Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 43

Chapter 43 Forty-three Beastmaster Golac Tower

"The number of soldiers that the outpost can send is very small, only enough for us to replenish the original number, and I ask them to travel lightly, which means that the food and luggage still fall on our own heads, adding more burdens."

"Therefore, the soldiers reinforced by the outpost will replenish each territory equally, and the specific number will be determined according to the loss."

"How to arrange those wounded?" Laylen frowned: "Many soldiers are injured and they need timely treatment."

"I will find a way to send them to Bray Town. The wounded are undoubtedly a burden."

Krill squeezed his eyebrows and shook his head: "Without the assistance of the army of Baron Yon, our 'auxiliary army' took on the frontal battlefield. It is very unwise to leave the wounded in the team at this time."

A group of knights nodded in support. They agreed to send the wounded away. Those knights who died in battle also need to be sent back to their respective territories.

"It's really not good, Lord Krill, let's withdraw! When the army of Lord Earl will return from Kronborg in the spring of next year."

A kingdom knight stood up and proposed: "When the time comes to mobilize the army of the earldom, it will be easy to destroy the Norsca people!"

His idea was immediately rejected by everyone.

"The position we are in is very dangerous. Since the Beastmen will launch a night attack, there will be a second and third time. If the army is ambushed because of the rash withdrawal, then everything will be over." White Wolf Knight Shen said.

The tent fell into silence again.

"Otherwise, let's make an unexpected attack!" Knight Milton Sein hesitated, and said his plan: "Baron Jon's army withdraws to Ann Oberg Town, the Norsca will definitely pay attention Depending on their movements, defenses will inevitably be slackened."

"We took the opportunity to lead all the troops, and the white wolf knights and the ranger knights charged in a group, crossed the Black Crow Bridge, and maybe we could even kill the 'Lone Wolf' Kordrog!"

The Stag Knight was eager to fight, and he boldly envisioned this plan, combining all known information.

"It seems. It works!"

"The Norsca people shouldn't be that stupid, right?"

"Toston Knight, you overestimate the Yankees! Norska walks with beasts, and they only think like beasts!"

"My suggestion is still to stick to the camp and wait for another battle next year."

In the camp, the knights had different opinions, arguing about this bold idea.

With more than ten years of combat experience, the White Wolf Knight sniffed out the key points of victory, and Krill still trusted the strategic arrangement of the Buck Knight.

He was about to start a discussion.

Laylen, who has been silent, said: "If I say that there is still a Beastmen warband wandering in the northern forest, I am afraid that Lord Milton needs to reconsider this issue."

"There is also a Beastmen War Gang? How is it possible?" The Buck Knight's face changed slightly: "Where did Lord Lallen come to the conclusion?"

The eyes of everyone in the audience were on the knight of the kingdom who was in the second position. Kriel, who was in the first seat, frowned and leaned his elbows on the corner of the table, waiting for his explanation.

"Just by virtue of the fact that the Beastmen army withdrew to the Drakovald Forest last night, I can say that there is no more than one Beastmen army."

Lyren thought for a moment: "The Beastmen must be ambushing somewhere, we are waiting for them to appear, and they are also waiting for us to attack."

"Can't attack, can't withdraw, you mean, we can only be stationed here and wait for the Beastmen to attack again?" Milton Thane asked.

"Of course not." The Kingdom Knight shook his head and continued: "I suggest that the army set off immediately. According to the original auxiliary army plan, detour around the Norsca stronghold, and find fighter planes to attack from their rear."

"Why?" Krill asked subconsciously.

He suspected that Laren's purpose of avoiding the battle was to consume his living strength.

"'Lone Wolf' Kordrog has invaded Nord no less than five times in recent years, and his army has always survived in desperate situations. ' Lyron looked up at him, talking about the Norsca warlord.

"." The Bucks Knight listened to Lallen's words and thought deeply.

"When dealing with powerful prey, the wolves will always attack from both directions, and it happens that their target is Baron Jorn's army."

"What we need to do is to stay away from the tail end of the wolf pack, attack his weakness from the side, and rescue the captured imperial subjects is our primary goal."

Laylen stood up, glanced at each knight, and said solemnly: "If this problem is not solved in one day, the corruption of chaos will increase by one point. Once the villages of the Baron of Jon are corrupted by chaos, Draven will understand that they will lose their resistance. A northern barrier to dark creatures."

Before he could finish speaking, Bucks Cavaliers Milton Thane understood the meaning of the words, he first looked at Laylen, and then at Kriel in the first seat: "There is no doubt about this, we are not willing to Seeing the Norscans roaming the empire's territory."

