In the Ferrol Valley, Baron Phil's face was a little unpleasant, seeing that his army had once again repelled the enemy's attack, which was originally a happy thing, but it made Baron Phil feel a wave of irritability,

"How many days will it take for Walter's army to arrive?"

Baron Phil couldn't help but ask the cronies on the side, and the cronies looked at each other one by one, unable to speak.

It stands to reason that according to the previously agreed time, the current Baron Walter should have joined Baron Phil with his army.

But now, seeing that two days had passed since the appointed time, Walter's army, which was supposed to appear, had lost its trace and had not reached the Ferrol Valley for a long time.

It's normal to encounter some accidents on the way, and Baron Phil didn't say that Baron Walter couldn't be late.

However, with Walter's army delayed, the enemy became more and more rampant, and the idea of using him to train troops was quite unscrupulous.

After several years on the battlefield, Baron Phil couldn't see that the troops he had fought on the battlefield in the past few days were all recruits.

Since that day he sent a war letter to the enemy, and the other party has not come out.

Beginning the next day, the enemy would send troops to attack his camp every day.

At first, Baron Phil was quite happy, the enemy finally did not shrink his head as a turtle, and was willing to leave his fortified camp to fight him, not necessarily not to give him a chance, so that he could find a way to defeat the enemy.

The other party gave up his advantage in this way, I am afraid that the commander is not stupid, maybe he can defeat the enemy in front of him without Walter's army.

But soon, Baron Phil realized that he had overthought all of this.

Far from being a man who does not understand military affairs, the commander of the other side is quite talented in military affairs, and the number of troops dispatched each time is just right, basically twice that of Baron Phil's army.

While attacking his camp, the opposing sentry cavalry had already scattered into the valley in droves, apparently guarding against possible reinforcements, namely Baron Walter's troops.

The opposing attacking army is composed of some elite troops plus new recruits. The role of those elite troops is to a large extent to suppress the formation, and the ones who really fight with Baron Phil are all recruits.

As a result, in the course of a few days, Baron Phil achieved very good results.

He didn't need to command him, he played a proud one-to-four battle loss exchange ratio, this record, if it lasted for a month, how could it be passed on to get the title of "famous general".

Although the camp could not be breached by the enemy in a short period of time, Baron Phil was not very happy, and from the first day of fighting, he had already seen that the intention of the opposing commander was to train those recruits in disguise with his hands.

So, on the first day, he couldn't help it, and used the elite in his hand to directly kill all the recruits who were put into the battle.

However, Moore obviously expected Baron Phil's reaction, almost rushing out of his camp elite troops, instantly crushing the formation of the new recruits of the Overwatch Alliance, and about to beat the water dogs at the same time, the elite Overwatch Alliance troops assisted by professionals were also assigned by Moore to rush to the rescue as soon as possible.

So, the elites of the two sides fought together.

There is also a big gap between the elite and the elite.

How can the elite in Baron Phil's hands be compared with the elite in Moore's hands, just talking about professionals, the number of professionals on the side of the Watch Alliance is more than ten times that of Baron Phil.

The battle between the elite troops of the two sides lasted only a short time, and Baron Phil watched as the elite troops he had invested were in danger of collapsing in a stable position.

As a last resort, he could only attack with all his troops, wanting to keep the elite troops attacking.

Moore's purpose is not to eliminate Baron Phil, and he also knows very well that it will take a lot of casualties and time to completely eat Baron Phil's army. At a juncture where the opposing side's reinforcements do not know when they will appear, it is not right to make such a decision rashly.

As a result, Moore also accepted it when he saw it, covered the recruits with elite troops, and retreated after fighting.

After that, for several days, Mordu repeated his old tricks, led the elite to press the formation, and sent new recruits to attack Baron Phil to train his troops in battle.

After sending elite troops to cover Moore's recruits on the first day and suffering a lot of losses himself, Baron Phil no longer tried to eat Moore's recruits, and the two sides seemed to have reached a simple tacit agreement to let the army fight each other.

As a general rule, More's armies always attacked at noon, when it was warmest, and in the afternoon, when it was almost time to eat, they would call their troops out.

In this way, it has been going on for several days, and Baron Phil has watched the recruits who were originally in a scattered formation, and now their combat effectiveness has gradually improved, and they can pose a certain threat to the battle-hardened mercenaries under him.

Baron Phil, who was in a bad mood, had to curse Baron Walter in front of his cronies several times, cursing how the other party hadn't arrived.

Seeing the amazing effect of the opponent's combat training, Baron Phil knew that if Walter's army was still nowhere to be seen, perhaps the other party would make up his mind to eat his army completely.

He didn't feel sorry for the troops under him, most of them were mercenaries and other barons who supported them, and there was nothing to worry about. What he was worried about was that the sword had no eyes, and if he had three strengths and two weaknesses on the battlefield, whether he was killed or captured, he would not be able to accept it.

Seeing that the sky was gradually darkening, Baron Phil no longer paid attention to the battlefield, and began to think about whether he would run away with his cronies if the other party really attacked in a big way.

As for the battlefield, Baron Phil knew very well that when the time came, it was almost time for the other party to retreat.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Mormingjin's order to withdraw his troops to come out. Baron Phil didn't move, and one of the guards beside him waved his hand.

So, the two sides of the original war, as if nothing had happened, packed up the battlefield, picked up the fallen weapons, picked up the wounded companions, and returned to the camp.

"Ahh

"How long will it take to fight such a boring battle, and I really can't stand staying on such a cold day and being blown by this cold wind. My lord, can I sleep in the camp tomorrow? ”

Claire glanced at Malone and said angrily.

"Okay! If you don't need it tomorrow, just sleep in the camp. ”

"Really?" Malone's eyes lit up. "Thank you, sir!"

"We won't be using it tomorrow." On the side, I don't know who muttered, which made the smile on Ma Long's face freeze for a moment, and the flattering words that he was originally going to say were suddenly stuck in his throat.

Only then did he remember that according to the plan, it would not be Claire who would come to the formation tomorrow, and if Claire didn't come, he would naturally not come.

Damn, how did I forget this stubble.

Ma Long touched his nose in a wrench, quite embarrassed, and was about to say something, when he suddenly felt a car on the back of his hand.

Immediately, Ma Long looked at the sky in disbelief.

"I'm going, it's snowing!"