Kalis had no argument, and it was meaningless to argue with the dying person.

He walked closer, took the dagger from his adjutant, and pointed it at Flamar's throat and slit it hard, and said coldly: "Don't worry! I will tell your family about your death. I will take good care of your wife."

The Duchess of Flamar is a famous beauty in Viking.

The feeling of the throat being broken was so clear that Flamar felt the whole world going away. His soul was so complex, full of anger, unwillingness, regret and hatred.

For the first time, he transferred his expectations for gods to alien races.

The giants in the north will avenge me, I am waiting for you in hell!

...

Viscount Monio feels that life is getting harder and harder.

I went north and had very little harvest. Except for the initial attack on the giant town and getting a little spoil, I was either rushing to the road or staying in the camp waiting for the scout report, not knowing where to go.

The northern continent was too big, and this land was unfamiliar to the whites. Viscount Monio gritted his teeth and drew 2,000 cavalry as temporary scouts to search all surrounding areas.

The news from all aspects was disappointing. The scouts could not find traces of the giant. Of course, this was not a trace, but all the villages and cities found so far were empty. Those huge guys seemed to evaporate directly into the air, with no toes left.

Things scored in two ways. Viscount Monio is not a fool. He knew this was a typical act of avoiding war, which also meant that the northern giants made two choices: either they were concentrating their troops and preparing to launch a large-scale counterattack, or they were scared and fled as far as they could.

If it is the latter case, it will be a great thing for Viscount Monio.

He is now worried that the situation will evolve into the former.

The supply line behind is getting longer and longer. Although the Lock Dragon Pass does not lack food, it will also carry out long-distance transportation through the Shenwei Fortress in China. The problem is that it takes too long along the way, and personnel and livestock must also be consumed while transporting grain. Taking the vanguard troops under his control as an example, the military's grain reserves have been reduced from the week when they set out to the current four days.

The war continues, but Viscount Monio can no longer imagine that continuing to chase the giants will cause various problems. Once the logistics line collapses, it means that you will lose without a fight.

The worse problem comes from the scouts. Their personnel loss is too fast and has exceeded the bottom line that Viscount Monio can accept.

The scouts lost forty percent, and the two thousand mixed cavalry scouts lost nearly half.

All signs indicate that the giants have not gone far, and they are hiding in a corner very close to them like ghosts. They may be observing secretly, or they may be a restraining force that does not have an advantage, and their combat methods are mainly harassing and creating chaos.

These practices are very common, but they are extremely troublesome. After all, this is the home court of the giants, and they are like fish in water. If Viscount Monio wants more information, he must continue to invest more manpower and material resources.

New scouts will always find human heads in the wild. They are all white, usually hung on trees with ropes or strung on top of wooden poles.

Many scouts were found after death, their skin was peeled off, their abdomen were cut open, and their internal organs were hollowed out. The northern giants used their intestines to bind the dead, just like the common practice of tying pork with ropes in taverns, which was tightly tied.

Yes, it's not a rope, but a gut. Viscount Monio personally identified the scouts who were killed, including him, and many officers from the Kingdom of Plantain had a new understanding of the execution methods of the northern giants.

The large number of scouts died was not meaningless. Through blood-stained reconnaissance reports, Viscount Monio finally gained a general understanding of the control range of the northern giants. The information was mainly limited to the terrain, but the most critical "giant city" had only one rough direction and could not be detailed at all.

Language malfunction is a big problem.

To be fair, the scouts of the Porcelain Kingdom are very brave and experienced. They successfully captured some giants with more fighting less, and there were four in total.

The news of the defeat of the main Viking forces has not yet come. The Pioneer Army of the Plantain led by Viscount Monio is two directions with that side. He knows nothing about the various problems encountered by Duke Flamar, but he has no good impression of the northern giants, so he omits the "involvement and assimilation" process that Duke Viking once carried out on the giants and directly tortures the confession.

The four giant captives were tortured to death, but the viscount was unable to obtain any useful information from them.

A serious sense of crisis was overwhelming. Viscount Monio could do the only thing that Viscount Monio could do was to send people to urge the main force behind to speed up the speed of the journey, and at the same time, it required more personnel to send supplies and set up a large number of supply stations along the way.

These practices are similar to Duke Flamar, the difference is that Viscount Monio arranged more guard forces at each station than the Vikings. This also led to the fact that although his vanguard army received support from the main force in the rear for six consecutive times, the total force now is only 150,000.

Marquis Elken was very dissatisfied with this. Although he admired the excellent military talents of Viscount, no matter how outstanding his personal abilities were, they had to be proved by rich spoils. Since the war started, the Kingdom of Porcher Flower has obtained a batch of supplies at the Dragon Lock Pass, and the subsequent income has been almost zero. Even if Marquis Elken was willing to protect Monio, the king and nobles would not think so.

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He always felt that there was danger on the flanks, and then the news from the scouts returned showed that this was just his personal imagination. Not to mention that it was the main force of large-scale giants, even a guerrilla team of one or two hundred people was missing.

Viscount Monio felt that he was really suspicious, and all signs showed that the giant was strengthening the wall and clearing the wilderness. It was actually normal that there was no gain during this period. The giant should be waiting for his decisive battle somewhere in front of him.

The chance of winning in a head-on battle is very high, and the original spear and sword are filled with scrap iron in front of the cannon.

Another dusk is coming.

Viscount Monio took the guards to patrol the camp as usual. This is a hill, and the temporary camp is located on the hillside. You can get water near the river, but cooking is a little more troublesome. You need to cut down trees and use a portion of the coal transported from the rear.

