"What's going on?" Smith knew something was wrong, no matter how sluggish he was.

After a long time, Yank pulled his almost frightened gaze off the map, looked at Roy seriously, and asked, "How did you find out?"

Roy said: "Surprise, I just felt that something was wrong at first, but on my way to Edding City, I suddenly thought of a possibility, and then did a calculation, and I thought that the probability of my speculation was more than 60%. ”

"It's not 60 percent, it's 100 percent. Yank shook his head, a look of shame and struggle on his face, and then gritted his teeth and said to Roy, "I must admit that I made a strict mistake. I'm ashamed of my stupidity. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly slapped himself in the face, and half of his face was swollen in an instant. It can be seen how hard this slap is.

"I apologize to you, Roy. Yank looked into Roy's eyes and said word by word: "At the same time, I will ask Baron Smith to testify about what happened today, if I delay the military plane because of my reasons, I will bear all the consequences." ”

Yanke's words not only made the confused Baron Smith's mouth open wide, but even Roy was a little surprised.

He and Yank hadn't known each other before, and the first meeting just now wasn't very pleasant. However, at this time, he couldn't help but re-examine this third-level general of the empire who sat in Medin City.

It seems that Fano and Qiu Shanhai can rest assured that Meiding City will be handed over to Yanke, and it is not without knowledge. No matter what Yank did before, his military qualities that can be seen at a glance are strict and his courage to put aside face, admit mistakes and take responsibility is still admirable.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Baron Smith eagerly.

"Roy," Yank asked. "Can I explain your findings to Mr. Smith?"

"Of course. Roy looked at him and said.

Yank walked over to the map, pointed to it and explained to Baron Smith, "Baron, we all know that Fried has chosen to fight us in a decisive battle in Night Canyon, and is centered here. Set up a big pocket, just waiting for General Fano to get into"

Baron Smith nodded.

What Yank said, Roy said just now. Almost every senior in the military understands it. It's just that because opening up the Night Canyon is the only hope for rescuing Archduke Adolf, even if he knows the other party's deployment, Fano has no other choice.

However, this does not mean that you will lose.

The Friedau's commanders were equally aware that their deployment was superior. However, this also required that they must withstand the onslaught of Solan's army before other troops on the periphery rushed to the decisive battlefield to form an encirclement.

This will greatly test the execution and coordination of the Firete Army. If something goes wrong in one place, it may lead to a change in the final result. And this is one of the reasons why Fano knows that this is the step that the other party expects, and is willing to take risks.

It's going to be a battle of will and courage.

Whether it was Phila's trap that succeeded in netting Solan's main force was the big fish, or Solan's army broke free from the net. The sea and the sky are wide, and even the fish die and the net is broken. It's all unknown.

But now it seems that things are not so simple. Friedos seem to be hiding a larger conspiracy

Smith's gaze followed Yank's finger and circled the map, and he saw the large net that he had seen countless times.

Yanke said: "This is the peripheral deployment army of Feilie. On the surface, they were indeed deployed for the Night Canyon. But," he said, picking up the map, folding it in half along a line of the outlying garrisons, and then said to Smith, "Baron." If it's a pocket, what can you find when the pocket is turned over?"

The map is folded in half, which is more intuitive.

Smith stared blankly at the marked signs of the Ferry garrison, and suddenly realized that when the pocket was flipped to the other side, the target they were enveloping was no longer the Night Canyon, but a strategic place in the same center as Medin City-Fiordland Town!

"They're not going to fight us, they're going to attack Fjordtown," Baron Smith said in shock.

No one knows better than him.

After the Momiji Knights cooperated with Fano to march into the Night Canyon, there is now only a squadron of long knights and five hundred soldiers left in Fiordland Town. With such a small number of troops, once attacked by the Firetes, I am afraid that they will not be able to resist even half a day.

