"Put on your armor!" Winsly held a pair of black iron cavalry soft armor in her hand: "This is what the master made for you and Fichet a few days ago."
There was a lot of noise in the camp outside, and everyone was doing their own thing. The soldiers who were scheduled to set out with me were sorting out their equipment, and those who stayed behind in the Dark City were setting up defenses under the command of the officers.
Wensley helped me put on the armor, and with Kelly's help, she tightened my belt. The two of them were busy for a while with more than a dozen buckles going up and down.
"Your weapon." Feilin hung the black iron sword on my waist.
I made a gesture and it didn't feel very good. So I took off the knife and hung it diagonally on my back.
"What's going on here..." I said to the three wives, "I'll leave it to you!"
"Don't worry, we are here." Felin answered me: "When you come back, this will still be the dark city of Korn Keda!"
"Be careful. Although the people left behind have taken up arms, they are all newcomers." After hesitating, I gently touched her face with my hand, but Feilin did not avoid it like before.
"The same goes for you. When I come back, I want the three of you to greet me together." I turned to Wensley and Kelly and said, "No one is missing!"
"Cohen!" As I strode out, Feline suddenly called me loudly, with a lot of things in her voice.
His body paused for a moment, wanting to hear what she had to say, but worried that after hearing it, he would never be able to go on another expedition.
"If you have anything to say, wait until I come back to tell you!" I left these words cruelly and walked out of the tent.
I have to rush to the border to join a detachment of cavalry stationed there. Going with me are more than 500 cavalrymen, most of whom are temporarily recruited. In addition, there is also an officer corps of less than 100 people, led by the current army.
Composition of trainee officers under study.
"Everything is ready!" Grandpa Red-Nosed said to me while riding on his horse: "How do you explain?"
"No problem!" I got on my horse and said, "Get ready to go!"
"Lord Governor!" Mogadi ran towards me and said: "The Wingman scouts have been lifted into position!"
I nodded. These wingman scouts will guide us in the direction together with the ground rangers we sent earlier to avoid premature encounters with the enemy.
"Mr. Governor, the defense of the Dark City construction site will be completed soon!" Wadi also came over to report to me. The dwarves are good at melee combat, but it would be difficult to defend them if they traveled long distances, so I left them to defend.
"Wadi, listen carefully!" I said to him: "Other construction sites can evacuate, but not here. Because the entire dark province is watching here, and once this place collapses, the darkness will be complete! Do you understand?
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"clear!"
"Fichet, take care of yourself." Looking at Fichet sitting on the fence on one side, I said softly: "Please!"
"Let's go!" He waved to me: "There are tens of thousands of people here!"
"Okay!" I gently pinched the horse's belly with my feet and walked towards the front of the team: "Let's go!"
"Go--go!" As the orderer sounded his trombone, the flag bearer at the front of the cavalry raised his flag high. A wingman jumped down from a high altitude and crossed the team in a straight line diagonally for us.
Pointing out the direction. With a long hiss, the flag bearer rushed out first!
The horses galloped! Because the horses' hooves had been wrapped with cloth in advance, the cavalry of several hundred people only made a low and dull sound.
Winged man scouts scouted the sky, and the team rushed to the assembly area in a straight line without worrying about encountering enemies.
In every river or difficult-to-travel area, the cyclists who set off first found the most accessible route and left marks, which saved us a lot of time.
After going to and from the construction site several times, my riding skills were only so-so. Coupled with the guidance of the 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, my whole body was exhausted.
My bones are almost falling apart...
After paying the painful price of more than ten people falling off their horses and getting injured, we finally arrived at the meeting point - a relatively hidden large valley, slightly ahead of schedule.
"Everyone rest immediately! Pay attention to the diet of the war horses!" Grandpa Red-nosed, who has rich experience, told the orderer, while I held on to my stiff body and walked towards the several officers who greeted me.
"Governor!" The officers made a fist with their right hand and flattened their left chest to give me a military salute.
An officer asked me: "Who is..."
"Martin!" I said politely: "He was an imperial general, my wife's grandfather, and also your deputy commander!"
