"Put on the armor," Winsley said, holding a pair of black iron cavalry soft armor in her hand, "this is what the Master made for you and Fichette the other day. ”

Outside the camp was noisy, everyone was doing their part, the soldiers were sorting out their equipment as I set out, and the men who stayed behind in the darkness were arranging the defense under the command of the officers.

Winsley helped me put on my armor and tightened my belt with Kelly's help, keeping the two of them busy for a while with a dozen buckles up and down.

"Your weapon. "Filine has a long black iron knife around my waist.

I gestured and it didn't feel very good. So he took off the knife and hung it diagonally on his back.

"Here......" I said to my three wives, "I'll leave it to you!"

"Don't worry," Philin replied to me, "when you return, this will still be Cohen Kelda's Dark City!"

"Be careful, although those who remain have taken up arms, they are all newcomers. After a moment's hesitation, I gently stroked her face with my hand, and Filine didn't dodge it as before.

"You too, when I return, I want the three of you to come and meet me. I turned to Winsley and Kelly and said, "No one is missing!"

“……”

"Cohen!" as I strode out, Philin suddenly called out to me, and there was a lot of stuff in it.

His body paused for a moment, eager to hear what she had to say, but feared that he would never be able to go on the expedition again.

"If you have something to say, I'll talk about it when I get back!" I walked out of the tent.

I'm going to rush to the border and meet the cavalry of a detachment stationed there. I was accompanied by more than 500 cavalrymen, most of whom were improvised conscripts. There is also an officer corps of less than a hundred people, made up of midshipmen who are studying.

"It's all set!" Grandpa Rednose said to me, riding on his horse. "How are you doing?"

"No problem!" I rolled over and got on my horse. "Ready to go!"

"Your Excellency!" said Mogadi, running to me. "The Winged Scout has risen into position!"

I nodded, and the Wingman Scouts would be guiding us in the direction with the ground rangers we had sent out earlier to avoid premature encounters with the enemy.

"Lord Governor, the defense of the dark site will be completed soon!" Wadi also came to report. Dwarves are good at melee combat, but it's hard to defend them on long runs, so I left them to defend.

"Listen up, Wadi," I said to him, "and all other sites can be retreated." Not here. Because the whole darkness is watching here, and once you step here, the darkness will be over!

"Understood!"

"Fichette ......" I whispered as I looked at Fichette sitting on the fence on one side, "Please!"

"Let's go!" he waved at me, "there are tens of thousands of people here!"

"Good!" I gripped the horse's belly lightly with my foot and walked towards the front of the group, "Let's go!"

"Off-go!" As the herald's trombone sounded, the standard-bearer at the front of the horse team raised the flag in his hand, and a winged man swooped down from the sky. A long hiss as a straight line diagonally crosses the sky above the team to point us in the direction. The standard-bearer rushed out first!

Because the horse's hooves were wrapped with cloth beforehand, the cavalry of several hundred men made only a faint and dull sound. Spotted by the Wingman Scouts in the Sky, the team marched in a straight line towards the assembly area without fear of encountering the enemy. In each river or difficult section, the first rider to find the most accessible route and leave a mark, saving us a lot of time.

After several trips to the construction site, I also practiced my riding skills, and with the guidance of my red-nosed grandfather on the side, I could barely keep up with the rushing team. Although I was very tired, I could only grit my teeth and hold on. After hundreds of miles, the bones on his body are about to fall apart......

After paying the tragic price of more than a dozen people who fell from their horses and were injured, we finally arrived at the meeting point, a relatively hidden valley, a little earlier than scheduled.

"Rest immediately, everyone!!" explained the experienced red-nosed grandfather to the herald, while I walked towards the officers who greeted me, holding my stiff body.

"Governor!" the officers gave me a military salute with their right fists clenched in their right hands and their left chests. An officer asked me, "That's ......?"

"Martin!" I saluted, "was an Imperial general, my wife's grandfather." Your lieutenant!"

The officer's mouth opened wide, "Martin? Is General Martin Luther from the four corners of Weizhen a few decades ago in our country! One of the four famous generals of the Divine Alliance? My father was his bodyguard!"

Martin Luther? I couldn't figure it out, his surname was Luther, why Philine and Kelly were surnamed Lorna? I looked back at the old man who was still explaining something to his subordinates, and I couldn't help but be even more confused.

Half of the headquarters came with me, and this is the main battlefield.

A large open space was carved out with a long rope, and intelligence and orders began to enter and exit here, tightly connecting the entire area under the jurisdiction of the Dark City.

Previously, the only Wingman Scout I had managed on a whim had played a huge role. Only they can spot the enemy's traces in the vast sky, and only they can find our scattered troops in the endless plains to convey the orders of the headquarters. I can't imagine how this battle would have been fought without this small army.

"Report! The main force of the enemy has ransacked the woods and mines! "An officer said to us.

"You're right," Grandpa Rednose's finger drew the enemy's retreat route on the map, "they won't retreat the way they came!"

