On April 5, 339 A.D., an army of Mastar was advancing northward. The morning fog has not yet lifted www.biquge.info pen fun pavilion. At this time of year, there are often such mornings in the Sorena River valley, and sometimes the fog does not dissipate until noon. Legion Commander Thorde Lance is not at ease, not only is he responsible for his 40,000 men, but he also has to take care of an important person in Mastar, Princess Sigrani.

"Really, throwing such a delicate princess to us will only tie our hands and feet." The adjutant grumbled.

Sode only smiled bitterly, who called the ancestors did not stipulate that girls could not inherit the throne, and who called the emperor to give birth to only one daughter? When it comes to Mastar's Law of Succession to the Throne, there is only one restrictive clause in it, namely: there must be golden eyes. And in the entire royal blood pedigree, only this princess is eligible; The new empress is not favored by the emperor for political reasons, and no new heir will be born in the near future. The ancestors were casual, and the children and grandchildren were very troubled.

"Lord Lance." Thord looked back, and it was the princess calling him.

"Ah, it turned out to be Her Royal Highness the Princess." He nodded to her politely, he was born in the martial arts and didn't know how to entertain the top figures.

"This fog should be very beneficial to us, so why don't you speed up your march?" Sigrani asked. The adjutant on the side, Bavar Hayes, gave her a very unfriendly look, and Sigrani hurriedly explained: "I am inexperienced, and I would like to take this opportunity to ask for advice." ”

Realizing that not opening his mouth again would lead to unnecessary disputes, he said humbly: "The guerrilla tactics of the Pharians are very powerful, and perhaps a small force has already crossed the Sorenna River, and it is not possible to be careless on the edge of the border. This fog also has a negative side to our army. ”

"I see, thank you for your guidance." Sigrani stuck out her tongue and laughed, "I'm so ignorant. ”

The princess with this expression reminded Thord of his mischievous half-sister. At this moment, a man and a horse hurried up, "Your Highness, please don't leave your camp casually. "The one who came was a girl who had tied up her long hair with a clear inky color.

"I'm sorry, Atalanta." The princess hurriedly turned her horse's head and said, "Sir Lance, see you later." ”

"Goodbye." Thorge watched them leave, only to find that his lieutenant was still looking back.

"Lord Hayes," he called, and the adjutant hurriedly turned his head with some distraction, "are you infatuated with that princess?" ”

"No, no. It's absolutely impossible. Bavar said solemnly. But soon he changed his tone and whispered, "That squire of hers is more cute." ”

Sood thought to himself, young people are always like this. Thinking about it, he continued to urge the horse to hurry.

In the three days prior to this, the Farensi and Mastar had fought several times. The Fallensi army is besieging Iva, one of the most important fortresses in the Valanie Delta. Falency threw five legions into this effort, and the other side sent 160,000 men to reinforce it. None of the four Mastar legions have yet to cross the Sorena River.

The confluence of the Sorena and Retil rivers, which originate in the Bardo Mountains, forms the Valania Delta, which then flows into the Moss River, the largest river in the Mastar. On the border between France and Malaysia, which is sheltered by the Aberian Mountains, it is the only place suitable for large armies to fight. From here to the north, you can reach the rich Lampas Basin, where there is the famous commercial and winemaking city - Parello; To the south, you can face the fertile plain of Massalia, where the fields are full of golden wheat, green olives, and purple grapes.

"The Third Army guards the east, the Eighth Army guards the south, and the Fifth Army guards everything in between, and that's been the case so far." Rael Sksahar read the order to the commander of the 114th Hussar Regiment, Sogreland Luce.

It was a man with amethyst eyes, short black hair, and had just turned 20. "Our division has been sent upstream, and it is estimated that it will encounter a fierce battle."