"Yes," Yank replied, "if they take Fjordtown and the fjord-centred strongholds, they will be able to open a passage to the north, bypass the city of Medin, and split us from the city of Munich, cutting off our logistical supply lines." ”

Roy listened quietly. In his mind, it seemed that the Ferret Army had rushed into the hinterland of Lulian like a pack of wolves along the route of the Red Leaf Knights to rescue him and the flint consortium caravan, burning and looting.

To the south of the current city of Medding, it has long been in ruins. A large number of farms and estates were abandoned. Even the city of Medin became a purely military fortress. All supplies were to be supplied to the city of Muni and the territories in the north that had not yet been invaded by the Fretes.

At the beginning, the rear army of Fano could not go out on time, and the dispute between Eugene and the rebel nobles was all because of this.

If the Filie army achieves its goal, then their troops in the Night Canyon do not need to fight the main force of Fano at all, as long as it drags on for a period of time, the Solan army will collapse by itself without supplies and cutting off the back road.

At the same time, the Phillips army that bypassed the city of Medin could attack the city of Medin in the south, and the city of Muni could be forced in the north. If you add to this the fact that the Benson army in the northwest broke through the defenses of Ashley and other nobles, then the empire would face a complete crushing defeat in Lulian.

Hearing Roy and Yank's explanation, Smith already had a trace of fear in his eyes. He asked, "But this pocket of Phillip is now opening towards the Night Canyon, and if you want to turn around to Fjord Town, isn't it a lot farther away?"

Yank shook his head and sighed deeply, "That's why we didn't see their plot. ”

He pointed to the map and explained to Smith, "Look. These troops seem to be closer to Nightfall Canyon and farther away from Fiordland. However, we can find that the places they chose to be stationed were intentionally or unintentionally close to the trade routes. Roy calculated, taking advantage of these paths. It took them even less time to get to Fiordland than it did to Nightglow Canyon. ”

As he spoke, his eyes staring at the dense markings and arrows on the map: "Besides, they don't need to go out with the whole army at all. It only takes one shapeshift, a farther army, a closer neighboring army, and so on, to turn this pocket over. ”

Such a clear explanation that even Smith, who knew nothing about military command, understood. He was shocked and asked, "What should we do now?"

"First. Immediately inform General Fano and General Eugene. Yank said without hesitation, "Second, I will immediately lead the army to Fiordland and try to stop the Firetes. Even if they can't stop it, they can't get them to stand firm. ”

"But," Smithton became a little nervous when he heard that Yank was going to personally lead the army to the fjord, "General Yanke, the defense of Medin City is not good without you. ”

"If you lose Fiordland. The city of Medin could not be defended. Roy spoke from the side.

This cruel reality silenced Baron Smith. Roy turned his head to look at Yank. said: "General Yanke, I have a Jianyì, I don't know if it's okay." ”

For Roy, Yanke still had half a contempt, and nodded cautiously at the moment: "Please speak." ”

"In my judgment, if the Firean army breaks through Fiordland. Then, they had to take these places to the west and north of the fjord in order to form a complete defensive line. Roy said as he drew five circles on the map.

Yank looked at the map carefully.

The five places marked by Roy belong to Fiordland Town and Black Tiger Reef Town to the north. Two of them were castles of local nobility. The other three are two small defensive fortifications of the Solan Army and a small mountain village with a watchtower.

These five places are spread along the fjord and the town of Black Tiger Reef. From the map, it looks like a plum blossom that is not very regular. Every location is very important.

Taking any of them is like a nail in the heart of Lulian. If they take all five places, then it is equivalent to laying a solid stake.

By the time their army has passed through Fiordland, the mouth of the southern mountains, and built a defensive line based on these five strategic points, it will be more difficult to drive them back to the south than to the sky.

Yank couldn't help but give Roy a deep look.

Even from the perspective of a veteran general like him, Roy's judgment of these strategic locations is very accurate.

