The dark clouds that shrouded the sky finally dissipated little by little, and the rays of the sun, breaking through many obstacles, finally cast the light on the earth.

Hamp City, once one of the largest cities in the Principality of Noah, is now devastated, and the rain has poured into the ruins of the city, washing away the traces of the killing that once remained between the ruins, but the wounds caused by the war may take time to heal slowly.

After enjoying the first killings and indulgences, the soldiers of Belu also began their own work - recovering arrowheads, cleaning up corpses, counting the spoils of war, and there is still a staggering amount of wealth hidden in the ruined Hamp City, and the inhabitants here cannot all escape, let alone the materials that make these invaders blush? The soldiers of Belu rummaged through almost every corner of the city, and as for these supplies, whether all the soldiers were completely handed over or not, the commanders of the Third Army simply turned a blind eye, and for the soldiers of Belu, in this way, they could continue to maintain their enthusiasm for combat.

Among all the countries in the Deathfjord, the reputation of the Principality of Belu is the worst, once the army of the Principality of Belu becomes the victorious side, then slaughter and looting are inevitable, the army of Belu does not care about territory and population at all, what they need is to feed the war with war, and spread the prestige of Belu to every corner of the Deathfjord!

Among them, the Third Legion is the most severe, and their combat effectiveness is more maintained in the crazy enthusiasm for aggression, and even in the Duchy of Beru, there are many rumors about the Third Legion, and the soldiers of the Third Legion are even richer than the captains of other troops!

However, this rumor did not have any effect on the Third Legion, but made all the soldiers and reserve troops of Belu eager to join this powerful legion, and they also longed for the feeling of being in charge of the fate of others.

From a bird's-eye view, the streets of Hamp City are densely lined with soldiers' tents, huge catapults are parked in the city square, and water drops are constantly dripping down from their arms, and the makeshift stables in the south of the city are constantly neighing with the neighing of war horses, and even patrolling cavalry can be seen on the streets—even though it is a ruin, the Belu people have armed the city to the teeth.

An open field near the west gate of Hamp City, where the headquarters of the Third Legion was located, and the Lord's Mansion, which was the former symbol of the highest power of Hamp City, had long been reduced to ruins under the double bombardment of trebuchets and magicians.

"Lord Frank Lampard, there is no news from the convoy so far, you see, are we sending some troops out to have a look?"

In the spacious tent, more than a dozen Belu soldiers in officer uniforms sat around the table where a huge sand table map was placed, and sitting at the top was a middle-aged man who was not tall, his face was covered with scars like a ravine, and his right eye was covered with a black blindfold.

"You mean Randall's waste, transporting supplies, such a simple thing can't be done?" Lampard licked the brown-black sauce on his fingertips: "The fewer of my subordinates the less nepotistic officers I have, the better!"

The sound of chewing echoed in the tent, and some of the officers sitting below couldn't help but wipe a cold sweat, and no officer in the Duchy of Belu dared to say such a thing except the one in front of him.

"My lord, I mean, Captain Randall's convoy is not going to be taken by someone else. Lampard's adjutant bowed.

"Yod, I'm well aware of that. Lampard wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and a smile appeared on his face, but the smile was a little oozing under the twist of the scars: "Do you really not understand, or are you playing dumb? ”

The other officers in the conference room looked at each other, and if the administrative area of Hamp City was divided on the map, Yod Town was indeed part of Hamp City.

"I really didn't expect them to bring the supplies or even their lives with them intact, but now it seems that the fish have bitten the hook. Lampard put aside the canned sauce in his hand, slowly stood up, and walked to the sand table: "In Yode Town, the most should be some local armed forces and a very small number of Noah's regular troops. And the troops in front told me a piece of information before, and I was very interested. That is the defenders of Yode Town, who fled with a large amount of grain and grass in the era. ”

The commander all stood up, and the other officers naturally couldn't sit still, and all the officers present at the meeting were considered high-ranking members of the Second Legion, and their eyes fell on the lonely city in the middle of the great plain on the sand table.

"Your Excellency, you're saying that the people of Yoder Town are probably running out of rations, so it's possible that they're going to attack our convoy?" asked an officer in a loud voice.

"That's right, this convoy can only be regarded as my first bait. Lampard's hand was gently placed in Yod's place before making a gesture of his fingers reaching out.

"This town of Yode is bigger bait. Lampard's gaze swept over the faces of many of his officers: "Although we have captured Hamp City, the Grand Duke's side does not seem to be satisfied with this situation. ”

"My lord, isn't the Grand Duke invited to Wieshal?" the adjutant said softly, "Did the Grand Duke let us fight the Great Plains all the time?"

"The meaning of the Grand Duke is to let us kill and injure some more of the enemy's living forces, and the Hamp City we have conquered is almost an empty city. Next, let's try to put a little pressure on this town of Yode and see if we can catch the big fish. Frank Lampard clenched his fists and slammed his fist on the table: "Our second legion, we haven't fought a tough battle for a long time. This great plain is the best battlefield we can play!"

The officers glanced at each other, and Frank Lampard, who is usually lazy, will become fierce when a battle breaks out.

"Williams, pass my order, fix the day today, and go straight to the town at dawn tomorrow, and we will try to reach the town of Yod before Huang's wedding. Frank Lampard sat back in his seat, reached for a slice of sauce and threw it into his mouth: "Let's hope this town of Yode can give us some fun." ”