Viscount Monio's eyes flashed with wariness.

"I'm from Vianshire, and the county warden there is Lord Salman." Leonsen hurriedly explained.

What he said was decent, and the explanations that followed were logical, similar to what Monio had in his hands, and initially dispelled the Viscount's suspicions.

"I'll transfer you over and make me my immediate guard." Monio didn't come out of nowhere, the idea had been in his head for a long time. Adjutants and high-ranking officers from the nobility were systematically educated, but there was a natural identity gap between them and the junior soldiers. He was an outlier in their eyes, which made it difficult for him to know what the soldiers really thought.

Promoting Leonsen was an attempt.

The overjoyed non-commissioned officer hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "Thank you, sir, I am willing to obey any orders from you." ”

The viscount smiled: "Go ahead, prepare well, and come over to report tonight." ”

……

Leonsen did not disappoint Viscount Monio, and over the next few days, he proved himself to be a capable non-commissioned officer.

This guy is clearly a natural warrior, not a follower who runs around the big guys. He has a very different way of interpreting the word "guard", ———— Leonsen offers to become a scout and receive the most dangerous missions.

He's done a good job, or rather he's been lucky. The first time he went out with the team, he made a great achievement. Leonsen was particularly sensitive to danger, and by observing the ground to detect an ambush ahead, he managed to save the scout team and lead the team to repel the giants' ambushers who were unwilling to be defeated.

Viscount Monio made an exception by promoting Leonsen to second lieutenant.

The adjutant was simply envious, jealous and hateful about this. What he did was no different from the legendary boudoir woman, and he immediately found Viscount Monio to make a small report, and tearfully complained about some of the things that Leonsen was doing.

"My lord, Leonson is a mean and cunning fellow, and he is not at all as honest as you think. He's now with his tail up in the sky, and he's telling people everywhere that you've given him the rank of major, not second lieutenant. ”

This is a bit serious, and Viscount Monio also attaches great importance to it. He immediately sent someone to investigate, and it turned out that the adjutant was not lying, but there was a difference in what happened.

Leonsen was drunk, and he had a good relationship with the soldiers he was familiar with before, and it was not difficult to brag about it under the anesthesia of alcohol, but the real situation was that Leonsen was not sober at the time, and he confused "ensign" with "major", plus it took at least four days for the logistics department to receive the order from the viscount to issue a new epaulettes, and those soldiers who were drunk that night were heckling around, and they even stole a uniform jacket from a real major and put it on Leonsen...... In short, it was such a farce, at least in the eyes of Viscount Monio, that it was a small punishment for the troublemakers, such as two days of confinement, or a few whips in public as an example.

The Viscount put the matter under control, but Leonsen reaped the benefits. After that, he received the nickname "Major" among the soldiers. Of course, many people don't know that this is a joke, and they all think that this is his actual military rank.

……

It was late at night.

Except for the sentries who patrolled and guarded the night, no one walked back and forth in the entire camp. Including Viscount Monio, the supreme commander of the Plantagenet Kingdom's vanguard army, the people fell into a deep sleep.

A terrible loud bang was followed by an earth-shattering vigour. Viscount Moneo was awakened from his deep sleep, he was so frightened that he jumped up from the marching bed, and before he had time to put on his shoes, he ran to the door of the tent, lifted the heavy curtain, and saw a scene that he will never forget.

The entire camp was filled with fires and explosions, and the rising flames illuminated the scattered soldiers. Faces were full of dazedness and fear, and there were many more people crying and wailing. The tents in the distance and near were burning, orange-red flames rose into the sky, and the gunpowder stored in the camp area was detonated.

As far as Viscount Monio could see now, there were as many as hundreds of dead. Almost all of them were soldiers, all of them died in a miserable state, and not a single body was intact. Everywhere were severed limbs of hands and feet, and internal organs flowed out of the abdomen torn by shrapnel, like strange flesh and blood flowers, which were originally firmly bound into buds by muscles and skins, but now they were completely released under the action of violent and ferocious external forces, and clumps of flesh were released in anger.

