The cold wind on the wasteland still roared, like the roar of an ancient beast. Seedorf ignored it, he was in good spirits and took the lead. As if victory was at hand, indeed at hand, a mechanized army of 8,000 men was a complete massacre of a Norsca town with only a few hundred men.

However, when they arrived at the Norsca town as the scouts called it before dark, they found it still an empty city. The buildings were empty, leaving only empty wooden houses and cluttered streets. Or they are not streets, just narrow dirt roads for people and livestock.

"All livestock and people have been transferred!"

Artillery Commander Turas said.

"Damn! What about the two scouts, bring them here!"

From excitement to annoyance, it was only a matter of moments, and Seedorf only felt that he had been tricked, and he was restless.

After a short time, the two Imperial riders were brought to the commander in a hurry.

"You say you saw a living town, and now? I see a dead city, a worthless empty city. Tell me, what will happen to deceiving the general?"

The commander-in-chief, the commander-in-chief of the three armed forces, Seedorf Lightdorf, rebuked loudly.

The two scouts trembled with fear, still trying to defend themselves—

"Two days ago, there were still hundreds of people here......"

"What about the people now? Have they all put on their wings and flew?"

Seedorf roared.

The rider in charge of the investigation was inarable. In fact, even they didn't understand what was going on, and two days earlier, they did see a town full of people. Could it be that the barbarians got the information in advance and moved away? But it is impossible for a town of hundreds, or even thousands, to be so completely transferred in two days. They have old people, they have children, and they will slow them down.

"My lord, give us one more chance, and we will catch up with them, and if this is a diversion, the barbarians should not be far away. ”

The rider shouted.

"No, there's no chance. You two, you've been dismissed!"

Seedorf replied coldly.

Immediately, he turned to the knight captain beside him and said-

"Take your men, keep searching, and ...... these barbarians"

Artillery fire and screams interrupted the conversation between them.

A brief shock was followed by excitement, "These barbarians actually sent themselves to the door!" After saying that, Seedorf immediately drew his sword and rushed out.

Outside the town, there was the deafening shouts of the barbarians. They came from all directions, and it looked like there were thousands of them. It's just that it's scattered, and Seedorf doesn't know the exact number of barbarians, only that the more the better. An Imperial soldier and a Norscan barbarian soldier go head-to-head, and they will definitely not be able to defeat them. But a hundred Imperial soldiers and a hundred Norscan barbarian infantry fought against each other, and the Imperial army was absolutely crushed. This is the power of discipline and order.

At the moment, there were as many as eight thousand imperial troops in the town. And the barbarian army outside the city was only a few thousand people at most. The two sides seem to be evenly matched, but in fact the disparity in strength is huge.

Well-trained artillery units constantly adjusted the angle of fire, pouring shells out. The more he fought, the more excited Seedorf became. He was going to return with the barbarian captives and become the pride of his triumph.

"Fire!"

He was so excited that he was almost about to take command of Turas.

But soon, everyone found out that this wave of enemies was not easy to deal with. They were too scattered, and the Icewolf chariots, mounted archers, took turns to rain arrows on the walled town. The artillery units were too scattered to aim, but the Imperial troops, of 8,000 men, were crowded into the narrow towns, and the infantry could not catch up with the Norscans' chariots and cavalry units, and the cavalry were too few to attack, and, in all directions, they did not know which direction to pursue.

The annoying fighting continued for several hours, and did not subside until late at night.

Turas soon found out about the problem - the combat efficiency during the day was too low, a lot of ammunition was wasted, but not how many enemies were actually killed. Outside the town, the corpses of barbarians lay scattered around. In terms of casualties, I'm afraid there will be more casualties on the side of the Fifth Army......

"Your Highness, I suspect that this was an organized attack, perhaps, that this is a trap in itself. ”

During the night, Turas hesitated for a long time, but still made a suggestion to Seedorf. There is only one purpose, to persuade this tsundere little lord to withdraw to Sawtooth Bay first, and find out the information before attacking.

But Seedorf disagreed, having the same proud personality as his father, but not as shrewd and attentive as his father. At the same time, he was a little too young.

"Traps, you mean, we were ambushed by the barbarians?"

Seedorf came back from his trance and asked rhetorically.

Turas did not reply, and remained silent.

"Turas, you are my father's most trusted general, and you should be on my side and encourage the soldiers to fight, instead of hesitating and suspicious here. We have ten cannons, three mortars, and five rocket launchers. Did you see the battle in the evening, and countless barbarian riders died under the guns of the Empire, and if it hadn't been for the early darkness, their casualties would have far outnumbered ours. ”

Seedorf was confident and comforted himself.

"But here's the problem, it's getting dark early......"

"All right! Tomorrow at dawn we must rush out and catch up with this barbarian force. Annihilate them. Then take advantage of the situation to find out their nest. ”

"This ......"

Turas tried to persuade, but was interrupted by Seedorf -

"It's an order. ”

He could only compromise.

At night, ruined towns, dilapidated houses, soldiers huddled together and kept warm by the fire. Looking up, it was an unfamiliar sky, and even the nebulae had dimmed. On the contrary, it was the strange evil moon, Mothrib, that stood exceptionally bright. As if you could reach out and pick it up, the glimmer of light illuminated the earth, like flowing green water, flowing on this strange wasteland.

Gradually, the warriors heard the distant and terrifying howl. Yes, that's a wolf howl. Moreover, it's not your average wolf howling, it's the Northlands ice wolf......

During the day, many soldiers had already seen their appearance. Twice the size of the average wolf, some have snow-white hair, some are gray-black, and some are brown or brown. A pair of eyes revealed a fierce red light.

They are a combination of strength and agility, and they are in no way inferior to war horses in running, and they have plenty of physical strength and stamina.

Although there has been no hand-to-hand combat, it is conceivable how much damage this thing will deal to the psychological defenses of the fighters if it rushes into the front. And at this moment, there was such a terrible wolf howl all around, like a devil, surrounding the camp of the legion......