The thunder rolled by, and the gloomy rain clouds pressed overhead, and the oppressive feeling made it a little uncomfortable to breathe. It was morning, but the sky was as dark as evening. All around was muddy, and the sound of raindrops hitting the grass echoed in my ears, monotonous and boring.

Ruger was trying to untie the bag of dry food tied to the horse, but he was even more depressed because he had pulled a dead knot.

Reaching out and wiping his cheeks full of rain, he frowned, took a deep breath, and then suddenly drew his knife and cut the rope with a "brush" - this action seemed to vent the inexplicable irritability in his heart, and after slowly breathing a sigh of relief, he took out the jerky and chewed it, slowly closing his eyes, trying to calm the chaos in his heart.

At this time, it had been four hours since the morning incident. After escaping from the range of the wolf cavalry, the scouts were led by Roddy to find the horses and baggage, and after several transfers, they found such a hidden location and set up a simple camp.

As the rain fell, the soldiers regained their strength in their tents, and Roddy walked into the tent alone after giving the order to "rest and standby", and until now no other orders had been given. At this time, Luge returned to his tent and sat dullly, and after eating the jerky, he began to unconsciously wipe his saber in his hand.

To be honest, although it was a humiliating "escape" that happened in the morning, there were no casualties and the results they had accumulated before, but the morale of the team at this time was not too low... There is always unhappiness in his heart, but Luge desperately wants to find that group of orcs at this time, even if he dies on the battlefield, he is willing.

As a veteran of the war, Ruger had many stories that he had never told before, because they would make him feel indescribable fear and torment in his heart - after so many years, he thought he would forget those images, but after today's escape, he found that what flashed in front of his eyes were those images that he had tried to forget for a long time...

The chaotic sound of horses' hooves, the muffled sound of wolf cavalry running, the panicked scouts - more than ten years ago, Ruger also encountered the pursuit of orcs on this grassland... At that time, he was also running desperately, but the soldiers beside him were thrown into the net one by one, and those comrades who were once familiar were brutally killed by those orcs, and in the end, he was the only one who escaped back.

Don't run away... Don't run away... Don't run away...

We've killed more than 300 orcs, we've done enough, and now we're hunted down and there are no dead, what can we do if we leave?

You can't escape! I'm afraid that this sword will no longer be able to hold tightly.

Two very different voices echoed in his heart, and Luger pursed his lips and stared ahead, his hand holding the hilt of his sword a little pale—to be honest, he really didn't want to end what should have been a smooth operation while fleeing like this.

The faces of his old comrades flashed in his mind again, Ruger closed his eyes, took a deep breath, got up suddenly, and braved the heavy rain towards the tent where Roddy was...

But he didn't take a few steps before he saw Sodrore and Carter, who were also standing in the rain, and the three of them looked at each other a few times, and finally tacitly agreed not to ask each other anything, but walked together to the always quiet tent that belonged to Roddy.

I thought I would see Roddy's face anxiously waiting for a decision, but when the curtain of Roddy's tent was lifted, the scene in front of them made them all a little stunned.

In front of him, Roddy, dressed in a single coat, was sitting cross-legged on the ground, and in front of him was throwing the parchment with the map drawn - the light of the ring on his hand illuminated the rain-soaked paper, but Roddy's eyes were not on it, but closed his eyes, his fingers were regularly tapping his knees, humming lyrics that others could not understand:

"I love you deeply

You're in love with a ****

but I don't love you

You're better than ****... Also ****"

The Chinese lyrics naturally didn't understand what they meant in the ears of Sodrore and others, but they all seemed to hear the little leisurely excessive emotions in the lyrics, and with Roddy's expression and posture at this time, the three of them suddenly had the weird illusion that it was not themselves who was hunted down in the morning, but the wolf cavalry...

Could it be that Roddy is stimulated?

"Commander, we..."

Carter was the first to open his mouth to break the cold, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Roddy raise his hand and make a gesture to stop.

The fingers that were tapping on his knees suddenly stopped, and when his eyes opened, the momentum of Roddy's whole person seemed to change inexplicably.

"Carter, listen to orders. ”

An unfamiliar tone, an unfamiliar look, for Sodrore, Carter, and Ruger in front of them, Roddy's appearance at this time was something they had never seen before... The usual casual laughter, the seriousness of the command, and the encouragement after the victory made them think that they were familiar with this powerful commander, but now, they suddenly felt an invisible pressure - they found that they had never really seen Roddy clearly.

"Yes!"

