Section 65 Justification

At noon, the group camped in a hillside.

The commander of the team, Flint, looked a little agitated. Although it was he who ordered the march mainly at night, early in the morning, and at dusk, and camped for most of the day. But in reality, he didn't know why he was doing it. This unconventional approach had obvious drawbacks, the most obvious being the fact that the march was greatly slowed down.

Experienced people can tell that they are moving at half the speed. This is because it is a very dangerous behavior to march fast at night, and it is easy to lead accidents such as horse falls, so at night, you can't go too fast, or even lead the horse on foot. Although the grassland is flat, there are many pits, rocks, shrubs, and so on. For example, the most common and dangerous pits -- those prairie rats do this kind of thing a lot. If you step on those dangerous rat holes, the galloping war horse will break its legs and feet.

Doing this stupid thing for days on a row caused a lot of grumbling in the team, and even Flint felt a lot of pressure.

Flint is the highest-ranking Chosen One on the team, which is why he became a commander. He is still young and has a lot of potential. In his previous battles with the Sadistic Gang, he killed multiple enemies in one go, earning the praise of the Prince of Joy and his Chaos armor. He then killed the Chaos Lord Artorian in an unexpected conflict. With this feat, he instantly became a Chosen Warrior. In just a few months, he rose two levels in a row, and suddenly became a Chosen Warrior and the number two person in the tribe. The speed of promotion is truly impressive. And who can guarantee what he will achieve in the end?

But, on the other hand, because the promotion was so fast that he didn't have a real henchman. Yes, many people admired him, worshipped him, and saw him as an idol and the hope of the tribe, but it was also for this reason that the pressure was clearly felt.

More than one person has expressed to him positively, or indirectly, that he can't go on like this. They're on a dangerous sneak attack. Slowly and slowly, maybe the hunter and the prey will change one by one.

If Flint was really the commander, he would have accepted those opinions. Because it's so stupid. The problem is, he knows that he is just a puppet, like a marionette, pretending to be under the control of the other hand. For unknown reasons (and he didn't dare ask), the Chaos Lord Ashrufat refused to lead them himself, and let him serve as the commander in name only.

Dinner, though it should have been lunch in real terms, ended in a hurry. With the exception of a few who are responsible for odd things like tending to the horses, the others have begun to rest.

Although it was midday, the exhaustion after a long night's drive made most of them fall asleep quickly.

Flint was in his tent—not the camp's kind of tent with bits and pieces of furniture, but a very small tent for marching—when he saw Moore enter.

"Flint," as the oldest Chaos warrior in the tribe, Moore is also a bit of an old man, and he has also watched Flint grow up. "It can't go on like this. ”

"Why not?"

"Everybody's getting more and more worried. Moore explained. "Even if we were to rush at full speed, the so-called 'sneak attack' would have been difficult to succeed. It is even more impossible for us to take off like this now. There are only so many of us, you see, the Sons of Plunder are a big tribe. Yes, when we set out, their camp was empty, but as soon as they pulled a force back from somewhere, we were left in a trap. ”

"Throw yourself into the net. Flint repeated the word. This word is not overused. Honestly, if it weren't for a Chaos Lord who was driving this, Flint would definitely be against this brave sneak attack.

"But we're ...... now It's been delaying for so long. Flint thought for a moment and replied. The others were fine, but Moore was an elder in the tribe and couldn't simply go back.

"So it can't be delayed any longer. Moore said. "This sneak attack was only half of the chance of success - even half of it would be an exaggeration, and now we have a half chance at best. If you continue to grind like this, you won't even have this half of a chance. Unless you didn't plan on a sneak attack at all. ”

Flint hesitated, not knowing what to answer.

"Sue me, what's going on?" Moore was still a Chaos Warrior, but all these years were not in vain. He sensed certain signs from Flint's hesitation.

"It has to be done. Flint sighed and replied. "Otherwise, we will lose. ”

"This must be done? We must walk through it so slowly, and when we arrive, we will see that the Sons of Maraud are ready for battle?Flint, if we march at full speed, we may have a chance to beat them off guard, but now we don't even have the slightest chance to do so. ”

"We only have the only chance to win if we are slow. ”

Moore stared at Flint and didn't speak. But this silence itself creates a psychological pressure.

"I'm the commander. Flint took a deep breath and replied. "I know what kind of responsibility I have to bear. When the battle breaks out, I must be the first, and if we are to retreat, I must be the rear. And this battle is at stake for the survival of the entire tribe, because almost all of our warriors are here. If we fail, then ......"

