pounds in his pocket until he died.

……

The vanguard of the Plantagenet Dynasty marched extremely fast.

Viscount Monio was a cautious man, but he was also a competent general who was well regarded in the army. He was given the position of leading the army by the Marquis of Elken, and led a vanguard of up to 80,000 men to the forefront.

The northern continent is really empty, and it is a vast and sparsely populated place. Two days after their departure, the vanguard had their first success since the start of the battle———— they had captured a town with a population of about 500. The victors from the south of the continent did not know that this was a stockade of the northern giants. The difference in perception is not important, the key is the result.

The lion defenders behaved unusually bravely, and the whole village was surrounded by groups, and not a single man, woman, or child thought of surrendering voluntarily. The leader of the stockade led his young warriors into the first and only charge against the whites, but they did not get any results or cut off a single white head.

Viscount Moneo immediately lined up a tight array of muskets, followed by light artillery. He was well aware that the soldiers had no advantage in hand-to-hand combat and were by no means an opponent of the tall northern giants. Large-caliber artillery fired solid shells to blast through the wooden walls of the stockade, and twenty small-caliber guns pushed to the front of the position fired chain and shotgun shells at the same time. Hot chains swirled in the air, countless steel balls sprayed at close range, shooting through the armor of the northern giants and tearing apart their bodies.

The leader rushed to the front, he was hit in the waist by a chain bullet, the whole person was broken in two from the middle, and the broken intestines were dragged out of the snow more than ten meters away. His left shoulder and chest were shattered by a flying ball of steel, and his shield-wielding left hand was reduced to shredded flesh. Despite this, he was still dying, and with his remaining right hand supporting his upper body, he crawled forward, and with the last of his strength he jumped up from the ground, opening his mouth to bite the calf of a white soldier who came to the front.

His head was cut off on the spot and sent to Viscount Monio as trophies.

More than 200 young leon warriors all fell in the attack. The white man's fear and hatred of the northern giants had lasted so long that the barbarians who faced the guns for the first time had no idea what they were. From the offensive position to the stockade, countless flesh and blood paved a red bloody road.

Viscount Monio was pleased with the outcome of the battle. It seemed to him that everything was over, and the giant town had lost its last resistance. Next, it is the capture of the old and weak, women and children, as well as plunder.

Even an old giant is worth a lot of money, and the audience in the gladiatorial arena doesn't care about these details.

The first detachment in battle formation stepped over the wall that had been destroyed by the shells and stepped into it.

Hundreds of sturdy giantesses rushed in front of them. According to the custom of the tribe, they belong to the second battle sequence. In addition to the weakness in physical fitness, the weapon configuration is not as sophisticated as that of the front-line fighters. But it is undeniable that their sudden appearance disrupted the white formation.

Despite the panic, the well-trained Plantagenet Kingdom soldiers were undaunted to back down. They lined up in two columns according to the military code, and the crouching front row and the standing back row opened fire at the same time, splattering blood among the madman-like giantess on the opposite side, armed with swords, shields and spears.

Bullets were far less powerful than cannonballs, and the ruthless woman never thought of escaping alive. They witnessed the death of their husbands, brothers, fathers, and even sons in battle, and the word "revenge" has long been imprinted in their minds forever.

The people in the back continued to rush with the person in front of them who had been shot. There will always be people who will die, but they must die worthwhile. Even a dying person who is about to reach the end of his life after being shot several times is willing to be pushed forward by those behind him. Unleashing all their remaining physical energy and killing intent at the last distance, they opened their mouths and pounced on them with splatters of saliva and blood flowing from their lips, slashing and biting with all their lives.