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.
"Fight! It's my mission!" All the cavalry shouted in response, raising their bows and drawing arrows at the same time!
"The enemy! He is my darling!" the commander shouted again, raising the flag behind him.
"The enemy! You are my darling!" All the cavalrymen cocked their arrows and spread their feet outward, revealing the spurs on the heels of their boots!
"We can fight to the death! But we cannot be insulted!" The commander unsheathed his sword and rushed out at the lead, "Hey - Tower!"
"Hey - Tower!" The deafening response drowned out the sound of horse hooves, and all the commandos following the commander rushed out!
The enemy's front column speeded up almost at the same time, and a powerful shout came faintly: "Forward!"
Under the clear blue sky and on the green fields, the cavalry sprinting at full speed formed two front lines heading towards each other, rushing toward each other like lightning. The grass blades were crushed by iron hoofs, the ground trembled slightly, and the sharp swords and guns connected together, reflecting brightly.
of light!
"Buzz-buzz..." A large group of feather arrows flew into the sky, densely packed like a swarm of locusts rushing toward the opponent! But they were not the first blow. The first blow in a frontal cavalry battle should be completed by the commander.
!That will be the simplest and most violent blow!
"Hey - Tower!" The commander of the reconnaissance regiment got rid of the guard and rushed to the front on his own horse, Juechen, with a long knife pointing straight ahead.
"Kill..." The task force commander came forward firmly. Behind the cold blade was a pair of sharp eyes.
Six horse lengths away!
The tips of the two knives almost moved back a little at the same time, stagnated for a moment, and then slashed towards each other with a "swish..." sound! The blades drew a round arc in the air, and in the turbulent wind stirred up, there was even some...
The fragrance of daisies!
With a soft "ding" sound, the two sides passed each other! The war horses under their crotches kept moving straight forward at the previous speed! The two commanders also drew their swords at the same time, showing their most ferocious sides towards the opposing guards who were coming one after another.
——The light of magic climbs on the blade, indicating that the breath of death is emitting to the enemy in front of you!
"Zi..." The green light jumped out from the task force commander's blade, and instantly stretched out in the air, turning into a flat and narrow blade of light. It first cut across a dozen reconnaissance regiment cavalry,
Then insert it into the soil!
The ground exploded violently with a "boom", erupting into a towering pillar of mud. Then, unabated, a deep trench more than thirty arms long was plowed into the ground!
The dozen or so Guards Cavalry members of the Reconnaissance Regiment didn't even groan before they were blown away and turned into scattered lumpy objects! After that, the sky was filled with grass clippings and dust, mixed with flying earth and rocks. The Reconnaissance Regiment's
The subsequent assault team was blocked for a while.
The commander of the task force turned his horse and led his guards around the deep trench - his direct battle was over, and the remaining tasks would naturally be completed by his troops with high morale.
With his back to his opponent, the commander of the merchant group's reconnaissance group had slowly stopped on his horse. His saber was still held high, and the magic light on the blade was still flowing, but it was not lost to the enemies passing by.
On his body! The flying special cavalry kept rushing past him on both sides, but no one paid attention to him. Instead, the distance became farther and farther.
Soon, the thirty arms around the commander of the reconnaissance regiment became empty, like the quiet eye of a hurricane. In the cavalry tradition, this behavior is not an insult or contempt, but a courtesy showing respect.
, its meaning is...rest.
A series of blood drops were spraying out from the wound of the commander of the reconnaissance regiment, bright red and steaming with hot blood!
The commander did not move his gaze downwards, because the pain in his body had already made him understand that it was futile to check the injuries. The only thing he could do now was to maintain his posture... In the gradually blurring field of vision, like a swarm of locusts,
The arrows crossed his head for the second time, and a bitter smile solidified on his face...
With a "hoo!", the magic power gathered on the blade went out of control, and the white light swallowed him and his horse. From a distance, it looked as bright as a star!