The officer opened his mouth wide: "Martin? Is he General Martin Luther, who dominated our country decades ago? One of the four famous generals of the God's Alliance? My father even served as his bodyguard!"
Martin Luther? I just couldn’t figure it out. His surname was Luther, so why were Feline and Kelly named Lorna? I looked back at the old man who was still explaining something to his subordinates, and I couldn’t help but feel even more confused.
Half of the headquarters followed me. This is the main battlefield.
Use a long rope to draw a larger open space, and intelligence and orders begin to come in and out here, tightly connecting the entire area governed by the Dark City.
Previously, the only winged scouts I had managed on a whim played a huge role. Only they could detect enemy traces in the vast sky, and only they could find our scattered troops on the endless plains and convey orders from the headquarters.
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I can't imagine how this battle would have been fought without this small force.
"Report! The enemy's main force has looted the forest and mines and begun to retreat." An officer said to us.
"You are right." Grandpa Red-Nosed's finger drew the enemy's retreat route on the map: "They will not retreat along the same route!"
"The other side knows that we don't have enough troops and can't completely intercept them." I said with a smile: "We can only concentrate all the troops to chase them, or ambush them on their retreat route. But they are light cavalry and can use their speed to get rid of our pursuers.
, not to mention that they planned this strange route to make our ambush fail!"
On the map, I have marked all the enemy's routes in red. The thick line, as bright as blood, starts from the side of the Harlick fiefdom near the dark moon, and goes straight to the forest and mines in a nearly straight line, and then to a large nearby
After turning around the Dark City and turning back, entering the entrance of the desert, crossing a short section of the desert, and then returning to the connection point in the Halik fief, the distance between the end and the starting point was actually more than 500 miles wide!
"The opponent's commander is really a smart guy!" Grandpa Red-Nosed sighed and said, "Tell me your countermeasures!"
"What we have to do now," I said, "is to help them complete this retreat!"
"Oh?" As if he didn't see the surprised looks in the officers' eyes around him, Grandpa Red-Nosed, or should I call him General Martin Luther, approached me as if he was seeing delicious wine: "Say it!"
"Everyone, come and see!" I called everyone to stand in front of the map: "The opponent's strategy is very thorough and complete. First sneak in from the border near the dark moon. I think they should sneak in in batches because of our reconnaissance there.
Although they are lax, it is not impossible. It is very likely that their main force was only discovered by us when they were gathering."
"According to the other party's assumptions, and with our reactions and capabilities, we can only strengthen the defense of the Dark City's main construction site during this period and cannot do anything else. It can be said that all of this is within the other party's plan!"
"But..." Grandpa Red-Nosed continued what I said: "The other party didn't expect that we discovered the unit that was responding to them a day earlier, let alone that we learned their complete conspiracy from this unit!"
"That's it!" I said, "So we have an extra day, and that's why we are here."
"Do you want to...kill him here without leaving a single piece of him behind!" Grandpa Red-Nosed's finger stopped at the enemy's connection point in the Harlick fiefdom.
I nodded.
"I ordered the elves and wingmen to keep chasing, just to make them run all the way without a moment's rest." I explained my idea to the officers around me. These guys are my capital in the future.
"Those who have benefited from it will become afraid of death, and they will retreat as soon as they grab the ore. However, we have cleared all the places they passed on their way, and they will not get any supplies and will be very tired."
"Won't they change course?" an officer asked.
"Have you forgotten our alien friends?" I said with a smile: "Under the pursuit of the alien friends, they had no time to change their route!"
"When will we attack?" another officer asked.
"When they return to their own territory," I said, "the body will be extremely tired and the mind will relax..."
"Can't we ambush in other places?" This guy still didn't give up: "Wouldn't it cause trouble if we cross the border?"
"An attack in other places will cost us a huge price. Our troops have not fought yet." I shrugged: "Compared with the lives of my soldiers, crossing the border is nothing! If necessary, I will kill it."
Leke was tied up and sold as a pig in the market!"
The officers laughed loudly at my words.
Ever since I was trained by my father on my wedding night, I have not spoken foul language for a long time as I pay attention to everything.
