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Chapter 88

Char was in a coma for more than half an hour, and when he woke up, he was lying in a tent, his armor and coat had been removed, and his unfaithful servant, the magician Tatara, was wiping the blood from Char's body with a wet hand towel.

As soon as Char woke up, the angry expression on the magician's face immediately turned into a deferential one, and he lowered his eyebrows and smiled with a pleasing smile: "Master, do you want to eat something?" or do you want to drink some water?"

Char struggled to turn over, he felt his whole body shattered, as if he had been hit with a hammer hundreds of times, his skeleton was about to fall apart, and every muscle in his body was transmitting a feeling of pain. He snorted twice, but struggled to sit up.

Char's face showed a rare look of contemplation, he gasped slightly, and then suddenly said coldly, "Todora...... You say, how can a man become stronger?"

"Uh......" The deference on Tatara's face remained unchanged, but his heart was slanderous

"Hmm...... So, what happens when people become stronger? Will they have the heart of a strong man?"

This is Char's second question.

Luckily, Char didn't really intend to get an answer from the magician, so he was silent for a while, and then asked Tatara to pick him up and send him outside.

Carrying Char's heavy body, Dodoro's pair of small thin legs shook desperately, and when he barely managed to send Char to the Chinese army's tent, Slater was arguing fiercely with a group of other battalion officers.

As soon as Char came in, everyone fell into silence. Before he knew it, Char seemed to have established a little bit of prestige - albeit only among the junior officers in these second-tier auxiliary arms.

Today, Char showed great courage in the battle to meet the first wave of attacks of the Odin, and this is not counting, he actually challenged Hasteen on the battlefield one-on-one on the battlefield to make Hasting suffer for many years - well, although the means were a little shameless, but in the end he actually magically injured Hasteen on the battlefield!!

It's a miracle!!

Hasting, the Valkyrie of the Odin! How many years has he not been injured in a one-on-one duel on the battlefield?

Therefore, in the eyes of these low-level officers, looking at Char at this moment, it naturally feels very different.

Slater greeted him with a concerned face, and helped Char to sit down with his own hands, and the magician naturally took the opportunity to run out.

"How's it going?" said Slater frowned at Char.

"Can't die. Char smiled bitterly and looked at the people in the tent: "What are you arguing about?"

"Counter-charge. Slater's answer surprised Char a little.

"Counter-charge?"

Slater looked at the people in the tent and nodded: "We still have two hundred cavalry, what everyone means is that the next time the Odin attacks we will let the cavalry go out and counterattack, huh...... Anyway, everyone is dead, and in the end, they will kill each other, and they will also bite off a piece of Odin's flesh!"

Sure enough, it is worthy of the 13th Corps, even if it is an auxiliary battalion on the second line, it still carries the toughness and bravery of Rodria.

"No, I can't. Char shook his head vigorously, but he quickly straightened up, which gave him a headache.

“...... Why?" Slater's face was very heavy: "Anyway, we can't hold it, and in the end, it's ...... It's enough to spell one. ”

"No, it just doesn't. Char looked up, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "I think, we all made a mistake. ”

"Error?"

"Wrong!" Char nodded heavily: "Damn, Lao Tzu was wrong before, and we were all wrong." We think of Hastings as terrible! We all feel that we can't hold on, but in fact, we ignore Hasting's weakness and weakness at this moment!"

"Weakness?" the group of officers in the tent were surprised.

"Weakness!" Char nodded affirmatively: "Hasting...... He doesn't have enough troops! Not enough to take our station!"

When these words came out, everyone in the tent showed expressions of disbelief, and even Slater couldn't help but wonder if Char had injured his head in the duel with Hasting.

Insufficient troops?

Joke! Outside the wall, Hastings has tens of thousands of troops! We only have more than a thousand left!!

Char's smile was a little tired, but he grinned, "Let's think so...... Hasting's roundabout raid and crushed the 2nd and 9th Corps, what did he rely on?"

"Speed. The answer is not hard to imagine. The biggest reliance on surprise attacks is naturally speed.

"So...... What does speed represent? Cavalry!" Char exhaled, his lungs still a little uncomfortable, and his breathing was a little painful when he spoke.

After all, Slater and the others are also veterans, and they suddenly understood a little.

"He's a quick raid, so he's armed with cavalry. Char reluctantly continued: "In order to gain speed, he also had to divide his troops to attack Wildfire Town, and he also divided his forces, so he came to us with only about 10,000 troops. These should be all the power in his hands now, but ...... These are all cavalry! He has no infantry in his hands! All of them are cavalry! In the first wave of today's attack, he is attacking the city with cavalry! Dismounted cavalry! Therefore, Hastings is absolutely reluctant to spend his troops in this way. ”

Sending expensive cavalry off their horses to attack a military line in the form of infantry is a folly that no one with even the slightest military knowledge would do.

