Calis did not argue, there was no point in arguing with someone who was about to die.

He approached, took the dagger from the adjutant's hand, and when he cut it hard at Flamar's throat, he said coldly: "Go with confidence!" I will tell your family about your death. I will take good care of your wife. ”

The Duchess of Vlamar was a famous Viking beauty.

The feeling of a throat break was so clear that Flamar felt like the whole world was gone. My soul is so complex, full of anger, unwillingness, remorse, and hatred.

For the first time, he shifted his expectations of the gods to a foreign race.

The northern giants will avenge me, I'm waiting for you in hell!

……

Viscount Moneo felt that life was getting worse and worse.

All the way north, there was little to gain. Except for the initial attack on the giant town and a small amount of loot, the rest of the long time was either on the way, or staying in the camp waiting for the scout's report, not knowing where to go.

The northern continent was too big, and the land was alien to white people. Viscount Moneo gritted his teeth and sent 2,000 cavalry to act as temporary scouts and search all the surrounding areas.

The news from all sides is disappointing. The scouts failed to find any trace of the giant. Of course, this is not to say that there are no clues, but that all the villages and cities found so far are completely empty. Those huge creatures seemed to evaporate directly into the air, and there were not even toes left.

Things score two sides. Viscount Moneo was not stupid, he knew that this was a typical act of avoiding war, and it meant that the northern giants had to make no more than two choices: either they were concentrating their forces and preparing for a large-scale counteroffensive, or they were frightened and fled as far as they could.

If the latter is the case, it will be a great good thing for Viscount Monio.

He now fears that the situation will evolve into the former.

The supply lines in the rear are already getting longer. Although there is no shortage of food at Suolong Pass, long-distance transportation will also be carried out through Shenwei Fortress in China. The problem is that it takes too long along the way, and people and livestock have to consume food at the same time. For example, in the vanguard under his control, the food reserves of the accompanying troops have been reduced from one week at the time of departure to four days now.

The war continued, but Viscount Monio could no longer imagine the problems that would come with continuing to chase the giants. Once the logistics line collapses, it means self-defeat without a fight.

The worse problem comes from the scouts. Their loss of personnel was too fast to exceed the bottom line that Viscount Monio could accept.

Forty percent of the scouts were lost, and nearly half of the two thousand mixed cavalry scouts were lost.

All signs indicate that the giants did not go far, that they were ghosts hiding in corners very close to them. It may be a covert observation, or it may be a non-dominant containment force, and the mode of combat is mainly to attack and create chaos.

These practices are common, but they can be extremely frustrating. After all, this is the home of the giants, and they are like fish in water, and if Viscount Monio wants more information, he must continue to invest more manpower and material resources.

New scouts will always find human heads in the wild. All were white, and were usually hung from trees with ropes or strung to the tops of wooden poles.

Many of the scouts were found posthumously, their skin peeled off, their abdomen dissected, and their internal organs hollowed out. The northern giants were unusually cruel to the invaders, tying the whole body of the dead with their intestines, just like the common practice in taverns to tie up pork with ropes and smoke it, and strangled tightly.

Yes, not ropes, but intestines. Viscount Moneo had personally identified the slain scouts, and many of the Plantagenet Empire's officers had a new understanding of the execution methods of the Northern Giants.

It was not for nothing that the scouts had died in large numbers, and through bloodstained reconnaissance reports, Viscount Monio finally had a general understanding of the northern giants' sphere of control. The information is mainly limited to the terrain, but the most critical "giant city" has only a general direction, which is not detailed at all.

The language barrier is a big problem.

To be sure, the scouts of the Plantagenet Kingdom are brave and experienced. They fought more and fought less, and managed to capture some giants, adding up to a total of four.

The news of the defeat of the main Viking force had not yet arrived, and the Plantagenet vanguard led by Viscount Monio was in two directions from there. He didn't know anything about the problems that Duke Flamar had encountered, but he didn't have a good impression of the northern giants, so he omitted the process of "probation and assimilation" that the Viking Duke had carried out on the giants, and directly tortured them to extract confessions.

