"Ah, that young knight as mighty as a lion, are you the noble son of the great Valkyrie Princess of Tyrilill?Are you a noble descendant of the blood of St. Midland?Dear Lord Hyde, please accept the respect of me, the humble old Mount, the little Honorary Knight of Rick Leader, the director of the Nineteenth Advance Station of the Imperial Expeditionary Force! I heard the roar of the woods and hurried to lead the cavalry to the scene, but for now it seems that you and the brave Knight Captain Loren have settled the problem, and I am ashamed that I am too slow. ”

The fat man named Mount jumped off his fur-covered mule and smiled and took off his hat to greet Hyde. He was somewhat bald, with a burn scar on the left side of his forehead that seemed to be from gunpowder. As he jumped off the mule, Hyde sensitively noticed that his left leg was a little stiff, which was different from a normal leg and may have been the cause of a wound sustained in the war.

"Your Excellency Mount, you have spoken very seriously. I have the blood of Midland and Tyrill, but now I am just an ordinary warrior in this country. Just now, Lord Loren and I encountered about twenty Chaos Beasts in the woods, killed some of them, and the rest escaped. Although they have been repulsed, we must be prepared for the possibility of a large ambush attempting to attack our station. His Excellency Loren and I are now going to inform you of this news, but I am somewhat surprised to find that you have everything ready, and it gives me some respect for your prophet. ”

Hyde also rolled over and dismounted, and bowed in salute to the smiling station director. He is a man who knows etiquette, and will not be indifferent to the courtesy of this supervisor. What's more, this fat man is obviously an old acquaintance of Grandpa Loren, and he should have fought side by side with Grandpa. The injuries on the head and legs of old Mount should be the traces left by the battle, and for such an old man who has been honed by years of war, his own elders, respect is a must.

"Ah! Your Excellency Hyde is indeed the glorious deity of the Valkyrie Mirmidia, and I am greatly admired by your courage and bravery, and flattered by your courteous words. As an old fellow with 35 years of military experience, I naturally know some skills in dealing with the enemy, which is the basic job I should do. Of course, with the current situation of the enemy unclear, I think we should go back to the camp first and then discuss these issues. ”

Hyde's polite language made the fat supervisor named Mount widen his eyes and seemed a little unexpected. But he immediately composed, smiled in response to Hyde's words, and waved his hat again in greeting the young noble knight. The musketeers beside him also took off their helmets and saluted Hyde like their fat commanders. This made Hyde a little embarrassed.

"Well, your Excellency Mount, you are right, let's go back to camp. But I didn't do anything big, so you don't have to be so polite. ”

Hyde scratched his shaggy hair and turned on his horse, but he couldn't help but speak his mind to the musketeers in front of him, he was not used to accepting the etiquette of a large number of people, and always felt a little strange.

"The noble Lord Hyde is a modest man, who, without even armour, rode into the midst of dozens of Chaos beasts alone, stabbed their leaders to death with a single charge, and slew these ugly beasts into the wilderness, and in the whole battle he killed and wounded a dozen or so Chaos beasts, a deed worthy of your respect. ”

Old Loren rode alongside the horsemen, waving his bronze hand and telling them of Hyde's deeds in a proud voice. This caused a small twitch in the ranks of the musketeers, and some people began to turn heads and ears.

"My brave lads, let us salute Lord Hyde for his bravery!"

The fat supervisor in a leather robe also mounted on his mule, he took the reins, gestured to his men, and then with his left hand pulled out the flare from his waist and fired a shot into the air, the sound of gunfire and the smell of white sulfur filling the air.

"Hail to the brave Lord Hyde!"

When the commander gave the call, the cuirass-clad musketeers saluted Hyde neatly, and then pulled out their long-barreled pistols from their waists and fired them into the air. Their voices, along with the sound of gunfire, echoed in Hyde's ears, which made Hyde's face flush a little.

The heartfelt salute of these cavalrymen was not just to follow the leader, nor was it intended to slap the sycophants of the St. Midlands. But it was because they had not only heard old Loren's description, but also clearly seen Hyde's spear and sword stained with blood and animal hair, and saw the reason for the blood stains of the enemy on his and his horses. The musketeers knew very well that the young knight, who had defeated the Chaos Beasts with only a wide-sleeved coat and had not been harmed in the slightest, was worthy of their tribute. Soldiers on the battlefield worship only the brave, and as the elder Loren said, warriors deserve the respect of warriors!

The soldiers at the gate of the camp pulled away their horses and lined up in two lines to welcome the return of the station supervisor and Hyde and others. When the group had entered the gate, they quickly pulled up the short poplar drawbridge, retracted the horses, and closed the sturdy oak gate, which was coated with thick fireproof mud and painted with runic signs. All this was done so quickly and in such an orderly manner, which shows that these guards are well-trained soldiers, and the seemingly absent-mindedness that usually seems to be a semblance of this, and when it comes to a critical moment, these soldiers immediately prove their qualities by their actions.

"The Chaos Beasts are different from the powerful Chaos Legions of the Northlands, they are low-IQ half-humans, half-beasts, without good organization and weapons. These creatures usually operate mainly in the central woods of the empire, forming chaotic herds to attack villages and towns or unsuspecting cities. But when the Chaos Storm comes, they can also be easily adopted by the Chaos Legion for their use. Judging by your descriptions, these guys may have been instructed and instigated by the Northern Chaos Army to attack our supply lines. ”

The fat director in a leather robe sat in his wooden chair, analyzing his opinion of Chaos Trail to Loren Sr. and Hyde. It was lunchtime, and he called the orderlies, set up a table and chair under a wooden watchtower in the center of the station, and set up four dishes: hot steamed goose, roast beef, sliced sausages, and fried potatoes, and brought freshly baked bread and small barrels of wine, and chatted while eating.

"Mount, judging from the fight I just had, the strength of these Chaos Beasts is average, and I easily cut down a bunch of them. But they are fast runners and can be avant-garde scouts for large forces. However, this is the southern border of Kislev, far from their active area, and most of the place is pasture, with very little woodland, and the beasts cannot hide, and their strength will not be large. Of course, the question is how our defense is, and the outcome of a war is always in our own hands. ”

Old Loren waved his bronze hand, offered his own opinion, and then drank a large glass of dark wine in one gulp, and he was indeed a little thirsty in the battle just now.

"Loren, I roughly agree with your opinion. The strength of the Chaos Beasts lies in surprise attacks, and they have a hard time attacking prepared walled positions. Although we do not belong to the same principality now, and we are not the same troops, you are my big brother for decades and my honored guest, and I can tell you all about the strength of this military station. ”

The fat supervisor named Mount took a bite of the wind goose, wiped the oil from his mouth, and continued to analyze the current situation with his guests.

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