This is obviously not the course of the first training camp, and Roy's identity is not the heir of a wealthy family who has devoted all its resources to cultivating. It is not surprising that a civilian boy can have such intuition and judgment in military affairs.

However, Roy, who was buried in his head, did not see Yank's eyes.

After marking the five locations, he quickly continued, "If my guess is correct, then the Freels should have sent their troops to attack Fiordland before eight prayer hours...... ＂

Yank agreed with Roy's judgment.

The plans of the Phillips require a precise timetable. It's not good if it's early, and it's not okay if it's late. It will not be launched until Fano's main force is actually in their pockets.

Yesterday, after Fano's army crossed the White Horse Slope, the conditions were ripe.

Of course, the Philaetes' plan could not be achieved overnight. The most correct step is to send a small but powerful elite force to capture Fiordland, and then quickly capture these strategic points demarcated by Roy and establish a bridgehead. Then, other troops followed one after another, completing the great reversal of this pocket tactic.

Roy said eight prayer hours ago, which is a relatively optimistic estimate. But in any case, the Phreelite offensive was launched no earlier than the twelve prayer hours.

According to the defense and strength of Fiordland, the loss was a foregone conclusion, but the Fireans did not go through a bitter battle, and did not spend seven or eight prayer hours, and did not think of taking Fiordland.

This means ......

Roy continued, "That means we still have a chance to stop them before they take these five places. As long as they can't gain a foothold, we may not lose this battle, and we may be able to turn the tide of the war in one fell swoop. ＂

Roy's words made both Yank and Smith's eyes light up. Oh, yes. This is a trap, but not an opportunity? If the positive and negative of this pocket of the Filie people cannot work, then the change in the situation of the battle will be completely beneficial to their own side.

"But," Roy said. "We have to be fast. We and the enemy are in a race against time. Whoever is faster will be able to take the initiative. My builder is, General Yank, you lead your men to capture Redstone Castle northeast of Fiordland. ”

Yank looked at the map in silence and nodded cautiously. Although in terms of status, he is the commander of the defenders of Edin City, and Roy is just a long knight squad leader. Not even a few of his lieutenants.

But at this moment, Yank did not have any rejection of Roy's arrangement. Even subconsciously, he felt that this was a matter of course.

Redstone Castle is a small castle built on a hillside by the river. It was originally a watchtower. Later, it was rewarded by the local lord with a knighthood, and it was expanded into a castle.

The castle is not big, but the terrain is dangerous, easy to defend and difficult to attack. Roy first set the castle as his goal, which coincided with Yank.

"Take Redstone Castle. We can be condescending and hold the roads around us. Stop the Firetes from coming around from the east. After drawing a circle on the Red Stone Hills, Roy looked at the map and hesitated, "As for the Warm Lake Fort on the Western Front"

The room was very quiet for a moment, and Yank and Smith were frowning.

Of the five strategic locations identified by Roy, there are two castles, Redstone Hill and Warm Water Lake. Again, the key of the key.

Redstone Hill guards the eastern line of Fiordland, while Warm Water Lake guards the western line of Fiordland. The other two fortifications and the village watchtower were within the radius of these two castles. Capture the castle like a fighter gaining a foothold. Advance can be attacked, retreat can be defended.

As long as they hold out for a few days, the infantry army of Medin City and the allied army of Muni City after receiving the news will be able to arrive, and at that time, even if the Freels capture Fjord Town, it will have no effect.

However, if you want to be fast enough, then this time you can only use cavalry with knights as the core. At present, there are only more than 300 knights and 500 cavalry in Medin City. These are also troops that have been withdrawn from the front to rest.

Not to mention that the defense of Medin City still needs them, even if they are all thrown into the fjord, Yank can only ensure that Hongshi Castle is captured at most. And the Warm Water Lake Castle, twenty kilometers away, whether it is the distance or the strength of the troops, he has a weak heart.

"Leave it to me here. Roy pondered for a long time and spoke.

