Chapter 1081
The sudden battle ended almost silently.
Thinking that the enemy was just a group of deserters passing by the caravan, Byrne Knight didn’t arrange for them at all. When they assembled the shield wall, they launched a "fence charge"—a total of 1,500. The long and narrow formation of Knight arranged in three rows swept across the open platform like a sharp sword.
In one round, the deserters who rushed out suffered more than half of their casualties. They were knocked down by iron cavalry, trampled by horseshoes, and beheaded by a big sword.
A very small number of "former officers" shouted for the soldiers to line up; but the "Legion soldiers" who had fallen from soldiers to bandits had no idea of obeying orders, they looked like a group of rabbits. Both sides of the two battlefields fled in all directions.
Seeing the enemy fleeing, the Byrne Knights blew their whistles, threw away their lances, replaced them with sabers, crossbows and swords, and started hunting in groups of three or four and lost their fighting spirit. Deserters.
The battle quickly evolved from a confrontation between the two armies into a unilateral slaughter, pursuit and mending; the unarmed deserters fell on their knees before they had time to beg for mercy. The sword chopped off the head.
The knights with heavier equipment formed a circle around the battlefield, hunting the headless flies who were lucky; the knight-errant knights with lighter equipment drew out their sabers and crossbows. In the "hunting ground" designated by the Knights, their bow and arrow and riding skills are vividly and thoroughly displayed.
More than 3,000 heavily armed infantry, against the 1,500 cavalry who traveled long distances and were exhausted in horsepower and manpower-Byrne Knights once again proved that they could not be formed on open ground. Regardless of the number of infantry in the phalanx, they can only be killed by one side.
In one hour, the Byrne Knights completely annihilated this "desert Legion" in just one hour, leaving only a handful of livelihoods-this was still preserved by the Fiend hunters. Otherwise, apart from being completely wiped out, they will not have a second end.
And... still zero deaths.
After the battle, the excited Byrne Knights gathered around the black hair wizard and reported the results of the battle to their duke on the drenched with blood battlefield.
Looking at the few prisoners who were kneeling on the ground with a look of horror and a bit of indignation, Loren was almost certain that they were the Legion soldiers who had been defeated from Eboden, the most in the empire. One of the elite veterans Legion.
Because the commander of the banner regiment who was holding Eboden with Loren at the time saw him, he also had the same look in his eyes-rustic, silent, and has several points of "The Emperor" The arrogance of soldiers.
"Empty city?"
"Yes, Lord Duke, that Sacramento deserter said that there is only one empty city in the Forge Town now!" Lake City count Lanmalos 'S expression was a little excited:
"Their sentry found our team, but they thought it was just a big caravan trying to kill a wave of fat sheep, so they went out!"
"Not only that, but we also specifically asked about the alchemists in Forge Town, and the result was far beyond our expectations." White Horse Peak count Rigeler added:
"This group The scum...They only captured the outer towns. Almost all the craftsmen and wizards retreated into the Academy in the town. It was built exactly on the scale of the church and the castle. It was very strong and difficult to capture. That is to say..."
"That is to say, we will rush over right now, and there is still time to save the wizards!" Lan Malos directly pushed Rigeler away and snatched.
Loren was taken aback for a moment, with a slightly surprised expression.
After experiencing the Battle of the Valley of Blood Skeletons, the proud as Byrne Knights finally realized the value of the wizard-without Floating Void City and Lightsaber, without alchemy bombs and various projection weapons, The isolated and helpless Blood Skeleton Valley defenders probably couldn't wait for the final decisive charge, and were overwhelmed by endless carrion demons.
Ignoring the eager expressions of the surrounding Knights, the black hair wizard turned his gaze to the deserter who was kneeling on the ground and still staring at him rebelliously.
"What's your name?"
The captive kneeling on the ground looked suspiciously at the youngster known as the "Duke", with a slightly scared look in his eyes. He was a little cautious, just hummed softly.
Then it was exchanged for a violent kick from Lucien.
