............ After a short but long expedition at the end of the Battle of the Twin Towers, the Battleflag Legion has finally arrived at its destination, a garrison at the northern foot of the Iron Cliff Mountain, where it will resist the approaching army of 300,000 barbarians, probably the largest in three hundred years.

And I, Pierre Goodwin, Lord Edward Witwood's attendant, naturally followed the Banner Legion to the barracks of His Royal Highness the Duke of Hantu City, ready to participate in this battle. But His Highness didn't seem to be completely sure of victory, for just a few days before we arrived, the Feather Legion, one of the five most elite legions in the entire Vast Lands, had been wiped out in the battle against the Blue Wolf Clan.

This unprecedented defeat not only discouraged the morale of the army, but even made His Highness feel relieved - forgive me for using such words to describe a noble duke, or even a future king. I swear in the name of the Radiant Cross that he simply fears that this war will be pointless, and that it will cost the entire city of Hantu even more.

So, after a heated discussion, the thoughtful Highness Anson Markellus regained his confidence and decided to fight a decisive battle against the Blue Wolf Clan at the northern foot of the Iron Cliff Mountain—a battle of unprecedented strength, perhaps lasting a month or two, with countless heroes and knights dying and thousands of people buried in the land.

But it was all worth it—for knights as noble as Lord Edward Witwood were not fighting for glory, gold, and titles, but for the rich granges and stable lives of thousands of ordinary Turinese in Hamtu. We have to win this battle. And it's sure to win.

The kingdom of Turin blessed by the Radiant Cross. It will never be lost to a group of barbarians who believe in evil devils, just as the night cannot defeat the dawn, just as the moon can never hide the light of the sun - when 300,000 barbarians are sent to hell, the whole land will usher in an unprecedented period of peace.

"As long as we can win, but can we really win......" sighed and threw down the quill in his hand, and walked out of his tent with a tired face, looking at the still heavily guarded Central Military Tent with a hint of apprehension, as the son of an attendant and a merchant. Little Goodwin certainly didn't have the right to walk in, but that didn't mean he didn't know how dangerous the situation was.

Little Goodwin couldn't help but touch his neck at the thought of this, and an inconspicuous scar stretched from the place of his collarbone to his shoulder—it was left on him by a barbarian warrior riding a blood wolf when the barbarian warriors rebelled.

Even though it was only once, the ferocity of the Blood Wolf Cavalry still left a deep impression on little Goodwin. In the Twin Towers Fortress, he had seen with his own eyes what a terrible scene of 50,000 troops was, and the surging crowd seemed to be able to drown the entire castle in an instant!

This time, there were 300,000 enemies, including fierce blood wolf cavalry, trolls capable of breaking through the walls, and rumored to be breeding monsters like fangs.

Can we really win...... With deep apprehension. Little Goodwin withdrew his gaze and turned and walked back to his tent. I picked up the quill again.

At this time, Edward in the military tent was in the water, looking at the terrain marked on the sand table - he was a little surprised when he saw it, but he understood it after thinking about Angela, the little maid, and some sissy silver-haired wizard.

Although it can't be compared with Dominica, the status of the wizards' guilds in the Kingdom of Turin is still impossible to ignore - even if they have been suppressed by the church for three hundred years, they still have a place, and they do their best to reflect their own value and sense of existence, such as ignition agent, which is far better than fire oil, the only drawback is the price and precision of the manufacturing process, which must be completed by a good alchemist.

There's a lot of potential here...... From the first time he learned about the igniter from Marco Tasker, Edward couldn't help but think of something he had "seen before", something more powerful and destructive, a weapon that could turn a castle into a fiery hell and raze it to ruins in an instant.

But soon he had to give up - although Fort Hague was also rich, it was nowhere near as good as the Minestrians' Seahorse Harbor and Turin City, and Edward did not have enough manpower to help him set up an alchemist's laboratory, and the equally rare materials were expensive. It is possible to make a hidden weapon like a Hidden Blade or a knight's sword, but it would be hundreds or thousands of pounds, which is absolutely astronomical.

But Greene Turn, who had never paid much attention to these things, kept scanning the sand table with solemn eyes back and forth at the location of the Iron Cliff on the sand table, as if trying to find something he had missed.

"How many barbarians are there in the Blue Wolf Clan?"

"Three hundred thousand. Green, who heard Edward's question, replied almost without thinking, and then looked at him with a frown: "Why are you asking this?"

"And how many fighters do they have that can go to war?"

"I don't know, but certainly more than a hundred thousand, close to a hundred and fifty thousand, or more—there are very few old men among the barbarians, and their women will likewise take up spears and shields and go into battle, if necessary. What exactly are you trying to say?"

"It's very simple, how can such a huge force be put into a battlefield?" Edward seemed to be talking to himself: "If I knew that the army of Hantu City would definitely build a defensive line at the northern foot of the Iron Cliff Mountain, of course I would not put all my troops into it, it would just be a waste of my hole cards." ”

"Since even I want it, so will the great chief of the Blue Wolf Clan—he will divide his forces, or even attack on three sides, so that we will be too busy to fight on our own, and we will not even have a chance to meet each other. As he spoke, Edward got up from his chair and walked to the front of the sand table and pointed to the position of the Iron Cliff: "Even if it's just to avoid this, we're going to keep the battle line as short as possible. ”

"That's easy!" Green smiled bitterly, "how to shorten it - the enemy is about to hit the door." ”

"Of course, there are only two ways - the safest is to continue to retreat in great strides, to give way to the whole Iron Cliff Mountain, and we will go to the southeast corner to organize our defenses. As he spoke, looking at Green's darkening expression, Edward himself couldn't help but smile: "Of course, not to mention this will make me myself, and more importantly, let His Highness Anson, who is determined not to retreat, slap himself, and also lose the terrain advantage of the Iron Cliff Mountain, and we have almost no chance when we are inferior in numbers on the plain." ”

"If you know it, you shouldn't say it. Looking at the helpless expression of the black-haired knight, Green could only let out a long sigh: "What about the other way?"

"The other one, then we have to attack. Edward smiled slightly, and moved his right hand lightly on the sand table: "Push the battle line forward, let the enemy lose time to think, and then ......"

Before he could continue, the little prince Anson outside the tent had already walked in, and the two of them had to stop and bow respectfully to His Royal Highness the Prince: "Salute you, Your Highness Anson." ”

"Let's not talk about it yet, we have guests. Anson sneered with a little disdain on his face: "The messenger of the so-called 'Great Chief of the Blue Wolf Clan' claims to end this war, and as long as we leave the Iron Cliff Mountain, he is willing to withdraw his troops." ”

"Even a fool can't believe that. Greene Turn's laughed, "But just right - we need peace now, a brief peace, enough time for the army!"

"Then let us go and meet this guest, my knights. Anson's face was full of pride: "Let them see what the knights of Turin are like!" (To be continued.) )