In the days since I returned to the main camp, I was still at a loss for what was going on, and I was in a bad mood, and I was slapped for the first time along with a few of the guards who were in charge of my daily life.

The intelligence officers who were supposed to be lurking behind enemy lines were sent a piece of information at great risk, and the intelligence pointed out that there was a demon army of thousands heading to the Camp Empire, and the members of the team were very mysterious, like special troops!

I really look up to me, the special units of the Demon Coalition have never been willing to show people lightly, and they will only be used in very critical battles - these classes usually have the ability to turn the tide of battle.

What kind of big man is this Gironde? Why does the Demon Alliance value him so much? Not only does he give him a large number of troops, but even the special troops are in the thousands?

Come to think of it, I think Camp is a bad place to mix up, but if you want to leave, you have to leave a sweet memory for Gironde.

I recalled the troops scattered throughout Camp and began to prepare for the next operation.

Of all the twenty-four regiments, I first allocated four field regiments to Hailt, and asked him to immediately board the transport ship with his troops and set up camp on an island more than three hundred miles from the coastline.

At the first command from me, they can attack from behind the enemy if necessary.

And Moya and Carlos took fifteen regiments to the side of Camp near the boundary between gods and demons, which was mostly a hilly wasteland, and because it was close to the boundary between gods and demons, it was more sparsely populated than in the interior of Camp, which could make our actions more convenient.

I drew a place on the map and asked them to do something about it. This place could keep these fifteen regiments busy for a while.

It's no big deal that you Girondin will build camp. This time, you look at the young master, I - build a battlefield to play with you!

Assign tasks to others. I took the remaining five regiments to attract the enemy's attention—to maneuver around the enemy's newly established camp, to convince them that our main forces were still glued to them.

Although I knew that Gironde was not an easy guy to deal with, after fighting him again, I came to a positive conclusion, and it was very strong!

Gironde ...... He's an old madman.

He only allocated a force of about 30,000 to chase me.

These 30,000 troops belong to the Demon Alliance, which is particularly capable of running, and their learning ability is also very strong, and they follow me around the land of Camp with dried meat powder.

Because the enemy's intelligence system has been gradually improved, I have never been able to get rid of this pursuer. Usually in the middle of a raid, this force will appear, and I have to sigh and order the troops to withdraw from the battle early. Under their entanglement, I didn't even have a complete victory.

In fact, with the extraordinary mobility of my troops, it would not be a problem to get rid of them. But sadly, I had to go back again and again to continue to find Gironde's trouble. If I didn't, the rotten people of the Temple faction wouldn't let me go.

While fending off my attack, Gironde had the rest of the force continue his drive strategy...... So much so that I could only use the same forest once, because it would be burned down by the Girlent fire in no time. And at all the important sites, the Gironde built fortified camps.

Looks. Gironde seems to have come to camp and set fire to it, and the extermination of my @ enemy army was an unplanned matter for him.

And his elite troops never appeared. I think he's waiting for the right moment to strike me the right blow.

Gradually, Gironde had taken over half of the territory of Camp with his troops, and had established a solid defensive system on it, and my range of movement was severely limited.

His troops were advancing slowly, but very resolutely, which put a lot of pressure on me.

Finally, what worried me the most came - not only did Gironde build the camp to the seashore, but the Demon Alliance also brought in a sizable fleet to help defend it!

These ships were not able to enter the open sea, but they were sufficient for near-shore defense, @样一来 my convoy was no longer able to show up without escort, and thankfully I was in contact with the convoy.

From then on, all the conditions of war in my favour were eliminated by the Gironde one by one...... He pacified the rebels, occupied large areas of activity, burned the forests where they could hide, and now even the coastline was sealed off by him!

According to his thoughts, it won't be long before I will be poor and white, exposed to his sight and left to be slaughtered by him.

At this time, I received several orders from the military headquarters to attack, and although I repeatedly replied that the troops had suffered heavy casualties, the rotten people in the military headquarters remained unmoved, and continued to urge their lives.

Because - a new offensive of the Divine Coalition has begun again!

Fichette's letter proves my thoughts, the temple faction that controls the military headquarters has transferred a large number of troops from the rear, and the number of troops in the previous one has exceeded one million, and all the special troops that have been hidden by the military department have been in battle, and the sudden new offensive has caught the demon coalition army a little unprepared, and they have also invested the last reserves to stabilize the battle situation - the gods and demons war is not fought once or twice, both sides know the opponent very well, and the tricks that can be played are also expected by the other party.