"Second question. Char rubbed his chest vigorously and tried his best to calm down: "According to the information we have, in the north, the forces of General Adric and General Ruhl are two corps, and the Odin people they face do not seem to be too strong in combat, at least not as sharp as Hasting's troops. So, let me ask you, is it possible for our generals to lose in such a balance of power?"

Of course not! Everyone in the Thirteenth Corps has almost adored Adric! And the belief in the combat effectiveness of the Thirteenth Corps is almost fanatical! As long as they don't encounter Hasting, the Thirteenth Legion has the confidence to confront any Odin Legion head-on!

Let alone...... And add an infantry corps to the Ruhr?

"So, to the north, the generals will definitely return, and now they are probably delayed by the Odin legion in the valley. But the Odin legion to the north will never really threaten our general. Once the general returned, Hastings was absolutely unwilling to let his precious field forces be wasted in siege battles. So he doesn't have enough troops! He wants to keep enough cavalry to deal with our main cavalry! No, it's not just that...... I, I even have a feeling that there is no evidence for this feeling, but I just have this feeling: it seems that Hasting, he seems to be preserving his strength, he has no intention of actually breaking through our defenses and taking this place!"

This made the people a little unbelieving.

Hastings didn't want to break through here, and the first wave of attacks today was almost unstoppable on his side!

"I can't explain that. Char scratched his head, and couldn't seem to find any suitable words to explain this subtle feeling: "You see, he only needs to launch a second wave of attacks to break us, but now...... They haven't moved yet. ”

The last sentence was a little convincing, and several officers in the tent had strange faces, and they all felt that Char's words were a bit ridiculous - Hastings would actually release water on us? Such a thing is absolutely impossible, but the reality in front of us is that Hastings did not immediately launch an attack, and with a famous general like Hasting, it is impossible not to count the strength in the village!

"It seems that he doesn't want to take this place at all. The first attack of the day, the force he put into it, although it was very difficult for us, was exactly the limit of what we could bear! It was a bit strange to say that, but I don't think it was surprising that if it were Hasting, he would have been able to do it to such an extent. ”

It was Slater who spoke, and this modest battalion officer was the only one among the officers present to lead the soldiers, and he was also the one with the highest military strategy.

"But, why?" the battalion commander of a transport battalion couldn't help but say loudly: "If you take us, you can cut off the rear road of the front-line general, and then eat our 13th Corps and General Ruhr's 6th Corps at ease, why doesn't he do such a thing?"

Char thought for a moment and spread his hands: "How the do we know? If we can guess, we'll all be Hasting." But the only thing that is certain is that he must have a reason, and besides, this reason is better than eating our 13th and 6th Corps...... More important, at least more important to him Hasting. ”

The officers in the tent began a new round of argument, trying to guess Hasting's motives with their wits.

Could it be...... So Hastings surrounded us and didn't fight?

As long as we are eliminated directly, the main force will be in a desperate situation, and what kind of "encirclement and reinforcement" will be carried out by taking off their pants and farting?

"So, I don't approve of the two hundred cavalry being released to engage in some counter-charge. I have a feeling...... The time to really come in handy has not yet come, and these two hundred cavalry may come in handy at a critical moment. Char smiled wryly.

It was still his intuition, the kind of intuition he had cultivated in the mountains and forests before danger came, which could not be explained in words or for obvious reasons.

And more importantly, in fact, Char had a guess in his heart that made him even inexplicable, but it was too unbelievable to say it, so he didn't say it.

Hastings ...... He, as if ...... What are you guarding against?

Char's thinking is not complicated, on the contrary, his way of thinking is simple and clear, born in the mountains and forests.

Hastings is preserving his strength, and he understands it very well.

So, what is the purpose of preserving strength? There are only two reasons, the first is to preserve strength against what enemy. But he obviously has a way to eat our main force, that is, to destroy our station, but he just does not fight!

Well, the second reason, usually to preserve strength, if not to deal with any enemy, then only to guard against someone!

Hasting, what is he guarding against!!

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"That Hasting, you're going to be on guard against me. ”

Ko Curan sat on the huge chair made of animal bones, and under this chair was a huge square platform, carried by twenty strong Odin wrestlers, and Ko Curran sat on the chair as steady as a rock. He propped himself on the arm of his chair with one hand, and held a small harp in the other, his fingers running as if at random on the strings, making a string of soft notes.

Around him, Odin's legions were slowly advancing, and a large number of burly and majestic Odin warriors were clustered in front and behind. The long queue dragged along the main road, and the sound of footsteps and weapons clashing mixed together......

