Although he knew who was behind the trouble, Edward didn't care too much about it - his target was the entire Red Horse Clan, and sooner or later he would collide with this guy named Gragus, and he was not in a hurry. The goal now is to completely clear the entire area around the Green River Valley in preparation for the upcoming big war.

After completely destroying the tribe under the snowy mountain, the entire Battle Banner Legion spent half a day cleaning up the battlefield and began to repair the defenses of the entire tribe - although it was only an auxiliary corps in the past, and it was known for its fiasco, the civil engineering of the Battle Banner Legion was quite excellent, and even proudly declared that even if it was replaced by the legion of Hantu City, it could not be more powerful than them.

This is naturally also forced - after reining into the fortress of the Green River Valley, even for the sake of survival, they do not dare to let their guard down easily, and the maintenance of the city walls has been very good. Of course, in front of the monsters of the desolation, the once impregnable walls were not so strong, but they also made it possible for Edward's reinforcements to arrive, and even if the enemy did not have those monsters, they would not even have a chance to break through the fortress.

The legionnaires, wielding shovels and shovels, dug four trenches in front of the wooden wall, staggered to avoid the enemy's chances of evading, and after repairing the wooden wall, they piled up several dirt slopes behind it, mounted ballistae on them, and then threw planks around them, barely able to be used as arrow towers, and also suitable for concealment.

Such a simple defensive measure is very practical - especially for an army like the Banner Regiment, which has been defeated for many years, and only feels safe in the camps and fortresses. This also gave them an incomparably rich experience in building barracks forts.

The soldiers even habitually filled the trenches with pointed wooden stakes. The methods are also unusually ruthless - all smashed in the back. The attacking enemy can't see the traps buried underneath, but if they fall, the luckiest way to die will be pierced by the stake, and the poor guy will probably go straight "from the bottom to the top".

In order to be able to build these defenses, the soldiers of the Banner Legion demolished almost all the remaining longhouses and buildings in the settlement, and the soldiers had to set up tents to have a place to sleep—and the captured captives had only the right to shiver in the cold wind, because they were defeated.

The smell of blood permeated the cold wind. No matter how fierce the wind was, it still dissipated, constantly stimulating the nerves of all the soldiers—all of them were silently speeding up their work, no one was willing to speak, and the tense atmosphere was like a tight string, which could not be relaxed for a moment.

Everyone was expecting the enemy not to come, but they were all in the mood that the enemy would come at any time—just as the first hurried rallying call sounded, the large soldiers, who had just been busy, immediately put on their armor, took their weapons, and began to assemble under the whistles and clubs of the centurions. His eyes widened, his heartstrings tightened, and he didn't even dare to blink.

"It's finally here. Standing on the watchtower, Edward saw the barbarian warriors marching towards the camp in the distance. The mood was unexpectedly good, and the corners of the smug mouth couldn't help but curl up, as if relieved.

It was a gamble, and Edward succeeded—if at this point, these enemies had no choice but to come to the rescue, and instead turned around and attacked the fortress in the Green Valley, they would be faced with an immensely empty fortress with not even a single banner regiment of defenders!

Either go back alive or die on this wilderness.

Of course, if the enemy finally chooses to turn around and attack the fortress, Edward will lead the cavalry and light infantry to launch a blocking battle from the rear, allowing all the infantry regiments to completely destroy their tribe - but that is the luckiest outcome, and it is more likely that he and his entire legion will be alone in the wasteland, and will become the target of hunting by all the surrounding tribes.

The archers stood on makeshift "watchtowers" and filled their quivers with arrows, nervously awaiting orders, while the hoplites hiding behind the wooden walls raised their shields and crouched down on their knees, their right hands pressed against the hilt of their swords throughout, and they could even clearly feel the violence of the vibrations coming from the ground.

"The army has been assembled. Chief Centurion Lessinus climbed to the top of the watchtower, knelt down on one knee behind Edward, and said, "Waiting for your orders at any time." ”

"There's nothing to command, the enemy is as numerous as we are, not as big as we are—it would be ridiculous to lose even that. Edward smiled contemptuously: "I will lead the cavalry to attack from the flank, so that the Second and Third Flag Regiments are ready and stand firm." ”

"Two banner regiments, I give you command of them, Lebinus. Edward said in a deep voice, "Prove to me your loyalty and ability, Chief Centurion!"

"Yes!" Lepinus shouted almost instinctively, and only came back to his senses when he saw Edward's figure leave, and even the expression on his face became a little distorted in excitement - this was a sign that Edward was beginning to trust him!

The ancient gate was opened, and the heavily armed Lybinus walked out of the camp with two whole regiments of flags in an orderly manner, forming a strong shield wall in front of the camp in the standard way of front, middle and back. In the face of the provocation of the barbarian warriors on the opposite side, the Chief Centurion's expression was as if he had been frozen, and the heavy sound of war drums seemed to be invisible to his ears.

The 2nd and 3rd Banner Regiments are the only remaining veterans of the entire Battle Banner Regiment, and they are also the most important elite - Edward handed them all over to Lybinus, of course, the son of the former First Banner Commander will be somewhat moved, and if there is not enough trust, no commander will dare to hand over all the veterans to a guy who has just become the chief centurion!

"Hold on to the spot, line up ——!" Rebinus, who had a resolute face, suddenly turned his head and shouted to the trumpeter behind him, as well as the two flag commanders: "Defend the front, hold your foot!"

The trumpeters and heralds immediately blew their horns, and in the midst of the deafening sound, the veterans of the two banner regiments who came out of the camp cautiously followed the line behind those flags - their right flank was a bottomless trench, and the left flank was a dense forest, so there was no need to think about the defensive flanks at all, and Lessinus immediately chose to sacrifice the width of the line in exchange for thickness to prevent being crushed by the enemy's cavalry.

The sound of trembling war drums came from the opposite side, and hundreds of barbarian warriors under the wasteland charged in the direction of the camp like a wild storm. The light infantry and ballistas in the camp immediately began to counterattack - the roar of stone cannons and the continuous stream of arrows constantly set off pools of blood and screams in the charging line, and the enemy fell on the wilderness without stopping, but they could not stop their charge, and the terrible roar in the scattered line was like an innumerable beast rushing towards him!

Still, Lebinus, who was standing in front of the formation, could see that these barbarian armies were supposed to be reinforcements from two war tribes—the enemy's left flank chose to strike from the direction of the trench, apparently preparing to bypass the two banner regiments blocking the front, and to surprise the light infantry in the camp;

The other group did not hesitate to rush at him, and there were also a considerable number of barbarian cavalry, apparently intending to break the entire defense line at once, and then rush into the camp and destroy them completely.

Everyone held their breath, clenched the spears in their hands tightly, and looked at the barbarian army that was attacking like a wave, and the bloody shouts seemed to have become the screams of death, constantly echoing in their ears!

"Shield wall——, gun throwing, ready!" Repinus, who had a calm face, slowly raised the broadsword in his hand, and then suddenly commanded it, widening his scarlet eyes: "God bless Turin——!" (To be continued.) )