Everywhere there were wounded people, their faces contorted, their ghosts screaming, and they looked in pain. Frightened and horrified, like a monster parasitic on their faces, forever fixed and completely occupied the territory that should belong to smiles and hopes. People ran around the camp like crazy, some shivering on the edge of the collapsed tents, some crouching on the ground with their heads in their hands, screaming for their lives, and others holding arquebuses and firing indiscriminately in every direction and place of the explosion, shaking their hands to reload their ammunition, trying to pick up the whole strip and ram it, but they were so dominated by fear and excitement that they could not get into the barrel of their guns.

Viscount Moneo stared at all this blankly, trembling all over, his hands and feet were cold, and the trembling lips repeated mechanically in the middle of the sentence: "What the hell is going on, what the hell is going on?" ”

A dark figure came running from a distance, and it was only when he got close that he could tell it was Leonsen by the light of the fire. His hair was disheveled, his open coat was empty, and he was obviously in a hurry to grab a piece of clothing and drape it over his body. He held an arquebus in his right hand, and the ammunition bag casually slung to his shoulder, grabbed Viscount Monio's arm, shook it vigorously, and let out a frightened and angry roar: "Come with me, if you don't leave, it's too late." ”

It all came so suddenly, and the panic and confusion disturbed Viscount Monio's mind and went blank. He didn't know what to choose, and the most urgent thought in his mind was to survive. Compared to when he had just woken up from his sleep, he was more or less aware that the successive explosions must be related to the northern giants. This was by no means a natural disaster, but a sudden counterattack by an enemy who had been lost for many days.

"Is it the giant firing the cannon?" The frightened viscount was desperate for an answer, and he no longer cared whether the person being asked knew the truth: "They are savage and ignorant, where did they get the cannons?" ”

Leonsen's hands were as tight as iron tongs, and he almost dragged Viscount Monio out. The whistling and explosion of shells through the air came and went, and his shrill reply was vague even close: "I don't know." All I know is that if we stay here, we're all going to die! ”

A group of people suddenly rushed out of front to block the way. The frightened Viscount Monio took a closer look and found that the leader was his lieutenant.

His hair was almost completely burned, his scalp was torn by shrapnel and a slash belt was missing the size of a palm, and although he had been temporarily bandaged with strips of cloth, he could not completely stop the bleeding. The entire right cheek was covered in blood, and the left side had burnt marks that were clearly burned.

"Stop! Where are you taking the adults? Although the adjutant was seriously injured, the shouting volume was not small.

"Outside, of course. Are you still stupid to stand here waiting to die? Leonsen didn't stop because of the adjutant's obstruction, and he cursed and led Monio to bypass the adjutant.

"Don't move!" Enraged, the adjutant raised his gun in both hands to Leonsen, and the rest of his followers scattered to surround them in the middle. The fire in the camp in the distance was fierce, the explosions were continuous, and the screams were repeated, but the adjutant was unmoved. He stared at Leonsen viciously and issued a warning to the viscount: "Your Excellency, you must not believe what he says. I've been watching him for a long time, this guy is a spy! ”

Spies?

Viscount Moneo subconsciously turned his gaze to Leonson, and he also clearly noticed that the other party's hand that grabbed his arm trembled slightly. The two sides were at a stalemate, but the screams of wounded soldiers could be heard from the camp in the distance, and they continued.

Despite the large number of people on the other side, Leonson still stared at the adjutant with sympathy: "Are you investigating me? ”

The dominant lieutenant was a little proud, but the bleeding face made him look hideous: "I saw you release a bird, and it flew away to the south...... Say, who's behind you? Who is your master? What the hell do you want to do? ”

Leonsen laughed "hey, hey, hey." For some reason, Monio felt that Leonsen was not as nervous as before, and he seemed to be suddenly relaxed by the adjutant's questioning.

