As for the final direction of this war, it is difficult for him to grasp it now, and what he can control is only limited to the battlefield, and the entanglement and confrontation of forces outside the battlefield is the biggest variable. There are too many factors involved in a war, and it is simply not a second-order wisdom that can fully cover statistics.

Whenever this happens, Richard often thinks of a sentence that Helen Su said to him when he was in Deep Blue, "A lot of times, strain is more important than planning." ”

The fighters who returned to the makeshift camp returned to their respective groups in an orderly manner, and the wounded would go to two fallen priests for treatment. Although the young Hisoka has only been following Quicksand for less than half a month, he is now a second-level priest and can cast a treatment for minor injuries. It's the kind of character that can be ignored, but can't be ignored.

Richard walked to the center of the makeshift camp and said in a deep voice, "Now all rest and leave early tomorrow morning!"

Camped and rested ten kilometers away, Richard's courage could be called arrogance. However, as he expected, Viscount Sim was in no mood to pursue the enemy at the moment.

Since the strict vigilance has not been able to prevent a night attack, it is not a good idea to pursue it at night, especially during the day, the rugged and rugged mountain terrain has left a deep impression on Viscount Chim, if there is no guide who is familiar with the terrain, it is likely that he did not see the shadow of the enemy, and was first broken and bleeding by the pit on the slope of the hill.

And now the night has brought a lot of shadows to Viscount Sim, he will never lead troops to pursue, and he is also worried that after sending the pursuers, the empty camp will give Richard an opportunity to take advantage of it, and really threaten him. Chim still didn't believe that Richard dared to kill him, so he didn't even dare to get disabled. But if this bold knight does something else, such as letting some girl get on him, borrowing some blood and flesh and blood, it is very likely, then he will lose a lot. This kind of thing is not without precedent.

But Sim thought about it, if Richard sent the girl with amber eyebrows, then he would be at a loss. And then Chim went back into trouble, so what to do after that? It would be an insult to the noble unicorn to keep his blood in the lineage of that damn pioneer knight.

At this moment, the viscount was still immersed in a state of panic and anger, and his mind was full of all kinds of strange thoughts jumping around, and he did not feel sleepy at all.

He walked up and down in the tent, scolding what he saw, what he saw, what he had seen, what he had heard, and what he had heard. At times, he was in high spirits, preparing to have a dignified duel with this group of hillbillies under Richard's castle, so that he could have a good look at the style of the knights of the kingdom, and by the way, he would be taught a siege battle.

It's just that the viscount seems to have forgotten about it, because of his strong interference, Baron Fontaine has completely fallen to his side, so Richard's castle has not even dug a foundation pit now. In addition, even if he didn't interfere, in just half a month, it would only be enough to lay a foundation, which would take into account the role of Richard, the great magician.

The people who followed the Viscount on the expedition were his old subordinates for many years, and they naturally had a deep understanding of the Viscount's temper. The general only superficially made all kinds of timely statements with the Viscount's joys and sorrows, but he did not pay attention to it at all, he knew that it would only take these few hours to delay, and by tomorrow dawn the Viscount would be back to normal, and the command of the army would be returned to him. Of course, the general direction still needs to be determined by the viscount.

After the night attack, the next day's march was much more cautious. Although Richard showed great combat effectiveness in the night attack, it is undeniable that Richard's troops were indeed small. This has already been proven by Baron Fontaine.

On the march, at two o'clock in the afternoon, the Viscount's army arrived at the area where Richard had planned to build the castle, and then Viscount Chim looked at the mess of the construction site and the empty makeshift camp with a grim face.

The camp was rudimentary, improvised with planks and tarpaulin, with only a small two-story wooden building that looked like a little bit. But the castle's site was now a mess of uncut stones and a shallow pit of earth that had not even had time to be nailed.

After a moment of silence, the viscount really began to burst out: "What about that Richard? Where has he gone, isn't this his territory, his castle, a place he needs to protect with honor and life?"

It's just a dirt pit, not a castle at all. Many people whispered it in their hearts, but no one dared to say it.

"Is this Richard!, is he still a nobleman!?" The first reaction of many to the Viscount's question was that the Viscount had contemptuously said a few days ago that he was a knight, so that even a new knight who had not gone through at least two generations of inheritance was not a nobleman. But Chim himself would not remember what he had said, at least for a moment at this time, so he pointed to the empty makeshift camp and roared: "Burn this place to me, burn it to the ground!"

Immediately soldiers swarmed out, and in an instant a raging fire broke out and engulfed the makeshift camp. But this camp is only a little more complete than a normal marching camp, and there is really not much difference between burning and not burning. Richard's castle was just a dirt pit, and Viscount Sim couldn't tear it down even if he wanted to, and the sparse fire in front of him really couldn't calm the Viscount's anger.

"And the people!, come on, get me all the people in his territory!" Viscount Chim roared and gave a new order. But this time, not only the general, but even the captain of the guard did not move.

As the general ran to the soldiers who were lighting a fire and trying to set the stone pile on fire, the captain of the guard finally approached the viscount, lowered his voice, and said, "My lord, Richard's territory is a poor mountain and water, and there are not many people at all. If we go to capture those untouchables whose lives are worthless, we will inevitably divide our troops. Once that cunning Richard ......"

There was no need to say any more, and Viscount Chim also knew the common sense that he could not divide his troops casually, especially after Richard's crisp night attack, Viscount became more and more worried about his safety. Only in the army did he have the confidence and courage.

The viscount snorted and said, "Then what do we do now, so that we can't find Richard's whereabouts?"

The general and the captain of the guard glanced at each other, but the general still did not speak, while the captain of the guard looked at the general and sneered, and then said to the viscount: "My lord, there are several people under my command who are very good at tracking, Richard's troops are not small, my people will definitely be able to find them!"

"Then look for it at once!" said Viscount Chim coldly.

ps: I was busy for a while, and I forgot to update it at noon. Let's make up two shifts tonight, probably after 12 o'clock.