In the evening, a military camp was quietly erected in the wilderness not far from Shubia City. Standing on the city wall and looking around, you can see stretches of tents. All kinds of flags on the tent fluttered with the wind in the evening light, and the shields and swords placed outside the tent reflected golden halos. A stream of cooking smoke rose in the camp, but there were still people arriving outside the camp one after another.
Allen's tent had already been set up, it was a one-person tent, off-white, with the magic wolf battle flag standing on it. He himself is in a field outside the camp, where seven or eight straw figures have been erected. The straw figurines were made by soldiers. They were tightly tied to sharpened wooden stakes and nailed to the ground. Regis looked at these straw figures, and put his chin in his hands with a puzzled expression: "What are you going to use them for?"
"Try it." The long knife in Alan's hand is not Red King, nor Dragon Flame, but an ordinary steel knife. Its only advantage is that it does not cut corners. In fact, no arms dealer dared to tamper with the standard equipment of the imperial army. Allen stood in front of these straw figures with a knife in his hand, three meters away from the nearest one, and at least ten meters away from the furthest one. He squinted his eyes, and suddenly swung the knife.
The left arm of the straw man closest to him flew up, and the other straw man behind him tore a gap in his chest. Allen frowned, turned around and walked back, raised his hand and slashed again. This time, the two grass figures on the right were stabbed at the same time, and the grass leaves flew.
Regis next to him yawned: "What are you doing?"
Allen shrugged. When he fought countless alien beasts on the scorched ground deep in his consciousness, the scene of one against a thousand, or even ten thousand, was still vivid in his memory. He intends to combine the experience of that battle with the mastery he experienced all the way to the north to create a new sword skill. He has ideas and feelings, but actually using them is another matter. In the world of consciousness, there is no physical restraint, he turns into fire, into wind, whatever he wants, is ever-changing, and all attacks are eclectic. But now, he has one knife at a time, but he can't reach the realm of doing whatever he wants in the conscious world.
He swung the knife a third time.
This time the last straw man exploded, and Allen simply thrust the knife into the ground, stopping to think hard.
"People are always used to focusing on one thing. Being able to do two things with one mind is already a talent. Three things, four things? That's basically a monster, and as far as I know, there has never been such a character. "Suddenly, a voice rang out, and Belle Kay stood beside Regis at some point, smoking a pipe. It wasn't until he spoke that Regis subconsciously jumped up with an embarrassed expression. Belekay walked up to Allen, raised his hand suddenly, and shot several black lines from his palm, nailing them to the straw men.
Allen looked, and there was a throwing knife stuck in the chest of each straw man. Some of the straw figures were blocked, so Belle Kai's seemingly simple attack contained a lot of knowledge in it. Belle Kai shrugged: "Since you can't count with one mind, then don't try to target every opponent. Let the blade replace your eyes and let it judge which targets to attack. The key is whether you can trust it ?”
After beckoning, the throwing knives flew back to Belle Kai, and Ye Ying walked back. Allen suddenly drew the knife and slashed without hesitation. Regis frowned, unable to understand the intention of Allen's knife. Belle Kay stopped
Come on, sighed: "Could it be that Earl Allen has the current strength at a young age? Your talent is so high that I have never seen it in my life. When I was at your age, let alone swung this knife, even half a knife was too strong." Can't get it out."
Allen exhaled, smiled and said: "That's also a suggestion from Master Ye Ying, otherwise I wouldn't be able to swing the knife just now."
"Don't be modest, with your talent, that knife is a matter of time."
Regis said madly: "Don't bother playing charades, who will tell me what happened just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the heads of the seven or eight straw figures standing on the ground flew up at the same time, and scattered into long grass all over the ground. Regis opened his lips. He seemed to understand something, but he didn't seem to understand anything.
"Oh, that's right." Belle Kay patted his head and said, "I almost forgot the business, Earl Allen, Woodrick hopes you will attend the combat meeting tonight."
"Thank you for the notice, Master Yeying."
"You can just call me by my name. It's not a big deal for adults." Belle Kai said with a smile.
In the evening, an orderly came to Alan and took him to Woodrick's tent. There were only a few people standing in the military tent, and the general of the dragon army, Woodrick, was looking at a sand table on the table. Next to him was Adjutant McCarty, a man with a mustache and a solemn expression. Julian's face was full of excitement, but he could still hold back his emotions, and he was not stupid enough to direct Woodrick to work. Whenever the general politely asked for his opinion, His Royal Highness would always hand over the decision to Woodrick after giving his opinion.
