Just as Mu Shao'an led fifty Guards soldiers to chase Wren and march towards Grimdor Manor, in the dense mountains and forests three hundred miles away, Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong also led two battle squadrons and eighty coolie baggage battalions to trek with difficulty, in addition to twenty rats led by Tár, a thief, in front of them. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

They need to cross the mountain overnight and reach the other side of the mountain before dawn tomorrow, beyond the Iron Oak Castle, which is the main goal of their battle plan.

The whole sound is not right, it is the essence of the plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

Haha, we four stinkers are such geniuses that we can think of such a great strategy.

Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong were very proud.

Who got them involved in the development of this plan beforehand?

It's an honor to be there.

"Everyone pay attention to their feet, don't fall behind, rather slow than make mistakes!" The two of them are like hard-working shovelers at the moment, and they don't have the consciousness that as a chief, they should enjoy the consciousness of putting things first.

In fact, the two of them took care of every soldier under their command like a baby bump, ate well, dressed well, and never beat and scolded them except during training, and even there were five women with good looks in the baggage camp, well, this is really wholehearted care.

If outsiders saw it, they would probably really think that the two of them loved soldiers like children and were very good people, but if they were known by people who were familiar with the style of the old bird in the dung pit, they would only pout.

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What loves soldiers like sons, and what indiscriminate good people?

Will the old bird that comes out of the dung pit be a good person?

It's just that they're afraid of death.

Yes, the old birds are clever and tactful, and there are all kinds of intrigues and tricks, but they know what it means to save their lives.

Although they have chosen to follow Mu Shao'an, in their own opinion, their lives are still in the hands of these soldiers.

Yes, soldiers are strong, and they will live well.

Therefore, drinking the blood of soldiers, beating and bullying, deducting food and salary, and so on do not exist here.

Anyway, their own boss has a golden dinar, and they don't expect to make money from the enemy's capture, every time they attack, their baggage camp has to be loaded with two large boxes of golden dinars.

Moreover, not only is there enough food, but also the spirit of the dancing girl, the camping tent must be the best and strongest, and the feather arrows, javelins, crossbow arrows and other materials must also be sufficient.

So all of the above became their two combat squadrons, only 200 soldiers, but a baggage battalion of 80 people, no way, rich and capricious.

"I said that you two are weak, can you still speed up, the boss's order is that we must reach the south side of this mountain at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, and at your marching speed we will not be able to reach it tomorrow night. ”

Tal asked angrily, he finally couldn't help it, hell, there were locals leading the way in front, and the moon was shining brightly, and the road was not really rugged and difficult, as a result, the soul of these two so-called soldiers like children was not speeding up, every ten miles of land, they must take a rest, every thirty miles, they must replenish their food, water and physical strength, by the way, don't you see that these big-headed soldiers have enough energy to keep aiming at the baggage camp?

"Haha, Brother Thal, I can't be careless, this is outside with soldiers, everything must be careful and careful, you must know, our two combat squadrons are the absolute main force of our mercenary group, at a critical time, we are naturally willing to go to the soup for the boss, we will not give up, but we can't sacrifice senselessly, you see, here, the mountains are high and dense, the roads are rugged, in the dark, God knows how many conspiracies and tricks are fermenting, oh, no, how many demons and monsters are eyeing us, how can we not take precautions, you can rest assured, tomorrow morning, we will definitely arrive on time, it will not be wrong, and the boss will not blame us." 。 ”

Moultren flickered, you can't do this thing to speed up the march, you can't do it to death, it's not to question the boss's order, but it's not stable enough, if every soldier is tired like a dog, what about the next battle?

Although the plan seems flawless to them, they cannot let their guard down.

"Your uncle!"

Tal was angry, but he was helpless, he was the boss's entourage, but the boss didn't give him any orders, so although he could ask for a bunch of gold dinars from Duncan, he could also use these gold dinars to recruit dozens of rats familiar with the wilderness for himself, and it didn't matter if he even filled his own pockets, but he really couldn't control Moltren and Cheng Xiaodong.

So he could only take some of his subordinate rats with his head to speed up and go to explore the way.

The night passed like this, and the original plan was to assemble at the southern pass of the mountain at eight o'clock the next day, but after dawn, the two battle squadrons of Moltren and Cheng Xiaodong were still thirty miles away from the predetermined goal.

"Do you think the boss will be angry?"

Cheng Xiaodong was a little worried.

"No, the boss doesn't know soldiers, he doesn't understand what the most important thing is for an army to travel long distances, but the boss is very smart, he will never embarrass us because of a dead order, or shall we bet?" Mortren said with a nonchalant nostril.

