Sarenwell nodded to another point, and said, "General Hinton, it is your duty to follow this route south, cut straight into the Blue Water Oasis, and ambush in the flint rock woods. As long as there are reinforcements from the Redwood Kingdom, find a way to stop the delay and delay as much time as possible. ”

The baton in Sarenwell's hand kept moving on the magic sandbox, and the markers of the legions on the magic map moved accordingly, leaving a trail of movement on the sandbox.

Finally, Sarenwell stared at the sand table, a chill flashed in his eyes, and he used his baton to force a little harder on the plain in front of the Blood Banner Valley, and said: "When Richard arrives in the Blood Flag Valley, I will personally lead the Seventh and Eighth Legions of the Empire, as well as three knight wings, to attack the Dry Bone Plain and fight Richard here! The entire march will take two days, so Sir Al, your duty is heavy, as long as you block Richard for three days, my army will be able to swallow Richard in one bite!"

Sir Al was a stocky and taciturn middle-aged man, and when he heard this, he only said in a deep voice: "I must not fail in my mission!"

But Sarenwell, who knew his character well, slammed his fist on Jazz's rock-hard chest, and said, "Okay! Let Richard taste the power of the Imperial Wall!"

In terms of troops alone, it seems ridiculous to want to use lightly armed troops to block the elite of Richard's mixed infantry and cavalry, but the dozen or so nobles and many generals in the conference room take it for granted.

Sir Al was one of the most famous generals of the Empire, and was extremely good at defense, and if it weren't for his slave-born mother, Al would have been a viscount by now. But it was widely accepted that during Sir Arr's lifetime, the promotion to the rank of baron was a sure thing.

Finally, Sarenwell stared at the Plains of Dry Bones, suddenly smiled, and said to himself: "Thirty thousand troops against your ten thousand miscellaneous soldiers, Richard, I want to see how you are going to fight this battle!"

Most of the people in the conference room looked puzzled, and finally one of the counts asked: "My lord, Richard is just a small pioneer knight, is it worth your best efforts? In fact, taking advantage of the stalemate between Li Shilongtu and the Giant Dragon Cultists, why not follow your original plan to go east and annex a few independent nobles over there? This is a more striking achievement, and the impact on His Majesty is even more significant. ”

The earl was right, and Sarenwell's outstanding leadership skills were his greatest reliance on the throne. But the ability to lead is not just by talking, but also by having visible and tangible achievements. However, in the past year, Sarenwell's record has not been dazzling, leading the coalition to defeat the alien invader Sinclair, only to be wiped out by a small baron in the Redwood Kingdom. This is tantamount to a resounding slap in the face of Sarenwell!

As a result, rumors spread within the Iron Triangle Empire, and other princes seized the opportunity to attack Sarenwell's incompetence in front of the emperor. Fortunately, Sarenwell still had past records as a support, and Li Shilongtu unexpectedly suffered a few defeats under the hands of the Dragon Cultists, so the emperor retained Sarenwell's military power.

Then, for more than half a year, Sarenwell was busy expanding his forces, training his troops, and constantly trying to win the support of more nobles. For investment purposes, many nobles did not send people, but supported him a lot of military spending. Sarenwell immediately exchanged a large amount of gold for warriors, equipment, and training.

Sarenwell, who has five legion numbers in his hand, has doubled the actual number of soldiers under the legion after half a year of hibernation, and the improvement in combat effectiveness is almost the same. This force, which had originally intended to go east, annex a series of small states and independent nobles, and then penetrate the Andean promenade and extend the empire's territory to Walvis Bay, thus gaining a meaningful outlet to the sea.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Richard's plan to run through the line, Sarenwell immediately changed his original plan, and was ready to use all his strength to annihilate Richard in the bloodstained land in one fell swoop!

But what's the benefit?

Richard was almost obscure, his title was only knighthood, and the title of Pioneer Knight itself represented the novice war nouveau riche. Even if Richard has some achievements in the Sequoia Kingdom recently, in the eyes of the imperial generals, the kingdom is only a little stronger than the independent noble lords.

As for the bloodstained land, it is even more complex and barren, the terrain is complex, and it borders many ethnic forces, which is a natural place of war. It's hard to say how much value the empire will get by taking it there, but the cost of maintaining it will be visible and it will lose some of its buffer.

In the eyes of everyone, this is a war that costs a lot as long as it starts, and there is little benefit if it is won.

Sarenwell looked at the faces of the people around him, and most of what he saw was puzzled and doubtful. On the surface, this is a war that is completely worth the loss, but in the bottom of Sarenwell's heart, the original set of incredible numbers emerges.

Two thousand eight hundred against three hundred and ten.

