On the seventh day after Colin woke up, the Black Cavalry finally set off again.
However, the advancing speed of the army was very slow.
Slow like an elite cavalry at all.
Such a marching speed is very suitable for Colin, after all, his injury has not fully healed.
Raymond did not know where to get a flat trailer, and spread some thatch on it as a buffer, and Colin was quite comfortable lying on it.
The spring sun is warm and warm, making people drowsy.
Even though Colin, who is a vampire, doesn't like the sun, he slowly dozed off after basking in the sun.
Even though he was in the most elite army in the northern border, Ke Lin insisted on showing a lazy atmosphere of leisure and vacation.
Vera wasn't around.
After all, she is the adopted daughter of the Duke of the North, so even if she has some affection for Colin, she still won't be able to guard her every step of the way.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be a licking dog
Even if he wants to lick, it should be Colin's initiative.
After all, Vera's status is much nobler than Colin's.
But looking at Ke Lin's appearance, it is obvious that he has no intention of striking while the iron is hot.
When picking up girls, you have to be indifferent.
This is the painful lesson learned from Colin's failed dog licking career in his previous life.
The army just marched northward slowly.
After gradually approaching the Jinghu camp, more and more rout soldiers were encountered.
Marquis Garcia never refused to come, gathered them all, and arranged them as auxiliary soldiers behind the army.
From the mouths of these broken soldiers, Colin also gradually learned more details about the defeat of Marquis Charles.
This war has actually started since last year.
At the beginning of May last year, under the leadership of the troll prince Gambik Volkin, an army of 300,000 trolls assembled at the border, ready to march southward.
On the northern side, Marquis Charles led an army of 200,000 to fight against it.
Among the 200,000 troops, 100,000 are from the direct line of the St. Hilde family - the Golden Lion Legion, and the other 100,000 are the private troops of the major lords in the northern border.
For example, Colin's father, Baron Angelet, led 3,000 soldiers to the front line to fight after receiving the order from the Duke of St. Hilde.
Although the number is disadvantaged, the human side is not inferior in momentum.
After all, in recent decades, the North has hardly lost a war against trolls.
In particular, the commander of the troll army, the Prince of Gambic, was an old acquaintance who had been pressed to the ground and beaten by Marquis Garcia in various positions.
Under such circumstances, the northern side inevitably became a little careless.
But most people didn't realize, or were unwilling to admit, that the Marquis Garcia and his Black Cavalry Army were the guarantee of victory in the northern frontier.
Now that this "guarantee of victory" has disappeared, can the Marquis of Charles alone shoulder the burden of guarding the border
Obviously, things did not develop as expected by the northerners.
From the initial confrontation period, Marquis Charles seemed a little powerless.
In the small-scale tentative battle between the two sides, the Marquis of Charles was even more stretched and exhausted.
At this time, the troll commander, Prince Gambic, had already found out the reality of the duke's son, and understood that the Marquis Charles' battlefield command ability was completely incomparable to that of another Marquis once.
As a result, the troll side gradually stepped up their offensive, and broke through the defense line set up by the northern side in one fell swoop last winter, killing them in.
The Marquis Charles retreated steadily, until he retreated to the vicinity of Mirror Lake.
There, he issued an emergency call-up order, and placed the recruited miscellaneous soldiers in the Jinghu camp as bait, while he led the main force to ambush nearby.
Later, when the trolls attacked the Jinghu camp, Marquis Charles led the army to kill from behind.
Unfortunately, he still failed.
In addition to the two fatal mistakes that Colin analyzed before, there was another important reason for the fiasco of Marquis Charles—his plan was seen ahead of time by the troll!
I don't know if Prince Gambic really knew things well, or he discovered the traces of the Marquis Charles' army, or someone leaked military secrets...
In short, when the trolls attacked the Jinghu camp, they did not attack with their entire army, but deployed the main force at the rear, waiting for Marquis Charles to get into the trap.
So, the Marquis of Charles failed miserably again.
The 200,000 troops were almost completely lost in this series of fiascos.
Even the Marquis of Charles himself is now being hunted by trolls and his whereabouts are unknown.
Oh no.
The whereabouts of the Marquis Charles soon became clear.
On the thirteenth day after the Black Cavalry Army left Benliu Hebei, they encountered a large defeated army head-on.
There were about 5,000 people in this defeated army, and it was Marquis Charles who led this defeated army.
Behind them, there is a troll chaser of more than 8,000 people.
However, when the pursuer saw the flag of the Black Cavalry Army from a distance, they turned around decisively and gave up the pursuit.
He didn't even have the courage to try and attack.
Marquis Charles was finally saved.
However, his tragic fate has only just begun.
After learning that the Marquis of Charles was among the defeated army, Colin also left the trailer, ready to go to see the excitement.
For the Marquis of Charles, Colin definitely did not like it.
First of all, the death of his cheap old man was mostly caused by this guy's command error.
This also led to the death of his predecessor, as well as the assassination of Carter Cavaliers.
Moreover, after he escaped from Graycastle Town, he was taken to the Mirror Lake Camp as bait by the Marquis Charles' emergency call-up order, followed by a series of pursuits and near-death experiences...
Therefore, when Colin saw the embarrassment of Marquis Charles, he was rather gloating.
"uncle… "
At this time, Marquis Charles was half kneeling in front of Marquis Garcia with a gloomy expression.
Although both of them are marquises, their gold content is very different.
What's more, this series of fiascos also caused Marquis Charles to completely fall from the altar.
And it also highlights the importance of Marquis Garcia.
"You fought a good battle!" Marquis Garcia did not let Charles get up, but scolded with a frosty face.
"Uncle, I, I was careless..."
"Snapped!"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Marquis Garcia whipped Charles, who was trying to make an excuse, to the ground.
The audience was silent.
Some timid ones even lowered their heads and dared not look any further.
Although the Marquis of Garcia is the elder of the Marquis of Charles, he is the Duke's number one heir after all, the future Lord of the North!
To be whipped like this under the watchful eyes of everyone...
"You bastard! If you lose, you lose. Besides incompetence, what reason do you have?"
Charles trembled when he heard the words, and immediately crawled and crawled at the feet of Marquis Garcia, shouting loudly:
"Uncle, I was wrong! I was wrong...
I'm sorry for the St. Hilde family, I'm sorry for the dead soldiers, I'm sorry for the people of the northern border, huh..."
The majestic Marquis, the future Lord of the Northern Territory, is actually in front of the public like this—
Cried.
(end of this chapter)