"Pu Tong!"
Heavy iron boots kicked on the back of the captive’s head, and a face was "stuffed" into the soil—a move without warning, The Byrne Knights around were shocked.
"Answer the Lord Duke’s question, or he will die." The gray pupil coldly said with a blank face: "There are so many captives, we don’t mind killing the chicken to warn the monkey."
"Then kill me, try it!" The captive yelled while struggling, the sound of breaking wind mixed with a few teeth that popped out, and bleeding in his mouth: "Come on! , Alman’s little, I’m frowned and I’m not a Sacklander!"
"I like this guy."
Carefree’s Lake City count Lanmaros grinned Aloud, not caring about the darkened cheeks of the gray-eyed boy next to him, each minding their own business pointed his chin to the still struggling prisoner on the ground: "Hang him, remember to poke his eyes." Block your mouth again; the uglier this kind of tough guy dies, the more it can scare those who don’t like to pretend to be tough."
The captive kneeling on the ground face changed - especially when he saw it. The gray pupil was nodded very seriously, looking around as if looking for the rope...-but still gritted his teeth and said nothing.
The black hair wizard looked thoughtful is always silent, and his eyes are always on the prisoners' every move.
He faintly felt something was wrong.
Deserts scattered to the point of failure...rebels...solitary, still holding furnace town...a quagmire battlefield...
"Everyone, leave."
The some abrupt commands of black hair wizard make everyone around look at each other in blank dismay.
"Lord Duke, this kind of scum-like deserter is not worth your thoughts..."
"Lu Sien led the skywing to the port, ready to pick up the sailing ship that is about to arrive. "Before they could finish, Loren, who didn't look up, each minding their own business ordered:
"Lake Heart City count Lanmalos, led the Knight-errant Knight to clean the battlefield as soon as possible; White Horse Peak count Regelel, led Byrne Knight to follow the wings of the sky-if the port is occupied by rebels or the elves, it will be attacked and the signal will be sent immediately."
"Oh, yes!!!! !"
Even though they were full of doubts, everyone still obeyed the order and led their teams to turn around and leave.
In a blink of an eye, only Loren and the kneeling prisoners were left around, plus a few guards in the distance, serving as guards hunting Fiend.
The silent captive pressed his bleeding mouth tightly, and his suspicious eyes flickered.
"Then, it's the problem just now." He stared at the opponent calmly, Loren indifferently said: "Name?"
"Luo, Ron..." The captive twitched his throat. , Very vigilant said: "I am Severin Desalion's lord, the third Legion and the fifth...Hundred-men Commander."
"It’s just the Hundred-men Commander, no A middle-ranking officer?"
"My ancestors were from a tenant farmer, not a nobleman, and were not eligible for promotion." The captive swallowed the blood and saliva from his mouth: "Please trust me, I have already told everything I can say Your subordinates, there is nothing left, the Duke... Your lord."
"You are the Legion Hundred-men Commander under the Secretary of Military Affairs. You should serve in the camp where the Eberdon Line and the Elves are confronting each other. "As if not hearing him, Loren continued to ask each minding their own business: "Why did they appear in Forgetown?"
"Our camp collapsed and was taken down— —There are as many rabbit masters as real rabbits, they can't stop them at all; we fought and retreated, guarded and ran, and then..."
"We ran to Furnace Town?"
"Yes!"
The captive with wide eyes, nodded desperately.
The black hair wizard smiled.
"Look, I am willing to trust you." Loren's words changed. "But in order to make me believe you more, I have to trouble you to answer a few questions."
"The first one—you said that the wizards in Forgetown hid in the Academy and defended them. They have not been attacked yet; my men have never been here, so they don’t know that the warehouse in Forgetown is not in the Academy. , But in the town-so even if they hid in the Academy, they are unarmed."
"Then the group of alchemists, I have dealt with them; they may be very good at making Weapons, but most people have never fought, and the wizard Academy in Forge Town is not a fortress with a high pool. How did they treat you outside?"