"The other side knows that our troops are not enough, and it is impossible to intercept them in a comprehensive way. I laughed and said, "The only way to concentrate all the troops is to chase them and ambush them in the course of their retreat." But they are light horsemen who can get rid of our pursuers with speed. With this strange route again, let our ambush fail!"

On the map, I have marked the entire route of the enemy in red. The thick lines as bright red as blood started from the side of the Darkmoon in the Halik fiefdom, and went in a near-straight line to the forest mine, and then made a large bend near the Dark City and turned back, entered the desert entrance, crossed a short section of the desert, and then returned to the junction in the Khalik fiefdom. The distance between the end and the starting point is more than 500 miles!

"The commander of the other side is such a clever fellow!" said Grandpa Rednose with a sigh. "Tell me about your countermeasures. ”

"What we're going to do now. I said, "Just help them with this retreat!"

"Oh?" as if not seeing the surprised eyes of the officers around him, Grandpa Rednose, or General Martin Luther, approached me as if he had seen a delicious wine, "Say it!"

"Everyone, come and see!" I beckoned everyone to fight in front of the map, "the other side's strategy is very thorough and perfect. Infiltrating from the border close to the Dark Moon, I assume they were infiltrating in batches. Because our reconnaissance there, although lax, is not for nothing. In all likelihood, their main force was discovered by us at the time of the build-up. With our ability to react, we can't do anything else at this time except to strengthen the defenses of the main construction site of the Dark City. This qiē is in the other party's plan!"

"But," Grandpa Rednose continued, "they didn't expect that we had discovered the troops that had taken them a day earlier, and that we had learned of their plot from this unit!"

"That's it!" I said, "so we have an extra day, and that's why we're here." ”

"You want to ...... Kill him here without leaving a piece of armor!" Grandpa Rednose's finger rested on the enemy's junction in Khalik's fiefdom.

I nodded.

"I ordered the elves and wingmen to keep pursuing, just to keep them running all the way, without a moment of rest. I explained my train of thought to the officers around me. These guys are my capital in the future, "Anyone who gets a good deal will become afraid of death." As soon as they grab the ore, they will retreat. But the places they pass through have been cleared by us, and they will be exhausted without any provisions. ”

"Shouldn't they change course?" asked one officer.

"Have you forgotten our alien friends?" I said with a smile, "they can't change course!"

"And when are we attacking?" asked another officer.

"When they return to their realm," I said, "their bodies will be extremely tired...... The psyche will also relax......"

"Can't you ambush it elsewhere?" the guy didn't give up, "Wouldn't it be a problem if you crossed the border?"

"Elsewhere it will cost us dearly, our troops have not yet fought. I shrugged, "Compared to the lives of my soldiers, crossing the line is XX! If necessary, I will tie Halik to the bazaar and sell it as a pig!"

The officers were amused by my words.

It's been a long time since I was trained by my dad on my wedding night, and I haven't spoken foul language in a long time under the attention of current affairs. When this sentence came out, I unconsciously felt full of energy.

"Let's take out the enemy here first," I said when everyone was almost laughing, "let's have a small victory to boost morale!"

…………

This was Khalik's fiefdom, five miles behind the enemy's contact point. We had just arrived and were taking a break.

"Poof" an enemy infantryman tied into a dumpling was thrown at Jack's feet, and his face looked miserable.

"Sir!" said Jack, "this 'pig's head' is a herald, just caught!"

"Did you ask anything?" "My voice sounded strange as I lowered my face protection.

"Don't talk about it!" Jack looked a little discouraged, "Oh?" I was a little surprised, but ...... I've seen a lot of people who aren't afraid of death.

"Well......," I thought for a moment, and said to Jack, "find some resilient branches." ”

Jack went to find what I wanted. Hearing that the captive had been captured, the officers gathered around, but the captive was not surprised, and just looked at the sky with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"Sir!" Jack ran back, "give you the branches!"

With a twig in my hand, I said to Jack, "Execution, and extortion of confessions also need to be learned, and this is a very strict science. ”

Jack and the officers were dumbfounded......

"Like now," I continued, "he doesn't say, but we want to know." What should we do? Execution became our only option. But we have to be careful not to cause him too much damage while causing him the most pain......"

At this time, Dead Fisheye's body began to tremble slightly.

"Because, we need to keep asking until he says. "I didn't intend to let him go. "Who cut these branches into toothpicks? The thinner the better. ”

While the officers giggled and sharpened their toothpicks. I have had a large branch stuck horizontally in the mouth of the dead fish's eye and tied with a strip of cloth to the back of the head. This allows him to speak without screaming. What's more, it prevents him from biting his tongue.

After the toothpick was sharpened, I called Moya over, and the person who carried out the execution must be selected, this is not something that anyone can bear.

"You didn't commit suicide the moment you were caught, and it was your biggest mistake. I said to Dead Fisheye, "If you don't say it, you'll have to live and die." ”

The dead fish eyes had already beaded with small beads of sweat on their foreheads, but they still didn't say a word.