"Hopefully you're right. Moore finally spoke. He stopped talking and turned away.

Flint sighed. In fact, he himself felt a strong sense of unease. Was this really a sneak attack? Or could it really be a "sneak attack"? Moore was right, the sons of plunder only had to send a force back at will—perhaps they didn't even need to send a force back, and just need to be vigilant, and it would be enough to deal with such a weak and arrogant enemy.

Flint didn't know why he was doing such a stupid thing. However, Ashruphat is a Chaos Lord, and if he says he should do it, he should do it. Flint had no reason to think he was wiser than Ashrufat. However, this is really too contrary to common sense.

He took off the last part of his armor and poked his head out of the tent. The makeshift camp was silent, except for the sound of snoring.

Because it was broad daylight, only one sentry stood guard at a distant slope top to observe the surrounding movements. During the day, this is enough, and a pair of eyes is enough to see a large area.

Flint quietly walked to a tent next to him. When he walked in, he was not surprised to see Ashrufat sitting on the ground thinking about something. When Ashrufat saw him come in, he bowed his head slightly, and did not say anything.

"Your Excellency. Flint asked in a soft voice. "They were all suspicious. ”

"Well, find a way to delay. Ashruphat nodded, indicating that he already knew.

"My lord, please allow me to offend...... But...... I want to know...... Why would you do that?" asked Flint tentatively. "If you want to sneak attack, shouldn't you speed it up?"

"Scouts. Ashrufat replied. "The situation is tense and there are too many scouts. If you march quickly, no matter how fast you are, you can't move faster than magic communication. On the contrary, if we are so slow, the scouts will not immediately report it with magic, but will try to find out where we are going first. This gives us an opportunity. ”

"But ......"

"Look at this. Ashrufat casually took a bunch of things out of his saddlebag and threw them away.

"These are...... Magic communication scrolls?" Flint recognized at a glance. This is not difficult to identify, because the shamans of the tribe, also known as Asowen, often spend time making such things. The scrolls are of different sizes and styles, and at first glance they are the work of different shamans - which means they are from different tribes.

"Well, that's last night's takeaway. Ashrufat replied. "We've certainly encountered scouts along the way, and there are quite a few of them. ”

The scroll is here, what will be the fate of the owner of the scroll? Well, it seems that you don't have to guess to know.

"Flint, as I said last time, in the South, there is a book called the 'Book of War' that records the wisdom of the predecessors in war. The main point is that there are many real cases of war. According to these military documents, when the difference in combat power reaches three times, the possibility of victory in frontal combat is lost. In other words, in the case of a threefold difference in combat strength, the skillful arrangement of troops, the encouragement of the first soldiers, and the courage of the whole army...... And so on and so forth, all of which would normally be a way of winning. The only option is to defend against a fortified city (or treacherous terrain). However, in this world, there are always some unlucky people who have to face this kind of battle with a difference of three times or more in combat power. The vast majority of them were naturally defeated - needless to mention, but there were a few other rare examples of battles in which they won battles with a difference of three times or more. ”

Flint listened with bated breath.

"Some of these examples of victories are serendipitous situations that cannot be repeated. Let's say an earthquake, a meteorite, a flood, or something. But others are repeatable...... Let's say, sneak attack. The book of war says, 'Surprise and unpreparedness,' which means that if the situation is eventually formed for which the opponent is not mentally prepared, then the weaker side will be able to defeat the stronger opponent. It is difficult for any army to cope with a sudden attack by the enemy without preparation. In this kind of surprise attack, the attacker's side will have an absolute advantage at the beginning. ”

"The balance of power is too great. Ashrufat continued. "We have no choice but to sneak attack. But the key to a sneak attack is not whether you are fast or slow, the key is whether the enemy is prepared or not. If we are prepared, then it is useless for us to run fast, and if we are not prepared, it doesn't matter if we take off slowly. ”

"I see, I'm sorry, my lord. Flint bowed his head and apologized.

"It's going to last a few more days. Ashrufat said. There was another reason he didn't say, and that was because it took time to silently panic the deception of the main force. As he expected, each scout carried only one or two, and at most only three—on the Chaos side, magic teleportation scrolls were also relatively precious items (in fact, this is also normal, with the structure of the Chaos tribe, wizards must not have enough time, energy, and material conditions like the magicians of the church). This means that scouts wouldn't have used this kind of thing unless they were in an emergency or had a serious discovery.

"Remember, before you fight, you must emphasize ...... Unnecessary casualties should be minimized. ”