"It's a giant!"

"Oh my God, they're right in front of us!"

"Array, fire!"

The soldiers' reaction was not slow, it could even be said to be fast. Of course, a brief panic was inevitable, but they still restored order in a matter of seconds, and according to their usual training, at least three people worked in groups, and pointed their guns at the giant who was slashing and slashing.

More giants burst out of the darkness. Twenty, thirty, or more. It was difficult for Viscount Monio to discern the number of opponents in this near-darkness. All he could see were the giants, equipped with the same equipment, roaring and refiring the array of muskets, the diminutive white soldiers powerless against their swift and formidable opponents. Rushing, swinging, slashing, a series of actions are completed in a very short time, giving the opponent the slightest chance to breathe.

The Viscount felt like a boulder falling in his heart, and his eyes seemed to see through the darkness to the hell of death.

Why are there giants here?

Not far beyond is the preparatory camp, what is really going on there?

Even if it was attacked by giants, it was impossible for the reserve camp, which numbered tens of thousands, to go unnoticed. The Plantagenet Kingdom has always attached great importance to the army, especially the vanguard army led by Viscount Monio, which paid more attention to the comprehensive training of soldiers and officers. Under normal circumstances, the soldiers on patrol are elite and responsible officers. The northern giants are strong, but it can be said that they directly captured the entire reserve camp, killing everyone in a short period of time with a powerful and fierce attack, so that no one gave a warning before dying...... This kind of thing can't be justified in any way.

The shouts, the clash of metal objects, the faces mixed with blood, the violence of skirmishes is no less than large-scale tearing and killing. The agitated giants were red-eyed, and they slashed with their swords along with the arquebuses in the hands of the white soldiers. Like a wind sweeping away leaves, the severed limbs of the human body and the severed body of the gun flew in the air at the same time, screaming hoarsely.

"No, don't...... Let go of me! Help me! ”

The lieutenant was grabbed by the right shoulder by a giant and lifted his feet off the ground with great force. The giant seemed to be interested in his prey, and approached to take a closer look, which intensified the adjutant's fear. He twisted his body and struggled desperately, throwing away his musket, freeing up his left hand, and grabbing at the back of the giant's hand that was clasping his right shoulder. His actions angered the giant, and the mountain-like humanoid monster roared, and the sword in his right hand slashed downward, cutting off the adjutant's legs on the spot.

Viscount Moneo's eyes straightened, and he felt like the giant's movements were like harvesting leeks that had just grown out of the ground. The difference is one up and one down.

The giant threw the screaming lieutenant to the ground, smirked and stomped his foot on the wound on his severed left leg. There was a rock on the ground at that location, and the loose wound musculature was suddenly trampled to pieces. The adjutant sat up from the ground as if he had been electrocuted, and his hands desperately clutched towards the severed leg that had been stepped on. He frantically punched the giant's feet and calves, and even tried to pounce and open his mouth to bite in order to get the other to let go...... This action was too difficult for the adjutant who could only remain seated, and he cried out like a helpless child, and his screams became weaker and weaker with the exertion of a great deal of physical exertion, until his strength was almost exhausted, and then he leaned weakly to the side, lying on his side in a pool of mud and blood, and after a few struggles he stopped moving.

There are more giants than you think. The light of the fire also flashed suddenly from different locations near and far. There are fires, and more often than not, torches. Dotted with stars, these rays of light are difficult to discern in the true sense of the eye, and the soldiers of the Plantagenet Kingdom who are scattered are still being chased by the giants and killed one by one in a ferocious and cruel way.

Their eyes seem to be able to see everything in the dark! Viscount Monio suddenly had an unprecedented realization.

"You, come here!" Leonsen didn't know when he would return to the viscount, and he let out a fierce and piercing roar. The previous expression of deference was gone, replaced by arrogance and self-satisfaction.