In this way, Julian's voice in the barracks also showed his respect for Woodrick. In general, Julian should play more of a witness and participant in this crusade, but definitely not a commander. He has no experience in commanding a large army to fight, not to mention Woodrick, even Allen is a hundred times better than him. So far, Julian has strictly kept his duty and has not interfered in military affairs, which is commendable.
The one with enough weight in the military tent but also enough leisure is Belle Kai. He seemed to have no interest in marching and fighting, sitting alone and puffing clouds, greeted Allen lazily when he saw him, and continued to enjoy his fog grass.
"Earl Allen, come and take a look..." Woodrick beckoned, beckoning Allen to come forward. Allen was also polite and came to the table. There is a sand table on the table, and you can clearly see the Wrathhorn Forest and Miraham behind it. The city of Mirahan may not be very big, but it is an important pass guarding the ice sheet of the Lonely Mountain. The empire will place such a city here, and it also has its strategic significance in it.
It can be said that Mirahan is a gateway to the Lone Mountain Ice Field, and this gateway is extremely fortified. Woodrick gave a brief introduction to it, and Mirahan can be regarded as a small fortress. Its walls were high and thick, and it was originally guarded by a legion of the Stag Army, but before the Flame Cannon issued its declaration, Mirahan's defenders were replaced. Instead of the Stag Army Legion is the private army of an earl, and Earl Jerio can definitely be called a powerful lord. His private army "Cerberus" is well-trained. In addition to the three regular arms of cavalry, musketeers and infantry, there is also a special team.
It was an army of hundreds of wolves, real beasts. Count Jeriot has
A group of animal trainers who captured wild wolves to train them and send them into battle. The animal trainer will apply a special potion to friendly soldiers, and they will emit a smell that only wolves can smell, so as to distinguish friend from foe. In addition, the beast trainer also formulated several special strategies for these beasts according to the needs of the battlefield, and one of the fire wolf tactics was quite a headache.
"However, my biggest headache is not the dogs raised by Jerry O'Connell, but Miraham itself. Unless Jerry O'Connell stands up and surrenders, we will have to pay a lot to break Miraham with our strength. The price. By the way, our Earl Jerry is a twenty-seventh-level epee."
"Then..." Putting down the bong, Belle Kai blinked and said, "I don't mind taking the head of Earl Jerio before attacking the city."
"No, Lord Yeying." Woodrick shook his head and said, "I hope you keep your full state. Your opponent should be Mason, not Jerio. Although it's a bit troublesome, Mirahan is not qualified to block it." The pace of the dragon army, so this first battle, please feel free to leave it to us."
"You are welcome." Belle Kai spread his hands and said, but he didn't care at all that his suggestion was rejected by the general.
Looking at the miniature model representing Mirahan on the sand table, Allen squinted his eyes. At this time, Belle Kai looked at him intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on his mouth.
"Move quickly! You lazy bastards, who told me to see him slacking off? The leather whip in Lord Roque's hand is not for display!" A shirtless man with oily skin waved his whip towards the air, and pulled it out. There was a soft snap. He sometimes whipped a coolie with a long whip, leaving a bloodstain, but none of the coolies dared to complain. After all, not far away, soldiers wearing black armor and vicious dog helmets were watching.
Those were soldiers of the "Cerberus" Legion, and the coolies believed that under those helmets were faces from hell. They were bringing square stones up the walls to reinforce and raise Miraham's garrison. At the same time, equipment such as trebuchets and artillery that required the joint efforts of dozens of people were also being transported to the city's guard wall one after another, making the city that was originally a fortress even stronger.
Jerio was standing on the wall.
The earl was in his prime, and he was unusually burly. Even among the tall men in the north, a height of 230 centimeters was still rare. Count Jerio is like a moving hill. His simple but absolutely heavy armor makes the count look more like a war fortress. The straight spikes on the armor and the relief of the hell dog on the breastplate made the count exude a terrifying aura. The earl's apothecary would hide brimstone in that armor, and through a few ingenious mechanisms, it could spew out flames when needed. It can not only hurt the enemy, but also create the stage effect that the Earl wanted. According to Jerio, he looked more like a demon from hell that way.
Jerio is leaning on his greatsword "Spike Fang", which is a large sword with interlaced fangs on the edge. It will never feel comfortable to be cut by this sword, which is in line with the earl's penchant for torturing his enemies with pain. style. The count watched with satisfaction as the third catapult was drawn up to the guard wall and fixed in its desired position. He remembered what Mason said before leaving: "Arm Miraham to the teeth, my Lord Earl."
"That's what I'm doing," murmured Jerio.
(end of this chapter)