"If you guessed it right, You should also have a batch of projectile weapons in your hands-catapults, heavy ballistas and small movable torque catapults, which are used to attack a wizard Academy that is not too strong. It should be easy for you, right?"
"We..."
A trace of panic flashed across the captive's face-although it was only a flash, it was still caught by Loren.
"But... let’s first assume that what you said is true. The wizards in Forgetown hid in the Academy and couldn’t defend themselves, and you never managed to attack—this time you found out A caravan passed by, ready to robbery; it sounds reasonable, but..."
"Unfortunately, you occupy Furnace Town; the town is not big, but the supplies are quite sufficient. , It’s not too easy to feed and arm thousands of people.” Loren continued, looking directly at those increasingly panicked eyes:
“In that case, it’s not too easy for you to occupy the empire. The rebels in important workshops and military material distribution centers, why do they have to go out and attack an unknown number of caravans?"
"It's strange, shouldn't you be supposed to be at this time?"
" Defend the furnace town firmly to ensure that these supplies will not fall into the surrounding deserters, rebels, or the hands of the sighed Azorean elves?"
sighed, Loren looked at the already speechless" Former Hundred-men Commander", slightly smiled: "So based on my understanding of the surrounding situation and the answers you gave, I made the following judgments."
"My subordinates told me There are many villages around Furnace Town, but now all of these villages have been burned and looted by you, as well as the Azores. The only difference is that some villages have been slaughtered, but the property and the like have not been moved. , And did not see any traces of resistance."
"So...I guess the reason why the villages have no traces of resistance is because they have also taken refuge in you; you have taken refuge in the Forgetown and gathered together to The power extends to the surrounding area and becomes the'lord' around here."
"It's not that there is no resistance, but people who can resist have already joined you. The only thing left is the old people who stayed in the village. Weak women and children...Facing the butcher knife of the Azores, of course, there is no room for resistance."
The smile on Loren's face gradually disappeared, and his expression became more and more cold: "As for why you are going out--presumably It should be the Azorean elves who flee to East Sarkland. After sweeping the surrounding villages, they also started to attack the Forge."
"You know who I am, so this kind of thing is used Don’t be surprised; I know exactly what the Azores’ tactics are."
"You who collapsed across the Eboden line, even if you have the weapons and supplies of the Forgetown. Dare to fight head-on with the elves. Just heard a little wind and planned to run away."
"You didn't come at us, you just ran into us while running away—I guess Your original plan was to go all the way north and take refuge in Brandon Desalion, right?" Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit:
"And we will accept you who are'deceived' by you. Furnace Town that has been vacated, and is now The Azores who came here hit the spot. "
"Next, regardless of whether the battle is won or lost, it has nothing to do with you-because even if I die in the hands of the Azores, it is impossible to hold my hatred on you. . "
"And Brandon is even more impossible to reprimand you for your fault as a deserter... He is conscripting the army, the most lacking is that you are such an experienced low-level officer; and you, who came back from Eboden, There is also very important information for the Azores. "
"So in any case, you can save your life or even a blessing in disguise, relying on Brendan Brandon to become a little nobleman in East Sacrament, owning a small piece in a remote place land. "
"What I said...right? "
The speechless captive lowered his head, and his bleeding lips kept trembling, as if he didn't know how to answer; suddenly he was shivered, and the trembling of his cheeks suddenly began." Spread", the whole body was shaking violently; like convulsions and convulsions, blistering foam was continuously sprayed from his bloody mouth,
Loren frowned slightly— This kind of trick of pretending to be crazy and stupid, he has seen a lot of it in his previous life and in this life.
But the next second, the situation changes suddenly.
"Your insight... still It's as sharp as ever, Loren Torino. "
The captive with his head drooped suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and Loren stared at each other.
The eyes are not turned white pupils, but overflowing, sticky like The plasma-like gray and blue liquid is constantly overflowing from his eye sockets.
The cold and trembling Void Power …assaults the senses.