When he received the top-secret report, Layton Lorenzo was in a state of extreme inaction, because there were so few things to report to Cohen, and the latter basically no longer paid attention to his job, and even his whereabouts were not disclosed.

Several people knew. Leiden read the report over and over again, finally made up his mind and left the underground palace along the secret underground passage.

At the other end of the passage is a tall platform built outside the city. Since that day, the Supreme Being of the Third Faith has been hanging out there. One of the important reasons why Leiden denounced Cohen so much is because he always stayed with a stonemason.

, looking at the stonemason carving various forms of seven statues of gods all day long, the total number is close to fifty, and I don’t know when it will end.

Sure enough, after exiting the passage, Layton saw Cohen, whom almost everyone wanted to see but could never see. He was dressed casually and was watching the old mason at work as usual. He even handed tools to others.

There was no sign of Leyden's arrival.

Layton stood behind Cohen. He struggled with the title for a while, but finally decided to keep things as usual.

"Good day, Your Majesty." He said softly, "The Liaison Department and the Staff Department reported that they have prepared a military operation at the Liva border in response to the current urgent situation. The goal is to clarify the strategic arrangements of the Merchant Corps..."

Cohen waved his hand to stop his report, and Layton closed the document: "One more thing - considering my leisure and the criticality of the situation, I request to go to the front line. After all, I still have a military rank...

"

"Your place is not there." Cohen's words were calm, but he could not refuse. "Compared with dying on the front line, it is more meaningful for you to do other things."

"I'd like to know what the mission is, if I may."

"Now is not the time."

Cohen just raised his hand, and Layton was helplessly defeated and left, complaining secretly.

"This is a good young man. He probably kicks things to vent his anger when he goes out... He is as old as my grandson." The old mason sighed, "I have been here for many days and I didn't even know you were the Supreme. It's all because of the Demon Alliance.

Many people have black hair and black eyes.”

"You are a cunning old man." Cohen said, "You are also a wise old man."

"You also have to have good skills." The stonemason laughed a few times, "Dear Your Majesty, in my life I have been carving ordinary people, fishermen by the river, strong young men who have won wrestling, and the little girl from the neighbor's house - but

I just never thought I would be caught carving a statue of a god!"

"I've seen it," Cohen said, "the fisherman holding a big fish that is similar to his own weight, the wrestling champion holding up his championship belt, and the little girl from the neighboring village... It's very vivid, and it reminds me of a lot of missed times.

People can sculpt more expressively than you, yes, charm, I need this."

"Uh - well, I didn't expect this. Those are just my shameful little thoughts." The old man sniffed, "My biggest surprise is that you will treat ordinary people as gods. When your people take me

When you came and told me that you wanted to carve a statue of a god, I was already prepared to die and not carve it for you... But now I feel that since I escaped from the Demon Palace, this is the most motivating thing I have done in my life!"

"I know why you ran away." Cohen rubbed a statue that was the same height as himself. "It doesn't have enough heat here. It doesn't look strong enough."

"This is a statue after all, or in other words, a stone carved by me. Your Majesty, it cannot completely meet your standards." The old stonemason said cautiously and worriedly, "If you want to get something from them, I can't.

, no one in the entire continent can do it - among humans, I don’t think there is anyone more powerful than you, who can also give you any inspiration."

"It's not me. These statues are for future humans to see. They have to withstand fire, flooding, and burial..." Cohen looked at the statues placed along the edge of the platform, his sharp eyes seeming to pierce through time and space.

, "So, let's discuss how to leave what you feel and what I feel to them."

"My pleasure, supreme."

Inaccessible wilderness often maintains a seemingly eternal beauty and silence. But as long as it is included in human vision, this silence and beauty will be crushed by iron hoofs. No wilderness can escape this fate.

, the only difference is just the time.

Because the flat terrain of the wilderness is really suitable for a battlefield, the swarming troops are the most obvious evidence - the ones running at the front are naturally the special reconnaissance group that made Adler anxious.

