Vol 3 Chapter 110

Chapter 110 Tonigel and the Young Lord (Ten) (Second, the rankings are crazy)

The seventh day of sleep

After the first snow.

Severe winter *** has taken the avenues from the mountains of Anlek to the countryside of Ampelsel. Lobbyists from all sides in *** gang have wasted two months in vain, but in the end they are futile and cold. The season finally froze the turbulent situation in the north, and two months ago, the rumours of fierce momentum about the war in the north ended up as a rumor.

But those who can really see all of this understand that there is a deeper crisis hidden under this false calm. Under the surface of the silver-clad, frozen world is not silence, but an outbreak after patience.

The sword shouted, longing for blood.

As if winter is coming to spring, after the snowflakes bloom, it is not snow water, but blood water that infiltrates the land, Brando knows this. It's like clear black and white words in history books.

But when the earth was dormant, there was a latent power under the snow. It's like the sound of a clear horseshoe through the forest, shaking the dirt-when the elder knight Paras led his knights in the cold wind for the first time on this hill in Mintai's territory ——He didn't know that the fire that had ignited in Tonigel's territory had been transmitted to the desks of many dukes and lords through unknown channels.

In a sensitive period, a Mars can explode the situation. Everyone thinks that Her Royal Highness is in danger, but no one thinks that this little girl with silver hair can only accept Brando's "good intention" with a bitter smile.

So what makes Count Denel what to do is very meaningful.

But no one cares about the fate of a pawn.

Only when Princess Griffin received information about Palas's beginning to march toward Fir, she couldn't help but twist the parchment with two fingers, shook it, and smiled slightly to Overwell. "Ovwell, who do you think will win?"

Overwell bowed slightly: "Sense tells me that Count Denel has won, but intuition tells me not necessarily."

"What if you win?"

"Then Count Denell is even more afraid to act lightly."

"What about losing?"

"Anleke will also tend to keep Dennell at least neutral, which is exactly what the old guy would--"

"That is to say, isn't it harmful to us?"

"If Her Royal Highness can realize that Count Denel will never be with us!"

"It's a pity that Mr. Macarlo and Mr. Woods couldn't see this." The silver-haired girl sighed, holding her cheeks in one hand.

Overwell didn't answer easily, in his opinion Master Cunning Fox and Master Woods were not incapable of seeing this, but for their own considerations; perhaps in their view, Count Denel was at least one more unknown than Young people are more reliable. In fact, Macaroo doesn't want her princess to deal with that young man too much. Sir Wolf can feel this keenly.

He could not say these words, otherwise it would cause suspicion within the Wang Dang, but he believed that His Highness Princess could also see it.

"You said," Griffin lifted her slender eyelashes slightly, and she stared at the courtier: "Why did he do this, is it just because of the so-called natural favor for the royal family?"

The girl shook her head again, and her birth made her inherently distrustful of this uninterested favor: "I'm afraid not."

"In his eyes, it was the ambition of the adventurer—"

"Ambitious?"

Princess Griffin blinked.

But at this moment the old knight Paras, standing in the cold wind, apparently did not know that there was a beautiful princess princess evaluating the fate of the two sides. The old knight lifted the mask with his callus-folded hands, and in the cold There was a breath of white air in the air, and he looked at the white mountains.

Below the mountain was the camp after the attack—

This is the sixth attack since this week.

The attackers were cavemen or cavemen.

The old man's forehead was almost squeezed around, his old face was more like a knotted bark. The knights behind him came out of the forest one after another, and most of them looked dignified.

They originally thought that the rolling hilly environment of Mintai area was not as dangerous as the Grahal mountain they had fought all year round, and the mob as an enemy was not as good as the mountain people, and thought they could breathe a sigh of relief-more people are coming to this War is seen as an opportunity to relax.

I didn't expect to meet a more difficult guy before I met the refugees.

"Are these **** cavemen ***!" Someone scolded indignantly. Cavemen attacked a variety of targets and were not limited to military targets. Sometimes granaries and manors were within their hunting range.

Although the army of Jean-Dernell has not yet gathered, these haunting attacks have made people in the territory tremble. The damage caused by the attack was not great, but Pallas feared that it would delay the army's assembly.

In particular, it has recently developed into a camp where mountain people gather. This is the second camp that has been attacked.

The cavemen were extremely fast in the forest. When they launched their attacks, the mountain people were not ready to prevent them. As a result, these monsters rushed in from the north side and killed many people and then evacuated quickly.

The terrain in the forest is complex, and the cavalry can't be deployed.

"How many people are lost?"

"Not much, a dozen dead, but a lot of injuries."

