Letter from Old Griffin Hart to Fort Longtala:

Mr. McLagan, Mr. Jorgen. I, Sandos Griffinhardt, Lord of the Griffons, Master of the Eagle's Nest, and Trainer of the Eagle Fighters, have led the Griffons to lead 3,000 troops into the Mist Forest in an ambush in accordance with the sacred and unbreakable covenant, and I will wait for the Executioners to attack the Logging Fortress, and I and Lady Claire will be flanked back and forth, and the entire army of the Tanganis will be destroyed.

After destroying the incoming enemy, the Griffon's army will take a break at the Logging Fortress, so prepare your camp in advance and then attack Tangenness to join the harassing forces.

As long as your northwestern line of defense can be held, the northeastern lands of Tanguness are at our disposal.

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Reply from Geville:

Honorable Lord Griffinhart, Givir Worf, second son of Lord Slava Wof, Lord of Lower Zammir, and Adjutant of the Logging Fortress Garrison. Jørgen Consultant received your letter and instructed me to arrange everything.

We are well prepared for your army's garrison and food supplies. In addition, we have prepared 500 sets of spare armaments for your troops, which have been stored at the cantonment. Once we've killed all the Tangnis, you can swap them out as you like.

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"Sir! We have important information to report! "A big man broke into a tent with a red background and gold trim without reporting. He leaned his broken toothed logging axe against the pillars of the tent, seeking a response from a man who looked like an officer.

"Balmer, you stupid, don't let me hear those pickled words and say them all over again." The officer turned around and said disapprovingly, playing with his handful of goatee as he shook his platinum-blond hair stuck to his forehead.

"Master Foster, your servant has important information to report!" Balmer, forced by Foster Thomas's identity, had to kneel down and say it again.

Foster nodded in satisfaction, then grabbed his right beard and said, "Well, it's still a little bit like that." You're not a bandit now, Balmer. I'll give you a chance to live, and I'll let you be my servant, and you'll have to figure out who gave you all this. ”

"It's you, Master Foster." Balmer fell to his knees, and he inhaled sharply, then slowly exhaled, and said the words softly.

"That's right, Balmer. Since you remember, you have to be in line with the act of being a servant. Including what you do and what you say, understand? Or is that your stupid brain unable to understand what I'm saying, and let me tell you twice? Foster said arrogantly, not even looking at Balmer, oh no, his nostrils were actually eye level with Balmer's tall frame.

"There won't be a next time, Lord Foster." Balmer said dryly.

"Humph! Forget it, I'm a benevolent nobleman. No way, you pickled inferior people are so stupid. Therefore I have decided to show my mercy and not punish you. Now, report what you find. With that, he pretended to unfold the map of the Mist Forest on a beautifully crafted table, pretending to be focused on something.

'Pretending stupid pig! Sooner or later, we're going to cut you. If we win this time, I'll raid Zammir and flee to Sandre, and if we lose, I'll take the opportunity to escape, and I'll never go back to Tangerness anyway. Balmer thought to himself.

But Balmer couldn't show that kind of thinking at the moment, after all, his life was not in his own hands when he was in the army. Don't look at Balmer, but as a bandit, Balmer knows a few words, at least writes his own name, and can easily spell out common letters - thanks to a former professor who saved him when he was a child.

To this day, he remembered what the druid sister had said to him: "Fear nature, but don't fear it." Obey a threat you can't resist when you have it, and seize it when you have the opportunity to take control of your destiny – and the same is true for life and doing things. ”

Since then, Balmer has become a sleek, bent and stretching man. On the surface, he looks like an honest man with a grass on the wall, but in reality, Balmer always has his own thoughts in his heart.

When he discovered a method of cultivating wild fruits, he worked diligently and finally ushered in a good harvest; When the local nobles came to collect his fruit trees, he rebelled and killed the officers and soldiers, but also wandered into the mountains and forests to become a bandit; When Tangnis sent an army to exterminate him, he fought guerrilla warfare with the army and hid in the deep mountains and forests to escape pursuit; But when Gekit issued a call for conscription, he took the initiative to surrender and respond to the call, embarking on an expedition to Zamir.

All in all, he doesn't mind being a peasant, a businessman, or even a shopkeeper, but he can also be an authoritative and powerful bandit leader; In the face of power, he can not only deal with it wisely, but also judge the situation in the face of the disparity of absolute power, and send people under the fence to save his life. That's really what smart people do—at least much smarter than ordinary civilians.

"But for now, I'm honestly waiting for the opportunity, and I'll deal with this idiot first." He thought. "Master Foster, our scouts have found traces of a large force of activity, and they have reportedly suspected that it is Griffon Leader soldiers - griffon droppings, large quantities of dung, have been found in the woods. Therefore, they judged that the number of enemies was about 2000-3000 people. Balmer said cautiously.

