The larger the team, the more it needs a leader who can hold the field. This is the knowledge that Beta has learned in the game.
Whether or not the situation can be controlled depends on whether the team leader has the strength, means, or whether he has enough charm in daily life to make people feel convinced. This impromptu team didn't have enough time to adjust, and Beta didn't have enough time to show his leadership charm and skills, so he chose the simplest way to overwhelm others.
I am the head of the mission, you all listen to me, and if you don't listen to me, you will be dealt with by military law.
Iron-fisted means must bring dissatisfaction and anger from the bottom of my heart, but Beta doesn't care. It's only a month, he can hold it back, and even if someone wants to disobey his order, he has to weigh himself.
Beta's combat power, including himself, two masters, a quasi-master, and Bart, a hired soldier, is enough to fight a small-scale raid. Apart from the two cavalrymen, the twenty or so members of the diplomatic ceremonial regiment had no fighting power at all, and couldn't make any waves.
Thousands of miles of frost, thousands of miles of plains, sounds beautiful, but it also depends on what kind of mood you are in to produce this sense of atmosphere. Everyone in the envoys knew that this was a near-death journey, there was life everywhere, and at some point a team would come out from the side and attack them.
As everyone moved forward, the northern pass gradually became smaller behind them, and finally turned into a black spot until it disappeared. The atmosphere in the mission group became less and less dull, no one wanted to talk, and Shirley was sitting in the carriage, lying lazily on the window side, looking at Beta not far away with interest with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Sophia was resting in Shirley's shadow.
Jessica was driving the carriage. Although she didn't speak and sat very comfortably, her bright eyes revealed her emotions at the moment. Maybe it's the werewolf blood at work, she likes this kind of icy and snowy place, with plains, mountains, and many forests.
At this time, the convoy still maintains the order that just came out of the northern pass, with Beta and Bart at the front, followed by Jessica's carriage, then the seven carriages of the diplomatic ceremonial regiment and twenty baggage carts, and Faxie and his cavalry The team, falling at the end, divided into six rows and followed neatly.
Beta signaled Bart to continue to lead the team forward, but he slowed down and landed at the end, driving alongside Faxiu.
At this time, Faxiu was still in the shock of entering the wilderness for the first time. He looked around and could see some yellow skeletons lying quietly in the shallow snow layer from time to time.
This place used to be a battlefield. Hollevin and Udaburi fought several big battles here, as long as they dug into the ground, they would find a few skulls.
Faxiu still had the appearance of a noble son, and the white armor he wore looked very energetic and temperamental. However, Beta can still tell that although this guy is well-versed in current affairs and may also be very strong in social interaction, he is just a sham after leaving human society and coming to the wilderness.
"Haven't you really taken soldiers out before?" Beta asked.
Fashion shook his head in shame, then grinned. This smile is a little silly, which is very inconsistent with his handsome appearance, and it is probably the same thing as a handsome fool.
"The four-way march, at least you should know what's going on." Beta asked slowly. As she gradually left the range of the two mountain ranges, the surrounding forests became more and more sparse, and the flat land in front became more and more sparse. more and more open.
The so-called four-way march is to divide the team's strategy into four parts, one for the front, one for the front, one for the front, one for the left, one for the left, one for the left, and one for the left, with the important figures or commanders in the middle surrounded.
Faxiu slapped his head suddenly, and after making a gesture, he said embarrassingly: "Forgot."
forget. Beta couldn't help but feel confused. He couldn't see whether Faxiu was just pretending, or if he really forgot. After all, as long as he is a dude from a noble family, there are still such cities.
He just needs the other party to act according to his ideas, and there is no need to delve into many things.
The cavalry team of nearly 200 people was divided into four parts, and surrounded the carriages of the diplomatic missions. Beta looked in from the car window and saw that the complexions of the etiquette officers were much better, at least she felt relieved.
Faxiu approached Beta and asked, "Don't we need to assign some scouts from the cavalry to scout the way?"
"No need." Beta shook her head.
It is really not necessary, no matter how powerful a cavalry scout is, it will not catch the eyes of flying monsters. Joan of Arc has been hovering high in the sky for a long time. In fact, since they left Tonggu City, Beta released Joan of Arc as a high-altitude eye. The eagle's eyesight is very good, it is easy to see far away, and it can give early warning of most situations.
The reason why Faxiu commanded the cavalry to disperse and protect the diplomatic etiquette officers was because he was worried that some special enemies would come over.
For example, enemies that can be invisible, or enemies with a protective color in the sky. Joan's high-altitude vision is not very effective against this kind of enemy.
The convoy continued to move forward, the further north they went, the wind and snow became heavier, and the sky darkened quickly. When they completely walked out of the range of the mountains and saw the endless ice sheet in front of them, the sun had already set, and the snow on the plain The wind seems to be blowing more violently because of the absence of sunlight.
"Everyone stops moving and stays where they are."
Faxiu came over from the side, his armor was covered with icicles, and asked: "Your Excellency, this place has no shelter, and it is not a good place to camp. Shouldn't it be better for us to move on?"
"Marching at night, in this bad weather, is no different from courting death." The cold night wind made Beta's cloak flutter, and he popped a magic ball of light unaffected by the strong wind into the air. , continued: "If there is no occlusion, we will create an occlusion."
The bright ball of light shone brightly in the sky, and the surrounding darkness was swept away.
Humans are phototaxis animals, and in places with sufficient light, humans will feel much more at ease.
Xue Li got out of the carriage, and walked not far away in the sight of everyone. Then she closed her eyes and opened her hands, the bright light shone on her, the strong wind blew the clothes on her body non-stop, and the bright golden long hair swayed in the air, reflecting the golden light of Jingchang. She is beautiful, as if she is the incarnation of the Storm Goddess.
Almost everyone looked straight in the eyes, regardless of gender.
But Shirley didn't come out to pose and show her beauty.
Then, the wind around her seemed to stop. The snow was cleared away by unseen forces, revealing the black earth below.
Stripes, countless pillars of soil 'grow' out around her, twisted in a weird way, raised, and then tangled together. In the surprised eyes of everyone, it turned into an exaggerated domed earthen building with a height of nearly 20 meters and a length and width of 30 meters.
Shirley stood at the highest point of the building, flicked her fingers lightly, and pale golden magic luminosity poured out from her body, covering the whole building.
The texture of the building begins to change, becoming hard and smooth.
Turn mud into stone.
Because Shirley had built a temporary shelter for slaves before, she was more proficient this time.