The infantry team finally arrived late after the melee, and Monroe led the cavalry who had not had time to put their swords into their sheaths in a menacing manner, rushing to the front of the infantry and roaring, "Where is the commander!"

A man between middle age and old age quickly stepped out of the column and knelt down on one knee, and replied in a loud but trembling voice: "My lord, I am the commander of the first fortress of the Imperial Capital Guard, ......" Before he could finish speaking, Monroe cut off his head cleanly, and his almost bald head rolled down to the deep ditch beside the road, and the broken neck was full of blood, staining a large area of the land red before the kneeling body went limp. "Listen to me, you cowardly, lowly brutes! Don't think that because you belong to the military department, I won't dare to kill you! Today, because of this greedy and death-fearing garbage, more than a dozen brothers who followed me from birth to death have died in Huangquan, and cutting off his head ten times and a hundred times with my own hands is not enough to calm my anger! From now on, this valiant young man is your new commander," Monroe shouted hysterically, raised his hand and pointed at Moraka, who was still standing, and continued to reprimand:www.biquge.info "If anyone dares to disobey, don't blame me for letting him move his head!"

To the veterans of the Imperial Guard, the trick of killing chickens and monkeys was as childish as a child's play, and they all ignored Monroe's warning. But Monroe's iron wrist soon proved that he wasn't just a paper tiger who could only play tricks. In the afternoon after the scuffle, Monroe beheaded nine people and hanged four people on charges of delaying military affairs, disobedience, and defection. It's nothing to just kill people, the worst is the commander of the third fortress of the Imperial Capital Guard, one of his subordinates was killed on the spot by the blood lion cavalry left at the end of the team because he was a child, the commander was angry and slashed at Monroe, and as a result, he was stripped naked and broke his limbs and tendons, and threw it next to a dead deer on the side of the road. If he is lucky, he may have bled to death before dark, or he would have been reduced to a meal for vultures or other roaming predators. The infantrymen were finally intimidated by Monroe's murderous game, succumbing to his blood and cruelty, and no one dared to resist.

After the infantry had become "well-behaved", the pace of the march far exceeded Monroe's budget, and before it was completely dark, the army had already set up camp at the entrance to the Toaron tunnel. Monroe got his wish and moved into a temporary lodging for the messenger and traveler, and discussed future tactics with his new lieutenant and his cronies in the modest two-story building.

The structure of the temporary dwelling was similar to that of the taverns that could be found everywhere in the imperial capital, with a spacious communal hall on the ground floor, and several long tables scattered together by Monroe and others, covered with a large map with several signs that had been used in a sand table. Monroe rested his hands on the table, his brow furrowed. In order to save his vitality, he had to come up with a somewhat cruel strategy, which made the atmosphere in the room instantly drop to freezing point, and the soldiers around the table were silent, just frowning and calculating like Monroe.

"How much damage do you think the Guards will have?" was silent for a long time, and Monro opened his mouth to break the silence, only to be rewarded with a longer silence. "Moraka stays, and the rest of us go back. Monroe waved his hand for the group to retreat, and then buried himself in a high-backed chair sewn with leather cushions.

"It's strange to the dwarves, who have been mining all day long, and whose arms are as thick as my waist, and yet they can think of a comfortable chair in such a broken place. Savages are also very interesting, no one teaches them to read and write, but they always know what is right and when. With that, Monroe looked up at Moraka, who was standing on the other side of the long table, "Are you a wildling, Moraka?"

"Miloca. Moraka replied quietly.

"Huh?"

"My name is Miloca, Your Lord. ”

"Hopefully, what a loving name. I apologize for my rudeness. So, are you a savage, Miloca?"

At this moment, Monroe was completely different from the bloody and cruel general during the day, and his words and deeds revealed the elegant temperament of a nobleman, just like when Miloka first met him. "No, sir. I was raised by orcs, minotaurs, trolls, and fishmen, and I had never been to the Savage Lands, nor had I ever seen a wildling. Miloka replied in the same humble tone.

"Well," Monroe sighed with some regret, "do you know about military affairs?"

"A little bit of it. ”

"Very well, how much damage do you think the garrison will have?"

"Annihilation. ”

Miloca's straightforward answer made Monroe's heart tingle, but it was exactly the answer he wanted, and it was the answer he gave himself. From the moment he proposed the strategy of "taking the lead of the guards", Monro began to feel uneasy about his cold-bloodedness, and it felt as if iron thorns were slowly piercing into his body, and the more no one answered his question, the more iron spikes stabbed him, and the more unbearable the pain became, until Miloka said the answer. But the answer didn't make him feel better, it just gave him a good time.

"I have to admit that I don't care much about the life and death of the guards, after all, they are only strangers compared to my brothers. But I'm not a butcher who kills without blinking, and I can't tolerate giving the lives of more than 100 people to the real devil. You are now the temporary commander of the garrison, figure out how to protect your people. ”

"My lord, I think the damage to the garrison can be completely avoided. Miloka said firmly.

"I want to hear about it. ”

"If the map is correct, then the Toyalun Tunnel is the only road connecting the western border of the empire and the hinterland after the destruction of the Saihado Bridge, and any general who knows a little about the army will choose to concentrate his troops at the exit of the tunnel to fight a beautiful ambush, and our generals will inevitably devote all their energy to the counter-ambush operation at the exit of the tunnel. With that, Miloka walked to the side of the table and placed the sign on the map representing enemy archers at the spot where the army was ambushed during the day, "But our opponents chose to fight here, and although it was a strange move to attack them, it also exposed their Achilles' heel. ”

Monroe leaned forward and dragged his chin with his crossed hands. He listened carefully to Miloca, trying to find some details from the boy's mouth that he hadn't noticed.

"From the analysis of the targets and actions of the enemy's ambush troops, I believe that the enemy army does not have enough bows or archers for ambush operations at the exit of the tunnel, and it is even possible that the remnants of the ambush team during the day are all the enemy's long-range forces. ”

Hearing this, a glint flashed in Monroe's eyes. Indeed, he was bent on counter-ambushes and did not bother to analyze the details of his opponent's tactics, in fact, the ambush during the day was full of loopholes. First of all, the demonstration of the hanging scout completely exposed the originally unknown ambush operation, which was a psychological tactic to create panic, and the tragic death of the scout made Monroe fear the unknown nature of the enemy army, creating the best time for the ambush; then the ambush team using crossbow arrows and ropes to fly, under the circumstances, the ambushers could have relied on shooting to inflict heavy damage on the cavalry, but they absurdly chose to fight hand-to-hand combat with the well-armed and proficient blood lions; and finally, the size and objectives of the ambush team, it was obvious that they only wanted to annihilate the cavalry, and did not intend to attack the infantry, and the battle with Miloca was purely accidental, such a targeted blow sent a pitifully small team, either the enemy leader is an arrogant idiot, or he really has no troops to use. Miloca's thoughts were like a key that opened the door to Monroe's mind that had been completely overlooked, and made his thoughts well.

"So there are far fewer archers waiting for us at the exit of the tunnel than I thought, and I should let the private guards take the lead, get into the enemy group as soon as possible to disrupt the formation, interfere with the archers' shooting, and create opportunities for the guards to engage in hand-to-hand combat, and use the numbers to gain an advantage. Monroe quickly said the new plan, and he looked excitedly at the twinkling Miloka and asked, "Why didn't you just say it?"

"My teacher taught me not to stand up to my elders in front of everyone, and to explain any ideas I had in private. Miloca replied humbly.

"You have lived up to your teacher and your name, Miloca," Monroe said as he buried himself in his chair again, his gaze still resting on Miloca, "you know what? ”