Viscount was strict in the military and fair in his heart, and was very popular with the lower-level soldiers. However, at this time of day, the soldiers were more interested in dinner.

The staple food is unchanging black bread, plus a large pot of boiled military porridge. Oatmeal and rice are cooked together, and it is boiled into a semi-solidified form. The food in the Kingdom of Gorefoil is pretty good. Butter and dried fruits are often added to the porridge, plus a little minced meat. Vegetables are mainly carrots and potatoes, and turnips cut into cubes.

Viscount Monio walked to a boiling pot and signaled the chef to hand over a long iron spoon. He bent over and kept stirring it in the pot with a spoon. He was satisfied with seeing a lot of boiled meat, and raisins that swelled into round shapes under high temperature and soaking.

A non-commissioned officer came over with courage. He held an empty metal lunch box in his hand, respectfully and with a little obvious fear, "Sir, this porridge tastes very good, let's try it together!"

The adjutant standing on the side frowned and quickly stepped forward to stop him. His words were not excessive, but just a simple command: "Get off."

The non-commissioned officer's approach was obviously inappropriate, and the lunch box was not very clean to the adjutant.

Monio smiled and raised his hand, making a comforting move: "It's okay, I'm hungry, so eat something here."

He took the lunch box from the non-commissioned officer, scooped two large spoons of military porridge for himself, then walked to the quarantine officer who was responsible for distributing bread diagonally, received his own portion, walked to the middle of the soldiers, and squatted, drinking the porridge while chewing the black bread.

The approachable approach has indeed achieved results. Almost all soldiers are civilians, and their attitude towards the nobles is very complicated: respect, disgust, fear, hatred, and is mixed with strong envy and desire to be close. After all, the identity difference between them is very different, and most people's destiny is in the hands of the nobles.

If a poet saw this scene, he would definitely write sentences like "A noble unicorn suddenly appeared among a group of shameful mice."

Viscount knew how to win people's hearts. He had no airs, and the soldiers gradually gathered around with curiosity. The originally small circle of more than a dozen people quickly expanded to hundreds.

Monio raised his neck and drank his last bite of porridge, wiped the remaining part of the lunch box with the last piece of bread in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly. Such a simple action was immediately recognized by the soldiers around him. They laughed one after another, and even those who were usually taciturn and had no good feelings for the nobles had to admit that this was indeed a typical way for civilians to eat.

"What's your name?" Viscount Monio handed the empty lunch box to the non-commissioned officer who had been sitting near him.

"Leonson." He is a middle-aged man with a solid figure, a loyal appearance, easy to approach, and at first glance he looks like a favorable person: "My father also calls this name."

"How do you feel about the northern giant?" Viscount deliberately pointed the topic in this regard. He wanted to know the soldiers' true thoughts, and at the same time he could also boost morale.

"They are tall and big." Leonson raised his hands and made an exaggerated position: "Their heads are too big. But I am very interested in their mouths. If they don't have teeth, it's better, it's no different from the butts of women."

The vulgar jokes immediately caused laughter among the onlookers, and there were more discussions and conversations.

"We should catch a few female giants and let them taste our power."

"Enough, it's impossible for you to satisfy their appetites if you have a maldeveloped carrot."

"I don't like giants, but I like their bodies, especially bones, which are valuable to polish and make beads. Especially rich ladies like necklaces made of these beads."

The young and handsome adjutant was not used to this kind of occasion. His face was tense and his angry expression was frozen, but it was not because of the Viscount's orders and etiquette.

Monho turned a blind eye to this, and he always had a comfortable smile on his face. The benefits of doing this are obvious, mainly to narrow the distance between him and the soldiers. Of course, there are different meanings now---he needs to strengthen the control of the army, only in this way can he deal with the food shortage caused by poor supply.

"Haha, you can get whatever you want. As long as we win this war and kill all the giants." Monho knew that such a stir was more effective than any pre-war motivation.

NCO Leonson's eyes were flashing with greed: "I want to catch a few giants and leave one of the most obedient servants and sell the rest so that there will be a lot of money to buy the land."

Viscount nodded repeatedly with a smile: "This is a good idea. You can build a manor to grow grapes."

A soldier next to him continued to chant: "I like wine."

The companion around him gave him his elbow and laughed "Haha": "You prefer the ass of a giant female."

The soldier glared: "Can't I want both?"

"Of course!" Viscount Monio stood up, walked to the soldiers, and patted his shoulder with a smile: "There is still a long way to go ahead, but compared with the rich benefits, this little effort and difficulty are nothing."

"Sir, you are right!" No. Servant Leonson knew how to figure out the meaning and echoed: "The giants are valuable, and even the dead giants can be sold for a large amount of money. As long as we finish this battle, we can all become a mogul."

"And you can also get the land here!" Viscount Monio was very satisfied with the performance of the non-commissioned officer. In contrast, the adjutant who has been by his side for many years is simply a piece of wood. He can only stand there and say nothing, and even disdain to make a polite smile on the surface.

"General, when will we start the attack?"

"I must catch a few more female giants back. I heard there are many ways to get them pregnant. Giant children are very valuable. Their prices in the slave market are several times higher than those in adult giants."

"If I can really get the land here, I will do whatever I do. This is a good place to pass on to future generations..."

Amid the chaotic discussion, Monio took Leonson away from the group of soldiers and came to a secluded corner.

The Viscount waved his hand and asked the adjutant to leave: "You go first, Mr. Leonson and I have something to talk about."

Although the adjutant was reluctant, he had to obey the order. He glared at the non-commissioned officer fiercely, gritted his teeth, and turned around without saying a word.
Chapter completed!