Just when Long Yu and his friends were holding a celebration banquet, about a hundred miles away from St. John's Castle, the first batch of reinforcements had already gathered here. The reinforcements included the Earls of Anmita in Doron County, southern China.
The total number of leaders was about 100,000, and there were more than 20 nobles of all sizes, but this time they were all led by Anmitai.
A grand banquet was being held in Anmitai's tent, which was a common criticism of the nobles. Whether they were going to fight or hunt, the activities were basically the same every night, drinking, eating meat, watching singing and dancing. At this time, the
The tent was noisy, Anmitai had a satisfied smile on his face, and a group of gorgeously dressed dancers twisted their seductive waists in the open space in front of the tent. The nobles talked and laughed and drank, almost everyone
There is no trace of war on his face.
"Sir, the new military newspaper." A servant walked into the tent quickly and bent down to hand over a sealed sheepskin scroll. An Mitae glanced at it and waved his hand and said indifferently: "Let it go there."
.” The follower put the scroll down as he said, but Anmitai had no intention of looking at it immediately. His eyes had been fixed on the twisting snow-white waists again.
"Sir, Master Andrish said this is an emergency military newspaper, you should take a look." The attendant said with his head down, and a hint of impatientness flashed in Anmitai's eyes, but he still picked up the scroll and opened it with great impatientness.
Just a glance, Anmitai couldn't help but stand up, and his expression changed drastically.
"Sir, what's wrong?" asked the attendant in a low voice. An Mitae barely controlled his emotions, put the scroll down, and shouted loudly: "Go down all!" After a loud shout, the singing and dancing stopped instantly, and the panicked dancers were about to go quickly.
After walking out, the lively tent suddenly became quiet. Many nobles looked at Anmitai with strange eyes, not understanding what his nerves were at this time.
"Mr. Anmita, what's wrong?" asked a nobleman who was also an earl. Anmita sat down and said with a gloomy face: "St. John's Castle has completely fallen, and the Knights Templar have been defeated.
.” "What?" The tent was in an uproar in an instant, and everyone was shocked. This St. John's Castle was the last natural danger in the south. If it was broken, the entire south would be exposed under the iron hooves of humans.
"How is this possible? The Knights Templars have 50,000 people!" A nobleman said in disbelief with shock and disbelief. Anmita picked up the scroll, "This is the front line that just came.
The military newspaper, the Knights Templar personally passed the news that it was the loss of St. John's Castle and let us garrison it on the spot."
"Stayed in place? Lord Anmitai, this only natural danger is broken, what else can I guard against?" A chubby nobleman shouted loudly, "Mr. Tara, what do you mean?" Anmitai looked at him.
The chubby nobleman was stunned for a moment, then returned: "I have nothing to do with it, I'm just talking about it."
"The south is our south. The Templars are just here to suppress the rebellion. This guarding territory is not the first responsibility for them. I think we should quickly establish a line of defense and wait for the gathering of other nobles from all walks of life.
, At that time, the entire south will unite and will definitely defeat humanity." The young Viscount Samir stood up and said with a slight slight .
Many nobles looked at the young viscount, but most of them did not agree with it, but more were jokes and ridicule, "Vissue Samir, you won't be confused about the strength of the Knights Templar."
, Your father was the last leader of the Knights Templar. May I ask, can our respective private soldiers deal with enemies that even the Knights cannot deal with?" The person who spoke was a typical thin person
The southern nobleman, whose high cheekbones made him look very wise, but in fact, this man was just a mean nobleman.
"Fifty thousand to eight hundred thousand, how big is the number of people? I don't need to explain it to you?" Samir turned his head and frowned slightly, "You also know the number of people. How many people do we have, may I ask, how many of us have
?” The nobleman seemed to have had a feud with Samir and asked with a mocking face.
Samir narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a cold face: "What should we do as you said? Retreat and wait for it to be eaten one by one?" Samir said it as if it were.
The few people's minds are actually that most of the nobles here have already developed the desire to retreat. The reason why they come here so actively is because there is the Knights Templar, known as the Sword of God.
With them there, it is equivalent to collecting the most powerful military force on this continent and following them to repel humans. The territory occupied by humans is a huge amount of fat, but they never thought that even the Knights Templars
They will all be defeated and fled.
"Samir!" Anmitai shouted in a slightly heavier tone. Samir lowered his head slightly and sat down, "We are only a hundred miles away from St. John's Castle. If nothing unexpected happens, we will meet tomorrow at dusk.
to humans.” Anmita said with a serious expression.
Many people secretly vented their breath. They didn't expect the war to come so quickly. "So, the idea of retreat is absolutely unusable. Once we retreat, all the land behind us will fall. Now we are the only ones who unite.
