"Your Highness, we have arrived. This is Northca. ”

Turas, the commander of the artillery of the Imperial Ivey, reported to the minor lord Seedorf.

The bay they docked in was called Sawtooth Bay, where the cold winds were raging, and the icy waters were eerily dark blue and bottomless. The cliffs are steep and smooth, as if they had been split by a giant's great axe, and they stretch vertically upward, towering and majestic. On both sides of the fjord, there are lush pine forests. In early summer, when the Norsca Peninsula is close to the southern coastline and everything grows, it is a rare landing opportunity of the year.

The little lord Seedorf Lightdorf jumped out of the boat and took a deep breath of the local air. The icy cold breath is inhaled into the lungs, refreshing and refreshing. Like his soldiers, Seedorf was scrappy and confident. His father, Marius, prepared this fleet for him, as well as this legion, from the three provinces of the empire. There were knights and artillery units of the native Ivey Leader, an infantry regiment led by Midden, and a crossbow archer regiment and spear regiment led by Steele.

The purpose of their trip was so clear: to eradicate the enemies they saw in Nosca, and then return triumphantly with their exploits. At that time, the father will give him a larger domain.

They were reasonably convinced that it would be a beautiful and epic victory. The Legion was in high spirits, and the Norscans had already fled inland like rats with their heads in their arms. They must have feared the power of the Imperial Legion. Seedorf was so convinced.

"Your Highness, it looks like the terrain is pretty good here......"

"Yes, let's camp here. We're going to build a makeshift camp here and tow all the boats into the harbor. The artillery was unloaded and placed around the camp as a defensive weapon. Turas, we're going to be here for a while, not two or three weeks, maybe two or three months. We are going to destroy at least twenty villages and towns of the Norscan barbarians. Returned triumphantly with the spoils of war. ”

Seedorf said confidently, and the cold wind gently brushed his slightly immature face, showing an unnatural crimson.

A large amount of timber was needed to build the camp, and on that day, a large number of soldiers were sent to the surrounding woods to cut down pine trees. Others are responsible for patrolling and guarding. A small group of cavalry was sent out to reconnoitre, collecting map information. They had a map of the south bank of Norsca, but that was the old map from ten years ago. Neither Seedorf nor his legion commanders could guarantee that the continent had changed in the past ten years.

After all, the Norscans are not like the Imperials, they live by plundering, and wherever there are resources, they rush there. Including chasing the herds of beasts, chasing the schools of fish. Last year it was a town, but this year it may be deserted. Seedorf knew that in order to achieve victory, the enemy must first be found.

The work went very well, and three days later, the temporary camp on the coast was built. At the same time, the reconnaissance cavalry, who was responsible for gathering intelligence, also returned to the camp, providing a large amount of map information.

"The terrain has basically not changed, however, the villages are deserted...... It looks like it was artificially hollowed out. ”

The Recon Cavalry Captain reported.

"It's normal, the Empire's strong ships and cannons have arrived, and this group of barbarians has already fled when they saw it. Continue to scout and expand the scope of your search. ”

Seedorf ordered.

"Your Highness, I have an idea, I don't know whether to talk about it. ”

Artillery commander Turas had a serious face. Having fought on the land of the Empire for many years, he knows that war is never easy.

"Say it. ”

Seedorf said.

"That Lord of Kislev, he has a colony on the south bank of Norsca, near the Troll Country, where there are Gnoscan activities, I wonder, should we send some locals to come and act as a guide, tell us what to pay attention to when we go deep into this land?"

"The one you said was called Rod Lawn?"

Seedorf, who was immersed in the study of the map, looked up and asked.

"Yes......"

"You believe a barbarian?"

"He's Mrs. Keithrie......"

"It's about the same as a barbarian, as my father said. ”

After Seedorf finished speaking, he immersed himself in his own map research. He hung up the map and placed it in the center of the tent. so that he can study it every day, as if he could find traces of the barbarians by concentrating on this map.

Commander Turas was silent, Seedorf's special status prevented him from making much of a rebuttal, and he was the only son of Ivey's Chosen Emperor Marius. This trip to Noscar is entirely for this young man to make a contribution. It is well known how much Marius doted on his only son.

......

They searched and patrolled the inaccessible continent. For several days, the troops sent out found only a few deserted villages. They caught a few hunters hunting, but the rude hunters, who could not even speak a lingua franca, were irascible and savage, shouting and spitting at the interrogating soldiers. Seedorf had only the men to kill them, and their bodies were stuck in spears and hung in the moor. Wait for their kind to collect the corpses, and then take the opportunity to find their lair.

However, for several days, not a single Norscan was seen to collect the body. The entire tribe seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. Only wolves came smelling flesh and blood, and gnawed the carcasses off the wooden poles.

After a week, the coastline is still calm, and every day, fishing boats return with a full load, bringing fresh fish from the deep sea ashore to the camp where the cooks can cook it. Yes, everything is so smooth and calm. But Seedorf did not like this calm, he came here to make a career, not to go on vacation.

The calmer the coast, the more dissatisfied he became.

After a night of deep thought, Seedorf decided to send more men to search the interior. Finally, two days later, the scouts delivered the exciting news that about twenty kilometers from the coastline, there was a Norscan town, which seemed to be alive and alive, numbering in the hundreds.

There was no news to make Seedorf so excited, he almost jumped up from his bed, "Send the Fifth Legion, and set off early tomorrow morning!"

"No, no, let's go now. ”

"Fifth Legion...... All of them, Your Highness?"

"Yes, all! Now, let's go!"

Turas looked confused, this time to the north, the coalition army of the three provinces of the empire was a full 20,000 people. With the addition of logistics personnel, the total is close to thirty thousand. And the Fifth Army Corps, as the backbone, had a staffing of up to 8,000. Such a large army was sent out en masse in order to eradicate a small town with only a few hundred people? Perhaps the intelligence was wrong, and the actual population was much larger. But no matter what, it won't be ...... But the other party is superior, and as a soldier, Turas can only obey.