"Hmm...... It's still the sound of the harp. Ke Kelan smiled, slowly stretched out his hand, and took a pure gold wine glass from the hand of a waiter kneeling on the high platform next to the chair, the wine glass was filled with bright red wine, he took a sip, and then knocked his forehead: "It's really difficult...... That Hastings guy will definitely be on guard against me, so he refuses to actually take the 13th Corps. He only had 10,000 cavalry, and if he really got into that Byzantine garrison, if I deliberately let Adric go back, then he would be besieged instead, hehe...... What a fun thing. Look, the pride of our Odin, the strongest celebrity, Hasting, his fate is actually decided in my hands...... Well, no, Hastings won't let that happen. Alas, I'm starting to have a headache again. ”

Listening to the noble highness's unscrupulous words about calculating Hasting, the attendant kneeling beside the chair had a pale face and trembled all over.

This is simply torturous! This highness, every time he says these great rebellious words, can he carry a little behind his back! Let us hear such words, we will be in danger of being killed and killed at any time......

Last time, I said that His Majesty has many sons, so it doesn't matter if a few die. Now he actually calculated Hasting......

Don't let people live!

Ke Curran smiled softly, as if he had noticed the pale and frightened face of the squire.

"Alas, poor fellows, you need not be afraid. Ke Curan shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't matter if you say these words, anyway, whether it's me, or Hasting, or my great and supreme father, everyone understands it very well in their hearts." He actually jumped out of his chair, pulled up the squire who was kneeling on the ground and trembled, and said with an excited smile: "Don't you understand......? This war is basically a rehearsal for the establishment of the prince and the succession! That guy Hastings is a close friend of His Royal Highness. And I'm ...... If I want to count my dear eldest brother, I have to take Hasting, but my poor little brother has died in battle, well, I confess that it was my idea to provoke him to take part in the dangerous interdiction...... Alas, speaking of which, our father is really ruthless, he knows all this, but he does not stop it. Could it be that we, the Odinite, the new emperor of each generation, have to step on the corpses and blood of our brothers and sisters to ascend to the throne?"

The squire finally collapsed!

A humble person like him really couldn't figure out why His Highness suddenly went crazy and said such absurd things to himself. Whoever hears this kind of thing should be killed! How could such a secret be heard by a person of his status? Even if he heard a single word, he would definitely be cut off immediately.

He trembled madly, and then cried out loudly: "Your Highness, please spare your life!

The gentleness on Ke Kelan's face disappeared instantly, he looked at the squire, stood up and sat back in his chair, his face was bored, and he waved his hand like a lost child: "Go down, I won't kill you." ”

After the squire had almost crawled away, Curran let out a long sigh as he pressed his fingers to the strings.

"Lonely...... Not even a single person to speak. ”

This Odin nobleman was full of loneliness.

A reindeer cavalry galloped from the front, walked to the high platform and turned over and bowed: "Your Highness, our warriors have already fought with the Byzantines......!

"What ordered?" Ke Curan yawned boredly, he raised his finger, and said nonchalantly, "Are you in a hurry to fight with the sharpest army of Byzantium? Well, if you really want to die, you are not in a hurry at this moment." ”

The reindeer cavalry froze on the spot and opened his mouth wide.

"Alright, let's get our warriors back, and there's no need to rush to catch up and fight, eh...... Let the people in front line and watch the Byzantines go away. Well, yes, that's it, line up, well, and don't forget to blow the trumpet, haha! ”

Is this Your Highness crazy?!

Looking at this cavalryman in a daze, Ke Kelan's face sank, a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes, and then he still showed a faint smile that was nothing: "Okay, the thirteenth corps, still leave us Odin's pride, Lord Hasting, go and deal with it." Our task is to drive these Byzantines like sheep to the butcher's knife of the great Lord Hasting, for him to slaughter. ”

"But, but......" The cavalry officer was obviously a little unable to understand this order.

Lined up, watched, and trumpeted?!

"Nothing, carry out the order. There was a hint of impatience on Ko Curan's face, and the cavalry officer finally ran away with a sad face.

Curran sat there, lazily leaning back in his chair and wrenching his fingers in boredom.

Well...... Hasting, you must be very depressed now, this time you know that you are going to be calculated by me, but you still have to drill into the sleeve, who made you our "Odin Valkyrie"! With such a reputation, you can only fight forward like a horse whipped by a leather whip.

So, the Thirteenth Corps still let you Hastings gnaw it, as for my military exploits...... I've already eaten one of the flag regiments of the 13th Corps. Probably enough to satisfy my great father.

Well...... Never show more than you should be able to perform. That's pretty much it......

The nobleman of Odin plucked his fingers on the strings and yawned again.

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