The four giant captives were tortured to death, but the Viscount was unable to get any useful information from them.

A serious sense of crisis hung over his head, and the only thing Viscount Monio could do was to constantly send people to urge the main forces in the rear to speed up the march, and at the same time ask for additional manpower to deliver supplies, and set up a large number of supply stations along the way to the march.

These practices were similar to those of the Duke of Flamal, except that the Viscount of Monio had more guards at each station than the Vikings. This also led to the fact that although his vanguard army was supported by the main rear force six times in a row, the total strength of the army was now only 150,000.

The Marquis of Elken was very unhappy with this. Although he admired the viscount's military prowess, no matter how outstanding his personal ability was, he had to prove it through the rich spoils of war. Since the start of the war, the Plantagenet Kingdom has received a batch of supplies in the Lock Dragon Pass, and the income since then has been almost zero. Even if the Marquis of Elken had the heart to keep Monio, the king and nobles would not think so.

A letter of urging came from the rear, and Viscount Moneo, under the repeated orders of the Marquis, finally made a choice———— speed up the march and attack the north with all his might.

He always felt that the flanks were in danger, and then the scouts reported that it was just his personal imagination. Not to mention the main force of the giants on a large scale, even the guerrillas of one or two hundred people were nowhere to be found.

Viscount Monio felt that he was really suspicious, and all signs indicated that the giant was clearing the wilderness. It is actually normal to have no harvest during this time, and the giant should be waiting for his decisive battle somewhere in front.

The odds of victory in a head-to-head battle are high, and the primitive spear broadsword is a pile of scrap metal in front of the artillery.

Another twilight is coming.

Viscount Monio patrolled the camp with the guards as usual. It's a hilly area, and the makeshift camp is located on the hillside. Water can be fetched from the nearest river, but cooking is more cumbersome, trees need to be cut down, and some coal is brought in from the rear.

The viscount was strict in governing the army and fair, and was very popular with the junior soldiers. However, at this time of day, the soldiers' interest in dinner is even stronger.

The staple food is the same black bread, plus military porridge boiled in a large pot. The cereal is boiled with rice and boiled until it is semi-solidified. The food in the Plantagenet Kingdom is not bad, and the porridge often has butter and dried fruits, plus a little minced meat. The vegetables are mainly carrots and potatoes, as well as turnips cut into cubes.

Viscount Moneo walked over to a boiling cauldron and motioned for the cook to pass over the iron spoon. He bent over and stirred the pot with a spoon, and was pleased to see a lot of boiled meat, and raisins that had swelled into bulges under the heat and soaking.

A non-commissioned officer came over boldly, holding an empty metal lunch box in his hand, and said respectfully and with a little obvious fear: "My lord, this porridge tastes very good, let's try it together!" ”

The adjutant standing on the side frowned and quickly stepped forward to stop him, his words were not excessive, just a simple order: "Stand down." ”

The non-commissioned officer's approach was clearly out of place, and the lunch box was not very clean in the eyes of the adjutant.

Monio smiled and raised his hand and made a comforting gesture: "It's okay, it just so happens that I'm hungry too, so I'll eat here casually." ”

He took the lunch box from the non-commissioned officer, scooped himself two large spoonfuls of military porridge, then walked to the quartermaster who was in charge of distributing bread diagonally opposite, received his share, walked among the soldiers, and squatted like this, drinking porridge and munching on black bread.

The approachable approach has paid off. Almost all of the soldiers were commoners, and their attitudes towards the nobility were complex: respect, disgust, fear, hatred, mixed with a strong sense of envy and wanting to be close. After all, there is a huge disparity in their identities, and the fate of most people is in the hands of the aristocracy.

If a poet saw this scene, he would have written on the spot a sentence such as "A noble unicorn suddenly appeared in the midst of a flock of gray mice."

