Deloris did not hesitate, and immediately summoned a meeting of all the barons and senior officers to discuss the military.

Seeing that his eldest son had returned, Count Morol's face also looked much better, as if he was slowly coming out of his original sad mood, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. After all, the Count of Morol was the spirit of the entire army, and if something really went wrong with the latter, it would be devastating.

After saluting the Earl of Morlore and the Barons, Evan went straight to the point and informed the Count of Morlore and Deloris of the change in plans, "The Kents will retreat for the time being. It is natural for our troops to take this opportunity to remobilize reinforcements from the city of London, and at the same time prepare to occupy a favorable position and to wait for the rest of their work to completely defeat the enemy. Kent's army will be exhausted from the journey back and forth, and if it does, even if it is outnumbered, it will be a rabble, and there is nothing to worry about."

Deloris asked in surprise, "Why did the Kents withdraw their troops?" Almost all the barons in the camp looked at it, and they, like Delores, were deeply curious to find out why.

Aven smiled, and didn't hide anything, "I deceived the Kents that Lord Earl had sent an emissary to contact the Sussexes to discuss an attack on Kent. Naturally, the Kents were frightened and hastily withdrew their troops back to the defense. When they know that they have been deceived, they will naturally be full of anger and prone to mistakes."

"But even so, the Kents don't need to retreat with their whole army, isn't it true that the Kents didn't have any troops left in Kent this time?" Count Morol, who was sitting at the top, suddenly asked.

Deloris looked at her father beside her in surprise, and her joy was palpable.

"Lord Earl, this time the Kents have done their best to prevent them from being defeated by their subordinates by trickery. Not only did they mobilize an army of five or six hundred men, but the King of Kent personally supervised the battle, so I don't think there would be many soldiers in Kent who could fight."

Aven's words exploded in the tent, and many barons stood up in shock, their faces full of disbelief.

"I see, no wonder the enemy's combat power is higher than ours." Compared to the shock of the barons, the Count of Morloll did not show much mood swings, as if he did not take the Kents seriously. This frustrated the barons, who spoke to the Count of Morlor.

"Lord Earl, the Kingdom of Kent is far from being able to resist one of our counties, so we should ask His Majesty for help."

"Your Excellency, it is better to inform His Majesty the King, otherwise it will be difficult for us to answer when we ask in the future."

In the face of the barons' advice, the Count of Morol said flatly, "His Majesty the King is under a lot of pressure, not only to guard against the Kingdom of East Angloria, but also to face the Kingdom of Mercia. This kind of thing that we can handle does not need to disturb His Majesty, and we cannot count on His Majesty's support every time we fight. When the war is over, send someone to it."

The barons bowed their heads in silence, and one by one sat down again. Evan sighed, was there anything wrong with the barons' reaction, there was actually nothing wrong. As long as it is a normal person, when he hears that the enemy's whole country is coming to fight a decisive battle, his first reaction will be to seek rescue.

But the problem is that the Kingdom of Essex is too weak, with a total of two counties of land, surrounded by hostile countries on three sides, and even more importantly, guarding the mouth of the Thames River, which is completely a piece of fat. As long as the losses in one battle are too great, perhaps the other neighboring countries will show their fierce fangs, hoping to bite off a piece of meat from the kingdom of Essex.

"Instead of counting on His Majesty's support, we should improve our own strength, otherwise even if His Majesty the King sends reinforcements, we will not be able to hold out until the reinforcements arrive."

Count Morloll looked at Evan in the middle, and changed the topic at the right time, so as not to dampen the confidence of his subordinates, "Evan did a good job this time. Let's all hear about it."

"Yes, I ......" As soon as Evan spoke, before he could finish his sentence, he heard a commotion outside the tent. The Count of Morlore gave a look, and his own close soldiers went out to check on the situation.

Soon the soldier came in and reported, "Lord Earl, it's Lord Seth who wants to come in to see you, and he said......" The soldier glanced at Aven and didn't continue.

"What did my brother say?" Deloris chuckled in her heart, and looking at the soldier's reaction, she knew that it must have something to do with Aven. She immediately became nervous, it was a critical time for the war, and she hoped that Seth would not make a big deal.

"Mistress Seth said...... It is said that Lord Evan had a good conversation with the Kents, and he also told us all about the situation and battle plan of our army, and he was a traitor to the territory. He's going to confront Lord Aven and expose his hypocrisy." After the soldier finished speaking, he immediately retreated, not daring to stay in the tent for a second longer, for fear that any adult would be angry and harm the fish in the pond.

"!" Deloris scolded angrily, and she looked at Count Morol with some concern, for fear that her father would become suspicious because of this. The army is outside, and the generals are not compatible, which is not a good situation.

Several of the domain barons looked at each other, and Ellus immediately stood up, wanting to explain for Aven, but someone was faster than him, "Lord Earl, this is definitely not true, please consider it carefully." Evan glanced at it, and it was Baron Parras who spoke first. Hmph, he snorted coldly, knowing that the other party was not doing this for the sake of justice, but just wanted to establish a good image in front of everyone and facilitate his future work.

"Lord Earl, our family has always been loyal to your territory, and we will never betray you." Erlus half-knelt on the ground and said in a deep voice.

"Father, Ivan's dedication has been all the way, how can I ......," Deloris also said softly.

"Don't talk about it, I'll just take a look. You continue to deliberate on the next steps, and report back to me when you have the results. Delores, it's up to you to command the rest of the action, and you can do what you have to do." With that, Count Morloll got up and walked slowly to the camp gate, and as he passed by Evan, he raised his left hand and patted him heavily on the latter's shoulder, letting out a sigh.

As soon as Count Morlore walked out of the tent, Deloris immediately walked up to Evan and wanted to apologize to him. Aven was quick and immediately grabbed Delores, shook his head slightly, and asked her to return to the throne.

