Act 110: Tonigel and the Young Lord (10) The ranking is crazy)
Scene 110: Tony Geer and the Young Lord (10) (Second update, the ranking is crazy)
Seventh day of the Sleeping Moon——
After the first snow.
The severe winter blocked all the roads from the mountains of Anlek to the countryside of Ampelser. The lobbyists of all forces in Hong Kong wereted two months in vain, but in the end they were in vain. The cold
The season finally brought the turbulent situation in the north to a freeze. The rumors about the northern war that had gained momentum two months ago finally disappeared like a rumor.
But those who can truly see through it all understand that there is a deeper crisis hidden under this false calm. What is beneath the surface of a world covered in silver and everything is frozen is not silence, but an explosion of patience.
.
The sword screams, thirsting for blood.
It's like winter turns to spring, and after the snowflakes bloom, what seeps into the land is not snow water, but blood water. Brando knows this very well. It's like knowing the black and white words in a history book.
But when the earth is dormant, there is a potential force under the snow cover that is ready to move. It is like the clear sound of horse hooves passing through the forest and shaking the soil - when the old knight Pallas led his knights
When he first set foot on this small hill in Mintai Territory in the cold wind - he didn't know that the war ignited in Tonigel had been transmitted to many people through unknown channels.
On the Duke's and Lord's desks.
In a sensitive period, a spark would detonate the situation. Everyone thought that Her Highness the Princess was taking risks, but no one thought that the silver-haired girl could only accept Brando's 'kindness' with a wry smile.
So where will Earl Denel go? This is very meaningful.
But no one pays attention to the fate of a chess piece.
Only when Princess Griffin got the information that Pallas had begun to march towards the Fir Territory, she couldn't help but twist the parchment with two fingers and shake it, then smiled softly and said to Overwell next to her.
: "Mr. Overwell, who do you think will win?"
Overwell bowed slightly: "My reason tells me that Earl Denel will definitely win, but my intuition tells me that it is not necessarily the case."
"What if we win?"
"Then Count Denel will not dare to act rashly."
"What if you lose?"
"Anleke will also be inclined to let Jean Denel remain neutral at least, which is exactly what the old guy wants-"
"In short, it will not harm us at all?"
"If Her Royal Highness the Princess can realize that Count Jean Denel will never be the same as us!"
"It's a pity that Mr. Macaro and Mr. Lee Woods can't see this." The silver-haired girl held her snow cheek with one hand and sighed.
Overwell did not answer easily. In his opinion, it was not that Cunning Fox and Master Lewolds could not see this, but because of their own considerations; perhaps in their opinion, Earl Denel was at least better than an unknown person.
Young people are more reliable. Macaro actually means that he does not want the princess to have too much contact with that young man. Sir Wolf can feel this very keenly.
He couldn't say these words, otherwise it would cause suspicion within the royal party, but he believed that the smart princess could also see it.
"Tell me," Griffith raised her slender eyelashes slightly and stared at the close minister: "Why did he do this? Is it just out of the so-called natural affection for the royal family?"
The girl shook her head again. Her background made her distrustful of such good feelings without any connection of interests: "I'm afraid not necessarily."
"In my opinion, it is due to the ambition of an adventurer——"
"Ambition?"
Princess Griffin blinked.
But at this moment, the old knight Pallas, who was standing in the cold wind, obviously didn't know that there was a beautiful princess who was alluring the country and was evaluating the fate of both parties. The old knight lifted up his mask with his hands full of calluses and wrinkles, and looked in the cold
A breath of white breath filled the air, and I looked at the distant mountains covered in white mist.
At the bottom of the mountain is the camp after the attack——
This is the sixth attack this week.
Was the attacker a caveman or a caveman?
The areas around the old man's forehead were almost squeezed together, and his old face was more like a piece of knotted bark. Behind him, the figures of the knights came out of the forest one after another, and most of them looked solemn.
They originally thought that the undulating hilly environment in the Mintai area was not as dangerous as the Grahar Mountain where they fought all year round, and that the enemy mobs were not as elusive as the mountain people. They thought they could breathe a sigh of relief - more people thought that this was coming.
The war was seen as an opportunity to relax.
But I didn't expect that before I met the refugees, I met a more troublesome guy.
"Are these damn cavemen fucked?" someone cursed angrily. The targets attacked by cavemen are all kinds of, and they are not limited to military targets. Sometimes granaries and manors are within their hunting range.
Although the army of Jean Denel has not yet gathered, these mysterious attacks have already made people in the territory panic. The losses caused by the attacks are not great, but Pallas is worried that it will delay the time of the army gathering.
Especially recently, it has developed into a camp where mountain people gather. This is the second camp to be attacked.
The cavemen were extremely fast in the forest. When they attacked, the mountain people were not ready to take precautions. As a result, these monsters broke in from the north, killed many people, and then quickly evacuated.
The terrain in the forest was complex, and the cavalry was unable to deploy and track, which made matters worse.
"How many people were lost?"