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"If you rush out of this wilderness, you will be supported by the legion. We are the fastest reconnaissance light cavalry. No one can outrun us!" The officers of the special reconnaissance regiment shouted, "Each team should pay attention to its own formation -

—Stay some strength and prepare for the impact!"

Ever since they encountered the first group of horse bandits with a similar number and took the initiative to retreat, the officers have been shouting like this. Because the horse bandits performed abnormally, not only had superior long-range attack capabilities, but they were also elite in melee combat.

.As soon as they clashed with each other, the special reconnaissance team lost dozens of people and suffered a moderate loss.

The commander of the reconnaissance group knew that the opponent was not an ordinary horse bandit, so he immediately withdrew from the battle. In fact, it was not impossible for the reconnaissance group to stay in place and fight the "horse bandits". It was not certain who would win in the end, but in that case

He violated his reconnaissance mission right away. Reporting this abnormal information to the legion was much more important than a tactical victory.

But this is how their misfortune began.

After withdrawing for more than ten or twenty miles and leaving the opponent out of sight, another group of horse bandits approached from the side, forcing the reconnaissance group to turn. Although the opponent's horses did not perform well, they could barely keep up with the reconnaissance group.

The situation of catching up with the attack did not happen...but the same drama was played out again and again. The reconnaissance team turned four times in a row. The commander thought very hard and considered for a long time before deciding to enter here.

The wilderness has a clear view, the terrain is relatively simple, and it is relatively difficult to be ambushed. If the "horse bandits" want to fight, they can only fight head-on. The reconnaissance team can also get the fastest speed if they want to escape - in the last reconnaissance patrol, they

Passed by here once.

However, when he stepped into this unfamiliar wilderness, the commander of the special reconnaissance group did not relax. Instead, he felt a gloominess spreading in his heart. The commander was an experienced military officer who had experienced many battlefields. Based on the existing enemy conditions, he

He deduced a possibility in his mind. Although the result was bloody and tragic, he did not say anything, but made the arrangements extremely calmly.

The flag following him moved, immediately triggering a response in the distance. The officers shouted orders: "Double arrows! The first team to the left, the second team to the right, the distance is 300 steps - execute!"

"Double arrows! The whole regiment stays in formation and rests, all rangers come out, the commandos change horses - execute!"

"Each team organizes their formation equipment and uses special communication methods - execute!"

Without much effort, the special reconnaissance team completed the adjustment of the combat formation. The magician accompanying the team summoned the communication hawk, and the two gargoyles also secretly glided towards the sky. Whether they could get in touch with the legion depended on luck.

The scouts who were not part of the commando team all went to the ground. They first gave themselves and their horses some food and drink, and then waited quietly in place... Whether there was an ambush or turning around to kill the pursuers, they had to let go now.

The horses need to take a breather, or everyone will have to become infantry.

After listening to a series of orders, the cavalrymen of the special reconnaissance regiment all understood their situation. What was wandering around was not a small group of "horse bandits". But everyone was not too pessimistic, because they were scouts and were being chased.

It is a normal phenomenon. Moreover, in addition to the trust in his own combat power, the scouts have a little luck and extravagant hope in their hearts: maybe the other party is just a few gangsters who do not know each other and bumped into each other because of coincidence!

When the physical strength of the men and horses gradually recovered, some of the rangers scattered around the reconnaissance group came back dragging smoke and dust. The resting cavalry stood up and looked around, hoping to see a good sign from the expressions of the returners. But the rangers

The cavalry passed by and ran directly to the commander's position.

"Sir, our situation is serious." The staff officer unfolded the map. "There are pursuers behind us, and there is also a troop coming from the right. It is estimated that if we advance less than twenty miles, we will be forced to turn again and enter the left side.

Hilly country—that's a good place for an ambush."

"There has been no response to our contact with the legion. The other party obviously intends to cut off all contact with us. So, what method can we use to get rid of it now?"