The viscount knows how to win people's hearts. He had no fight, and the soldiers gradually gathered from the surroundings with curiosity, and the small circle of a dozen people soon expanded to hundreds of people.

Monio leaned his neck to drink the last mouthful of porridge, wiped the remnants of the lunch box with the last piece of bread in his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew slowly. Such a simple action was immediately recognized by the surrounding soldiers. They laughed one after another, and even those who were usually silent and had no good feelings for the nobles had to admit that this was indeed ———— typical way of eating commoners.

"What's your name?" Viscount Monio handed the empty lunch box to the non-commissioned officer who had been sitting nearby.

"Leonson." He was a stocky, loyal-looking, middle-aged man who looked approachable and appealed at first glance: "That's my father's name. ”

"How do you feel about the Northern Giants?" The viscount deliberately led the conversation in this direction, he wanted to know what the soldiers really thought, and at the same time it could also boost morale.

"They're tall, they're big." Leonsen raised his hands and made an exaggerated gesture: "The Holy Lord is above, their heads are too big." But I'm interested in their mouths, and if they don't have teeth, it's even better, it's no different from a pussy's ass. ”

The crude joke immediately sparked laughter among the onlookers, and there was more discussion and conversation.

"We should catch a few giantesses and let them taste our awesomeness."

"Enough, your stunted carrots won't satisfy their appetites."

"I don't like giants, but I like their bodies, especially the bones, which are worth polishing and making beads. In particular, Mrs. Kuo likes necklaces made of these beads. ”

The young and handsome adjutant was very unaccustomed to such occasions. His face tightened, and his angry expression froze, and it was only because of the Viscount's orders and etiquette that he did not explode on the spot.

Monio ignored this and kept a comfortable smile on his face. The benefits of this are obvious, mainly because it can shorten the distance between you and the soldiers. Of course, there is another level of meaning now———— he needs to strengthen the control of the army, only in this way can he deal with the problem of food shortages caused by poor supplies, which is very likely.

"Hehe, you can get what you want, as long as we win this war and kill all the giants." Monio knew that such agitation worked better than any pre-war motivation.

Sergeant Leonson's eyes flashed with greed: "I want to capture a few giants and go back, leaving the most obedient one as a servant, and sell the rest, so that I can have a large sum of money to buy land." ”

The viscount smiled and nodded: "That's a good idea, you can build a manor and use it to grow grapes." ”

A soldier next to him then shouted, "I like wine." ”

The companion next to him gave him an elbow and laughed "haha" and laughed: "You prefer the giantess's ass." ”

The soldier glared, "Can't I have both?" ”

"Absolutely!" Viscount Moneo stood up, walked up to the soldier, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "There is still a long way to go, but compared to the huge benefits, this little effort and difficulty are nothing. ”

"Your Excellency, you're not wrong at all!" Sergeant Leonsen knew how to figure out what to expect, and echoed in a loud voice: "Giants are very valuable, even dead giants can be sold for a large sum of money." As long as we fight this battle, we can all become Monopoly. ”

"And you can get the land here!" Viscount Monio was very pleased with the performance of the non-commissioned officer. In contrast, the adjutant who has been with him all the year round is simply a piece of wood. will just stand there without saying a word, and even disdain to make a polite smile on the surface.

"General, when are we going to attack?"

"I'm going to have to catch a few more giantesses back. I've heard that there are many ways to get them pregnant, and giant children are worth a lot of money, and they cost several times more in the slave market than adult giants. ”

"If I can really get the land here, then I am willing to do whatever I do. It's a great place to pass on to future generations......"

Amid the chaos of chatter, Monio led Leonsen away from the group of soldiers and into a secluded corner.

The viscount waved his hand to let the adjutant who was following him leave: "You go first, I have something to discuss with Mr. Leonson." ”

Despite the reluctance of the adjutant, he had to obey orders. He glared at the non-commissioned officer viciously, gritted his teeth, and turned away without saying a word.

"You're a very knowledgeable person, but I've never heard of your name before."