Probably the only surprise to the enemy is my unidentified team. After careful calculation, from the moment I entered Kamp, I dragged at least more than 200,000 enemy troops to my side and could not move...... Under these circumstances, the intention of the military headquarters to urge us to attack was very obvious.

I understand the enthusiasm of the Temple faction, after all, this is the first time that they are fully in charge of the military department, and of course they have to make some achievements to show everyone.

I can also imagine how fierce the battle was on the dividing line between gods and demons, and how many warriors on both sides died senselessly......

I don't want my soldiers to die, they're all dead, how can I, the Blessed Knight, mess around?

In this world, the one with a hard fist is the uncle, a governor who has no soldiers in his hands, and his life must be difficult.

The dusty herald brought Moya's letter, saying that the battlefield was ready, and that I was waiting to bring the enemy to the door...... The news came at a very timely time. After dealing with the enemy for @ how long. I'm tired of this cat-and-mouse game.

A few days later. I retreated to the designated battlefield with the harassing troops, leaving enough traces along the way for the enemy to find us.

I'm happy with the battlefield.

Although the battlefield stretches for hundreds of miles, from the dirt under my feet to the birds in the sky, every grass and tree is under my control.

Almost a hundred miles behind the battlefield is the dividing line between gods and demons, and with the detailed map in my hand, it is not difficult to lead the team to slip away when the situation is unfavorable.

I also sent someone to survey the retreat route beforehand, except for a section of the canyon on the retreat road that is relatively narrow, all of them are OK.

I'm not worried about being attacked in this two-hundred-mile canyon. In fact, there was not a single army in that area, and the terrain around it was terrifying—either large swamps or dense forests that people couldn't get into. If you want to hide the army, you won't want to come out again!

On the right was the coast, and if necessary, the four regiments of Helt could support me from the sea.

On the left is Shawin City, the headquarters of the Fifth War Zone of the Demon Alliance, and I know that there are 30,000 shrunken turtles guarding it...... It's good if I don't provoke them, how dare they run in front of my eyes and hang around?

Overall, this place was well chosen, although there were quite a few Demon Coalition forces around. But it's safe. And I have twenty regiments of fifty thousand men at my disposal, and I am going to strike a blow at Gironde here. Let him remember me forever!

The men of the fifteen regiments were busy here for half a month, and built a very conspicuous camp in the center of the battlefield, and there were countless traps around the camp...... I'm going to have a positional fight here, and then I'm going to slap my ass and leave.

At this point, experienced officers like Carlos came into play, and they were familiar with positional warfare.

The General Staff Department has drawn up several sets of tactical plans and is seizing the time to familiarize the troops, and those in charge of logistics equipment are also making indispensable equipment for positional warfare.

After all, the days when the soldiers followed me were not short, because there were many battles without many casualties, coupled with the attitude of the officers towards them and their own treatment in peacetime, the soldiers now have an almost blind admiration for me.

Under the influence of such an atmosphere, they devoted themselves to preparing for battle, and did not express their worries about the future battle situation at all.

On the third day of arriving at the battlefield, my scouts spotted the enemy army that had been hanging behind me. After being dumped by us, they cautiously approached all the way looking for the traces we had deliberately left.

At their pace, they will enter the battlefield the next day and see my camp at noon.

This was the first time that my army had participated in a large-scale positional battle, so a large-scale pre-war military conference was held, with all officers above the battalion level participating.

More than 200 officers from various guard regiments, field regiments, reserve regiments, general staff, and military justice offices sat in my tent for an afternoon.

For me, this kind of positional warfare is exactly what I am foreign to and dismiss. One of the purposes of my military education was to destroy the enemy before they saw you, and it was extremely stupid to fight in close quarters face to face...... So I don't talk much, let other people sing the lead role.

After Marfa's briefing on the enemy's situation, Carlos assigned the tasks and positions of each regiment one by one, explained the conditions and timing of the attack, and answered the questions of the officers.

I could see that the officers were a little nervous, and so was I, but I couldn't show it......

If the soldiers had seen that even I was nervous, there would have been no need to fight this battle.

It was already dark after the meeting, and there was a faint depression in the whole camp, and although I hoped that the night would pass soon, I could not sleep all night.

Early in the morning, I was woken up by the troops who had set off early with the mission of outflanking. Patting my heavy head and moving my body again, I stepped out of the tent.