"I don't want to stay in this place any longer, and it's not the time to talk." A smile appeared on Leonson's seemingly loyal face, very strange: "If I were you, I wouldn't ask anything, and I'll ask these words when I'm in a safe place." ”

Monio's mind was in turmoil, and the concussions and heat waves caused by the explosion were disturbing him, preventing him from calming down and thinking normally. Instinctively, he threw his arm away from Leonson's hand and shouted, "Who are you?" ”

He preferred to trust the adjutant rather than the officer who had just been promoted.

Faced with a dozen guns aimed at him, Leonsen had no fear. He untied his collar and pulled out a pendant around his neck, dangling it in front of Viscount Monio's eyes.

It was a silver rice frame with a thumb-sized gold ring inlaid at the bottom.

Seeing this, the tense cranial nerves of the viscount and the adjutant suddenly relaxed.

Monio asked suspiciously, "Are you a deacon of the Holy See?" ”

Only mid- and high-ranking clergy are eligible to wear this style of rice frame. In the case of ordinary priests, the rings are silver, and the deacons are gold. This was a distinction known only to the aristocracy, and the clergy did not usually show this special rice frame in front of the commoners, who also rarely knew the status level it represented.

"I did release a carrier pigeon, and I must keep abreast of the movements of the Plantagenet Kingdom's vanguards." Leonson put the rice rack into his collar and said with a calm expression: "Please understand, this is my job." ”

He then turned to look directly at the adjutant whose hostility was subsiding considerably: "I know you must have a lot of questions to find answers to from me, but now is not the time. Let's go together and wait until we are in a safe place. ”

As he spoke, Leonsen pulled his legs and walked towards the south of the camp.

The adjutant was a little embarrassed, and he suddenly ran out of ideas, so he could only turn to Viscount Monio for help: "My lord, what should we do now?" ”

"Let's go south first, and then we'll talk about it when we get to the reserve camp." Viscount Moneo quickly decided: "We don't even know who the enemy is or where they are. But our camp was already within range of their artillery fire. Pass my order, the whole army retreats, and immediately send people to find out the situation, and wait until dawn to talk about any problems. ”

Monio had never seen such heavy artillery fire. He could not make a judgment in the chaotic situation and could only choose to retreat. The reserve camp was not far away, where 30,000 elite musketeers were stationed. The officer in charge must have seen the fires and explosions here, and should be gathering troops at this moment.

The Viscount and the others followed Leonson and hurried away.

The peculiar rice frame dispelled some of the suspicions. Although the Pope has always wanted to be above the kings, he will not choose to turn his face at this time. The vanguard army is in a position higher than any of the kingdom coalition forces, and even if Bishop Somson has any dastardly ideas, he will not attack at this time. Moreover, the Papal army was marching slowly, and it was impossible for them to suddenly run to the front in any case.

Leonson's sentence "The movement of the vanguard army of the Plantagenet Kingdom must be reported at any time" made Monio really put his mind at ease.

He hurried to catch up.

The screams and cries for help behind him were so dense that the deafening explosion was terrifying. Half an hour later, the Viscount and the others had already rendezvous with Leonson.

Many of the routs are running this way, and anyone with a little brain knows that only the south is the safest now.

The sound of artillery and fire grew farther and farther behind him.

Viscount Moneo wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and said to himself, "This should be out of the range of their artillery fire." ”

The adjutant didn't care about the pain, and habitually responded: "You're right. ”

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the darkness on the opposite side, swooped over with an incomparably violent speed, and crashed into the adjutant who was caught off guard, he suddenly screamed, and bounced straight out several meters away.

Viscount Monio was chilled, his eyes were straight, and his mouth was wide open, as if he had been hit by a high-intensity electric current, and he instantly lost his ability to think.

That's a giant that's over two meters tall!

He was clad in thick armor, with a round shield with a protective diameter of nearly one meter on his left arm, and a cold-lit sword in his right hand.

As he crashed into the lieutenant, the giant immediately stabilized his body and swung his sword at a soldier standing on the side. The poor man didn't even have time to scream, his fragile neck was cut off on the spot, and his head, driven by the force of inertia, flew to his companion next to him, and then bounced off and fell into the darkness in the distance, never to be heard again.