"Not many, a dozen died, but a lot were injured."
"How much has been lost this week?"
"Nearly a hundred people," the knight replied, "and that doesn't include the losses in the battle."
"Why are there battle losses?" Pallas turned around and asked. It was still too early to leave the war. The mobilization speed of grain, grass and other supplies was far slower than expected, and the speed of the mountain people's assembly could not be accelerated either-so far.
Less than two-tenths of them are together.
But what surprised him was that he never gave any orders, so how could there be any battle losses?
"It's because a group of mountain people gathered privately and prepared to retaliate. As a result, they were ambushed after entering Mintai Territory, and only one or two people came back." The knight replied.
"You idiots," scolded the old knight: "How much damage have they suffered in total, from the first attack to now?"
The knights looked at each other before one of them answered.
"More than three hundred people."
"Only two weeks -" Pallas shook his head. In fact, he could accept this loss. Because if he didn't take the initiative to attack, it would be difficult for him to do anything with these things.
But in his opinion, this is the opponent's last struggle.
Pallas has mastered enough intelligence in the past two months. The noble private soldiers who have escaped from Fir City have brought him a lot of useful information - for example, he knows that Brando has cavemen under his command.
, the number is probably several hundred, or even thousands.
With hundreds of cavemen and more than a thousand mercenaries, Pallas felt that if he played steadily and steadily, he would have a certain chance of winning. He would never make the mistake that old guy Sir Mintai made a second time - in fact, this old guy
The knight knew that according to his character, he would probably not do it even for the first time.
He flicked the metal sword hilt with his hand. He heard that Caglis was also captured by the mob. In fact, he has been worried about his student these days.
Pallas's original plan was to take about another month and a half, and he didn't care even if these mountain people lost another thousand lives during this period, or even one-third of them were withdrawn from the battle order.
But this old knight understands that on the battlefield, numbers are not calculated this way.
Because if what he predicted really happens, it will be a fatal blow to morale, and it may not even cause the mountain people staying in this area to fall into chaos.
He saw that the other party was putting pressure on him, trying to force him to fight with him in advance.
But things are by no means that simple. The ambushed mountaineers illustrate the problem well. Pallas knew that he must not attack, but on the other hand, the chattering mountaineer leaders also gave him a headache.
What those people said was not unreasonable. This week, the cavemen in the forest even went deep into the hinterland and burned down a granary in Pallas - which made him wonder if there was something wrong with Schafflund, because
The cavemen could only reach Pallas through that direction.
However, Saflund's spies reported that everything was normal. He also sent a second batch of spies for this purpose, and found nothing unusual.
This can only make the old knight curse that the Schafflund area that Okins is responsible for is simply a sieve that anyone can penetrate.
However, he never thought that if it weren't for this sieve, his own people might not be able to penetrate it.
Pallas touched his sword, and finally pressed the button in his heart. He shook his head and said: "Let's go back."
"Sir," the knights were a little puzzled: "Forget it, what about those cavemen?"
"Let the mountain people shrink their defenses, change the route of material allocation, and re-plan the location of the granary. The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the open. The only way to do this is to be more vigilant——"
"But this wastes too much time. Why don't we just go over and kill them!"
"If you think so, then your enemy will be happy," Pallas replied coldly: "Madala's undead, mountain people, and even food and other supplies have not yet arrived! If you lose your hand again,
Russ Leader, then where should I put Master Denel’s face——”
"We have several thousand people in our hands, and the army of mountain people in the territory is gradually approaching two thousand," the knight said: "Even if the other party adds cavemen, it will not make us a match, right?"
"That's what you think about Sir Mintai, that old fool. Have you seen his fate?"
"But if we do this, it will affect the assembly time, sir."
"That's fine, it's best to wait until the spring dawn moon - sending troops in winter is not a good sign -" Knight Pallas shook his head - although this kind of sporadic harassment is harmless, it is tantamount to rubbing his face.
He slapped me in the face, but he couldn't fight back.
He is a cautious person, and the other party seems to have noticed this.
However, Pallas's only confidence now is that he will never make a decision to send troops in advance because of his anger. This old knight thinks that he has identified the opponent as a trapped beast, so he must fight steadily and fight hard.
Trap the opponent bit by bit without giving the opponent any chance to break the game.
The shame he feels now will slowly come back to him in the future.
"It's been delayed until the moon of spring dawn? For such a long time, won't the earl blame you? For three months, with Martha here, how much food will be needed?"
"Sir, if you do this, Lord Earl will kill us!"
"On the contrary," Pallas glanced at his old subordinates: "The longer we delay, the better. You have to look further. The battlefield is not limited to Tonigel. In short, until the end of this war, no one will
I will cause trouble for you."
"Some things can't be measured just by the money spent." Although the old knight is a pure soldier, his rich experience is enough for him to see through the waves behind this seemingly calm situation: "Of course, if we can do a good job,
Your Majesty, the Earl, will be more at ease——"
"That's natural." The knights agreed one after another.