The Imperial army is like recovering a lost soul, and it is back in order. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The commander shouted: "Infantry, march, cavalry, archers, take position!"

The former prime minister shouted: "Annihilate the rebels!"

After the Imperial army calmed down, they quickly recognized the enemy's face, and the archers fired a dense burst of fire at the water's edge, and the lightly armed Randolphs suffered many casualties.

As a result, the Blue Dao Army shouted "Judge the tyrant, defeat the Silver Eagle" and retreated into the distance.

The ambush hiding in the woods also took advantage of the thick fog to disperse, and the sharp arrows rained down on the Imperial Legions. The swordsmen on either side continued to faithfully carry out the sneak attack mission.

However, the regained sanity of the Imperial army organized an orderly resistance, with plates, armor, helmets, and shields to minimize damage from bows and arrows, and infantry to spear and prevent sword-wielding enemies from attacking horses.

Under the attack of the Landauburgers, the Imperial army was almost unscathed, and the swordsmen lost dozens of losses.

Count Landau changed his strategy and retreated deeper into the jungle while aiming at the lone soldiers.

As the rebels went into hiding, their slogans grew weaker.

"Stupid local princes!" Elio gritted his teeth, as if he had forgotten the humiliating act of panicking and losing his soul. He was eager to lead his army into the small nearby territories and bulldoze all these fortresses that had been harassed by the wind.

However, he did not dare to really send troops to pursue him, for fear that the renegades would set up an ambush in the deep forest, so he could only blush and order the imperial army to leave this tidal flat as soon as possible.

"If it weren't for Lelia's stupidity, there wouldn't have been so much trouble along the way - but these princes, damn it!" the former prime minister slashed his sword across the trunk of the young tree, and a small tree fell in response: "That stupid pig in the deep valley should tie up all his vassals!"

While thinking about how to make the rebels' evil deeds public and cut off the restless tentacles of the major families after returning to the imperial capital, he moved forward in the fog angrily.

However, the team, which had just calmed down, suddenly sounded a clamor of uproar.

Elio felt only a pang of annoyance - what had gone wrong again? Immediately, the scout came to report, "The Viscount of Ershi Fort has been captured by the rebels. Just now the enemy came to sneak attack, and the viscount led a team to meet it, but he didn't expect that the target of the rebels was our lieutenant general......"

The Imperial Commander couldn't help but shout: "Useless fool, let him fend for himself!"

Hearing this, Cassel-Duna couldn't help but frown: "Prime Minister, Viscount Cato is the commander-in-chief of the Central Princes' Alliance, if his life is threatened, I am afraid that one-fifth of our troops will be out of control, and the princes loyal to the royal family will be dissatisfied." ”

"He's responsible for his stupidity!" Elio's falcon-like eyes almost burst into flames: "Let Count Greek get him back, if Greck's 1,200 men can't win even a small prince, then I don't think there is anything to fight in this war." ”

Count Grek of Blackwind is the commander-in-chief of one of the main legions of the Imperial Army.

He frowned slightly, but did not dare to resist - anyone knew that the situation was not clear now, and the number of rebels, their attack power, and who organized the rebels did not know, and letting the main force go after them was simply sending sheep into the tiger's mouth.

The ability of the former Prime Minister to command the army is as questionable as the ability of the Queen Mother Lelia to lead the country. And the character is the same rough and willful, and it really flows the same blood. It's just because the heir of a king can stand at the top of the country's power, and the imperial regime exudes an atmosphere of decay and corruption, and the Iris Dynasty seems to be really in its twilight years.

Despite his displeasure, Count Greck took the order, and he led his legions into the depths of the jungle. To prevent enemy attacks, he ordered his infantry to defend the perimeter with spears in hand, to protect the cavalry and archers, and ordered the tracks to be scouted.

Soon, the team noticed some fresh footprints in the dirt. Glick ordered the footprints to be traced forward. However, the jungle has long since returned to silence, and no one can be heard except for the chirping of insects and birds.

This sent a flustering in Glick's heart. Fortunately, these tracks did not stop along the way, giving him the only clue to follow.

What made him strange was that Viscount Cato, who had captured Ershi Fort, was only half an hour ago, and it stands to reason that the rebels should not have gone far, but now these people seem to have evaporated out of thin air, and they are no longer visible.

In the damp and dark forest, only their own breathing could be heard. The soldiers who followed Grek began to become anxious, even with the protection of their plates, neck guards, and helmets, they still felt that a monster would break their necks at any moment, their backs wet with sticky sweat, and their breathing became heavy.

Eventually, a thick layer of fallen leaves appeared in front of them, and the footprints disappeared.

As soon as the outlying infantry stepped onto the clearing, the ground suddenly sank -- a trap set by the Randolphs! Dozens of people stepped into the air and fell into the dirt pit, and the traps underneath broke their legs.

At the same time, the sound of bows and arrows suddenly sounded all around—the horses touched the mechanism, and the arrows flew out of the woods, piercing the armor of dozens of knights at a short distance. Before they could react, the Imperial cavalry was shot through the eyes, throat, mouth, and head, and fell silently from their horses.

"The ambusher is in the east!" Count Grek ordered in time: "They are as timid as rats, will the people of Blackwind be afraid?"

The Count led his army on a trail through the jungle, and soon they caught up with a squad of rebels, armed with longbows and scimitars. The archers were quickly subdued by the spearmen, while the swordsmen fought desperately with the Imperial army.

The lightly armed rebels were unable to resist the armoured warriors and were soon captured. They were dressed in old chain mail, with old weapons, and their faces were covered in mud and covered in moisture. Undaunted, however, they exclaimed, "Judge the tyrant!"

The infantry crushed the captives to the ground and pointed their swords at their necks. Count Grek hurried forward and angrily kicked them in the head with his steel boots.

"Do you know what you're talking about? any word you say is enough to cut your heads open like cheese lumps!" until his toes hurt before Glick said viciously.

"Who is your lord?" Grek tightened the neck of a rebel, the whites of the rebel's eyes turned up and his throat gurgling, but he still tried to make a sarcastic smile.

"Threats are useless, my lord...... The Viscount of Ershi Fort is like a ...... Toad like ...... Tied to a stick...... The armor was stripped naked...... He poured feces on his head. Another rebel had his head pressed against the leaves, panting and talking.

Grek was eager to chop his head off with a sword, and he managed to suppress the urge to kick the taunter's stomach pouch, causing him to consmitate.

"Where is Viscount Cato, don't force me to skin you. He had never been insulted in this way, and he felt the blood rush to the top of his head.

"Our ...... My lord...... Waiting for you in the northeast, he said...... I'm going to negotiate with you...... No, he's just telling you people who are on high...... The flames of rebellion have not been quelled. The rebel's eyes and nose were choked with leaves and mud, and he trembled and curled up in a ball, but he was not worried about his situation.

"The lowly climb the high branches, and the noble sink into the mud. With a faint breath, he said a proverb from the Lan Dao people, but unfortunately people never paid attention to this obscure little territory, so there was no way to know the origin of the rebels. (To be continued.) )