Turas, commander of the artillery of the Empire's Aviland, reported to the young lord Seedorf.
The bay they docked in is called Sawtooth Bay. The cold wind is raging here, and the icy water is a strange dark blue, bottomless. The cliffs seem to have been split by a giant's axe. They are steep and smooth, extending vertically upward, towering and majestic. The canyon
On both sides of the bay are lush pine forests. In early summer, the Norsca Peninsula is close to the southern coastline, and everything grows. This is a rare landing opportunity of the year.
The young lord Seedorf Leitdorf jumped off the ship and took a deep breath of the local air. The icy cold air breathed into his lungs, refreshing and refreshing. Like his soldiers, Seedorf was high-spirited and full of confidence. His father Marius
This fleet and this legion were prepared for him, coming from the three provinces of the empire. There were knights and artillery troops from the native Iveyland, infantry legions from the Midden Land, and crossbowmen and spears from the Stirland Land.
corps.
The purpose of their trip was so clear, to eradicate the enemies of Norsca along the way, and then return in triumph with military exploits. At that time, his father would hand over a larger territory to his jurisdiction.
They have reason to believe that this will be a beautiful and epic victory. The legions are in high spirits, and the Norscans are like mice holding their heads. They have already hid in the interior and fled. They must be afraid of the power of the imperial legions. Seedorf is like this
firmly believe.
"Your Highness, the terrain here looks pretty good..."
"Yes, let's camp here. We are going to build a temporary camp here and drag the ships into the harbor. We will unload the artillery and place it around the camp as a defensive weapon. Tulas, we are going to stay here for a long time.
For a long time, not two or three weeks, maybe two or three months. We will destroy at least twenty Norscan barbarian villages and towns and return in triumph with the spoils of war."
Seedorf spoke with confidence, the cold wind gently blew over his slightly immature face, showing an unnatural blush.
The construction of the camp required a large amount of wood. On that day, a large number of soldiers were arranged to cut down pine trees in the surrounding woods. Others were responsible for patrolling and warning. A small group of cavalry was sent out to conduct reconnaissance and collect map information. They had a map of the southern coast of Norsca.
But that was an old map from ten years ago. Neither Seedorf nor his legion commanders could guarantee whether there had been changes on this continent in the past ten years.
After all, the Norscans are not like the Imperials. They live by plundering. Wherever there are resources, they rush there. This includes chasing herds of beasts and schools of fish. It was a town last year, but it may be deserted this year. Seedorf
We know that in order to win, we must first find the enemy.
The project went very smoothly, and after three days, the temporary camp on the coast was completed. At the same time, the reconnaissance cavalry responsible for collecting intelligence also returned to the camp and provided a large amount of map information.
"The terrain has basically remained unchanged, but the villages are all deserted...as if they were evacuated artificially."
The captain of the reconnaissance cavalry reports.
"It's normal. The empire's powerful ships and cannons have arrived. These barbarians have already fled after seeing it. Continue the investigation and expand the search area."
Seedorf ordered.
"Your Highness, I have an idea, but I don't know if I should talk about it or not."
Artillery Commander Tulas had a serious look on his face. Having fought on the imperial soil for many years, he knew that war was never simple.
"Say it."
Seedorf said.
"That Lord of Kislev, he has a colony on the southern coast of Norsca, close to the kingdom of trolls. There are Norscans there. I'm wondering if we should send someone to invite some locals to serve as guides.
, tell us, what should we pay attention to when going deep into this land? "
"You mean the one named Rod Lawn?"
Seedorf, who was immersed in map study, raised his head and asked.
"Yes……"
"You actually trust a savage?"
"He is Mrs. Kisli..."
"It's almost like a barbarian, my father said."
After Seedorf finished speaking, he immersed himself in studying the map. He hung the map up and placed it in the center of the tent so that he could study it every day, as if he could find the traces of the barbarians by focusing on this map.
Commander Turas stopped talking. Seedorf's special status prevented him from making too many refutations. He was the only son of the elector Marius of Iverland. This trip to Norska was entirely for
Let this young man make great achievements. It is well known how much Marius doted on his only son.
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They searched and patrolled this inaccessible continent. In a few days, the troops sent out only found some deserted villages. They captured a few hunters, but the rude hunters could not even speak a common language.
, was violent and savage throughout the whole process, roaring loudly and spitting at the interrogating soldiers. Seedorf could only have them killed, and the corpses were impaled with spears and hung in the wilderness. He waited for their kind to collect the corpses and then took the opportunity to find them.
Their lair.
However, for several days, no Norscans were seen to collect the corpses. The entire tribe seemed to disappear out of thin air. Only the wolves came smelling the smell of flesh and blood and gnawed clean the corpses on the wooden poles.
A week later, the coastline was still calm. Every day, fishing boats would return with full loads, bringing fresh fish ashore from the deep sea and delivering them to the camp for the chefs to cook. Yes, everything was so smooth and calm. But Seedorf did not
He likes this kind of calmness. He comes here to make achievements, not to take a vacation.
The calmer the coast, the more dissatisfied he was.
After a night of deep thought, Seedorf decided to send more men to search inland. Finally, two days later, the scouts sent exciting news - there was a Nobel Prize building about 20 kilometers away from the coastline.
It seems that there are still living people living in the Scar town, numbering hundreds of people.
No news could excite Seedorf so much. He almost jumped out of bed, "Send out the Fifth Army and set off early tomorrow morning!"
"No, no, let's go now."
"The fifth legion...all? Your Highness?"
"Yes, all of them! Let's go now!"
Turas looked confused. This time, the coalition forces from the three provinces of the empire totaled 20,000 people heading north. Including the logistics personnel, the total number was close to 30,000. The Fifth Army, as the backbone, had as many as 8,000 personnel. Such a huge army
The legion was dispatched collectively to eradicate a small town with only a few hundred people? Maybe the intelligence was wrong and the actual population was larger. But no matter what, it was not... But the other party was a superior, and as a soldier, Turas could only obey.