The setting sun is like blood.
The killing that lasted all day finally subsided at this moment.
The camp of the wolf cavalry has now become a real cemetery.
There are dense black spots hovering in the sky, which are vultures attracted by the smell of blood.
Where there is death, there are them.
Of course, the black cavalry also had casualties, but the corpses of these fallen soldiers could not be left in the wild like the corpses of trolls to be ruined by wild beasts, but were all gathered and burned.
When Colin saw the body of a high-ranking knight being engulfed in flames, Colin was heartbroken beyond measure.
Such a waste!
But no matter how much Ke Lin drooled, he didn't dare to desecrate Pao Ze's body in front of the black cavalry.
Unwilling to give up, he also approached Earl Dawson and asked for the burial of these fallen soldiers.
Earl Dawson rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you dig a hole in this ice field first?"
Colin really tried.
And then tired to death.
The frozen soil here is too difficult to dig.
No wonder the Black Riders chose to be cremated.
In desperation, Ke Lin couldn't continue to entangle, so he had to give up.
After cleaning the battlefield, preliminary statistics of the results of this battle were also made. The trolls left more than 30,000 corpses here.
Of course, more wolf cavalry took advantage of the chaos and fled.
So, the battle isn't quite over yet.
What followed was a bloody and brutal pursuit.
The original tent of the troll has now become the temporary command post of the Black Cavalry Army.
Marquis Garcia gave a series of combat orders expressionlessly. Under his command, the Black Cavalry was like a sophisticated mechanical octopus, stretching out its tentacles, tightly entwining those wolf cavalrymen who were trying to escape until they were killed. All hanged.
Colin huddled in a corner, observing and studying carefully.
This is a rare opportunity.
Although he still doesn't understand why the Marquis Garcia would allow him, an outsider who doesn't belong to the Black Cavalry, to observe and study so unscrupulously, Colin doesn't feel embarrassed.
Not everyone has the opportunity to learn the art of war from the best generals in the world.
Finally, the military order was issued.
The generals of the black cavalry walked out of the camp in silence.
No doubts, let alone objections.
This army is used to obeying the orders of Marquis Garcia.
Because as long as you obey absolutely, you can win one victory after another.
Tried and tested.
Prestige is established in this way.
When a coach can continuously lead his subordinates to win one victory after another, then he is the god in the hearts of the soldiers!
In fact, this is the root cause of why famous generals are always suspected by the monarch.
In the special group of the army, everything is about victory.
Even if it is a monarch in name, if he cannot lead the soldiers to victory, then his orders will not be implemented at all.
The reason is very simple. These soldiers don't understand politics or even loyalty, but they understand a simple truth-if you lose a battle, you will die.
Moreover, it is very likely that he died.
So, in order to survive, one must win.
If the rebellion can win, they will follow the coach to rebel without hesitation.
Colin straightened his armor and stretched his muscles.
Of course he didn't get any military order, after all he was an outsider.
Besides him, there is actually another outsider here—Vera.
This female mage has already dozed off, her head is nodding, she is very cute.
But she can't be blamed, after all, she was called up in the middle of the night last night, and today was a whole day of intense fighting, and she didn't quite understand the military meeting just now, so she inevitably began to doze off.
"Hey, wake up." Colin leaned over and nudged Vera with his elbow.
"Ah? What's the matter?" Vera looked up in confusion, and when she saw Colin's narrow smile, she blushed immediately.
Over there, Marquis Garcia was still discussing something in a low voice with Earl Dawson, and he didn't seem to pay attention to the small movements of these two outsiders.
"Is this battle over?" Vera glanced at her uncle, seeing that he hadn't noticed her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's not completely over. Next, we have to hunt down the scattered wolf cavalry. We can't let them reorganize, let alone let them join the main army of trolls in the southwest."
"Oh." Vera frowned slightly, but soon her face became resolute again, and she didn't complain about anything.
To be honest, the adopted daughter of the duke is indeed a resolute character, and she is not spoiled at all.
The mage's body is already weak, but she still insists on not falling behind, which is really commendable.
"Vera." Marquis Garcia looked over and said softly, "You will follow Earl Dawson later and stay to clean up the battlefield. I will lead the army to continue the pursuit."
"Okay." Vera understood that her uncle was being considerate of her, so she obediently agreed.
Afterwards, Marquis Garcia looked at Colin: "Knight Colin, do you want to follow me or Earl Dawson?"
Colin immediately straightened his chest: "I would like to follow you!"
Although it is safer to stay behind, and you can also develop a relationship with Vera, but Colin knows the importance, how could he give up such a good learning opportunity.
The Marquis of Garcia at this time is more attractive than Vera.
"Okay." Marquis Garcia nodded and strode out of the tent.
Colin hurriedly followed up.
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Although the black cavalry army laid a net to prevent the remnants of the wolf cavalry from joining the main force of the trolls, it is obviously impossible that there will be no fish that slipped through the net on this ice field extending in all directions.
Most of the remnants of the wolf cavalry were deliberately driven by the black cavalry to flee in the opposite direction, but a few wolf cavalry still broke through the heavy encirclement of the black cavalry and joined the main force of the trolls.
As a result, the news of the defeat finally reached here.
In the commanding tent of the army, the atmosphere was oppressive and dignified.
The tall troll sitting on the main seat looked a little dazed at this moment.
His name was Gambic Walkin.
Is the Southern Prince of the Troll Empire.
The trolls' ruling system is very similar to that of humans. This is actually the result of their hard work to learn and imitate after being repeatedly defeated by the Glory Empire.
The supreme ruler is the troll emperor Murdov Walkin, and under him are the four princes of the East, South, West, and North, whose status is similar to the Duke of the Four Realms of the Glorious Empire.
Among them, the Prince of the South is the best of the four kings in terms of prestige and strength.
The reason is simple, the south of the troll empire is the north.
This direction is not only the biggest threat to the troll empire, but also the ancestral land they dream of.
Guarding the southern part of the Sky Ice Field, if you don't have a certain strength, you will have already received a box lunch.
Therefore, when fighting against the northern borders, unless the troll emperor personally marches, the prince of the south will be the supreme commander.
Of course this time is no exception.
Gambic Volkin, the number two figure in the troll empire, is also an old acquaintance of Marquis Garcia.
The two have been fighting for more than ten years, and Gambik has basically never won.
But even so, his reputation in the troll empire is growing day by day.
The reason for such a weird situation is that although Gambic has been losing all the time, he is the most beautiful loser, and sometimes he can even fight back and forth with Marquis Garcia.
As for the other generals of the Troll Empire, as long as they encountered the Black Cavalry, they would all lose their underwear.
Therefore, Gambic Volkin became the only troll general who could fight against Marquis Garcia because he was taller than the dwarf.
This time in the Southern Expedition, taking advantage of the fact that Marquis Garcia was transferred from the front line, Prince Gambic finally raised his eyebrows and declared to the world with victories—
It's not that Gambic is bad, but that Marquis Garcia is too perverted.
If you don't believe me, once the Marquis Garcia is gone, there will be no one in the north to be his opponent.
But unexpectedly, the Marquis Garcia came back again!
Moreover, in this silent way, he gave himself such a ruthless blow.
Prince Gambik was stunned for a long time before finally speaking.
His hoarse voice echoed in the handsome tent: "Tell me, what should I do now?"
However, the troll generals in the tent looked at me and you, and remained silent.
There was a dead silence.
(end of this chapter)