"The troops that had retreated from the front were all broken, the morale of the soldiers fell to the point that they could not be found, and the officers simply refused to fight. ”

The old sergeant shook his head and recounted the terrible rumors he had heard from the withdrawn Forward soldiers.

All sorts of insidious and cunning traps, sudden explosions, villages burned to ashes, wells that were either sealed or poisoned. Ranged attack magic shot out of nowhere, specially selected for heralds and officers. Occasionally, he deliberately deviated slightly from the vital position, and then shot the people who rushed to the rescue one by one.

After successes, the attackers grew emboldened, picking whatever time they liked.

Camping, eating, going to the toilet, sleeping - any time it is possible to relax, the head of an unfortunate person will suddenly burst open, and the nearest guy will have blood and brains sprayed in the face.

In this way, the attackers reminded the Castilians that they should never forget their deposits.

The Castilians were furious and organized several cavalry round-ups and pursuits, but the results were not good, and the good cavalry was sent to the pit.

This almost endless game of cat and mouse almost broke the nerves of the Castilians, who had to be on high alert at all times before finding and killing their attackers, and all qiē activities, including physiological requirements, were carried out in teams and in shifts. All the soldiers kept their eyes open, carefully searched for any possible enemy hiding place, crossed their fingers in suspicion to count the passage of time, and waited with anticipation for the arrival of the night or the order to retreat......

The old sergeant sighed inwardly, and he remembered the Castilian expression—numb, hollow. Like a walking corpse that has had its soul drained. Most of the other soldiers who had been replaced were like that, ignoring their surroundings and letting their allies watch them walk by with a dismal expression.

An officer waved his hand for the sergeant to stand back, and the thick felt was quickly lifted and lowered, and the dim light could not even illuminate the face.

- Thanks to the enemy's observation of the figure in the tent and the blowing of a viscount's skull, no one will turn on the magic lamp anymore.

"What do you think, William?"

The middle-aged officer's low, hoarse voice vibrated in the darkness.

"This opponent is a little troublesome, it's like a wolf cub of a pack of snow-toothed wolves. ”

A pun on the evaluation.

The people in this camp have been in the mountains and forests for many years, and they have heard about the snow wolf for the first time in their lives. It all comes from the mother's smile or crying. Those intelligent, murderous dangerous species are thought to be trying to swallow the brains of people. in order to gain wisdom. They are the most challenging prey for hunters and fierce predators who often take livestock and take human lives.

The snow wolf is very good at co-hunting in a flickering manner, and has a sharp sense of smell, hearing, and outrageously good endurance, making it the perfect killing machine. These dangerous species often harass hunters with non-stop attacks day and night. By the time humanity is exhausted and negligent. Immediately, they swooped down like lightning and bit off people's necks.

It is possible to compare the enemy with such a dangerous species. It is an affirmation of the strength of the opponent, but also an abhorrence of the very similar style of action between the two.

Charlemagne's raiders behave in much the same way as snow-toothed wolves hunt, constantly depleting and exhausting their opponents. Set a trap in front of you and wait for your weakened opponent to automatically pull the throat to the fangs.

"This battle cannot be fought like this, and continuing to march rashly will lead the team to death. ”

The officers chimed in.

After receiving the order to advance, they had marched for two days and two nights, and although they were now less than a day's march from Azugarana, they were exhausted by the arduous march, allowing such a tired army to rush through traps, snipe, and then attack the enemy army that was fully prepared......

Even if this is a special foreign army that adheres to extreme military discipline, but as a militia, it has many good practices that even professional soldiers cannot match, and it is unbearable to feel this.

"We deserve at least 12 hours of rest, so going to the battlefield is simply sending us to death!!"

After the concluding remarks, everyone stared at the commander together. After a moment of deathly silence, a middle-aged man with a beard who looked like an old country peasant rather than a soldier stood up, his red garment embroidered with a white cross on his chest illuminated by a magic lamp.

Serres Cross.

Any soldier on the battlefield will be a sign of fear. All the guys who underestimated this army that came out of the mountains are now in hell with remorse. Countless arrogant knights fell under their spears and halberds, and their feat of stubbornly maintaining their formation despite the intensive attacks of magicians has almost become an immortal battlefield myth.

The only thing that is slightly regrettable is that the hard-line style of these people who do not leave prisoners has also spread the reputation of the Seres mercenaries as ruthless, cruel, and aggressive throughout the continent, so that the troops who encounter them often resist desperately, and those trapped beasts who realize that there is no way to survive often cause them unnecessary casualties.

Commander William asked in the low, heroic voice of a mountain man: "Our employer, King Philip II of Castile, has ordered the best troops to come to the aid of the besieged Azugrana, and to teach Charlemagne's roosters a lesson, and this is all of you present." Do you want me to say to them, 'You're wrong.'"

The officers were silenced.

Despite all the bad problems and bad reputation of the mercenary profession, the mercenary still values his honor quite a lot. Asking them to admit that they are inferior to others is more uncomfortable than killing them, and given the visibility and business reputation of the time they will be hired in the future, they will have to meet the requirements of their current employer as much as possible.

A day later, the banner with a white cross on a red background and the flags of the Seres states and guilds appeared on the horizon. The Seres mercenaries, accustomed to fighting against the wind, shook off the traps and the hunting battalion and appeared on the battlefield. After much suffering, this army completely lost the interest and strength to attack, and began to rest in place, waiting for the arrival of the follow-up army.

Opposite them, Officer Titans saw the red and white cross banner and the Rulin spear through the monocular and immediately dismissed the idea of having the boring GIs dig the 13th trench. They blew their whistles, and a large group of blackshirts quickly entered the infantry trenches, picking up the tongs and putting the finishing touches on their new weapons. Some of the soldiers who were overtrained by the instructors and talked to themselves all day long at the rod in their hands even offered passionate kisses to the guys in their hands.

Soon, they will teach the battlefield old-timers on the other side what is the romance of men...... (To be continued......)

PS: Guess the small theater

Li Lin: Last time, the winners were poor Nameless, Rookie Fox, and ZJT123, congratulations to the three!!

Nidhogg: Today's question 1.Who made up the game of burying mines in iron mines and spontaneous combustion in coal mines? (hint: long ears pretend to be innocent...... A certain monkey said that the nickname of "three kills" that specializes in the world's third is not called in vain) Question 2.What is the prototype of the Serres mercenary? (hint: until now it is the group of people in the Vatican Papal Guard...... Let's do it, everybody!