From a distance, the five thousand advance troops walked on the Deep Forest Avenue with great power, flags fluttered and glamorous...

But Viscount Quinn, who was standing in it, could see clearly that his power was because the knights shouted and out of tune, and the out-of-tune military songs were coming one after another. The flags were waving because the five thousand people were composed of two dukes and hundreds of small families with more than ten earls. Each one was one flag, making people dizzy. The knights from various manors may have strong military achievements, but after five or six generations, it was the first time that those unworthy descendants were traveling far away on their armor, and their thighs were worn out and their skin was so painful.

With another sigh, Viscount Quin was despairing for them. The beautiful Idimos kept his promise. Viscount Quin received the order from Bilson and happily left the Quanfeng Pass that made him tremble, and was appointed as the commander of the advance force to attack the army. He was so grateful that he saw it in the barracks...

Alas, these manor owners who had not fought for decades but were furious about military achievements and spoils, forced the farmers and miners to come over, put on leather armor and weapons and trained for two months, which was even worse than the militia. Some knights' troops looked fierce and majestic, full of murderous aura, but they were all stolen and snatched when marching. These were war mercenaries hired from the Crimson Federation, and the components were extremely complicated. Who knew how many thieves, fugitives, and spies were there.

The team of five thousand people dragged to 10,000 sarris. Fortunately, the scout was a veteran brought by Viscount Quinn from Quanfeng Pass, and he was responsible for the investigation. Otherwise, he could commit suicide by ambushing any randomly.

When he saw the giant wood wall of Xueju Castle, he breathed a sigh of relief. The wall of Xueju Castle was surrounded by high-quality trees from the Tiya Forest. The wood was solid and tight, and the outer skin was burned black but roughly intact. The castle had been searched by scouts, and no one was present except weeds and wild animals, and the house inside basically collapsed.

Viscount Quinn and a large group of "adjutants" and "Knights of Glory" climbed to the wall to look at it. The old guard at Quanfeng Pass was very satisfied with the place. It was early spring, and the grass was very low and it could not hide people at all. Moreover, the view was wide, and just a little moonlight could prevent sneak attacks. There was a small river with gentle water flowing into the forest in the distance. Although it took a few steps to get water, it would avoid the risk of flooding and underwater diving. At the end of the sight was the forest. It would definitely be difficult for the elves to attack. This was a very good place to settle down.

Seeing the commander smile and nodding, the adjutants sang together how solid the walls and how good the vision was, and thought they had guessed Viscount Quinn's thoughts.

But Viscount just said: "Open a combat meeting!"

In a cleared open space, the officers and heads of each family sat around, and they struggled for a while. The men who had never participated in the war regarded this place as a tea party. This person said he wanted to grab 20 elf girls and went back to anger the yellow-faced woman at home, and the other said that whoever fucked me to grab the first one would taste my axe. The topic became more and more tilted, and even the more reserved people got involved.

Viscount Quinn looked up at the bird curiously looking at the abandoned tower, thinking that it would be great if I was so carefree as well.

"Do you plan to ruin your deployment and private soldiers here?" Viscount stood up and roared, scaring everyone, and looked at the commander without any idea.

"Watch your brains, think about why the regular army stayed behind but took the initiative to give us the first wave of looting positions." He asked.

"Because Essin is invincible!" A young man less than 20 years old jumped up, and he didn't know which heir he was. He turned around and saw a bunch of "you are an idiot" eyes.

Another guy said: "You mean...we are stones that explore the way, and the senior leaders behind the regular army use us to test the elves?" These people may not understand military affairs, but they all have their own scriptures when they are involved in politics.

"That's right!"

Everyone was uproaring, and the discussion started again. "I knew it was a conspiracy of the Prime Minister's party. Because of the prince's relationship, he hated southerners for a long time."

"No, I heard that the royal family was worried that the power of each principality was too great, and maybe it was used to cut it off."

“It may also be…”

"Okay!" Quinn cried, "If we suffer a great loss, the main generals behind us will revoke my command in the name of unfavorable combat damage to the national prestige. And let alone getting rich, you may even be taken over by your own troops."

Everyone's faces became very sarcastic, some believed and some were suspicious. "Mr. Quinn, the exterior wall of this hamlet is very solid and the elves cannot enter."