This is the battle loss ratio that still puzzles Sarenwell. Even in the face of the devilish Sinclair's fiasco, he was not as impressed by this number, after all, he knew the reasons for the defeat against Sinclair, and was confident that under certain conditions, he would not be unable to turn the tide of the battle. Richard is different, a group of barbarians and sand knights who are originally a rabble can make such incredible results under Richard, what will happen to such a person if he masters a large army?

So after hearing about the plan of the longitudinal line, Sarenwell finally made up his mind, turned his troops, and extinguished Richard first with an absolute superiority of forces!

"Everyone. Sarenwell's voice was stern and deep, and he said with unprecedented solemnity: "If you don't destroy Richard now, he will become the great enemy of the empire in the future! ”

Never before had Salronwell been so solemn and amazed. They followed Sarenwell, not only because of his glorious titles of prince, genius strategic commander, and great magician, but also because of his far-sighted vision of the big picture. Although they all admit that the Redwood Kingdom's longitudinal line plan is not a good thing for the Iron Triangle Empire that is close to it, and the empire can disrupt it at the right time, it is unexpectedly that Sarenwell would raise the matter to such a high level.

Only the strength Marquis Yang thought about it, the red Cossacks subordinate to him had recently suffered heavy losses in the bloodstained land, and more than a third of their core forces had been wiped out, and millions of gold coins had been lost. Through these numbers, Yang can also understand some of Richard's horrors.

A storm is forming in the Northlands, ready to pounce on the bloodstained lands and tear Richard apart in one fell swoop!

Richard had no idea of the storm brewing in the north, and lay quietly on his bed, staring at the roof of his tent.

In his mind, there was an extremely detailed map that covered the entire Bloodstained Lands and the surrounding area. On the map, the Rolling Fronts are starting from the Blue Water Oasis, destroying all obstacles in front of them and reaching the Pale Heights. On the way to the army, all kinds of forces flocked to this army, but all of them were bleeding in front of the iron flow!

Richard was consciously deducing the entire campaign, and the most important thing was the four torrents of troops pouring out of the Iron Triangle Empire, representing the four possible intervention routes of the Iron Triangle Empire. Each blade had Sarenwell's name on it, and as the Iron Triangle Empire's blade was shattered, Sorenwell's name was also marked with a striking red cross.

Richard put a cold smile on his lips and whispered, "Sarenwell, if you dare to come, don't think about going back!"

The scale of the magic clock pointed to ten o'clock in the night, and Richard jumped out of bed and walked out of the tent. He gave a few orders in his mind, and the side door of the barracks was opened, and the troops belonging to Richard left the camp one by one and quietly walked away.

A moment later, the mixed forces of Sim and Duke Blue Wolf also took advantage of the night to leave the barracks, and disappeared.

By eleven o'clock, only a few thousand infantry belonging to the outer nobles remained in the camp. At this time, the nobles and generals, who were essentially elevated, were invited by Richard to the Chinese army's tent, where a sumptuous feast was prepared, saying that they were going to give them supper. Richard was missing, and Viscount Chim took the throne.

The movement of Richard's troops, and the disappearance of all his followers, could not have been concealed from these generals. They all knew that Richard must have made a move, but whatever it was, as long as it didn't go to war with them, it was always good.

Whether it is a nobleman or a general, whether old or young, he is always proficient in drinking and supper, so he quickly gets into the groove, and the camp is full of joy.

The scale of the magic clock is approaching midnight.

The Blue Square camp was already silent, full of the solemnity of the mountain rain coming. Except for the footsteps of the patrolling soldiers, almost no sound could be heard. Occasionally, a long neighing of a war horse can be heard far away.

In the night, a few light horsemen were marching towards the blue camp, they were scout cavalry patrolling around the camp, and it was time for the shift to be handed over.

Crossing a small dirt slope, the lights of the camp were in the distance, and the thought of the liquor and the warm beds made several cavalrymen excited and quickened their horses.

However, a sharp arrow suddenly shot out of the grass not far away! The cavalry led by the cavalry fell from their horses in response to the arrow, and did not make a sound, and the war horse that had lost its owner under its crotch also fell to the ground with a bang, and the long arrow feathers blocked the neighing. Arrows then continued to shoot out of the darkness, knocking down all the scouts.

The attack came so suddenly, and when all the cavalry fell, only one of them had time to let out a short, faint scream. However, it certainly could not be transmitted to the camp two kilometers away.

In the dark, out of the squad of fighters. They lined up in a neat line, and under the cover of night, they sneaked closer to a distance of less than a kilometer from the Blue camp, and then sat down in a row and began to eat to replenish their bodies.

Richard appeared at the back of the group, looking at the Blue camp from afar, waiting patiently.