The surrounding soldiers and junior officers chatted as they worked, and their words showed no hope for the future.

In previous battles, the cathars suffered setbacks, and the soldiers complained about the decisions of their superiors, believing that their lives were not respected at all, and that only the most devout believers could never complain.

Due to the strong style of the Valstad Imperial Army, especially the elite Imperial Guard, it is simply a group of bloodthirsty maniacs, even the monsters feel fear, and the ordinary soldiers are even more discolored.

"Hey, man, have you ever heard of the name of the princess?" Said a corporal.

The people next to him were interested:

"Of course I know, it is said that this person has inherited the blood of a demigod, is tall and strong, has silver hair and purple eyes, and has the best appearance in the world, but his style is ruthless and abnormal.

It is said that this little girl can cut four coconuts with a knife, the action is as fast as a rabbit, the strength is comparable to a bull, the grapevine, she is actually a man, secretly shaving, standing to pee. ”

"I heard that the little lady was like a lioness, her eyes shining in the night, her teeth sticking out like the saber-toothed tigers of old, eating the flesh of living people, and eating so much that she could chew even her bones."

Hearing these absurd rumors, Alain couldn't help but laugh loudly:

"Haha, the more it spreads, the more evil it becomes! It's ridiculous! I'll be able to make you a better one right now.

Dressed up to 100 feet tall, she is an ancient titan god with six arms, a lightning bolt from her mouth that can scorch people, and a fart that can blow away the sand of the entire desert. ”

This is obviously a satire on the ignorance of the people,

The people were far away from Alain with shovels:

"This cheating villain always thinks he is smart, don't pay attention to him!"

(Hmph, you ignore it, anyway, they are all a bunch of hopeless stupid people, and Uncle Ben is not uncommon.) ）

finally stayed up until lunchtime, but Alain was extremely disappointed,

Due to the severe lack of supplies, each person was given only half a bowl of cold gruel, a slice of hard black bread, and a small slice of salt to taste.

(This is for people?) And the amount is too small, no, Lao Tzu has to find a way, if he can't eat, he has the strength to escape. ）

Alain began to think crookedly again, and he wandered around with his bowl in his hand, and soon found that the officers' meals were much better than those of the soldiers, with bacon, lettuce, cheese, and jam...... The bread slices were also fluffy and not mixed with sawdust, and the officers made sandwiches with their own choice of ingredients.

(How do you get your hands on the delicious food?) ）

Alain pondered, and finally waited for the opportunity,

A female logistics soldier drank dirty water, felt a sharp pain in her stomach, and ran into the bushes on the side of the road to facilitate it, and Alain shouted:

"Catch her, someone is running away! Right here! ”

"Where's the deserter?" The Overseer quickly arrived, and one of them dismounted and pulled the handy female soldier out of the bushes, and the scene was so humorous and amusing that everyone was amused.

"What are you doing? I have an upset stomach! Can't you? ”

"Uh...... I'm sorry, I thought you were going to run away, but what about the rumor-monger just now? Come out to Lao Tzu! ”

The female soldier scolded angrily while wearing a belt: "The boy of the overseer team! Don't think you're powerful, the old lady is a good friend of the priest, and we're not done with this! ”

"Stinky girls, do you think it's only you?"

"Come and fight, the old lady is not afraid of you!"

The two sides disagreed, tore and fought on the ground, dragged their hair again, kicked the stalls again, and the scene was chaotic.

The officers and soldiers were all whistling to see the excitement, and Alain took advantage of the chaos to go to the officers' dining room, stole a plate of bacon and two pieces of cheese and stuffed them into a ragged canvas bag, and then hid under the wagon, and watched the farce he had made, and feasted to his heart's content.

The big war is coming, the patrols of the Warlords are more frequent, and new deserters are killed every half an hour, but Alan is not in a hurry, he has patience, and it is a big deal to run after the battle.

The cathars marched to a relatively flat land, and the scouts finally caught the enemy's movements, the main force of the opposing side was gathering nearby, and the commander ordered the troops to form a formation and be ready to meet it at any time.

The Valstads' heavy artillery fired tentative fire from a long distance, causing no casualties, as if to show off the number of shells they had.

The cooperation of the coalition forces is extremely tacit and shows a very high military quality.

Kingdom infantry marched into two nearby villages, heavily armored Imperial pikemen lined up in dense formations to guard the main routes, and light infantry and snipers hid in the bushes or climbed trees.

The light cavalry circled back and forth along the sides of the valley, and the hoplites were nowhere to be seen, presumably hiding behind the hillside with other reserves, ready to attack or support.

Looking at the cathar army's side again, it's a mess of porridge,

The marching army was in disarray, the officers were arguing, the costumes were colorful, the soldiers looked tired, and the military looked sluggish.

Even the mules were boiled and eaten, the artillerymen had to pull the heavy artillery with manpower, everything was terrible, even the music played by the musicians was out of tune, like a mourning for the end.

Alan thought: (It's too disparity, this will be a massacre, the Dark Sect obviously wants to sacrifice the troops to buy time for himself, but these pious fools can't see through it, and they still think about going to heaven after dying in battle, Lao Tzu is not stupid, and he will never be cannon fodder to die.) ）

A priest assistant priest, who was known for his loud voice, shouted towards Alain's company:

"Catholics! Our enemies are well-armed, well-trained, and all of them are strong, bloodthirsty barbarians. But none of this is anything, because we are protected by the true God!

With three times as many Apostles summoned in this battle, they will crush the bones of the enemy, and the Cult of Soskaya will turn defeat into victory! ”

The soldiers shouted to the twelve-pointed flag: "Long live the Soskaya Voodoo Cult!" Long live Lord Diamund! ”

Alan also waved his fist and shouted, for a long time, his acting skills have been as pure as fire, and he is pious on the outside, but he thinks in his heart:

(A bunch of hopeless fools!) Brainwashed casually! ）

As they shouted slogans, several officers suddenly fell in the crowd, and then they heard gunshots from the trees in the distance, and a large cloud of smoke from the burning of gunpowder rose.

"Be careful! Enemy sniper! ”

The crowd was in a mess,

The soldiers who had sworn that they were not afraid of death just now were all frightened and panicked, and in order to ensure 100% safety, Alan hid directly in the baggage cart and lay on the straw very comfortably.

The attack was the epitome of the coalition's tactical reform, which was to launch a continuous stream of small-scale attacks before the start of a major campaign.

Snipers used the terrain to accurately snipe the apologetic officers in the mountain streams, and ran away after killing people, and the sappers buried powder kegs on the side of the road to blow up the entire column of soldiers into the sky, and also arranged hundreds of traps under the fallen leaves.

Even in the middle of the night, a black-clad Imperial agent sneaks into the tent by moonlight, steals the Cathar's intelligence documents, poisons the sink before leaving, and slits the throats of a few unlucky people with a dagger.

This sneak attack demonstrates the terrifying precision of the Imperial snipers,

The precision rifled rifles that can accurately hit the officers in the crowd at such a distance must have been improved, and it is rumored that the Imperial Prime Minister, Marquis Dali Einfurt, is the greatest inventor in the world.

The cathars rely on the sorcery of otherworldly gods, and the Imperial army is blessed with the power of science, and the future seems to be even more bleak.

Looking at the corpses of the officers who had been sniped with precision, Alain knew he couldn't wait any longer and began to put his escape plan on the agenda.