"Do you think the walls are dark because they look good? Two years ago, the Blood Fight Castle was burned by the elves once, and they will be able to come again!"

Everyone was shaken again, and someone immediately complained why didn’t he say it earlier?

Viscount Quinn curled his lips. If I had said it earlier, who would you run away from me? "My lords, there is no other choice at the moment, unless you plan to be deserters and then your property is confiscated." Everyone stopped talking, waiting for Quinn's order and throwing the bag to him. "If you want to continue dreaming of getting rich, you must follow my military orders, otherwise a vanguard with loose sand will not even be able to hit the outside of the forest! Tonight, you must be loose on the outside and tight on the inside, and strictly prevent sneak attacks..."

After two hours of argument, Viscount Quinn coerced and tempted, and finally took down the temporary command of all private soldiers.

The bird who had watched the top of the tower for two hours flew up and headed towards the forest.

...

"How is it?" The leader of the Black Feather, Ranger, asked the Druid.

"I listened for a long time. The commander named Quinn is a real human being. I will guard against us tonight. Moreover, the five thousand troops have only three thousand people entering the fort, and two thousand outside the fort."

Ranger frowned and nodded: "Two thousand people are still within the scope of acceptance."

"What's so annoying is that these humans are worried that the political infighting from behind are better than the bow and arrows of Tiya, and they look down on us so much!" said the druid indignantly.

“Isn’t this the advantage?”

That night, the advance troops were sieved. The three thousand people who Quinn thought were more elite and reliable were left in the fort, waiting for a chance to attack at any time. The two thousand people outside the fort were too amateur, or of unclear origin, and did not issue any orders, making them look slack.

Quinn's many years of war intuition told him that if the elves had the intention of counterattacking, they would definitely attack on the first night of the army's tired journey. He prepared a pot of bitter coffee without sugar to prepare the night's elves. Sitting in the tent, his brain was running like a flying one. If the enemy attacked, he would be entangled by the troops outside. There was enough time to prepare and slaughter in the wall. If the opponent was just stumbled on the battle, he would...

As I thought about it, my mind fell into a hazy state.

In places that everyone ignores, unique blue flowers grow. It is too inconspicuous. From the root to the flower, only one finger long, and two leaves bloom in pieces. Not only in the soil, but also in collapsed houses and well walls, flowers grow, as if agreed, and a faint fragrance will be emitted.

A guard who was watching from the wall stared at the flowers emerging from the soles of his feet. He didn't know whether this was a supernatural phenomenon or a natural phenomenon. He leaned closer and smelled it, and then started fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, and then he turned over.

Similar scenes are performed everywhere in the Blood Fighting Fort as the sea of ​​flowers blooms. The walls ensure that the enemy cannot come in at will, but also block the evening breeze of spring, allowing the fragrance of flowers that have a sleep effect to condense. Outside the Fort, the sea of ​​flowers is also blooming, but it is quickly blown away by the wind, with few effects.

A night owl chirping in the dark sky, dozens of shadows emerged from the edge of the forest, and immediately melted into the dark night, leaving only traces of large creatures climbing through the grass.

Lamesil sat on the back of his Yebiao leopard companion named "Leng Humor". Every time he called this name, other elves felt that Lamesil had implemented the cold joke route. The Night Blade troops soon came to the outer wall, and the black panthers threw out their dagger-like claws and led the riders to climb vertically.

Suddenly, Ramesilai and his cold humor fell down, and the invisibility effect was also cracked. Fortunately, the nearby sentry slept very well.

"Climb!" The Ranger got angry at the big cat.

His animal companion also turned his head and stared at him. Ramesilai was making a fuss with it for half a year. At a glance, he knew it was saying: You are too heavy, bastard!

The Night Blade troops climbed over the wall and landed quietly. Among the group of sleeping guards, the Queen of Garlanderd stood for a long time. Leng Humo shook his butt and threw its companion down, and he leaned over and let Druciliya touch his head. Ramesila stood up in anger and made a gesture, and the Night Blade Knights immediately dispersed.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel when you revisit the old place?"

"It's obvious that it's only two years, but I feel it's the same as in my previous life." Druciliya sighed quietly. "Those passionate and reckless years seem to be lived by another person, strange and familiar."
Chapter completed!