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0365 Maneuver

To be honest, this time the Long Legs family responded very quickly to the civil strife among the powerful.

It took an hour to get the news, an hour to gather people, an hour to make a decision, and an hour to implement the action. In only half a day, Phils Long Legs led his people to the Harmony Warehouse.

In an era when information transmission was slow, it was a miracle to be able to achieve such speed. After all, there is no radio now, so it is not easy to summon the direct descendants of the Long-Legs family in the city, and it is even more difficult to get the team to act together.

But Phils is so fast, and there is someone faster than him.

Zhou Qingfeng gathered thousands of people inside and outside the city, most of whom were scattered refugees. But through efficient organization and management, he gradually demobilized these people within a few days and resettled them to dozens of destinations in different directions.

The Harmony Warehouse was burned down, and Phils was filled with anger. When he chased him to the internment camp outside the city, there was another even bigger fire.

Before approaching the camp, blazing flames could be seen in the distance. When the horses came closer, the heat wave forced the people to retreat.

Phils stared at Fabbro who was following him. Fabbro was in a panic. Before he entered the city, the camp was preparing breakfast in an orderly manner and starting work. Half a day later, a fire was set off in the camp.

The manor's steward ran from a distance, stumbled forward to report the situation, and cried out as he described how the people in the camp quickly left and finally set it on fire.

"Master, we couldn't stop us even if we wanted to. The people in the camp were very vicious. This place cost at least a thousand gold coins to build, and it burned to ashes in no time. They would rather burn it than leave it to us.

ah!"

The manor housekeeper was so frightened by the fire that he did not understand what kind of people would care so little about their property. He threw himself in front of Fabbro's horse and cried like a child in urgent need of comfort.

More than a thousand gold coins were reduced to ashes? For the nobles of the North, this was nothing less than a super wasteful act. The family knights who came were all stunned, and Phils was even more angry.

The enemy had messed up the Cold Wind City but they could come and go as they pleased without caring. This was a great humiliation to him.

"Where did the opponent's troops go?"

"To the north, the last group of them didn't even have carriages and left on foot."

"How long will you be gone?"

"Just about an hour ago."

"Chase!"

Phils didn't think much, gritted his teeth and uttered a word, whipped his horse, and rushed out first. Dozens of family knights followed one by one, followed by 300 attendants on horseback. They would not stop until they reached their goal.

posture.

It takes an hour on foot and you can't get far at all. It's easy to catch up on horseback.

Phils also understood that he had made a big mistake. He had heard a lot of rumors about Victor Hugo in the past month, and he only tolerated his activities as a small lord who came to the city to do business.

But this little lord not only made his business transactions prosperous, but also used this to win over more than half of the forces in the city in a short period of time. This cunning and method are shocking.

Before taking action, Phils secretly swore that he would capture Victor Hugo and his men and chop them all to vent his hatred.

There is no reason why a fast horse can't catch up with a pedestrian on foot. But after chasing north for half an hour, not even a ghost was seen. There was only a cold wind on the road, and nothing could be seen.

But the target cannot disappear for no reason.

"Where did Victor Hugo's men go?" Phils didn't need to think too much to understand that his opponent must have deviated from the northbound road not long after leaving the camp and changed to a small road.

The development level of the alien world is low, and most of the areas around the city are deserted. Woodlands, hills, and grasslands can be seen everywhere. The reason why the paths are paths must be difficult to walk.

In this era where even maps are crude and abstract, if you want to take a small road, you must have a guide who is familiar with the road.

There were undulating terrain on both sides of the road, and there were a lot of shelters far and near. Phils looked around and couldn't guess where his opponent would be hiding. It would be troublesome to find it.

The family knights also woke up quickly. Dozens of them dispersed in the wild with their attendants. After running for about an hour, they looked at all the commanding heights within five kilometers of the surrounding area, but found nothing.

"It's impossible, those guys can't run very far." After listening to his subordinate's report with a sullen expression, Phils had a bunch of thoughts popping up in his head, but none of them could explain the current situation.

The family knights even chased for more than ten kilometers along the main road, intending to catch up with the carriages that left first. But those carriages also disappeared, which was too unreasonable.

After two or three hours of chasing out of Cold Wind City at noon, it was getting dark. If the target could not be found again, the operation would be in vain. However, the family knights did not catch the target, and instead searched in confusion and disorder.

A lot of time was wasted.

Where the opponent is is even more unknown.

"Don't worry, I'll look for you."

Old Bank, who was traveling with him, comforted everyone. He was the 'Chief Prophecy', and his specialty was revealing the truth. He only waved his staff lightly and cast a fourth-level arcane spell - 'Biological Location Technique'.

Prophecy arcane spells, when used well, are like deadly weapons. The wizard can reveal the truth of the incident or the location of the target by himself. As for the accuracy, it depends on the wizard's ability.

Rubio and others who were the last to evacuate had only left a few hours ago, and Old Bank easily caught their traces in the long river of time. A screen like a projection lit up in the air, showing everyone how their opponents escaped.

Among the evacuation teams from the shelter camp, the carriages that set out early took the main road to the north, but soon left the main road and headed for the small road. As for Lorraine and other people who drank the stamina potion, they left on foot, but did not go north at all...

Fabbro followed Phils, as anxious as a rat in a bellows. He was both annoyed that Zhou Qingfeng acted alone, and even more annoyed that Zhou Qingfeng did not notify him at all.

Now in a dilemma, Fabbro was so angry that he yelled: "Victor Hugo is really too cunning. All his men are like foxes."

The people in the entire camp dispersed and left, but Phils was very confused and shouted coldly: "These people are walking around like ants. Victor Hugo is not afraid that they will get lost in the wild and never come back."

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Standing in the wilderness, facing the vast world, the family knights were all confused.

When traveling in the wild, the most worrying thing is not monsters or hunger or thirst, but not knowing where you are in a strange environment. To put it simply, getting lost.

Common people are ignorant and ignorant, and without special training, they will only die if they get lost. Even trained knights or wizards will not wander around in the wild.

But Zhou Qingfeng confidently and boldly dispersed all his men and asked them to seek refuge in the villages and towns around Hanfeng City. It is easy for this person to be scattered, but it is difficult to gather them together.

Phils only has a few dozen family knights, and he doesn't dare to send them out to act alone at will. Those who can stand alone are definitely talented generals under him.

Zhou Qingfeng is just a grass-headed king who came from the black forest. To say that he is a small lord is to praise him. Is it possible that such a person has dozens or hundreds of "general talents" under his command?


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