When I said this sentence, I felt energetic all over without even realizing it.
"Let's kill the enemies here first." When everyone was laughing, I said, "Let's win a small victory first to boost morale!"
This is Harik's fiefdom, five miles behind the enemy's connection point. We have just arrived and are taking a short rest.
"Poof", an enemy infantryman tied into a rice dumpling was thrown by Jack at my feet. His face looked miserable.
"Sir!" Jack said: "This pig head is the enemy's messenger and was just captured!"
"Did you ask me anything?" Since I put down the face shield of my helmet, my voice sounded a little strange.
"You won't even say it to death!" Jack looked a little discouraged, "Oh? You're not afraid of death..." I was a little surprised, but well, I've seen a lot of people who are not afraid of death.
"Hmm..." I thought for a while and said to Jack: "Go find some tough branches."
Jack went to find what I wanted. When he heard that a prisoner had been captured, the officers gathered around him, but the prisoner remained calm and just stared at the sky with his dead fish eyes.
"Sir!" Jack ran back: "Give you a branch!"
I held the branch in my hand and said to Jack: "Listen carefully. You also need to learn how to execute a person to extract a confession. This is a very serious knowledge."
Jack and the officers were stunned...
"For example! Like now." I continued: "He won't tell, but we want to know, what should we do? Execution has become our only choice. But we have to be more careful and professional before bringing him
While experiencing great pain, it did not cause too much damage to his body..."
At this time, Dead Fish Eye's body began to tremble slightly.
"Because we need to keep asking until he says it." I didn't intend to let him go: "Who cut these branches into toothpicks? The thinner the better."
While the officers were laughing and joking about peeling toothpicks, I had asked someone to put a larger branch horizontally in the dead fish-eye's mouth and tie it behind his head with a piece of cloth. This way he could not scream but could still breathe.
Talking, more importantly, can prevent him from biting his tongue.
After the toothpick was sharpened, I called Moya over. The person who carried out the execution must be chosen well. Not just anyone can bear this.
"It was your biggest mistake that you didn't commit suicide the moment you were caught." I said to Dead Fish Eyes, "If you don't tell me now, you will be in a dilemma between life and death."
Small beads of sweat appeared on his dead fish-eyed forehead, but he still remained silent.
"Grab his hair and put it on the ground!" I told my men expressionlessly: "Press his hands down... Yes! Moya, execution!"
Moya looked at me in confusion, holding a toothpick in his hand and not knowing where to start.
Sighing secretly, I decided to show them. I took a toothpick and pinched a finger with a dead eye. I put the toothpick under his nail, looked at Moya, and stabbed it in slowly.
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"Ten fingers connect to the 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.
After pricking it with one finger, my eyes were wet with sweat. And I switched to the other hand and continued.
Dead Fish Eyes struggled, although he was so powerless under the hands of several sturdy men, but he still persisted in struggling, as if that could alleviate some of the feeling coming from his fingers.
Four thorns were stabbed... Dead Fish Eye wanted to hit his head on the ground, but the pulled hair prevented this from happening. His scalp was torn, a trace of blood flowed from the wound, and a sound came from his mouth...
...but not what I want.
By the seventh finger, the look in the dead fish eyes had lost its strength... only despair remained. The officers around him had retreated far away. The corners of Moya's mouth were twitching slightly, but he persisted and did not retreat.
"Take off his shoes." When Dead Fish Eyes, who was about to collapse, heard my words, he couldn't hold back anymore and started to cry loudly. I only took one step forward, and he immediately said vaguely.
Get the information we need...
After obtaining the most direct information and confirming it, Grandpa Red-Nosed and I assigned tasks to the officers. Some soldiers left under the leadership of their commanders, and the rest formed a neat formation and walked slowly forward...
Where we left, a lifeless body was buried. He had a strong will and a loyal heart. He was almost a perfect soldier. His only mistake was following the wrong commander.
The enemy infantry camp was already visible, and Martin Luther nodded to me.
"Raid!" I raised my hand in the air and struck it down hard! (To be continued)