This was a heavy and tragic result, but from the perspective of the entire battle, this was only the beginning! Although the commander fell, there were still more than 500 red-eyed cavalry on the battlefield - the commander was killed, and his bones were
Wu Cun, this is already a dead situation. Not to mention that after two rounds of arrows, their number has been reduced by one-fifth. Apart from charging hard, there is no second option at all!
"Hey - Tower!" The cavalry who lost their commander did not care about the incomplete front line, and slammed into the enemy's array! The opponent calmly faced it, keeping the formation in order... The light cavalry is different from the iron cavalry in charging.
There will be certain losses in the process, and the formation when engaging the enemy is very important.
"Boom - boom!" A continuous sound of impact boomed, like the whisper of the god of death!
"Kill!" "Hey Ta!" The short spear and the long knife met, and the shouts of killing flew across the battle line, and the scarlet mist sprayed and filled the air! The screams of people and the neighing of horses were intertwined, and occasionally some magical light flashed out.
, adding a bit of cruelty to this scene!
The first collision between the two torrents was brief but fierce. It could almost be said that it was just a moment of confrontation. The light cavalry with a similar number of people could not destroy each other at once in a frontal charge. Therefore, the reconnaissance group had about 300 cavalry and rushed behind the opponent.
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Their galloping horses left a trail of broken arms and bodies behind them, with some creatures stained with blood and slowly squirming in the middle...
"Complete the team! Advance!" the staff officer of the special reconnaissance regiment raised his knife and shouted. He had just lost an arm, but his face showed a strange red color, "Charge! Charge! Charge!"
"Enter the team!" The commander of the task force looked at the number of troops on both sides and issued a very simple order, "Annihilate!"
The task force cavalry turned around and responded, speeding up to catch up. Just as they entered the shooting range, an officer gave the order. The cavalry stood up and drew their bows, and arrows rained down! In just one round, three of the reconnaissance regiment cavalry running at the rear of the team fell.
More than ten horses!
"Deputy commander, lead the team and continue to charge forward! The commando team is following me!" The one-armed staff officer took the reins and the horses went to the side. He led out a total of more than forty horses, drew a semicircle and faced the pursuit directly.
Soldiers rush forward!
"Raise the shield! Hold the spear!" The staff officer's face turned red, and he had to tilt his body to one side to maintain balance. With the bumps, he kept throwing blood drops from his broken arm, "Throw the spear to intercept!"
Dozens of short spears flew out in a fan shape, causing a long and low roar. Seeing the enemy's spontaneous speed change, the staff officer pointed his sword and said: "Rampage and disrupt - Hey Tower!"
Seeing the crazy counterattack of dozens of cavalry, the commander of the task force calmly ordered: "Surround with fifty people, and the others continue to chase."
This order decided the fate of the reconnaissance group. Because the task force's mounts were very sophisticated and the pursuit was very advantageous, less than half of the remaining soldiers of the reconnaissance group were killed by bows and arrows before they could run a few miles. The task force attacked again.
Another half of the reconnaissance regiment was intercepted... Then, the task force was divided into squadrons and squads. More than a hundred people blocked the road ahead and began to kill the remaining remnants of the reconnaissance regiment by area.
The smell of blood wafted in the wind, covering a large area of the wilderness, and did not miss the hidden and peaceful small rift valley.
In fact, the calmness of the Little Rift Valley is just an appearance. As early as when the reconnaissance group attacked, some soldiers couldn't help but want to rush out to "support". However, they were suppressed by Lieutenant Adler. When the reconnaissance group was hunted down a little bit,
When killing, especially when a detachment of cavalry galloped past the small rift valley in order to take a shortcut, even the usually steady adjutant lost his cool. The lieutenant had no choice but to knock him out with a punch.
"We... have to go back alive to be valuable!" The lieutenant held the unconscious adjutant, looked at the hunted scouts in the distance, and said calmly to the people around him, "Watch and remember, they are all