"Hah! The chicks are here to get a stick, too! Whether they're here to reinforce the wolf cubs, we're going to cut off their heads! With only 2,000 men, our legion is invincible. My servant! Give me the order! Send my adjutant to come in and see me, I'm going to hold an interim military council! Foster crossed his hands on his hips and commanded Balmer to do things.

Balmer tried to persuade the idiot, but after a little thought, he rejected his idea and went to give Forster's lieutenant an order.

Balmer has known Foster all too well in the past few months - that is, an idiot who has no knowledge and is happy to achieve great things. Foster's troops were almost invincible, and the idiot even nicknamed himself the "Undefeated Warrior". However, Balmer knew that Forster had not failed because his lieutenants were well-organized and extremely proficient in war planning, and partly because Tangnes's legions were disciplined, well-equipped, and numerous.

In the face of these two absolute advantages, Foster's stupid tactics were concealed. Foster has been immersed in his own arrogance, which has only intensified after some of the boastful villains spread the word of the "Undefeated Warriors" – and even Gekit Exkushin is convinced. That's why Gekit appointed the bale to take on the heavy responsibility of attacking the logging fortress alone.

Balmer saw this as a great opportunity – he believed that while Foster would eventually win the encounter, he would lose his troops. Eagle Fighter he had heard that this kind of griffon collar's characteristic class was not so easy to deal with. Particularly dangerous are the griffons, and while the Targnis infantry are known for their superior armor and defense, hunters like griffons are too smart. Unless you're wearing a full set of covered armor, there's always room for the griffons to get their hands on. Like the joints and tender flesh at the junctions of your armor, and, of course, your eyeballs. If you despise this creature with your stubbornness, the griffons will let you experience their sharp claws and sharp beaks.

Once the griffon's forces and Foster are defeated, Balmer can take advantage of the decline in Foster's control over him to secretly contact those old bandit friends, and then act at the opportunity, if Foster can break through the logging fortress, he will take the lead in Zamir and plunder; If Forster fled back to Tangenes with his tail between his legs, he wouldn't mind being a helper, whether in the Griffons or the Zamir, much better than staying in Tangnis and being terrified every day. This can be regarded as a little bit of wisdom for a little person like him to survive in this Aisha world.

"Sir Napolion, Lord Foster has invited you to come over, saying that he is going to convene an impromptu military council." Balmer said to the middle-aged officer. For Napolion, Balmer was truly in awe. This middle-aged officer is very serious and unsmiling, giving a sense of majesty but reliability. Balmer knew that it was this adjutant who wiped Foster's ass every time, and if there was really any "undefeated god of war", it would be Chief Napolion and not Foster's idiot.

Napolion nodded expressionlessly and said, "Got it, thank you Balmer, go and get busy." Then he entered the tent.

"Napoleon! Come and see! With about 2,000 young chicks ahead of us, I decided to attack! We sneak up on them from behind! What do you think? Foster proudly flaunted his "battle plan" as if it were really some great, great, real battle plan.

"Very good plan, sir." Napolion agrees with Forster. Napolion did not expect anything of value to come out of Foster's mouth. In fact, the whole army has always been Foss's general policy, and no matter how outrageous that policy may be, Napolion is responsible for making it happen.

However, Forster was arrogant, and he never interfered indiscriminately in command, which gave Napolion a lot of room to maneuver - Foster preferred to sit in his tent and wait for news of victory.

Although he was useless in war, Napolion did not ridicule or contradict his superiors. First, the tradition of Targnis is absolute obedience to his superiors, and secondly, the great victory is the value of Napoleon's existence—he is responsible for winning the battle, whenever and wherever it is, even if the commander is sitting in the position of a stupid peach-haired beast.

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"Master, the Tangnis mongrels are afraid that they have spotted us, and they are marching straight at us! I'm afraid we'll have to face a head-to-head confrontation with Tangyounes. Master, I take responsibility for this mistake. Babud said to old Griffin Hart, who was riding on a griffin.

"It's my responsibility, Babud. It was I who ordered it to be trimmed at the tuyere. I thought the Tangnis were ahead of us, who would have thought that we would go too fast! Sandos said.

"It's not part of our plan." Violetta said as she rode on her broomstick and approached Santos.

"Things can't always be in your plan, Violeta. Everybody's on orders! The griffons and eagle fighters all take to the skies, and the infantry phalanx begins! The cavalry made a detour from the left and right to the direction of the Tanganis, and went around the rear to flank the attack! Griffins! The prey is coming! Ready to eat! ”