"Okay, let's bet, I'll bet five cents, and the boss will never get angry. Cheng Xiaodong also said with a smile.

"Fuck your uncle. Moltren raised a middle finger, and this little controversy was boring, because they were both old dung pit birds, and neither of them could fool each other.

"Well, it's dawn, children, let's set up camp for breakfast, well, I think it's a good place, the sight is wide, the woods are sparse, and there is a mountain spring nearby, so I'm camping here. ”

And the two men began to shout.

"Your Excellency Squadron Leader, thirty miles ahead is the meeting place, why don't we make a quick march and rush over in one go?"

"No, no, thirty miles of rapid march, damn, why don't you go to heaven, there must be a hard battle today, a hard battle, so you must not be careless, come and camp and camp!"

Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong greeted loudly, and then took matters into their own hands, and they were well versed in the word "first".

Although the boss is likely to be thirty miles ahead, although the chicken thief Talr is making a small report to the boss at the moment, the reason why the old birds are old birds is that they are not only sycophants, they have their own set of rules of doing things.

The boss of his own house is definitely not that kind of stupid person, although the order given before is a dead order, but the boss has not personally scouted the terrain after all, and has not been here, just with the simple map drawn by Tár, oh, you will go and gather here, the time is eight o'clock in the morning, and I will skin you a minute late.

This order sounds fierce, but it is full of errors.

Although Moltren and Cheng Xiaodong are not professional military experts, they also know that no qualified commander in this world will give such a dead order until he is on the battlefield and understands the terrain.

So despite Mr. Tár's jumping up and down, all kinds of threats, all kinds of invective.

But Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong are the old gods, like snails, slowly, it took a whole day and a whole night to walk less than a hundred miles, well, it is worth mentioning that they only walked less than thirty miles last night.

Therefore, even if the boss is waiting in front at the moment, Moultren and the others are not worried, their own boss does often make such common-sense mistakes, but once they find that they have made mistakes, they will correct them immediately.

And Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong dare to be 100% sure that the boss will be greatly appreciated after figuring out the truth in the end.

That's it.

Duncan's guy just showed a little skill in logistics, and as a result, he became the first confidant, bird feathers, this time we must let the boss see that logistics management is nothing, and leading troops to fight is what we are good at.

What we lack is just an opportunity to rise to the top.

Of course, this is also in line with the survival creed of the old birds.

Be careful, be cautious, don't let go of the mistake of killing, and at any time, even when you are asleep, you must assume that the next moment of life and death crisis will come.

So at this moment, Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong are not only desperately shouting to keep all the soldiers and coolies busy, but they themselves are also digging the trap with a shovel and sparing no effort.

This would be a suitable camp to enter, after all, who could guarantee that the attack on the empty Iron Oak Fort would be smooth sailing?

Always prepare for the worst.

With such a backward camp, it will be easier to retreat in the event of failure.

Of course, this idea must not be shared with the boss.

"Hurry up, hurry up, cut down all the trees around me, clean up the grass nearby, and dig up the horse pits!"

The two people shouted as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and nearly three hundred people started at the same time, and the speed and scene were spectacular.

Although many soldiers and squad leaders are unimpressed,

But as an old bird in a dung pit and a person with deep victim paranoia, Moultren and Cheng Xiaodong will not be negligent.

In fact, they've been doing this for the past month and a half.

And others, like Duncan, the bald Lee, did the same.

Whether it is out of the camp or returning to the camp, it is even more cautious to the point of almost outrageous when going out to fight in the field, never taking risks, never wasting battles.

Therefore, this has caused the past month and a half to pass, obviously under his nose, there are still village guards patrolling constantly, but the old fox Hancock, the wild boar, can't be sure how many elite combat power Mu Shao'an's mercenary group has?

This is not an accident, nor is it Duncan's credit, but it is just a cautious habit that the old birds have always cultivated.

If it weren't for the super powerful opponent like the Yumen Pass Hunting Group, they wouldn't have been exposed at all.

And just when Moltren and Cheng Xiaodong were building a temporary camp on a large scale, a blood gourd-like Tal came out of the woods in the south, covered with feathered arrows, and was about to become a hedgehog.

"Be careful, there's ...... ahead"

Before he could utter a word, a feathered arrow flew from behind, piercing his throat with a pop.

(Chapter 3 is under overhaul, please bear with me, Khan, I made a temporary change, this really cost me my life...... (To be continued.) )