"The only way is to take the initiative to attack. We choose to carry out a frontal attack from the enemy's army! Only in this way can we disrupt their continuous plans and tear a hole in the opponent's unfinished encirclement." The staff officer said in a cold tone, "The enemy

The army is not a weak force. After the attack, we will also lose the ability to continue fighting. We can only approach the army as quickly as possible... we cannot take care of the wounded."

"Order the entire regiment to be lightly armed and only bring two days of food and water, and commanders at all levels will designate replacements." The commander's tone remained calm, and he issued the order, "With the commando as the forerunner, the entire regiment will form an assault formation, facing the right.

The enemy in front carries out a fierce attack!"

The special reconnaissance group took action, and the cavalry abandoned all unnecessary items and went on the road again. Compared with the previous wait, this clear combat order made them feel more at ease. The commander of the reconnaissance group has already arrived in the commando team, and he will personally command the first round

Assault - the so-called violent attack actually refers to an assault that leaves no gaps for attacks. Press forward with all your strength, there is no turning back!

Slowly putting on his gloves, the commander glanced at the cavalry around him, pressed his palm forward, "Let's go!"

"Wow..." The erected leader's flag pointed forward. In the wind, the emblem of the reconnaissance regiment was full and majestic.

The cavalry marching slowly, hunting the fluttering flags, and the more than 500 cavalrymen who turned slightly, flooded the wilderness like a torrent. They followed their commanders, wholeheartedly playing a role that belonged to the moment; every cavalryman thought that he

Seizing every opportunity in front of them, every warrior believes that he can get out of the current predicament with his own strength!

However, only those creatures flying high in the sky can see the real overall situation. The enemy is not far away!

The rangers who were exploring the path were the fastest combination in the whole group. At this moment, they were like broken chain beads, being thrown to the front half of the entire formation, trying their best to gather information for the troops behind them. Soon, they rushed in

The two rangers at the front made a discovery - the wind blew the grass low, and the traces of the cavalry were gradually revealed in the distance.

"The enemy has appeared." The staff officer's sharp eyes saw the signal first, "More than four hundred cavalry, nine miles ahead, moving slowly!"

"They are more tired than us, and there are fewer people than us." The commander said without thinking, "Slightly speed up."

The regularly waving military flag conveyed his order. Although this arrangement seemed a bit strange, the officers carried it out calmly - it was against combat regulations to accelerate before engaging the enemy, and the commander must have had other intentions.

"Seven miles away, the enemy's vanguard has discovered us!" On the undulating horseback, the staff officer continued to convey the information, "They are turning into an assault formation!"

"Keep the speed and formation!" the commander shouted, "You only have one chance, wait for my order!"

The foundation of the cavalry's combat power is their mounts, so before launching an attack, the riders must do everything possible to allow their mounts to accumulate strength. However, the shape of the battlefield changes rapidly, and nothing can be changed except the final outcome.

"The enemy's formation has been adjusted - it is slowly accelerating!" It is strange that the enemy is accelerating with us, but the reconnaissance team can't think about it at this time. With both sides accelerating at the same time, there is a huge gap between them.

The distance will be squeezed in an instant!

"Less than five miles away—in sight!"

The enemy troops that followed them like a shadow finally appeared in front of the reconnaissance regiment for the first time - they jumped out from the grass connecting to the horizon, one by one, they were close to each other, overlapping, filling a large section of the horizon!

At this moment when they were face to face with each other, the enemy army had given up the costume of horse bandits and wrapped themselves in a military uniform that had never appeared before. Outside the military uniform was a kind of exquisite and well-fitting light armor. Under those high-flying battle uniforms

On the flag, there are obvious words "Task Force Ninth Regiment"!

Whose task force they are is not important at all now. What is important is that their number is almost the same as that of the reconnaissance group. They even formed the same double-arrow attack formation as the reconnaissance group. It seems that these people are also using regular cavalry.

They claim that they want to compete with the reconnaissance group in an upright manner!

This is a frontal challenge that only exists between cavalry! There is no evasion, and there is no retreat!

"Fight! It's my mission!" The commander of the reconnaissance regiment replaced the order with a shout, and the flag behind him swirled in a circle.
To be continued...