"Hello sir!" a guard pulled my horse, there are not many horses in the army now, and they can only be matched with officers at the level of regimental commander.

I mounted my horse, and with my helmet on my chest, I made my way to the camp gate, and all the officers got up, and they were doing their part, and the soldiers were constantly saluting me along the way, and I smiled in response. In the breeze, the smiling faces of the soldiers were so clear.

Groups of soldiers marched neatly under the leadership of the commander.

As we approached the camp gate, Carlos and Jack also rode their horses and turned to join me. At the camp gate, Moya and Marfa had their right hands crossed to their chests, and they were saluting the soldiers who had marched out of the camp gates. I nodded to them. Join the bandwagon.

Another battalion of troops passed through the camp gate.

"All attention—" shouted the officer leading the group, "Salute to the chiefs!"

"Yes!" the soldiers shouted in unison, "Sir—good!"

My brothers and I saluted them in return with our right fists folded on our chests. Look at the fearless faces. Look at the slave brand on it...... I'm proud, but I'm also a little disappointed, because some of them are destined to be spilled today.

I suppressed this feeling and shouted to the soldiers, "Congratulations!"

"Triumph!"

The soldiers responded to me with loud voices, and their voices soared into the sky!

The troops in charge of outflanking were sent off, and I and the rest of the troops lined up in the predetermined positions. I rode on my horse with my back straight, and 20,000 troops followed me silently.

In front is a small hill. If we don't show up, we won't be able to see even if the enemy comes closer.

Towards noon, scouts began to report the enemy's approach.

It should be said that the enemy has learned a lot from me, and they have gradually developed a set of battlefield reconnaissance teams, and the reconnaissance range is ten miles away from the team. As an army that knows the reality of the opponent, such a reconnaissance range is large enough, and the time it takes the infantry to run ten miles can already make them ready for a contingency situation.

"Report to the sir!" a winged scout landed beside me, "The enemy will arrive in an hour^! The enemy scout in front will arrive in half an hour!"

"Order!" I took the half-eaten dry ration into my arms, "Stop eating and rest for a while. 」

It's not easy to confront an army marching through the wasteland, and even if you leave clues along the way, they won't necessarily follow the route you expect. Unless. You know the style of this force inside out.

This is purely a rational analysis coupled with emotional speculation, and the judgment must be made with the enemy commander in mind. In this moment, you are him!

This can be regarded as a kind of "skill", and this special "skill" can only be mastered after being mixed with the enemy for a long time, and if the enemy commander changes, it will have to be practiced again. It is precisely for this reason that many outstanding commanders in history finally ...... Schizophrenia.

I have been playing with this unit for more than a month, and I know very well the combat style of the commander of this unit, and I am sure that his team must have passed through here, and the distance between the left and right of the position I chose was no more than 200 meters.

A quarter of an hour later, I said to Jack, "Go tell me that you can't let any of the enemy scouts go!" and look at your Judge Advocate General. 」

"Yes!" Jack rode away.

......

"Report to the sir, the enemy is five miles away, and 30,000 men are divided into two parts: 20,000 men in the front and 10,000 men in the rear, and the middle is one mile apart!"

"Report to the sir, the enemy has reached a distance of three miles, and they are divided into two teams and marching in two directions, with two hundred horses in the middle, and a single queue of fifty people horizontally, arranged closely!

"Sir, the enemy is a mile away, and is two hundred arms to the right of us—all within range!"

......

"Carlos," I said, turning to my staff officer, "it's almost time, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir. Carlos whispered to me.

"Let's go. I said to myself, made a departure gesture to the star officer on the side, and then slowly walked ahead by myself.

"Attention of the whole army—" The star officer held a bright small flag, and Pegasus galloped at the front of the queue: "Forward—enter!"

The officers stood up: "Forward—forward!"

The flag bearer's flag pressed forward: "Forward—forward!"

There was a clatter of metal behind me, and the soldiers began to follow me slowly.

Carlos and I rode in front, and behind us were eight regiments of "rattling" in armor, all pikemen, dressed in specially reinforced armor, because they were responsible for frontal combat.

As I approached the hill, I made a gesture...... Dozens of huge "whirring" fireballs were shot into the air, and they began to fall after drawing an upward parabolic trajectory in the air, smashing their heads towards the front of the enemy queue!

This was the signal, and while the magic fireball was still flying in the air, countless pieces of turf were uncovered in the grass on either side of the enemy's marching line. Countless warbows were raised......