“…… Are you one of theirs? Monio couldn't find the right words to describe the fear. He saw with his own eyes that the two giants were following Leonson, close at hand, but they did not attack or show hostility.

"Aristocrats are smart, and you are no exception." Leonson grinned at a mouthful of dull yellow teeth, the color of which was somewhat of a mark that distinguished the nobles from the commoners. He said frankly, "Go, His Royal Highness the Great Lord Regent will summon you." ”

"What?" There was chaos all around, shouts for killing and cries for help came and went, and Viscount Monio didn't hear it clearly, and wanted to delay time.

His little tricks were seen through. Leonson subconsciously frowned, strode closer and grabbed the Viscount's arm. The giant standing on the left behind him stepped forward at the same time, his movements were more direct, and he raised his huge fist and aimed it at Monio's belly, and the viscount felt that his intestines were broken, and the bile surged up down his esophagus, spilling blood and saliva from the corners of his mouth. He screamed and covered his abdomen with his hands and bent over and crouched, curled up like an innocent worm that had been stepped on. The giant didn't intend to let him go like that, and directly pulled the viscount from the ground, slung it on his shoulder, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the camp at an alarming speed.

……

Half an hour later, when the giant untied Monio from his shoulders and threw him on the ground, the viscount finally recovered from the intense pain. Forced to jolt over the giant's shoulders for more than thirty minutes in an irresistible position, there was no more terrifying experience. He struggled to get up from his knees on the ground, looked around, and saw that it was a huge tent with a style that was very different from what he was familiar with. Rugged and functional, with a top of more than four meters, a young giant sits on a chair directly in front of it. On either side of him, there were a dozen heavily armed giant soldiers.

This star-studded young giant was handsome, with beautiful black hair and eyes. According to the Holy See's division of races, this is the most striking sign of "infidels".

"You are Viscount Monio, the Supreme Commander of the Plantagenet Kingdom's Vanguard Army?" The young giant spat out a series of words, his pronunciation pure, and his proficiency in the use of words surprised Monio.

"Do you speak our language?" The Viscount's eyes were filled with shock. For thousands of years, there has never been real contact between giants and whites. Even if prisoners were captured in previous wars, they always used sign language, that is, gestures, when communicating.

"What's so strange about that?" Tianhao let out a faint laugh: "This world is not exclusive to you. ”

"What are you going to do with me?" Viscount Monio kept his voice very calm: "You want to kill me? ”

Tianhao stared at the viscount with a sharp gaze and issued an irresistible order: "Kneel!" ”

The viscount almost reflexively refused: "I am a nobleman. I only kneel to the King and the Holy Lord. ”

Tianhao's eyes instantly lost the last trace of gentleness, and became cold and fierce. He raised his hand and gestured at the tough Monio: "Take off his clothes." ”

Two wolf-like guards pounced on him, tearing at the Viscount's coat without saying anything. Awakened from his slumber in the middle of the night by shelling, Monio was quickly stripped naked, curled up in place and shaking.

"You'd better be honest and obedient." A smile appeared on Tianhao's face, but this smile seemed so creepy to Viscount Monio: "Otherwise, I will chop off your feet and make you kneel forever." ”

The viscount did not hesitate for a second, he completely abandoned the unrealistic illusions in his mind, and the humiliation was worthless in the face of the strong desire to live. He even felt remorse for his previous tough attitude———— just a simple kneeling action, and lost his clothes and pants because of his refusal. Although the giant's tent was warmer than the outside, it was not summer after all, and he was still shivering with cold.

He then saw a giant bring a very low table. This thing is clearly built to be used in specific situations. Because the height is impartial, just enough for the viscount to write in a kneeling position.

The reason for this is that there is a stack of letter paper on the table, and a sharpened charcoal.