"How much has been lost since this week."

"Nearly a hundred people," the knight replied, "this is not a loss of battle."

"Why is there a loss in battle?" Pallas turned back and asked, it was too early to leave the battle. Both the forage and other materials were mobilized much slower than expected, and the mountain people could not gather faster. Qi is less than one in ten.

What surprised him, however, was that he had never given any orders, and how could there be war damage.

"It was because a mountain people gathered in private to prepare for retaliation, but after entering Mintai's collar, they were ambushed and only returned one or two people," the knight replied.

"This idiot," the old knight scolded. "So how much was lost, from the first attack to the present?"

The knights glanced at each other before they answered.

"More than three hundred people."

"But two weeks--" Pallas shook his head. In fact, this loss was acceptable. Because if he didn't take the initiative to attack, he would have a hard time taking these things.

But in his opinion it was the other's last struggle.

In the past two months, Palas has had enough information, and the noble personal soldiers who have fled from Fir City have brought him a lot of useful information-for example, he knows that Brando has cavemen. There are hundreds of them, not even thousands.

Hundreds of cavemen and more than a thousand mercenaries, Pallas felt that if he played steadily, he would have a better chance. He will never make a second mistake with the old man of Lord Mintai—in fact, the old knight knows that according to his own character, he may not even make the first time.

His hand *** ed the metal hilt, and I heard that Cargalis was also captured by the mob. In fact, these days he has been worried about his student.

Palas originally planned that it would take another one and a half months, even if during this time these mountain people lost another 1,000 lives, or even a third withdrew from the battle sequence, he didn't care.

But this old knight understands that on the battlefield, the numbers are not calculated like this.

Because if he predicts that something will happen, it will be a fatal blow to morale, and it may not be even possible for the mountain people who stay in this area to get into chaos.

He saw that the other party was putting pressure on himself, trying to force himself to fight it in advance.

But the matter is by no means so simple, and the mountain people who were ambushed illustrate the problem well. Pallas knew that he must not have sex, but on the other hand, the chattering mountain leaders also made him a headache.

Those people also made sense, and this week the caveman in the forest even burned down a granary in Pallas-which made him wonder if there was something wrong with Schafflund, because Cavemen can only reach Pallas territory in that direction.

But Schafflund's spies reported that everything was normal, and he sent a second batch of spies for this, and found nothing strange.

This can only make this old knight scold Orkins is responsible for the Shavrund area is a sieve that anyone can penetrate.

However, he never thought that if it were not for this sieve, his own people would not have penetrated.

Pallas touched his sword, and finally pressed the *** in his heart, he shook his head and said, "Let's go back."

"Master," the Cavaliers were puzzled. "That's it. What about the cavemen?"

"Let the mountain people shrink their defenses and change the route of material deployment. The location of the granary must be re-planned. The enemy is in the dark, we are in the bright, only to be vigilant-"

"But it's too time-consuming, so why don't we just call them and kill them!"

"If you think so, then your enemies will be happy," Pallas replied coldly, "Madara's undead, mountain people, and even food and other supplies are not yet in place! If you lose Par again Russ, so let Lord Denel's face go-- "

"We have thousands of people, and the army of the mountain people in the territory is gradually approaching two thousand," said the knight. "Even if they add cavemen, they will not make our opponents stop."

"Sir Mintai's old stupid guy thinks so too, do you see his end?"

"But if we do this, it will affect the assembly time, sir."

"That's fine, it is better to drag it to the dawn of spring-sending troops in the winter, not a good omen-" Knight Palas shook his head-although this sporadic harassment is harmless, but it is no different from his face He slaps, but he has no way to fight back.

He was a cautious person, and the other party seemed to be pinpointing it.

But Pallas's only self-confidence now is that he will never get dizzy because of his anger and make a decision to send troops early. The old knight thinks that he has spotted the opponent as a trapped beast, so he must fight steadily, trap the opponent a little bit, and not give the opponent a chance to break the game.

The shame now, he will slowly find it back in the future.

"Dragging to the moon of spring dawn? So long, wouldn't Lord Earl blame it? For three months, Martha was up, how much food would it take?"

"Sir, you will do us the Count!"

"Just the opposite," Palas glanced at his old men. "The longer we drag, the better, you have to look farther. The battlefield is not limited to Tonigel-anyway, before this war ends, adults will Will come to trouble you. "

"Some things are not measurable by the money consumed." Although the old knight is a pure soldier, his experience is enough to see through the waves behind this seemingly calm situation: "Of course if we can do it beautifully, The Earl is more at ease-- "

"That's natural." The knights echoed.

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(***. Buried head *** ...)