Xiaya was in a coma for about half an hour. When he woke up, he was lying in the tent. His armor and coat had been taken off. His unfaithful squire, the magician Dodora, was holding a wet piece. A hand towel wiped off the blood on Xia's body.
As soon as Xia Ya woke up, the indignant expression on the magician's face immediately turned into a submissive one. He lowered his eyebrows and smiled and said, "Master, do you want to eat something? Or do you want to drink some water?"
Xia Ya tried his best to turn over. He felt that his whole body was about to shatter. It seemed that he had been hit hundreds of times with a hammer. He snorted twice, but struggled to sit up still.
There was a rare contemplative look on Xia Ya's face. He breathed lightly, and then suddenly said abruptly, "Dodoro... You say, how can a person become stronger?"
"Uh..." The submissiveness on Duo Duo Luo's face remained unchanged, but his heart was full of scorn (if I knew, would I still be bullied here by a bastard like you... )
"Well... Then, what happens when people become stronger? Will they have the heart of a strong man?"
This is Char's second question.
(After getting stronger? If I, Lord Dotara, really get stronger, the first thing I will do is to stomp on your feet.)
But fortunately, Xia Ya didn't really intend to get the answer from the magician. He was silent for a while, and asked Dotolo to help him up and send him outside.
Carrying Xia Ya's heavy body, Dodoro's pair of slender legs swayed desperately, trying to send Xia Ya to the central army tent, Slater was arguing fiercely with a group of other camp officers.
When Xia Ya came in, everyone fell into silence. Unconsciously, Xi Ya seems to have established a little prestige - although only among the low-level officers among these second-line auxiliary arms.
Today, Xia Ya performed bravely in the battle against the first wave of attacks from the Odins. This is not enough. He actually challenged Hasting, who had suffered Byzantium for many years, one-on-one on the battlefield—well, although the means Shameless, but in the end he miraculously injured Hastings on the battlefield! !
This is simply a miracle! !
Hastings, God of Valkyries of the Odins! On the battlefield, how many years has he not been injured in a one-on-one duel
Therefore, in the eyes of these low-level officers, looking at Xia Ya at this moment, the feeling is naturally very different.
Slater greeted him with a concerned look, and helped Xi Ya to sit down with his own hands, and the magician naturally took the opportunity to run out.
"How's it going?" Slater looked at Xiaya with a frown.
"I can't die." Xia Ya smiled bitterly and looked at the people in the tent: "What are you arguing about?"
"Counter-charge." Slater's answer surprised Char.
"Counter-charge?"
Slater looked at the people in the tent and nodded: "We still have 200 cavalry, what everyone means is that the next time the Odins attack, we will let the cavalry go out and recoil, um... Anyway, everyone is dead. , in the last kill, and bitten off a piece of Odin's flesh!"
As expected of the 13th Corps, even the second-tier auxiliary barracks still carried the sturdiness and bravery of Rodriguez.
"No." Xia Ya shook his head vigorously, but he straightened up quickly, which gave him a headache.
"...Why?" Slater's face was gloomy: "We can't keep it anyway, and in the end it's enough to fight for one."
"No, no." Xia Ya raised his head with a wry smile on his face: "I think we all made a mistake."
"mistake?"
"Wrong!" Xiaya nodded solemnly: "Damn, I was wrong before, and so are all of us. We thought of Hastings too terribly! We all felt that we couldn't hold back, but, In fact, we have ignored Hasting's weakness and weakness at the moment!"
"Weakness?" A group of officers in the tent were all surprised.
"Weakness!" Char nodded affirmatively: "Hasting... He is not strong enough! Not enough to capture our station!"
When these words came out, everyone in the tent showed expressions of disbelief. Even Slater couldn't help but wonder if Xia Ya had injured his head in the duel with Hastings.
Insufficient troops
joke! At this moment, outside the wall, Hastings has tens of thousands of troops! We only have over a thousand left! !
Xiaya's smile was a little tired, but he grinned: "Let's think about it this way... Hastings made a roundabout raid and defeated the 2nd and 9th Corps. What did he rely on?"
"Speed." The answer is not difficult to think of. The biggest reliance on surprise attack is naturally speed.
"So... what does the speed mean? Cavalry!" Xia sighed, his lungs were still a little uncomfortable, and his breathing was a little painful when he spoke.
After all, Slater and others are also veterans, and they immediately understood a bit.
"He made a roundabout and quick raid, so he brought all cavalry." Xia continued reluctantly: "In order to gain speed, he had to divide his troops south to attack Yehuo Town, which also thinned his strength, so he came to us. Here, there are only about 10,000 troops. These should be all the power he has now, but... these are cavalry!! He has no infantry! All are cavalry! Today's first attack, he is He is attacking the city with cavalry! Dismounted cavalry!! Therefore, Hastings is absolutely reluctant to waste his troops like this."
