Chapter 468: Support
"Roast me a little more cooked and pepper!" Robert urged Cook with drooling as the chef set up a makeshift oven, with iron rods on top of the fire and skinned rabbits, and the tempting oil dripping down to make the fire even more vigorous.
But Cook looked at him with an idiot's eyes, "You forget that the price of our spices here is comparable to the equivalent of gold? β
"As a king, Stennis can't even eat some spices, it's a bit too much!"
As Robert was grumbling, he saw Stannis, who was supposed to be resting in the tent, running around like crazy and howling, 'It's over!'
"What's the nerves in him?" said Robert, who left Cook and the rabbit and ran towards Stannis, stopping him.
"Boss, what are you doing!
Stannis saw that it was Robert who calmed down his complicated emotions a little, he quickly explained everything to Robert quickly, at first his little brother was disdainful, but when he heard the special, his face became worse and worse, and finally he also repeated what Stannis shouted earlier, "It's over!"
Stannis was right, and indeed if the enemy had really done what he had conceived, the Northern Route Army would now be in extreme danger, and Patkins, as the leader of the army, might not have known anything about the current predicament.
β...... So boss, what are we going to do?"
"How the fuck do I know what to do!" Stannis waved his hands in despair, in stark contrast to the lord who had always been so confident, "Why do you have to think about everything, what's on your head, can't you just find a way to save your own world!"
Now, Robert has also become at a loss, but he still maintains the greatest restraint and asks Stannis: "Boss, calm down, you can think of a way." β
His roaring Stennis finally calmed down.
"Yes, yes, why did I mess up myself, Radish, you hurry up and get Sharaci for me!"
Now Robert was also confused, "What are you looking for her?"
Stannis didn't explain much, he just motioned to his little brother to do what he said.
Soon, the former Imperial Colonel, who was also a failure of the Garcia family's research on spell seals, appeared in front of Stannis.
"What do you want me to do?" This beautiful woman usually makes Stannis laugh because of her amnesia, but she is not ambiguous at all when it comes to big things, and she can read the urgency of the present tense from Stannis's anxious face, so she hides her forgetful side.
Stannis glanced at the woman with satisfaction, and then didn't say any more nonsense but went straight to the point.
"I need five hundred lancers under your command to accompany me on a very difficult mission. β
"Yes, they're always ready for you. Charaki didn't even ask him what this mission was and agreed without hesitation, since her titular uncle Sean Bin asked her to serve the man in front of her unconditionally, then she would not hesitate at all, even if it was for him!
Stannis solemnly gave her an imperial military salute, Charaki, who did not play treasure, was indeed one of his most trustworthy people, and soon, the Imperial army, which was originally a javelin cavalry but was actually a lancer, had been prepared and could set off at any time, unlike Tanis's famous shock cavalry, that is, the heavy knights equipped with human and horse equipment, the lancers who pursued the speed of the march were only equipped with half-body cuirasses, and the war horses were not protected by armor, so as to ensure the balance between combat effectiveness and flexibility, and Stannis chose them as the main force of this rescue because of thisγ
And this time, there is no doubt that Stannis is still leading the team personally, but before leaving, Advisor Romon seemed extremely uneasy. "Your Excellency, if you take such a few people to the Northern Alliance, will there be too few people? If they are fine, of course, it is the best, but if something really happens, such as being ambushed, you people can only be regarded as sending them to death!"
Stannis rode on his horse and waved his hand confidently, "Don't worry, I've asked Korodov to organize all the knights in the camp as the second batch of support troops, this is less than twenty miles away from the last position where the northern army appeared, they will arrive soon, don't worry, I won't die so easily!"
Soon, Stannis was heading north with this completely unfamiliar army, and there were many knights and squires in the large camp wearing armor, and they were the second group of troops to be supported.
After an hour of rapid marching, Stannis did not encounter the northern army on the road, and sure enough, as he thought, the Northern Coalition led by Patkins must have been ambushed, and he now kept praying that his childhood friend would not end up with the same fate as the Southern Alliance.
After walking along the road for an additional quarter of an hour to the north, there was a sudden smell of blood from a short distance, and he immediately signaled everyone to stop, while he only led Charaki and the two to the bloody scene on foot, and sure enough, it was littered with corpses, both human and scabbed.
And just as Stannis thought, sure enough, the Dark River has completely collapsed, and it seems that the Scab Monster is using the Dark River as a conveyor to carry out suicide attacks first, and then take advantage of the panic of the human army to quickly kill the army that has been ambushed around it.
And now that the battle seemed to be over, for there were neither humans alive nor scabs left, looking at the corpses everywhere, Stannis knew that he was still late, his eyes were moist and said bitterly: "We are still late, the army in the north has been destroyed, and Patkins is dead, how can I explain to Evelyn and her father......
But Charaki didn't seem to agree with him, she quickly scanned the battlefield and then said to Stannis, "There are less than a thousand human corpses here, and I've heard that the Southern army is all killed, and that's not like the way those monsters do." β
Stannis immediately looked up, his eyes rekindled with hope, "You mean ......"
"Yes, the armies of the north have not perished. β