The fireball flew a little high. There was an exclamation of surprise from the front of the enemy troops. The queue, which was originally very neat, dispersed a little in an instant!

Avoidance, which is a normal human reaction when encountering a special situation, is understandable and understandable......

"Mark the Ten Sections—Release!" A loud shout echoed across the battlefield.

By this time, I was already showing my head on the hillside, just in time to see the enemy dodging the fireball, and just in time to see two black clouds of arrows flying towards them.

The line behind me began to show the first column on the hillside, then the second...... By the time the enemy saw my soldiers in the third column, the feathered arrows that had been fired from either side of them were already approaching—feathered arrows with fifteen centimeters of arrows fired from the warbow. On their side was an ordinary iron armor half a centimeter thick.

As if someone had given the order, the enemy outside the queue was shot like hedgehogs, and column after column was pounced, as neatly as ears of wheat being harvested...... With clusters of flying blood mist, there was a chaotic sound of metal crashing into each other.

"Mark the Ten Sections—Release!" A rain of arrows rose into the sky again, heading toward the enemy's flanks.

In the midst of the screams, the people outside tried their best to drill in, and the people inside tried their best to stabilize the formation, and the queue was chaotic. At a distance of a mile, I could hear even the roar of the enemy commander very clearly.

Their resilience is not bad. Before the third round of feathered arrows arrived, the enemy on the outside had raised their large shields. At the same time, the front team slowly retreated to protect the knights in the middle of the queue, and the rear team also rushed to cover from both sides.

"Calibrate the Ten Sections—Release!"

There are also many moving enemy arrows, because they do not have the protection of a large shield, and even if they have a large shield, a sharp arrow fifteen centimeters long can penetrate it!

As for the enemy behind the shield, I don't know. But there was a "buzzing" sound of arrows on our side, and a crowd fell to the ground on that side.

After a few rounds of arrow rain, the enemy had quickly formed a circle! Although it was not very standardized, this reaction was already commendable.

At this time, I was already riding my horse downhill, and the enemy could see a small half of the troops emerging behind me, and I stretched out my right hand to make a gesture, and immediately dozens of green magic balls flew out from behind me!

Here's another signal......

When the magic orb was still flying halfway this time, a wide magic barrier had opened in front of the enemy, and the surface of the barrier was black, heavy black, and the palpitating black.

Although my magic is not very good, I also know that this enchantment is the result of at least fifty magicians unleashing at the same time, and there must be one or two of them who are highly skilled in magic.

Dozens of magic balls, large and small, collided one after another, and the surface of the black enchantment rippled like water ripples, but it was not broken!

The enemy soldiers were extremely fast, and in just a few moments, they had already erected a two-person high "shield" wall on the outside of the circle!

But the focus of my second round was not here, I led my troops down the hill and let the mages attack, all of which was just to attract the attention of the enemy.

In the second round, the real main force of the blow was five hundred catapults.

These catapults were also on either side of the enemy, in large pits in front of the archers' positions, and each catapult was operated by five soldiers, and because the range was not pursued now, the firing speed was twice as fast as that of ordinary catapults.

For the attacking side, the suddenness and sustainability of long-range fire are quite important.

At the sound of the command, the dense stones were launched into the sky, and they flipped sharp edges and corners in the air, and flew over with a whistling......

And the enemy, how could they have thought that I would use catapults to set up an ambush? The enemies with shields on either side were all stupid when they saw the stones flying.

To this hard bluestone, the shields raised were as fragile as paper products - first the outermost enemy army was smashed flat by the shield and the men, and many stones were smashing down the "shield"

The wall then bounced up and flew into the queue, where more enemies were smashed to pieces...... Whoever touches is unlucky.

In the enemy's formation, the red-dyed stones ran through the streets, grinding out the flesh and blood channels in the crowd, and the bitter screams sounded one by one, and the enemy fell all the way!

Hit by this, the circle has already shown signs of collapse.

A few stones came to the enemy mage's location, and the magical enchantment they cast shook in the air and began to dissipate, and the color became lighter and lighter......

Maybe it's my personality that dictates my tactics, even if it's a positional battle, I want to make the enemy as consumed as possible before the official fight!

And to consume the enemy to the point where they are now, they have only two ways to go - to be killed, or to break through.

"The whole army—" I said, "prepare to meet the enemy!" (to be continued......)