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chapter eight

Another day passed. The senior officers headed by Martin Luther and I gathered together in the sunset and carefully considered our battle plan over and over again. Every detail was considered multiple times in order to achieve perfection.

A messenger ran towards us as fast as he could, holding in his hand the intelligence he had just received.

"It seems that there is no problem." I took the information passed by the messenger, looked at it, and said to everyone: "They are approaching at the time and method we arranged, and they have lost hundreds of people. They will be with us soon after dark.

When we came into contact, we were really very cooperative enemies."

"Boys," Martin Luther declared loudly, "Success and failure are here to fight! Cheer up!"

Looking at these officers with militant gleams in their eyes, I also wanted to say a few words of encouragement, but my words changed again: "Be well prepared, and no one will be missing at the celebration banquet!"

I looked at them one by one, trying to clearly remember each person's face.

"yes!"

The officers dispersed, leaving me and Martin Luther standing there.

In view of the actual situation of our army, I decided to abandon yesterday's combat method and fight this battle with the infantry combat method that our army is good at.

Of course, this will inevitably involve a lot of trouble, but the fruits of victory are so attractive that no amount of trouble is nothing compared to it.

A camp like the one in front of us, which we spent almost a whole day building today, is not far from yesterday's battlefield.

Not only is the scale and style exactly the same as the camp we captured yesterday, but some "facilities" have been added to it to ensure that the "friendly troops" returning from afar feel at home.

"What are you thinking about?" Martin Luther asked me next to me.

"I'm thinking that we should have a special engineering force to do these things." I pointed to the newly built camp and said to him: "Unprofessional laymen can move much slower."

"Oh?" Martin Luther was a little surprised: "At this time, what you care about is not the battle in front of you?"

"What's there to worry about?" Looking into his eyes, a smile appeared on my face: "We will definitely win!"

This is not blind confidence. This close combat mode was what I was best at in my previous life. With careful arrangements, I am sure of victory!

"Hahahaha!" Martin Luther laughed a little exaggeratedly: "Let's go! We should get ready."

I curse the weather!

I was riding on a very ordinary war horse, wearing a full set of iron armor. Although it was the standard equipment of the empire's mid-level officers, the workmanship of this set of armor was really not very good. There were frighteningly large gaps at each joint.

You can put your fingers in and out at will.

The wind picked up, and there was sometimes gravel and dust. I couldn't help but pull down my face protector, and a few strands of dyed brown hair got through the gaps in the armor on my forehead, messing with my brown hair that was equipped with crystal pieces.

The eyes are swaying...

I have been waiting here for a long time. Waiting is one of the things I hate most.

The war horse under his crotch screamed and shook his neck uneasily. That was because the night wind brought a faint dull sound of horse hooves from a distance.

"Are you nervous?" I said to the adjutant beside me: "It's just the two of us."

"A little bit!" The adjutant's voice was a little scattered in the wind: "But, I'm not afraid!"

"Remember." I patted his shoulder: "We are the key now, the key to the door to victory!"

The adjutant nodded and said to me: "Sir, I understand! I'm glad you chose me to cooperate with you. My name is Colter, and I'm ready."

"Really? Let's go!"

With my horse under my back, I rushed towards a group of light cavalry advancing in the distance. Colter followed closely behind me.

I held the horse's reins with both hands and slowly approached the oncoming cavalry at an unhurried pace.

Colter had already unfurled an infantry regiment flag representing his status in the wind. This was found after we broke through the camp yesterday. It was planted on the watchtower. Unlike its previous owner, it was almost brand new.

We were close enough to where we could see each other clearly, which was a light cavalry team of fifty or sixty people. Colter began to wave the flag in his hand in a special way, and the other party also responded with a flag.

The two sides passed by each other, and with the horse's head in hand, I made a big circle and reached the side of the leading officer of the other side.

"Is it avant-garde?" I asked loudly.

"Yes! From the camp?" the officer answered me, and I could feel a hint of fatigue in his voice. Unlike my armor, his armor was khaki, and it was magic armor.

"Of course!" I lifted up my face shield, which was an action that could gain more trust: "What's the situation like?"

"They're all behind." The officer raised his left hand and pointed behind him with his thumb: "There are constant troubles along the way, it's very hard!"

"Colter!" I nodded to the officer with a concerned look on my face, and said to Colter: "Take a few brothers ahead and report to the commander that the brothers will be here soon. Let the camp be ready.

Food and a place to rest!”

"Yes!" Kurt nodded and left quickly with a dozen "brothers".

We all stayed where we were and waited for the large group behind us.

"Sir, there's not much loss this time, right?" I asked the officer wearing magic armor.

"Forget it, it's so damn bad!" He spat hard on the ground following the wind: "It was fine when I went in, but when I came back, I was attacked by untouchables and some winged men flying in the sky.

The sand people hiding in the sand! Not only are they exhausted, but they also lost hundreds of brothers!"

"It's good to come back! It's good to come back!" After hearing this, I comforted him kindly: "Just rest in the camp and I'll make sure you're full of energy in no time."

"You don't know!" He took off his helmet, revealing his fleshy face, and sighed: "With our General Harlick's temper... Fortunately, we didn't come back empty-handed this time."

How do I know these inside stories? It's safe to make a fortune just by keeping silent.

Maybe it was because he was thinking about what happened after he returned. No one spoke to the other party anymore. In the silence, time passed slowly... "They are here!" the officer pointed to the distance and said to me.