Listening to the advice of the left and right deputies, Creel in the first seat has a new judgment on the situation.

His bottom line is to stop the Norsca from rushing into the Earl of Draven, and drag the battlefield to the Baron of Jon.

The white wolf knight made up his mind, got up and said loudly: "Order the armies to rest and recuperate, and distribute food according to the wartime!"

"Sharpen weapons, replenish arrows, repair armor, and make sure everyone is ready tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!"

determined the next strategic direction, and all the soldiers took a short rest. Except for the scouts and camp defenders who went out to scout the movement, everyone was busy in an orderly manner.

In the early morning of the next day, the night had not yet faded, and the reindeer camp had already woken up.

The early winter in the north was exceptionally cold, and the frigid winds passed through the limbs, reminding the soldiers that they were on the battlefield, not their warm homes.

The soldiers of Oak Village drove out several carriages. The weapons and grain bags that had been arranged were transported on the carriage one by one. Their animal skin tents had been disassembled and placed in one place, and everyone had a full meal of black bread together. And cured meat, and warm gruel.

By sunrise, all the troops in the camp were ready, the soldiers were lined up, the Ranger knights and the kingdom knights were wearing armor, and reinforcements from the Drakovald Forest outpost had arrived.

After 's leading sergeant reported to Creel, the reinforcements were divided into the armies of the knights of each kingdom, and the thirteen soldiers supported by Berg Post were sent to the Oak Village army.

When the reinforcements at Berg's post saw Lallen, their expressions of astonishment couldn't have been greater.

Especially Abarth, who has something to do with Laylen, he looked up and down with complicated eyes, and said with difficulty: "Lord Knight, all the soldiers at Berg Post are here, please review!"

The knight of the kingdom patted Abarth on the shoulder. He stayed at the Berg outpost for more than three months. Familiar faces stood in front of him again. They had not seen each other for several months. Their identities were not what they used to be.

The former is still the garrison of the outpost, and the latter has become a noble knight of the kingdom.

"Why didn't Captain Toka come? And what about those new recruits?" The team in front of him was less visible, and the Kingdom Knight couldn't help but wonder.

Veteran Abarth looked a little sad: "Captain Toka, Raven and others have died in battle."

"Dead in battle?"

"Lord Lailun, not long after you left, the forest patrol team sent by the outpost was ambushed by the forest greenskins, Raven ran back to the outpost alone to ask for help, and then Captain Toka led the first team to save the people. In the past, no one has come out of the western forest."

"not a single person"

"Is that so?" The Kingdom Knight fell silent.

A moment later he regrouped the outpost soldiers into a squad of spears and shields, with Abarth as captain, and gave them repaired armor and weapons, mail and smocks, a rough spear, and a wooden shield. .

"Woo~~~"

The horn of the march sounded.

The sky was getting gloomy, and thick dark clouds blocked the brilliance of the sun.

Leren, sitting on horseback, stopped by the side of the road, turned around and glanced at the reindeer camp. Hundreds of soldiers passed by him, and they looked resolute. This battle was for the empire.

The empty reindeer camp was left on the banks of the York River.

"Go forward! Go forward! You lowly peasants, clear the obstacles at the intersection soon!"

Sir Duran rode on his beautiful warhorse, the whip in his hand kept twitching towards the militiamen in front of him, making a burst of "crack".

"Be quick and quick! Don't be lazy! If you can't get out of the deep forest today, don't want to eat, you lowly bastards!"

Tall and dense oak forests, overgrown with bushes, crowded between the two hills, and the cold wind kept pouring in, the militiamen had to gather in groups of three or five to keep warm, while the knights hid in makeshift tents. Ask foreign affairs.

The army of the Baron Yon had already withdrawn from the reindeer camp yesterday. The elderly baron who survived the disaster was frightened by the night attack.

At this time, the army of Baron Jorn reached a deep forest, and as long as they passed through the deep forest, they could reach the town of An Orborg.

There, the knights can indulge in delicious food, free-flowing wine, beautiful Thuringian girls, and anything they want as long as they can stay away from the battlefield.

Yug Yorn was sitting in the tent, on one side of the bed, Baron Yorn kept moaning and panting, his hot forehead made the doctors Serena standing at the head of the bed helpless.

"Two more braziers! No, three!" the second son of the baron ordered loudly.

Baron Jon is seriously ill, he is the controller of the highest authority, and the entire army must obey Yogg's orders.