Deloris looked at the young man in front of her, her immature face mixed with mature temperament, and her clear eyes were full of wisdom.

After a long time, Deloris turned back to her seat and continued to discuss a specific strategy for retreating, but everyone could sense that she was somewhat absent-minded.

Evan naturally knew what Deloris was thinking, but he wouldn't take the initiative to poke it, and as for the strategy of retreating from the enemy, he already had a complete idea in his heart. As soon as Evan got up, the conversation in the tent stopped, and all eyes were on him. Aven slowly walked over to the first place where the Earl was seated, took out a piece of parchment from the table, took out a quill, and began to write and draw on the paper.

Out of curiosity, the barons gathered around to see what Evan could write. Deloris also looked at Evan curiously, not knowing what kind of method this young man could have this time. After a while, Evan put down his pen, checked his sentences, and returned to his seat.

"Aven, just tell everyone about it." Deloris smiled and relieved the barons who were unreadable.

"The enemy army is running back and forth, and the march is tiring. Our army is stationed in a stable position and recuperates. As long as the enemy is deployed on the road through which the enemy must pass, the enemy cannot rest and can only storm our positions. A tired army, exhausted and demoralized, with a few skill, will surely be able to defeat the Kents many times my size, so that the nations will not dare to invade us in a short time." Evan said casually.

"I wonder what Knight Evan wants to do?" A baron asked.

"Before two armies fight, they tend to shoot arrows first. However, the enemy army is extremely tired, and in order to rest as soon as possible, it is inevitable that they will muster up the courage to attack our army. If our army shoots the enemy with a weak bow and short crossbow first, it will give the enemy the illusion that our bow and crossbow are not good and cannot cause effective damage. At that time, it is entirely possible for the enemy to relax his vigilance and charge in a dense formation, and when he is close enough, our troops will use strong bows and crossbows to shoot at the enemy in a volley, which can cause a large number of casualties in a short time. Enemy soldiers will soon lose the will to fight."

"But what should we do if the Kents choose to scatter and surround us? In this way, the effectiveness of the bow and crossbow will be greatly reduced, and once we get into a bitter battle, the problem of our numerical disadvantage will be exposed, and we will eventually be defeated." The baron asked.

"There's a way to do it, and the Baron doesn't need to worry about it. War is not a game where the two sides are in line with each other, but I still need a little time to test my ideas, so I won't explain it to the Baron." Evan said calmly.

The baron hesitated for a moment, and did not continue to ask Evan, after all, from the previous experience, he could do what he said, there was no need to stumble on a question, in case the relationship between the two sides was destroyed, the cart would be turned upside down, and if you think about it, you will know whether Count Morol will help himself or the young man in front of him.

Delores scanned the crowd, and seeing that no one had any more questions, she put away the paper that Evan had written, so that she could report it to the Count of Morloll later.

When the barons left, Delores took out the paper again and asked softly, "Aven, can you help me explain what you are drawing?" I can understand some of it, but I can't fully understand it."

Evan nodded, took out a stick from the fire that had not yet burned at the back, and used the charcoal from the previous section to draw on the ground of the tent.

"The border between Kent and Middlesex is not wide, there are only a few roads, and they are all small roads. We could have waited for the Kentish to retreat in a panic this time, and then follow them to see which path they were taking. Then set up a formation not far from the intersection of the small road. So the enemy is a vertical line, and when we are engaged, we control most of the crossings, so in reality there is not much room for the Kentish."

"Not having enough space to deploy an army means that the enemy has to rush forward. Even if it's crammed together, there's no way because there's no more space for them to unfold. The place where the line is drawn in the diagram is our defensive line, and as you should see, our formation is thick on both sides and weak in the middle, and the reason why this formation is adopted is to match our crossbowmen. When the enemy sees that there are few people in the middle of our formation, they will rush directly to the middle position, so that the enemy is more concentrated, and the formation will inevitably be more chaotic."

"At this time, Miss Delores gave an order, and our crossbowmen shot arrows desperately, how many casualties could that cause? Even the newest crossbowmen don't have to worry about missing the enemy." Evan pointed to the restored formation on the ground and continued to explain to Delores.

"In front of our infantry, I will ask the soldiers to set up stakes. The stakes, half a man high, are firmly planted in the ground and sharpened at the tops. It can not only guard against the cavalry of the Kents, but also greatly reduce the range of our close contact with the Kents, so that we can concentrate our limited forces more and obtain better defensive results."

"In this battle, the cavalry did not need to chase and escape, and the dense jungle in the trail was not conducive to cavalry combat. Therefore, all cavalry had to dismount and fight on foot, defending the line with the infantry, creating more time and opportunity for the crossbowmen to shoot the enemy. As the enemy's battle losses continue to rise, the infantry lines on both sides of us can gradually advance slowly from the interval of the stake wall to the trail junction, and once the trail junction is completely sealed, then the enemy will be unable to fly."

The more Deloris listened, the more frightened she became, if she followed Aven's thoughts, this battle would most likely turn into a war of annihilation. From Aven's dictation alone, she had heard many words that she had never heard before, and some of the ideas were even unimaginable.

"Evan, how did you know this, did anyone teach you?" Deloris subconsciously asked. Just the moment she exited, she regretted it, this kind of thing was originally secret, and it was very rude to ask rashly.

"I'm sorry, Aven. I didn't have any other thoughts, I just asked subconsciously."

Evan smiled and said meaningfully, "Orient, Miss Delores. The Orient is home to countless ancient and unimaginable wisdoms that we should learn from and learn from." After saying that, Evan got up and said goodbye, went back to rest, and prepared for the big battle that followed.

"Oriental?" Deloris asked softly, quizzically.

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