"Speed up the march! Luce, take your group first, as fast as you can. "The one who shouted at him was the commander of the 23rd Division, Wolf Kafal. A typical Farency man, with a bear's waist and a tiger's back, and a sideways face. The present situation was, in the words of the soldiers: "The ugly crow is driving away the graceful blue bird." ”

Thorgrande raised his spear and shouted to his men to march at full speed. Soon the entire regiment disappeared from Skesahar's eyes, and Kafal turned to urge the soldiers who were about to fall behind.

Of course, Kafal was dissatisfied with Sogrend, but he was only a hairy boy who had been in charge of the flag in his own camp for two years. Overnight, he became only one class below himself, not to mention that he was a Nacisbis. Kafal has always been conceited, and he is the kind of man who believes that bravery is the first ingredient in combat. In this regard, he even looked down on his legion commander Shapur Lanfonte, believing that sooner or later he could replace the somewhat weak boss.

On the other road, Douglas Gran of the Fifth Army asked Shapoel of the Eighth Army: "What do you think of the arrangement of the commander-in-chief." ”

Shappel, who was walking side by side, replied: "Old Betsge is also helpless, it is better to let Iho Meier defend the east than to let Baili Bird go." ”

"Then why did Kafal go to guard the upper reaches of the Sorena River?"

"I'm helpless, too, but I've left my hand with him."

"Our army is really short of talents, what is the non-commissioned officer academy cultivating?" Gran complained.

"Isn't the new commander of the First Legion a good talent?"

"See how he and old Henry capture Eva, I dare to conclude."

"You're still so harsh," Shapoel said with a smile, "well, we're going to say 'goodbye,' and we're going to survive!" As he spoke, the two legions each sped up and marched in different directions.

The fog gradually lifted, and the sound of the river in Sorena could be faintly heard. Sod decided to speed up the march, he called Bavar and said: "Send a detachment of infantry and a detachment of cavalry to cross the river first." Establish positions to support until the whole army arrives. "Soon the vanguard left the large army.

The water in the upper reaches of the Sorena River is shallow, waist-deep at this time. The Mastar vanguard crossed the river with ease. Less than a thousand steps to the north shore is a grove of trees, which seems to have a long history. Further east there is a rock wall, an extension of the Bado Mountains, which is common in this area. There is only one dirt path between the rock wall and the woods, which can be carried by four horses in parallel. The cavalry commander urged the soldiers to hurry up and line up.

Soon the Pharian cavalry also arrived, "Oh no, a step late." "Someone complained.

"Commander, do you want to attack?" The Squadron Leader of the 1st Squadron asked.

"Wait, Zoffie. The whole army went into the woods and hidden. The 1st Squadron is ready for battle and will do what I command. ”

The sun had begun to shine on the earth, and the rest of the 114th Regiment had arrived. Thorgrande looked behind the Mastar, a low, broad cloud of dust coming into his sight. "Here, the first squadron is ready to play."

Soon the infantry of Mastal caught up. Although reinforcements were received, the infantry who had just crossed the river disrupted the cavalry formation, and the cavalry's vigilance was relaxed.

"One squadron, assault! The second and third squadrons are ready! At the sound of the order, 500 hussars jumped out of the woods and headed straight for each other.

The Mastars were stunned by this sudden situation, and only the commander shouted: "Attack!" Fast! Fight! ”

However, part of the infantry who were crossing the river fell into a situation where neither advance nor retreat. "Hurry across the river, you stupid geese!" The infantry captain shouted.

The two sides soon fell into a scuffle, and it seemed that a war of attrition was about to enter. Sogrend gave another order: "Second and third squadrons assault!" Fourth Squadron follow me. ”

The second wave of the shock made the Mastar people bored, "Why did you come with another team so soon?" "The numerical superiority of the Pharians, combined with the characteristic ferocity of the northern cavalry, soon collapsed the scattered formation of the Mastar. The commander didn't even shout "retreat", he turned around and ran, in fact, there was no need to shout.