"You?" said Yank and Smith in unison, one at each other.

Roy met their gaze and nodded affirmatively.

"But......" Smith tried to say, but was stopped by Yanke's wave of his hand.

"How many do you want?" Yank asked.

"I brought with me knights, and at least one hundred and fifty horsemen. Roy said

"I agree. Yank stared into Roy's eyes and cautiously admonished, "Don't fight hard. If not, come to me at Redstone Hills. ”

"Good!"

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

Countless torches illuminated the barracks and city walls.

Hordes of soldiers rushed to and fro, men loaded bundles of arrows and packets of grain onto wagons, and heavily armed knights checked horses' horseshoes and saddled belts. The sound of footsteps, roars and neighing horses is endless.

The entire barracks was filled with pre-war tension.

The team heading to Fort Warm Lake was the first to set off.

Ten long knights, thirteen servant knights, plus fifty-six knight cadets from the three major training camps and two hundred cavalry assigned by Yanke, like two silent fire dragons, walked side by side, through the doorway, and crashed headlong into the dark night that shrouded the south.

By this time, everyone already knew that something had happened.

Everyone watched the rush of the procession, guessing what the black-haired boy had said to Baron Smith and General Yanke in the barracks. So much so that the fierce conflict disappeared as if it had never happened.

That's not General Yank's character.

It was a miracle that the black-haired kid grabbed his long knight and kicked him in the face in front of everyone, and he didn't tear the kid to shreds.

What's even more incredible is that after walking out of the barracks, Yank has been standing with that kid all the time. When the kid spoke. He nodded frequently, and finally allocated two hundred cavalry to the command of this boy. All kinds of supplies are available openly.

What can make Yank let go of personal grievances so simply is naturally a business matter.

Thinking of the emergency military situation that the black-haired boy had been announcing to report, and seeing the tense and busy scene in front of him, everyone's heart was heavy.

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

The sound of horses' hooves faded away. It wasn't until the last bit of the beating fire disappeared into the grove on the horizon that Smith, who was standing on the wall, turned his head and said to Yanke: "General Yanke, I don't understand, how could you agree to let them go to Fort Warm Lake?"

"If they don't go, who's going to go?" Yank said.

Yank's rhetorical question silenced Smith. He knew that the strategic position of Fort Warm Lake and Fort Redstone was equally important. The city of Medin was understaffed, except for this army that had just arrived. There is really no one else who can carry such a burden.

However, when he thought of those young and almost immature faces, he still had some incomprehension, and said, "But they are still just a bunch of children......"

"They're cadets of the Empire's three major training camps, trainee knights, not kids," Yank turned to look at Smith. "Besides, you think a bunch of kids. Can you take me in the hands of a dozen long knights and kick me in the face?"

Smith's mouth was wide open, unable to speak.

"I know you want to say that they haven't been on the battlefield, and that black-haired stinky boy has just been promoted to the captain of the Long Knight Squad, and has no command experience. But. Don't forget, the most dangerous in the jungle are not the cautious old wolves, but the young male wolves with sharp claws and strong physiques, who walk in the wind and snow. Attacking a target in their field of vision is unimaginably ferocious. ”

Yank said, looking back in the direction where Roy's team had disappeared, and said slowly, "At this juncture, we have no other way but to let these young people take risks. Only the tempering of war can make people grow up quickly. Since they are the future knights of the empire, then, this qiē is what they should have borne in the first place, besides, ......"

A complicated smile appeared on Yank's face, a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but also a little approving and expecting: "The little male wolf who led them is a powerful guy. I had a hunch that maybe he would surprise us. ”

"Just like the last time in the Battle of Medin City. With that, he patted Smith on the shoulder and turned to descend the wall.

"Let the messenger go," he exclaimed, "and it's time for me to go!"

.........

A few minutes later, eight teams of messengers galloped out of the gates of Medin City and went in different directions.