Carter swallowed, and the Roddy in front of him didn't look much different from usual, but there was a little more indescribable oppression in his gaze, and it was actually a kind of neuroticism like a madman.

"Today we have been ambushed and the morale is a little low, we have all seen it, but it will not work - the will of the soldiers cannot be broken. We killed more than 300 people on the other side before, but we can't be scared by being chased by the other party for a few kilometers, that's it. Do you understand?"

The words that seemed to be talking to themselves made all three of them a little nervous - this was a strange Roddy, who did not have the indifference of the past, but exuded madness and confidence.

"You, go out now and tell them that those seventy-odd wolf cavalry are not invincible, and we don't have to be afraid of them, we can win the same. Just like we did before, like the three hundred orcs we killed, we did that, and we can do the same. So you go out now, talk to them one by one, tell them these things, play your part, understand?"

"It's... Yes!

Carter only hesitated for a moment before believing Roddy, turned out of the tent, and disappeared into the rain.

Turning his gaze to the two captains in front of him, Roddy continued to order in that unquestioning tone: "Sodrol, Ruger, in an hour, gather the team with everyone. ”

He reached out and picked up the map, which had become unusable due to water damage, and his gaze rested on the only dry word "Death Swamp" on it, and then he took a breath and gently tore the parchment into shreds, spilling it on the ground.

"Throw away all useless baggage, take off your armor, throw away your weapons ... We counterattacked the Cossack villages. ”

In the thunder, the stunned Sodlore and Ruger received such a "battle order" that they could not understand at all in the fourth hour after they had just finished fleeing.

............

After the afternoon, the rain in the Cossack village gradually stopped.

The atmosphere in the village was a little dreary at this time. The soldiers who used to live here were working overtime to slaughter the cattle and sheep that were used for food reserves, and they were consuming such a large amount of fresh meat just so that the wolves and wolf cavalry, who had a huge appetite, could have a second full meal.

From here, you can see the "preciousness" of the wolf cavalry troops, training a qualified wolf cavalry is still secondary, just the meat that these wolves have to eat every day, compared to the grazing war horses, I don't know how much more expensive.

Looking at the sky where the rain gradually stopped, the face of the Witch Doctor of Sarota was particularly gloomy at the moment - the plan that was determined to be achieved today was finally miscalculated, and the anger in his heart was naturally unavoidable. "Crowd Bloodlust" is a powerful auxiliary sorcery often used by Sarota in peacetime tribal warfare, and in all the battles that have taken place in the past five years, this range of sorcery has made the orcs of "Rohar's Hammer" almost invincible, but now this spell has not allowed the wolf cavalry to intercept the group of damned humans, which makes him feel a strong sense of frustration.

He knew the shortcomings of the wolf cavalry, so he set up an ambush, but he never thought that the other party would actually see through the ambush in advance and retreat decisively - if the other party was even one step slower. I'm afraid it won't end up being as fruitless as it is now.

But frustrated to frustration, Sarota decided to let the soldiers go home after a full meal, he didn't expect the humans to come back with a fever in their heads. So looking at the sky when it wasn't raining anymore, he felt that it was almost time to leave.

"Zoro, you go the other way, go directly to inform Chief Rohar of everything that happened here today, and I will return to the village and wait for you to come back in the evening with the chief's new orders. ”

Picking up her cane, Sarota arranged tasks for the students next to her. The conflict with the "Blood Spear" tribe can be big or small, there is news from his own side, it is estimated that Chief Rohar should not be able to fight with Chief Sark in one go, he was thinking like this in his heart, but he saw Sauron show a hesitant look-

"Teacher. But—"

"I know you're reluctant, and so am I. Those humans are cunning beyond imagination, but they have no strength after all. I thought they would be real warriors, huh... But I didn't expect that these humans would only be like rats, and this defeat should be counted on my head, if they had rushed with the team at that time, they would definitely not have been able to escape - but Zoro, you know, I am only complaining to you, a true warrior will only prove his strength with his actions. ”

Sarota didn't make excuses for his failure, Zoro gritted his teeth, and finally nodded heavily, "If I find an opportunity, I will definitely cut off their heads and give them to the teacher!"

"Huh. It should be dedicated to Chief Rohar, not me. ”

Having said that, Sarota's gaze was satisfied, and he waved his hand to signal for Sauron to leave, and the latter immediately turned away, riding the wolf and running towards the center of the tribe.

Unbeknownst to Sarota, however, when his student Sauron had left the village, his previous expressions of deference and innocence had vanished, replaced by a slight sense of horror and nervousness.