As soon as they had not taken a few steps on the south bank, another group of Farency hussars flanked them. "When will the enemy come after us?" Most Mastarians would think so, but it's still more important to run for your life. The cavalry captain urged the horse to run quickly. At this moment, a knight in green clothes stopped him, and before he could draw his sword, the spear in the opponent's hand had pierced his throat. "Try not to let them go, but keep them alive." The battle soon ended in a one-sided killing.

The shoulders of Thorgrande's cyan armor were already stained with blood, "Zofie, take your people to clean up the corpse, don't block the river." Everyone, wash the blood, drink saliva, and then gather in the woods as a team, quick! There's no time to grind your teeth. ”

A few minutes later, the whole group assembled in the woods. "How's our case?" Sogrend asked.

"Nine died, 14 were slightly injured and three were disabled. The opposing side lost 483 killed, we captured 51, among them were their infantry captains. Zofie replied.

"Bring the Commander in." Thorgrande commanded.

The embarrassed enemy was escorted up, his helmet was off, his armor was not in shape, and his eyes were both frightened and surprised: "What do you want, the Falencian barbarians never let go of their captives, and I will not tell you anything." ”

"I am the commander of the cavalry of the regiment of Sharpel Ranfonte," said Thorgrande, "and is it not enough to trust you in the name of this famous general?" Hearing the name Shapur Lanfonte, the other party's doubts were dispelled. Answer: "You only need to guarantee the lives of my subordinates and mine, and I can answer your questions." ”

"I actually talked about the conditions." Zofie scolded.

Thorgrande motioned for him to shut up, and said, "Okay, I can guarantee it." Zoffie, let his soldiers go first. ”

"What?!"

"Do as I say, but keep the weapons and armor, are you okay?"

"No comment, it's good to be alive."

"Okay, I want to know the number, composition, and equipment of your army, and who is the commander?"

"We are the Ninth Legion, the number is 41,000, there are 12,000 cavalry, twenty throwers. The commander was Count Todd Reims. ”

Sogret was very satisfied with the other party's cooperative attitude and motioned for Zofie to let him go. But then a voice burst in: "Luce, what are you doing?" ”

Saugland didn't like the owner of the voice, but he just turned around and saluted and replied, "The lower officer is interrogating the captive." ”

Kafal glanced only at Sogrend, and was annoyed to see that he was unmoved. He walked straight up to the infantry captain and said scornfully, "It's a Mastar mongrel." Ryus, what are you going to do with this guy. ”

"Let him go." Sogrend replied to Kafal's inquiry with a blank face.

"Release?" Kafal's eyes looked at the infantry captain with a sneering look at the infantry captain who thought that great disaster was imminent, "You must not spare any enemy on the battlefield. "It was too late, it was too fast, and he drew his battle axe and slashed at the neck of the Mastar. Thorgrande turned to one side, dodging the splatters of blood. It's not that he can't stop it, but Kafal is clearly provoking him in the hope that he will kill himself for confronting his superiors. This kind of little trick Sogrand has long seen through, and he only put up with his nonsense because he is troublesome and focuses on the overall situation.

Kafal turned, his face full of flesh, blood reflecting a disgusting face. "The whole army rests on the spot, and the commanders come to me."

On the other hand, Sood received reports from the retreating soldiers that "the enemy has crossed the river, there are many of them, and they are still coming." Does the other side want to concentrate a legion against us? Only before the enemy can be assembled, Thord thought to himself. So, he ordered: "The whole army hastened its advance." ”

An hour later, Kafal received a report: "The enemy is approaching. He gave the order to prepare for a head-on attack and attack the opponent first.

Asksahar next to Sogrande asked: "The enemy has 40,000, and we only have 10,000, and we are bound to lose when we meet it head-on." Why don't you stop him? ”

"Do you think it will be useful?" Sogrend said coldly, "Later, when the situation is not good, retreat into the woods, and ignore him." ”