Dismounting expensive cavalry and attacking a military line as infantry is a stupid thing no one with a minimum of military knowledge would do.
"Second question." Xia Ya rubbed his chest hard, trying his best to go along: "According to the information we have, in the north, General Adric and General Ruhr have two corps, and the Austrian army they face Dingren, it seems that the combat power is not too strong, at least not up to the elite level of Hastings. Then, I ask everyone, with such a power comparison, might our generals lose?"
of course not! Everyone in the Thirteenth Corps has almost worshipped the trust in Adric! And the belief in the combat effectiveness of the 13th Corps is almost fanatical! As long as it doesn't encounter Hastings, the Thirteenth Corps is confident to compete head-on with any Odin Corps!
What's more... plus a Ruhr infantry regiment
"So, to the north, the generals will definitely come back, and now it is probably delayed by the army of the Odins in the valley. But the army of Odin in the north can never really threaten our general. Once the general is killed, he returns. , Hastings absolutely does not want his precious field strength to be wasted in siege battles. So he is understaffed! He wants to keep enough cavalry to deal with our main cavalry! No, it's not just that simple... I , I even have a feeling that there is no basis for this feeling, but I just have this feeling: like Hastings, he seems to be preserving his strength, and he has no intention of really breaking our defense line and occupying this place!"
This made people a little disbelieving.
Hastings didn't want to break through here? Today's first wave of attacks, my side almost couldn't stop it!
"I can't explain this kind of thought." Xia scratched his head, and couldn't seem to find any suitable words to explain this subtle feeling: "Look, he can defeat us as long as he launches the second wave of attacks. , but so far... they haven't moved."
The last sentence is a bit convincing. Several officers in the tent looked strange, and they all felt that what Xi Ya said was absurd - Hastings actually poured water on us? Such a thing is absolutely impossible, but the reality in front of you is that Hasting did not launch an attack immediately. With a famous general like Hasting, it is impossible not to count the strength of the village!
"It seems that he doesn't want to take this place at all. Today's first attack, the power he put in, although it was very difficult for us, it happened to be the limit of our range! Although it's a bit unbelievable to say, but I think if If it was Hastings, it's not surprising that he can do it to such an extent."
It was Slater who spoke. This well-established battalion officer was the only one who led the soldiers among the officers present, and he was also the one with the highest military strategy.
"But, why?" A battalion officer of a transport battalion couldn't help shouting loudly: "If you take us, you can cut off the frontline general's back path, and then wait for it to eat up the sixth of our 13th Corps and General Ruhr. Corps, why doesn't he do such a thing?"
Xiaya thought for a while and spread his hands: "How the hell do we know? If we can guess, we'll all become Hastings. But the only thing that is certain is that he must have a reason, and this reason is better than Eat our Thirteenth and Sixth Corps... more important, at least for him Hastings."
The officers in the tent started a new round of arguments, trying to use their wits to guess Hasting's motives.
Could it be... Circling the point to help? So Hastings surrounded us instead of fighting
joke! As long as we kill us directly, the main force will be in a desperate situation, and what are you doing with your pants and farting to "circle around to help"
"So, I don't agree with the two hundred cavalry being released for counter-charge. I have a feeling... The time to really come in handy has not yet come. The two hundred cavalry might come in handy at a critical moment." Xia A wry smile.
This was still his intuition, the kind of intuition he had cultivated in the mountains before danger came, and could not be explained by words or clear reasons.
And more importantly, in fact, Xia Ya had a guess that made him inexplicable, but it was too unbelievable to say it, so he didn't say it.
Hastings... he, as if... guarding against something
What Xia Ya thinks is not complicated, on the contrary, his way of thinking from the mountains is very simple and clear.
Hastings is preserving his strength, he understands.
So, what is the purpose of preserving power? There are only two reasons, the first is to preserve the strength to deal with any enemy. But he clearly has a way to eat our main force, that is, to take over our station, but he does not fight! ! So obviously, his purpose is not to deal with the enemy!
Then, the second reason, usually to preserve strength, if not to deal with any enemy, it can only be to guard against someone!
Hastings, what is he guarding against! !
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"That guy Hastings will definitely be on guard against me."
Ke Kelan sat on the huge chair made of animal bones. Under the chair was a huge square platform, which was carried by twenty strong Odin Lux. Sitting on the chair, Ke Kelan was stable. Rock like. He supported one hand on the armrest of the chair, while the other hand held a small harp, his fingers seemed to swipe over the strings at will, making a series of soft notes.
Around him, Odin's legion is slowly advancing, surrounded by a large number of burly and majestic Odin warriors. The long queue of dragons dragged along the road, the sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of weapons colliding...