"Write down your plan of attack." Tianhao's voice was calm and calm, and his way of speaking and rhythm were sophisticated and skillful: "Including your troop allocation, equipment and logistics supply, there can be no omission. ”

The words "I refuse" have been subconsciously driven to come to his mouth, but he was swallowed by Viscount Monio, who suddenly woke up. He looked at Leonson, who was standing at the bottom of the side of those giant guards, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, with a little unwillingness, his gaze turned back to Tianhao, and he asked deep questions.

"You...... Is it the king of giants? ”

Tianhao frowned imperceptibly and nodded slowly.

"I have a couple of questions." Viscount Moneo hurriedly said, he didn't want to mislead the other party: "Your Majesty, if you can satisfy my curiosity, I will be very grateful. In return, I will fulfill any request you may have without reservation. ”

Tianhao smiled disdainfully: "This is the rule of your Plantagenet Kingdom nobles?" Is this an equal exchange or a threat? How do I feel that the latter ingredient is predominant? ”

"I have absolutely no intention of threatening you!" Viscount Monio hurriedly explained: "I just don't understand some things, which is beyond my normal understanding. ”

"For example?" Tianhao also found this quite interesting, and felt that it was necessary to meet the general of the defeated army a little bit not too much.

"For a long time, the giants guarding the Dragon Pass had never used gunpowder weapons. I beg your pardon for saying this because of my personal experience and way of understanding. Science is a gradual process, without gunpowder there would be no arquebus, and it would be impossible to develop artillery. But tonight I saw weapons beyond my imagination! Viscount Monio's face was full of fear and incredulity: "The cannonballs you fired actually exploded...... It's unimaginable. ”

The Viscount noticed that as he said these words, the other giants standing on the left and right sides of the young giant king had pride and admiration on their faces.

Tianhao was calm: "You're right, it's indeed our cannon." In fact, your entire battalion is within artillery range. If I order an extended shot, I can kill all of you with a cannonball. ”

After a pause, Tianhao continued: "The shelling has achieved its effect. I don't want to waste shells, and only by surviving a part of them can I turn them into prisoners. They are trophies. There is no difference between us. ”

Monio couldn't help but shudder, and the shock and fear in his heart grew stronger.

"One more thing." He raised his hand to Leonson, who was standing diagonally opposite, and raised his voice desperately: "He is obviously white, why would he obey your orders?" ”

From the way he was brought here after being punched by a giant in the stomach, Viscount Monio has been thinking. He didn't understand why Leonsen had betrayed, he didn't understand why the reserve camp had been attacked and he didn't react in the slightest. But he had a faint feeling that there must be some kind of connection between the two things————

Monio even came up with an extremely bold speculation: Leonsen was most likely a variant of the giants, who had infiltrated the Plantagenet kingdom and become a soldier by virtue of his exact appearance as a white man.

"He's our man." Tianhao's answer confirmed some of the viscounts' conjectures. However, the next words surprised him: "There are many more people like him. Ever since your vanguard took Wildmane, all your movements have been a secret to me. I know you're in need of loot, so you'll have to keep pushing north with nothing. ”

"This is my chosen battlefield. There are gentle slopes everywhere, which are suitable for camping, and the terrain is not conducive to defense. As I said earlier, there are a lot of people like Leonson. By gaining the trust of officers and nobles, they were able to attain higher ranks and status. ”

"Leonsen is the most successful of all the lurkers. He approached you, promoted from an ordinary non-commissioned officer to a lieutenant...... Well, now he's a major. Do you think that the fact that he got drunk and put on the major uniform before was just a farce? That was to expand his influence and let more people know that he was a "major". Your Excellency, Honorable Viscount, you are now my captive, and I know that you have a habit of carrying a seal with you. Hehe, in view of Mr. Leonson's outstanding performance in this battle, I have decided to promote him from second lieutenant to major. You will now be required to sign a promotion document and affix your seal...... What do you think of this suggestion? ”

Viscount Moneo felt the blood stop flowing, his hands and feet were cold, and the great fear choked his neck, almost suffocating.

It's a huge, interlocking plan.