They will bring this information to Eugene in Muni City, the Momiji Knights on the front, the Twelfth Legion, and Fano as quickly as possible.

In each direction, there are two messenger squads. Each courier squad was guarded by two long knights, four servant knights, and eight cavalrymen.

In the hinterland of their own controlled districts, which is beyond the reach of the Firetes, sending such a guard force to deliver information shows how seriously Yank attaches importance to this.

The world was noisy and silent at this moment, and if you looked down from the sky, you could see that the chaotic trajectories of the war beasts and the wheel of fortune crisscrossed the vast land of Lulian.

Thirty kilometers away from the Night Canyon, the Solan army led by Fano set up camp. The soldiers were exhausted after a long day of marching. The bodies of hundreds of Fiji martyrs were scattered along the roads they passed.

The vultures swayed in the night, like scavengers in black cloaks, vying for the flesh of the corpses. Tattered banners hunted in the wind, broken swords scattered all over the ground, all of which formed an arrow that spread towards the night canyon.

The Momiji Knights on the left flank and the Twelfth Legion on the right flank also stopped. A large number of scouts were sent to the perimeter of the camp. At the far end of the direction in which the scouts were heading, the wolves were wandering in the night, looking for an opportunity.

And more than a dozen kilometers or even tens of kilometers away, a Fili army has already been drawn. The soldiers left the barracks and walked silently on the mountain roads and in the woods. Torches, by the river, in the waist-deep grass of the plains, meandered into streams of fire.

Crossing these Fili armies is the heart of this war - the camel pass.

Of the more than 10,000 Solan soldiers who had fled with Archduke Adolf, there were now less than 7,000 left. However, they still repelled the attacks of the Phillips army again and again. The corpses of the martyrs of Rang Fei covered the valleys and slopes north of the camel pass.

Grand Duke Adolf was inspecting the barracks, his face a little haggard, and his beard unkempt, but his back was still straight. As soon as they saw him, all the soldiers, even the wounded, would struggle to get up with the support of their comrades.

The Grand Duke is the banner of Lulian, and as long as he does not fall, everyone will not admit defeat.

At the same time, thirty kilometers away from the camel pass, an army was advancing towards a castle built on the bank of the river.

This is the Lulian Guard, led by Percy. After departing from the city of Muni, they made a detour by day and night, making a detour to the southeast, crossing the garrison of the Phreelites. Now, at last, they were less than five kilometers away from their target, Baron Cohen's Castle.

Viewed from the air, this army was like a dark sword, stabbing the ribs of the Ferrets into their hearts. However, the Baron's Castle, built high on a hill on the bank of the river, was so strong. It is not an easy task to take her down.

To make matters worse, the fog of war has begun to surge with the churning of the pockets of the Phillips. A Fili army, moving westward, was heading for the Guards.

At this moment, neither side knows each other's existence. They are like two fierce beasts in the dark jungle, gathered in the same mountain forest. The dice of fate have been thrown. When they land, they will be destined to staggered or fight fiercely.

But the fight in Fjord Town is over.

An elite Firet army, which crossed the mountain road, spent seven prayer hours conquering this strategic point as important as the city of Medin. The horse's hooves, stomping on the mud that had become dark red from the soaking of blood, entered the barracks.

A banner of the Momiji Knights, trampled under the horse's hooves. Hundreds of Soran soldiers' corpses were either laid in front of the camp gates or hung on the arrow towers. The fire burned fiercely, and countless townspeople of Fjord Town, helping the old and the young, fled to the nearby mountains and forests.

The Feilie cavalry in front was still chasing the fish that had slipped through the net, and in the rear, five heroic young generals had already led an army of hundreds of knights in black armor in strict formations to cross the fjord defense line of blood and fire.

Standing at the entrance of the town, the five young men glanced at each other.

One humane: "The hunting ground has opened its gates, then"

He looked around and smiled, "Game on!" ...... (To be continued......)