"I say, General, aren't they just a group of heroic fighters, why did we withdraw in such a hurry overnight, as if we were afraid of them!" Teldamir roared, pointing to his neck. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

I didn't look at him, but turned back to the captains of the guards behind me and said, "Have you brought out all our things?

The squad leaders looked down and scrutinized it, shaking their heads nervously.

I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Tedamir: "Isn't it the Heroic Warriors? Isn't it the Heroic Warriors! Do you think we are the Knights of the Holy Sword? Can we defeat them so easily?! What are you kidding, we only have more than 1,000 people! They have 7,000 people! 7,000 men, 5,000 heroic fighters, and 2,000 freelancers! That's a heavy horse!"

Tedamir bowed his head and stopped talking.

I scratched at my unkempt hair, and the lost day was so bad that a lot of things were lost. Not to mention anything else, just talk about the Haojie Fighter Group, what will they appear here!

However, if they show up, I can just leave things going on over there.

"General, an army of unknown forces has been spotted ahead, numbering about a thousand!" reported the scout Pegasus from the sentry ahead.

"What unknown forces," I scolded, "At this time, even if you don't use your eyes to see, you can know with your brain, those in front must be Rhodok's army, eighty percent of them are sent by that guy from Allah, and if there is a fight, there will definitely be more than a thousand people, I dare to guarantee that within half an hour, the Rhodok army in this vicinity will be attracted by us!"

"And what do we do?" said Tedamir at me.

"Turn around and go to Biglen!"

At this time, Biglen seemed to have turned into a large barracks, first occupied by the Haojie Fighters, and then the Haojie Fighters Corps poured eastward, and Biglen was occupied by Michod, who took advantage of the situation. In order to be able to firmly grasp this stronghold, connect the Swadia Empire, which has been torn apart by the Paraven battlefield, where Michod has invested his strongest force at his disposal, the Blood Rose Knights.

Tuyas, the leader of the Knights of the Blood Rose, was the only son of a close comrade-in-arms when Haraus was still under Lyon. This comrade-in-arms of Haraus once accompanied him from the "Night of Blood and Fire" in which thousands of people died, and together they survived the most tragic period of Calradia, and sustained until Haraus and his father took control of the Svadia Empire.

Later, although this comrade-in-arms died in the First Battle of Chanda in a very tragic way, his only son, Tuyas, survived, and was regarded as his own by King Haraus, and he focused on cultivating him, and the three marshals of the empire, and even the legendary version of Gaang, once served as his tutor.

It was such a heroic man who was deceived from the main battlefield by 2,000 horse bandits at the beginning of the Battle of Paraven, and then he was severely injured by the traitor Harangos, and fled back to Dehrim in Michod to recuperate. For Tuyas, it was a stain on his military career that could never be erased.

"It's okay, Tuyas. "This is your first time on the battlefield, and it is inevitable that you will make some mistakes, as long as you pay more attention later, Rome was not built in a day." ”

But Tuyas, who was still haunted, was his first time on the battlefield, and like the most important first in a woman's life, Tuyas's first time was not so perfect, or rather, terrible.

It's a nightmare!

Tuyas felt a little clean, and his spirit had been in high tension ever since. He was going to find an opportunity to teach the damned Rhodoks a lesson, but Count Michord admonished him with great solemnity (or warned) that Biglen was the most important point in the battle for the fate of the Svadian Empire, and he could not afford to lose it!

That being said, Tuyas felt tied to Biglen by Michod's words, the node connecting Uxhall and Deherim, and also within the military reach of the two great cities of Uxhall and Deherim. Although it was closer to Paraven, he only had to hold out for half a day if Bigren was attacked, and the nearest Swadia force would rush to help, and the large forces of the two great cities would arrive on the battlefield a day later. As long as he wasn't taken down instantly, he didn't have to worry about falling at all.

However, in this battle, although Biglen changed hands several times, it was relatively peaceful, and the army of Rhodok in Palaubun, which was only a day's journey, never invaded here. In the past few days, looking at the report that almost all the fighting burned near Paravon but never burned, Tuyas felt as if his heart was about to be fried.

But he can't go to war on his own, the lesson of Paraven is still in his ears, and if Biggren loses because of this, and the passage that was so easy to open is closed again, he Tuas really has no reason to live.

Just when he was so impatient that he had begun to lose sleep, suddenly, a herald covered in dust almost threw himself into the tent: "Report, report to General Tuyas! In the direction of Tosdel, a large number of cavalry appeared, judging from the smoke and dust, at least fifteen or six hundred!"

Tuyas jumped straight down from the couch, the sword at his waist slamming into the armor: "Tosdel? That's the stronghold of the Rhodoks!

The herald shook his head: "It's too dark for us to see clearly......"

"Damn it......" Tuas scolded, put on his scarlet cloak, and picked up the giant helmet resting on the table: "Order, all the Blood Rose Knights are assembled...... You guys, keep me on your toes, guard Biglen, and watch out for sneak attacks!"

The herald hurried, and Tuyas looked west, in the direction of Biglen, and gently wiped the great helmet in his hand with a white flannel glove, the only relic left to him by his unmasked father. Then he slowly raised his helmet and put it on his head, as if he had completed a ritual. The night owl fluttered its wings and flew back, and I waved my hand violently, interrupting the group's march.

From the night owl's memory, a dozen miles ahead of Biglen, the war machine was now fully operational, and the torches illuminated a large, well-organized camp. From a bird's-eye view, there were at least 8,000 soldiers stationed in Biglen at this time, with three layers of antlers, horses and wooden fences, ballistas erected in very secret corners, and many people sweating profusely digging horse pits within a range of hundreds of meters around the camp.

Of course, in this way, it will be difficult for their own heavy cavalry to work, which is a very conservative defensive measure.

However, the general of Biglen Svadia seemed to know this, and on the one hand a thousand men were digging a trap in front of the camp with all their might, and on the other hand, he had galloped out from the rear of the camp with heavy horses, at least about three thousand in number.