Only then can we protect the territory left by our ancestors." Amite knew very well what these nobles cared about. In their eyes, justice and courage were only superficial, and only territory and wealth were what they cared about.
As soon as Anmitai said this, many people frowned and remembered that the south was vast, but no matter how vast they were, they could not escape, because their biggest assets were their territory and people. If they ran away, they would be the only one.
The ever-decreasing treasure, and it is impossible for me to look up again in my life, after a brief silence, the nobles expressed their support for Anmitai, taking him as their leader, and resolutely fighting against mankind to the end.
Anmitai didn't say anything more. He was the leader of the alliance this time, quickly demarcating the defense zones of the nobles. Anmitai only asked them to do one thing, which was to be able to put the defense line at noon tomorrow.
Build up.
The prepared banquet stopped halfway, and the nobles had no time to complain and went back to their own tents. There were only seven or eight people left in Anmitai's tent, including Samir.
"The Templar's retreat is really unexpected." Samir sighed, and the other nobles were also worried, but Anmita frowned and looked at the southern map carefully.
"Mr. Anmitai, how likely do you have to win?" Those who can stay in this tent are Anmitai's confidant nobles, so they don't have much concern about their words.
"If you stick to it, you can only hold on for fifteen days." Anmitai turned around and said, "Fifteen days?" A nobleman asked in surprise. You know, they also have more than 100,000 troops, but they can only do so.
If you keep your 15th day of duty, wouldn’t this estimate be too disrespectful to me?
Anmitai shook his head and said, "This is just my estimate. If we fight face to face, I think it would be good for us to stick to it for ten days." "Anmitai, are you too pessimistic about this war
" said another nobleman who was about the same age as Amite.
"It's not that Lord Anmitai is pessimistic, but that our army is too complicated. They belong to various nobles and have never dealt with each other. These nobles and men are also strangers. If the war fails, I think I can escape.
More than half of it,” Samir continued.
"Yes." Amite nodded. He was not afraid of war, and he even wanted war. But he didn't want his opponent to be human this time. The family that has dominated the south for thousands of years has actually been always
Having the ambition to unify the south is only managed for dozens of generations, this is just a fantasy. The unprecedented prosperity and stability of the Elf Empire laid the foundation for the royal family's regime. Without the orders of the Holy King, no one is allowed to go to war without the orders of the Holy King.
This national rebellion is something that Anmita has been waiting for decades, but he has just been preparing for the uprising, and the Knights Templars have arrived in the south like a thunder storm, which has made Anmita have to temporarily suppress it.
Here, he summoned all kinds of nobles to come, one to show his appeal, and the other was to take advantage of the situation and take the opportunity to occupy a large number of lost land. This was also the reason why he brought 70,000 soldiers.
"Then, will we not wait for death if we stick to it? If other nobles are slow for a moment, we will be the one who will suffer first." A middle-aged nobleman said in a deep voice. "So, we must think of other ways, and we must be sure to stay the same.
It's not possible, there are no natural dangers here." Anmitai clicked the map, "I'm going to ask Samir to send troops and ambush in the Wailing Canyon."
"Ambushe?" Samir stood up and looked there in surprise. The wailing canyon was deep and narrow, and it was no problem to hide tens of thousands of people. However, there were 800,000 humans. Isn't it a beating to lie here?
If Long Yu was here, he would probably laugh when he heard about 800,000 people. Originally, there were only 400,000 humans, but in the south, it had been rumored to be 800,000, and more than 400,000 went south, and there were 400,000 guarding the east, which made
Many nobles who wanted to have the idea of the Eastern Conference stopped their minds.
"This is the Green Light Forest. I have asked Andrish to lead 20,000 soldiers to ambush there. As long as the human spirit is sluggish, the enthusiasm of the nobles can be mobilized. We must first let them know that humans are not
Invincible." Anmitai calmly pointed the map and said.
Samir's eyes were filled with excitement, and he responded quickly, but the older nobles frowned, "Amite, even with Samir's help, there were only 40,000 people, forty thousand people
How to ambush hundreds of thousands of humans?" A nobleman couldn't help but question.
"Although humans have 400,000, they cannot be arranged in a straight line. Our goal is their front army, and we only need to sluggish their spirits." Anmita explained. "I'm afraid that these 40,000 people are all
There are no return, and the number of people in the human army is large. If you are bitten, I am afraid that few people will be able to come back." Another nobleman said bluntly.
"Don't worry about this. I have already negotiated with the druids of the Green Light Forest. They will send our soldiers back then." Anmitai said confidently.