The knights in the tent sat beside the brazier and burned the fire, constantly cursing the ghost weather, wrapping their cloaks tighter, and a ranger knight asked: "Sir Yogg, shall we just withdraw to Ann Orborg Town? Not very good."

The young serge narrowed his eyes and glanced at the latter.

The ranger knight stirred his Adam's apple and said in a low voice, "After all, Lord Krill's army is here to support us, so just leave it to them, not at all."

"Nothing at all?" Yogg Yon sneered, "Is it chivalrous?"

"Remember, you are a knight of the Barondom of Yon! Whatever you do, you must strive for the best interests of the Barondom!"

Yug Yorn looked at the reindeer camp, his eyes full of mockery: "They are reinforcements, and they should play the value of reinforcements. I know Krill's temper, and he will definitely lead the army straight to Xien Village."

"Let's first let the Dravidian army fight the Norsca people, wait until the two sides are almost exhausted, and then go to support, which not only saves the Dravin army, but also eliminates the Norsca army, the best of both worlds."

The Ranger Knight looked suddenly enlightened and didn't say anything more.

The noisy sound of logging drowned out the sound of hooves rushing in the deep forest.

Hundreds of thousands of horned beasts were scattered and lined up, and the army was gradually approaching the valley of the deep forest. The beasts such as the Minotaur, the Chaos War Mastiff, and the Razor Beast were also approaching step by step. The careless and conceited Yog Yon did not wait for the warning.

The shaman "Fear Incarnation" Proz exhaled a heavy snort, it was calling the evil **** in animal language, trying to make the evil **** pay attention to this ritual.

The three-meter-high Beastmaster Gorakta stood high on the hill. Its beast face showed a cruel and bloodthirsty smile, and its mouth was terrifying. ,

"Humans. Relax, War Beasts. Attack!"

The fur is like a group of metal canine-headed scarlet horned beasts. Their huge horns naturally grow into the shape of the number "8".

The second-class Beastmaster Kazzak blew the blasphemous horn: "Duwu~~~Duwu~~~"

A mournful and depressing horn sounded from the depths of the oak forest.

The baron's army carried very little food, and because the warehouse where they stored the food was burned down during the night raid, it was a difficult problem to solve now.

These days, the conscripted militiamen are also starving and hungry. Many people are too tired to travel and have no strength to lift their weapons.

The snow rabbits and wild boars hunted along the way are far from enough to feed hundreds of mouths.

At the edge of the oak forest, several levies from the Baron of Yorn crouched under an oak tree surrounded by two people. You were next to me and I squeezed you to keep each other warm. Their cheeks were still blue with cold.

There is no way, the clothes on their bodies are too thin, two days of high-intensity marching, and their stomachs are empty and their mouths are full of bitter taste.

"Damn it, I really want to tie a rope around the knight's neck and hang them all from the barn beam!"

A sturdy, bald-headed militiaman complained bitterly: "Master Knight is hiding in the tent and heating the fire, leaving us outside to freeze and starve!"

His occupation is a miller, and his standard of living on weekdays is similar to that of a freedman. He eats and uses a lot, but since he was drafted to fight, he has not eaten a full meal, and the bald militia has long been full of complaints.

"Dennie! You can't talk nonsense like that!"

His comrade poked his neck around and looked back and forth a few times, then whispered, "If the sergeants hear it, the knight will kill you alive!"

"I'm not telling the truth!"

"Be quiet, you guy, you really want to attract the sergeant, and the brothers will be unlucky!"

The bald-headed militiaman named Denis snorted, huddled in a ball, and threw his spear aside.

After a while, he looked at the front of the team and said dissatisfiedly: "Why haven't the roadblocks been cleared? It's been so long, I'm still waiting to go home and have a good meal!"

"Yeah yeah."

The companions around him also agreed, and they all yearned in their hearts to go home soon and stay away from the battlefield.

"Wait. Did you hear anything?" a militiaman asked alertly.

"what sound?"

"It seems to be the sound of horns and hooves!"

Under the gloomy sky, the herds of beasts rushed down from the high slopes and deep forests, unstoppable.

Denney also heard the change, he smelled the stench, which is only the smell of livestock.

As soon as he turned his head, the pupils of the bald militia gradually narrowed, and he hurriedly got up and said in horror, "It's a beast!!"

"Crack!" The internal organs splashed, the militiamen were torn apart like ragdolls by the bull beast, and the flesh and broken bones danced in the air.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The roar of the beastman and the cry of humans merged into one, chaos and despair.

Ask for tickets and collections!

I rested yesterday, I forgot to mention it.

(end of this chapter)

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