I looked along his hand, and a cavalry formation with a somewhat scattered formation began to appear in my eyes.

"It seems that the pursuers did not dare to cross the border and pursue us." The officer said happily: "They are moving slowly."

"We'd better go to the camp to prepare first!" I said to him: "Just leave a few people to give them news."

How dare I stay? Although my acting skills are good, if I show my flaws, all my efforts will be wasted.

"Okay!" The officer, who was exhausted by fatigue, happily accepted my suggestion.

Yes, who doesn’t want to rest early after a long march?

"I will let you rest well and rest forever." I said in my heart.

"It's coming! It's coming!" The person guarding the gate of the camp was Mafa: "Hurry up and open the door!"

A group of people passed through the gate and were led by me to the stable. Outside the stable, there were more than a dozen rows of horse tying posts arranged neatly.

Is it enough for the enemy to tie up the horse? Once the cavalry dismounts...haha, then it is like a phoenix with no feathers, not as good as a chicken!

Besides, those are thousands of horses! Darling, you’ve made a lot of money.

"How about we go see a resting place?" After tying up the horse, I said to the officer: "There is also food."

"Yeah!" The officer swallowed dryly and said, "Go and have a look."

I took them to the other side of the camp and introduced him along the way.

"Look, this open space here is prepared for you to stack items. It is in the center of the camp and is very safe! Over there, yes, that is where the soldiers eat. Do you think the space is enough?"

"That's almost enough!" the officer answered me.

"Ah! Here we are." I led him to several large tents: "This is where officers rest and have meals. How about it? Is the space enough?"

"Let me do the math..." The officer looked at the sizes of several tents and counted his fingers: "There are more than 70 junior officers, about 20 mid-level officers, plus four leaders leading the team... that's enough

!”

"As long as it's enough! As long as it's enough!" I muttered, and winked at Jack beside me. Jack trotted away and went to find Martin Luther with the number of enemy officers.

"Would you like to eat something first?" I asked someone to bring a bowl of thick broth and handed it to the officer wearing magic armor: "You look hungry. Take off your armor too!"

"Wait!" He shook his head stubbornly: "The superiors haven't arrived yet, just give me some water."

I watched him drink gulps of water and tried not to think about anything. Basically, except for his appearance, this officer was pretty good.

I have resisted asking his name because... no matter what the reason is for killing someone, you will always feel something in your heart afterward. It is a feeling that cannot be dispelled. I don't like it. Maybe any normal person would.

I won’t like it. But if I don’t know the other person’s name, I might be able to get rid of him earlier.

When he raised the bowl again, the enemy's large army had already begun to enter the camp gate.

"The officers are here!" He put down the bowl and said to me, "Let's go and greet them."

We jogged all the way and came to the commander who was guarded by a group of personal soldiers.

"Report sir!" The officer saluted the man on the horse: "The infantry battalion has prepared food and a place to rest! My subordinates have seen it and everything is normal!"

"Where are their heads?" The man on the horse is dressed in white and has a cold and arrogant expression. Is this my opponent?

"Report!" It was my turn to appear: "Our commander separated from us early in the morning to pick you up! Maybe he didn't meet you where he was. But don't worry, I have sent someone to inform the commander! He has already sent someone to inform the commander!

You can arrive in due time!"

"Aren't you here?" The officer in white looked at me suspiciously, and after a moment's thought, he was about to speak.

My heart almost rose to my throat.

At this moment, an officer next to the officer in white leaned over and said softly: "The soldiers are too tired, and the horses can't hold on!"

The officer in white clothes had no choice but to get off his horse and said what I had been waiting for for a long time: "Eat and rest! The man never takes off his armor, and the horse never leaves the saddle!"

"Come here!" I called to the soldiers on my side: "Take the officer's horse to the stable."

"No need." The officer in white handed his horse to one of his guards: "Your commander, Mr. Ligu, is he okay?"

"It's okay! But our commander's name is Vincent!" I replied loudly, I was already on guard against this move from you!

He nodded in relief and walked into the tent prepared for them under my leadership.

After arranging everything, I retreated. From a distance, I saw the cavalry tying up their horses and walking to the side of the field to eat. There was only a small group of people guarding dozens of horses carrying large sacks in the center of the camp.

Mafa walked up to me and whispered to me: "Everyone has come in, the camp door has been closed."

I nodded and took Mafa to a small tent.

The tent was crowded with people, and everyone's face was covered with sweat.

"What? Are you scared?" I joked while putting on my black armor.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just bored." Moya said with a grimace.

I chuckled and said, "I'll take you out for some fresh air right away."

"Boss!" Mafa looked out through a small hole in the tent: "They all ate it!"

"Let them eat!" I said, "otherwise the food will be wasted."

"But..." Moya said slowly, "Boss, is it really okay to feed them that kind of food?"

"What's not allowed? You remember, you all remember." I looked at all the people around me: "For me, as long as my soldiers can die less, even if it's one less person, it doesn't matter.

I am willing to do it! You must do the same in the future, no matter what method you use, and no matter what others think, as long as it is beneficial to us, you can do it! Other personal reputations and so on... throw them away from me from now on!

"

"yes!"

Who would have thought that this passage would create the first Chief Justice of the Principality in the future, the "Despicable Justice" - Jack, as more people called him. (To be continued)


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