"Grab him by the hair and put it on the ground!" I said, expressionless. "Put his hands on them...... Yes, Moya, execution!"

Moya looked at me with a confused expression, holding a toothpick in his hand and not knowing where to start.

Sighing, I took a toothpick and pinched one of the fingers of the dead fisheye. Lowering his fingernails with a toothpick, he looked at Moya and slowly swirled and stabbed in......

Ten fingers to heart, there is an old saying in the previous life, as a member of the special forces, extorting a confession is one of the most basic skills.

One finger stabbed off. Dead fish eyes sweat wet placket. And I, with another hand, continued to ......

Dead Fisheye struggled. Although he was so weak under the hands of a few big men, he still insisted on struggling, as if that would alleviate some of the sensations coming from his fingers.

Got four stabs...... The dead fish's eyes hit the ground with their heads, and the pulled hair prevented this from happening, and a trace of blood flowed from the laceration wound on the scalp, and a sound came out of the mouth...... But not what I wanted.

By the time he reached the seventh finger, the gaze in the eyes of the dead fish was no longer strong...... There was only desperation left, and the officers around him had retreated widely, and the corners of Moya's mouth twitched slightly, but he didn't retreat.

"Take off his shoes. When the dead fish eye, who was about to collapse, heard my words, he couldn't hold back anymore and began to cry. I took a step forward, and he immediately slurred the information we needed......

After getting the most direct information and confirming it, Grandpa Rednose and I assigned tasks to the officers. Some of the soldiers left under the leadership of the commander, and the rest slowly walked forward in a neat formation...... In our place, buried a lifeless body, he has a strong will and a loyal heart, he is almost a perfect soldier, and it is his only fault to follow the wrong commander.

Already visible to the enemy infantry camp, Martin Luther nodded to me, "Raid!" I re-slashed with my hand in the air!

The camp of five hundred people was small, and in an instant it would be overwhelmed by a crowd of cavalry of more than a thousand people.

The cavalrymen approached with a slower pace, and the sound of horses' hooves struck my heart like war drums, and the guns in their hands rested on their shoulders, the tips of which were pointed diagonally to the sky. Pretending to be reinforcements, they slowly approached the camp, ready to kill the enemy by surprise.

In the twilight, alarmed by the dull sound of horses' hooves, the guards standing on the watchtower opened their throats and shouted hoarsely to the people below. It was dinner time, and the camp was full of soldiers running around, looking for weapons, for commanders, for queues......

There are many people who still have rice bowls in their hands. Gradually, some people saw the clothes of the cavalrymen who were getting closer and closer, and they began to shout and curse. The shouting and scolding brought new chaos to the camp, and many of the people who had just been armed began to walk towards their jobs again...... What are you nervous about already knowing that it's your own army?

There was even a petty officer who walked to the gate of the camp with a few men, looking as if he was about to open the door to greet his own people.

"It's a shock formation!! the guards on the watchtower finally saw our formation clearly, and shouted again, "They are shock formations! Enemy! Enemy !!"

The distance is so close that camouflage no longer makes sense.

A fireball shot out from our side, swept over the heads of the cavalry, and slammed into the camp gate.

This is the signal of the general attack!

The tight formation immediately dispersed, the spears that had been upward had been flattened, and the slow and orderly sound of horses' hooves suddenly became extremely messy! At the moment of seeing the signal, the cavalry entered the charge speed in turn.

Once again, the enemy with the rice bowl scurried like headless flies. However, the reality of the enemy turning into reinforcements and enemies several times made them a little unable to react, and there must have been some confusion in their eyes, which can be seen from the speed at which they have slowed down.

The first wave was five hundred horsemen, who spread out in ten columns and rushed toward the camp under my watch. Each man kept five arm's length from his companions to the left and right to allow for the power of his weapon, and fifteen horses between the front and rear columns, and the cavalrymen bent over their horses, pressed their bodies tightly to their horses, and kept urging their mounts with spurs attached to their heels. Their aim was to rush to the other end of the camp.

Martin Luther and I rode on horseback, watching the qiē quietly from a slightly higher position, with a small group of heralds and a few staff officers behind us.

"What do you think?" said Martin Luther, pointing to the first wave of cavalry that was storming.

"A rabble!" I replied with a wry smile, "without any well-trained traits!"

Although I really wish that my army would fight a beautiful battle of annihilation the first time, I have to be honest, because our light cavalry in the shock has changed a little in formation. The forefront is the most obvious, some rush forward, some lag behind, and some are still trying their best to maintain.

"You don't hesitate to be mean. Martin Luther said to me in all seriousness, "But this is your army." ”

"So what? It's because they're my army that I say so! I'll have to fix them when this battle is over. As I spoke, I watched as the cavalry stormed into the enemy's camp.

The small camp was unprotected, and in a circle of thin-looking fences were neatly set up tents and supplies piled up in the open space.

The fence of the camp was shattered by the magicians with fireballs, and a few sticks of wood swayed like weak grass in the wind. (To be continued......)