"Well... the sound of the harp is still beautiful." Ke Kelan smiled and slowly stretched out his hand, and took a pure gold wine glass from the hand of a servant who was kneeling on the high platform beside the chair. The wine glass was filled with bright red. He took a sip of the drink, and then tapped his forehead: "It's really hard to do... That fellow Hastings will definitely guard against me, so he refuses to do his best to really capture the 13th Corps' garrison. He only has 10,000 cavalry. If he really got into the Byzantine garrison, if I let Adric go back on purpose, then he would be besieged instead, hehe... What an interesting thing. Look, we Odin The pride of the most famous general, Hasting, his fate is actually in my hands... Well, no, Hasting will never let this happen. Alas, I'm starting to have a headache again."
Listening to the words of this noble Highness who wanted to plot against Hastings recklessly, the attendant kneeling beside the chair paled and trembled.
This is simply torture! This Highness, every time he says these outrageous words, can he carry some people behind his back! If we hear such words, we will be in danger of being killed and silenced at any time...
Last time I said that His Majesty has many sons, so it doesn't matter if a few die. Now, he has calculated Hastings again...
And let no one live!
Ke Kelan smiled lightly, as if he noticed the pale and terrified face of this attendant.
"Oh, poor fellow, you don't have to be afraid." Ke Kelan shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't matter if you say these words, anyway, whether it's me, Hastings, or mine The great and supreme royal father, everyone understands it very well." He actually jumped out of the chair, pulled up the attendant who was kneeling and trembling on the ground, and smiled excitedly: "Don't you understand? Come and come. Let me explain it to you, um... This war is basically a rehearsal for the succession of the crown prince! That guy Hastings is a close friend of His Highness. And I... If you want to count my dear My eldest brother, I had to use Hastings, but my poor little brother died on the battlefield, well, I admit that it was my idea to provoke him to participate in the dangerous interception operation... Alas, speaking of it , Our father emperor is really ruthless. He knows all this, but he doesn't stop it. Are we Odins, the new emperors of each generation, stepping on the corpses and blood of our brothers and sisters to ascend to the throne?"
The servant finally collapsed!
For a humble person like him, he really can't figure out why his Highness suddenly went crazy and said these ridiculous things to himself. Whoever hears this should die! How could someone of his identity be able to hear such a secret? Even if you hear the end of one word, you will definitely be cut off immediately.
He trembled wildly, and then cried out loudly: "Your Highness! Your Highness, please forgive me! Please forgive me! I, I, I didn't hear anything! I didn't hear it!!"
The gentleness on Ke Kelan's face disappeared in an instant, he looked at the attendant, stood up and sat back in the chair again, with a dull expression, waved his hand like a lost child: "Go on, I won't kill you. of."
After the attendant almost ran away, Ke Kelan put his fingers on the strings and sighed deeply.
"Lonely...no one to talk to."
This noble Odin looked lonely.
A reindeer cavalry came galloping from the front, walked to the high platform, turned over and bowed: "Your Highness, our warriors have already fought with the Byzantines! Our warriors can't rush past, please order..."
"What is the order?" Ke Kelan yawned boredly. He raised his finger and said casually, "Are you in a hurry to fight with the most elite Byzantine army? Well, if you really want to die, don't be in a hurry at this moment. Bar."
The reindeer cavalry was stunned on the spot, with his mouth open.
"Okay, okay, let our warriors come back, don't rush to catch up and fight, uh... just let the people in front line up and watch the Byzantines go away. Well, yes, that's it, line up and watch, um, still Don't forget to blow the trumpet, haha! Let's send them away."
Is this His Highness crazy? !
Seeing this cavalry in a daze, Ke Kelan's face sank, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and then he still showed a faint smile: "Okay, the 13th Corps, still leave us Odin's pride, black Lord Sting, let's deal with it. Our task is to drive these Byzantines under the slaughtering knife of the great Lord Hastings, like a flock of sheep, for him to slaughter."
"Yes, but..." The cavalry officer obviously couldn't understand this order.
Queue, watch, and trumpet? !
"It's nothing to worry about, execute the order." A trace of impatience appeared on Ke Kelan's face, and the cavalry officer finally ran away with a sad face.
Kirkland sat there, leaning lazily in his chair, and wrenched his fingers in boredom.
Hmm... Hastings, you must be very depressed right now. This time you knew you were going to be tricked by me, but you still had to dig into the cover. Who made you our "Odin Valkyrie"! With such a reputation, you can only push forward like a horse beaten by a whip.
So, the Thirteenth Corps should let you have Hastings. As for my military exploits... I already ate a flag regiment of the Thirteenth Corps. Probably enough to satisfy my great father.
Well... never show more than you should be able to. It's almost done...
The noble Odin flicked his fingers on the strings and yawned again.