After Exxon's team was devastated, the Butch family was hit in the face. The aggressive Bishop finally stopped in Fog Town.

Although some nobles suggested that a small number of strong teams go straight to Coldwind City.

But what kind of team does it take to be 'strong' to take the city? Will you be able to catch Victor after taking the city? Hugo? If you can't catch it, what are the consequences?

When they realized that their opponents still had the power to fight back, the magnates of the Banshee Castle had to consider the cost of war? It's best to be able to hold your own territory and then send people to attack your opponent's territory.

But high-level combat power is limited.

There are too few pies, meat buns beat dogs, and there is no return.

There are too many factions, and there are only loopholes in your own defense.

Before the war, it didn't matter how high the pitch was. But after the war is beaten, it is better to face the reality.

Friedman and the other ruling class of the Banshee Castle privately discussed that they were not willing to consume their own lineage and simply hire the exiled leginates of the Duchy of Os.

If Inisha refused, the Buchi family would use 'ingratitude' as an excuse to drive the other party out of the Banshee Castle, saving more and more of these people, and the tail would not be lost.

If Inisha agreed, the nobles of the Banshee Castle would naturally be happy and relaxed, and sit and watch the two groups of outsiders fight to the death on their own territory. It's best if they die together, and the Butch family is so happy.

Inisha was so hard to decide that she didn't reply on the spot, but only said that she would discuss with her subordinates. It dragged on for three days and five days, and the dense fog town on the northern front line dragged out a new situation.

The town of Dense Mist itself has a population of just over 1,000, and it can't accommodate Bishop's nearly 4,000 men and horses. This unit could not sleep in the open every day, so it could only be scattered around.

This one is in trouble. The characteristics of the classical army, which can gather but not disperse, are thus exposed.

Bishop originally stipulated that his subordinates could only be stationed in the five villages and towns around Dense Fog Town, all within five kilometers of each other. This makes it easy for him to move the command at any time.

Can this herd sheep ......

"Abeta went hunting again?"

Bishop requisitioned the mayor's house as a headquarters in Fog Town, and woke up every day to deal with a bunch of chores.

"Abeta is there to hunt, he's clearly going to rob. In the past few days, he has led people to loot at least six or seven villages. ”

The baron pounded the table angrily, and the herald took a few steps back in front of him, not daring to get too close. The rattle of the table made of fine walnut and the crack was enough to show how angry the baron was.

Bishop knew too well what virtue his men were. Not to mention the few high-ranking aristocratic officers he scattered, even his direct troops were not a good thing.

After only five days of stationing in Dense Fog Town, hundreds of directly subordinate troops have turned the town into a miasma. Most of the more than 1,000 residents had fled, and the remaining caretakers, all of them had suffered.

In the past few days, hundreds of people have died in the town. Every day, officers and soldiers pondered the demolition of houses and collected money, half of which was given to Baron Bishop as commander, and the other half was divided privately.

In fact, it would be nice to have a tenth of them delivered to the baron, and a great deal of property was destroyed in the looting. At most, the officers and soldiers who committed violence got some gold and silver, but they completely corrupted military discipline.

Although the baron's subordinates did not have any military discipline in the first place, now this group of people has become extremely vicious and animalistic. The troops under his nose are still like this, and the troops that are out of his control are even more vicious.

Lord Abeta, as Bishop calls it, is the number one disobedient guy. This man relied on his strength and did whatever he wanted. Not only did he plunder, but he even slaughtered villages.

As a direct boss, Bishop has continuously sent people to remind Abeta to converge in the past two days, so as not to repeat Exxon's mistakes. But Abeta sent someone to reply, saying that she was so flamboyant in order to find out the enemy lurking in the shadows.

"Lord Abeta said he had more than eighty knights, twenty wizards and priests, and five hundred infantrymen. He goes out in a group every day, just waiting for his opponent to appear.

In addition, Lord Hult and Lord Kane also led people to follow Lord Abeta and were ready to support each other. They hope to provoke their opponents with such armed marches. ”

The herald saw that Bishop's breath was slightly calmer, and relayed Abetta's words. The baron was silent on this, as if considering the feasibility of such a move.

War is a very serious and scientific matter. Bishop did not know much science, but he mastered many basic principles of warfare through family tradition and practice.

For example, a field march is not a crowd of thousands of people on the road. A hundred carriages can pull out a few miles, and a few thousand people can pull out a dozen or twenty miles.

The capacity of the road is limited, and the first group sets out in the morning, and the last team may not leave the camp until noon.

The troops had to find camping before dark, otherwise it would be difficult to maintain it for a long time due to the high physical exertion. The camp must also be spacious, have a water source, and be easy to prepare.

The places where you can camp are usually in towns. The larger the city, the easier it is for troops to assemble. So don't think about bypassing the city when you see it, you can't get around it at all.

If you can't guarantee the security of your own troops, then the commander is not qualified.

This is a truth that even the rogues understand, and the baron must abide by it. If you don't, you'll either break up or be cut off by the enemy.

When Lord Abeta deliberately led his team to raid and try to force his opponent into a decisive battle, Bishop immediately saw the flaws of this approach, "It's still too slow to react."

Hugo's men may have only a few dozen or a dozen men, and they can maneuver in the field. A small but 'strong' enough force must be added to work with Abbetta. One is an anvil, and the other is a hammer. ”

But now that the anvil is there, who will be the hammer?

There is a precedent for Exxon, and Baron Bishop himself is beaten to death and refuses to be a hammer.

In case the opponent is too strong, I don't know who will beat whom? This is just like no one running directly to Cold Wind City at present, not everyone is as bold as Zhou Qingfeng recklessly.

Just as he was hesitating, the guards from outside the town came to report that the Banshee Castle had sent a reinforcement to the Baron.

"Reinforcements?" Bishop was surprised.

Because of the heavy casualties of Exxon's troops, the magnates of the Banshee Castle greatly increased the strength of Coldwind City. Except for sending more people to protect the convoy, basically no one wants to come to the front line of Dense Fog Town.

"Who's leading the reinforcements?"

Bishop came out of his headquarters, and sure enough, he saw a team of more than two hundred people waiting to enter outside the town. This batch of reinforcements not only sent a large number of supplies, but also was particularly strong.

The leader of the team was a tall and handsome man, wearing bright silver half-armor, a handsome eagle helmet, and a square face and heroic spirit. Meeting with Bishop, this man took the initiative to step forward and introduced himself:

"I am Viscount Tarak of the Duchy of Os, guardian of Greyeagle Castle, and a loyal follower of the Frederick family. In addition, I am also a suitor of Princess Inisa, hoping to win the favor of beauty. ”

The tall man is about thirty years old, and he is at the peak of his strength. He smiled brightly and stared at Bishop with a sneering gaze.

"I have the permission of Her Royal Highness the Princess to come to the aid of my own volition. I heard that Baron, you also want to pursue the beautiful and noble princess, then we are rivals in love. ”

Bishop is in his forties and almost fifty, and he is not as good as this Viscount Tarlac in terms of appearance, posture and name. The other party's smiling face made him feel a lot of pressure, and he was even more angry.

What are these people who have lost their country angry in front of me?

Are you here to help?

Okay, I'm missing a hammer, so I'll let you do the work.