The temporary commanders of the Sanggan River Fortress Group were originally full of confidence. After their immediate superiors were transferred, they wanted to perform well and expected to be promoted. As a result, the more they looked at the situation, the more wrong they became. Although every move of the enemy seemed to be detrimental to the fortress.
It will not cause any harm, but... Unless the enemy general has a brain problem, it is impossible to make such a seemingly meaningless move... Is the enemy mentally ill? Of course not, they have already learned from the main force on the opposite side.
The official banner knew that what they were facing now was Da Qingshan, the first deputy commander of the small mercenary group. Da Qingshan... was a famous general who could fight Marshal Dahino to the death in Hamburg and finally won.
Only then did these temporary commanders think of whether they should notify Lord Rebaton about such a weird thing?
The first batch of three knights was sent out, and something happened that made the fortress commanders almost wail - the small mercenary group actually sent out a battalion of fantasy beast knights and wild eagle swordsmen to kill the knight who sent the message in one fell swoop.
Less than 500 meters away from the fortress.
At this point, even a fool realizes the seriousness of the situation. The enemy obviously wants to block the news! Even the most stupid person knows that the news worthy of being blocked must be extremely important news.
In the end, the six fortresses agreed to send more than 200 messenger knights at night, so that they could slip through the net. Otherwise, there would be no chance at all. The number of horses in the six fortress groups was only this. Rebaton
When the general received the notice, it was already the sixth day of the digging movement of the peasant army commanded by Daqingshan. By the time the general was in a hurry and rushed to the fortress group with the only 5,000 knights in the Sanggan River war zone, it was already the ninth day.
It's afternoon.
Standing at the highest point of the fortress, guarded by dozens of officers, General Ray Barton squinted his eyes and looked northwest, looking around for a long time like the most dedicated hound. Finally, the man who was a sheepherder grabbed the fortress.
On the neck of the temporary commander of the group, spit stars fell like a storm on the face of the temporary commander. The general had been on the road for two days and a night without sleeping. His mouth and nose were full of dust, and the spit was naturally dyed bright yellow.
, which fell on the face of the temporary commander, it actually had a kind of sacred luster.
"Asshole! Is this what you pulled me from the front line of the war all night to see?" Earl Rebaton was going crazy, pointing at the vast plain north of the fortress: "Where's the pit? The legendary hundreds of thousands
Where’s the big pit? Where’s the trench? Where are the hundreds of legendary trenches five or six meters wide? Find them for me and let me take a look!?”
There was a trace of unbearability in the eyes of all the officers on the fortress. The temporary commander of this fortress was just a young commander in his 20s. He was lifted up by the general who was a mountain miner and sheepherder, just like a grown-up raised in the general's family.
It was like a white bear dog biting a little rabbit, with all its parts shaking around.
However, it’s no wonder that the general has risen. Outside, there are some legendary meteorite craters. There are trenches that are dozens of miles long. Looking north from here, it is still the same extremely flat place.
Grassland, if there is any difference, is that the previously abandoned farmland has been replanted with various green plants, including many small shrubs as tall as a person. Among these shrubs, you can also see groups of colorful flowers and branches.
The agricultural assistant is busy, and it looks like the ancient custom of picking mulberries at the foot of Nanshan Mountain.
"My lord, my lord..." The temporary commander is now like a resentful woman who has been abandoned by her husband for a long time. She laments: "They started digging holes desperately, but... starting from the day before yesterday, they started filling holes desperately.
.They not only filled the holes, but also... found many people to plant trees, grass and flowers..."
Just as he was talking, bursts of singing came from the setting sun:
Spring is coming in February.
Every household is busy planting grass.
I hope the harvest will be good this year.
Collect more grass seeds to pass on to future generations.
The melody of this song is very euphemistic, rather like a kind of ethnic singing style plus bel canto. It is very rare for a group of village girls to sing such lyrics.
"Sir," someone finally saw something was wrong. The prairie elves like to join mercenary groups and regular armies as archers when they reach adulthood. Although the prairie elves alliance is at odds with the Holy See, there are still some tribesmen who continue to serve. Earl Rebaton
Among the mid-level officers under his command was Zhe Mo, a prairie elf: "If I read correctly, there are forest elves among these peasant women, and they are at least above the level of great magicians..." After clicking his lips, the prairie elf spoke again.
Added: "It seems that more than 90% of them are magisters."
Earl Rebaton glared at the song prairie elf! You have to use your brain when speaking. What a lofty position the magister has, especially today, when the Magic Empire Restoration Ceremony has summoned 99% of the magicians in the world to Zhanlan.
On the island, even a second-level magician is now treasured by various forces. How could a group of magicians be left among the farmers and women, humming ethnic tunes while busy as if they were farming.
However, as the prairie elf looked in the direction of his finger, the expressions of Rebaton and all the officers became more and more strange: among the farmers, there were indeed dots of green light flashing from time to time, and wherever this green light reached
What really happened was that there were patches of rich green.
The prairie elves were indeed right. Among the thousands of peasant women, there were indeed a considerable number of forest elf magisters. Horns left almost all the forest elf magisters to the southern front, while Daqingshan only gave them one task.
: Plant trees, plant grass, plant reeds.
Is there anyone in the world who is better at planting trees than an elf mage? The answer is obviously no. As long as there is water, soil and seeds, a forest elf mage uses wood magic to give birth to trees in one day and one night.
Trees can cover several acres of land. What's more important is that forest elves are not only good at planting trees, but out of their love for nature, they are always happy to plant trees and grass.
Outside the city of Moada, Amy also told Daqingshan a secret that should only be spread among forest elves - in the fairy forest, all trees have their own specific meanings when they are planted. For example, seeing a certain
You must turn when planting trees, and you must retreat when you see another tree species, otherwise you may face death. This is also the key reason why humans can easily get lost in the fairy forest.
Daqingshan requires magisters to leave similar signs when planting all plants.
Of course, just planting trees on the plains north of the Sanggan River cannot effectively stop the enemy - nor can the powerful Elf Magister bring the trees to the level of those thousand-year-old trees in the Elf Forest in a short period of time.
Lord Rebaton didn't know what wonderful functions these trees had. At night, he sent four phantom beast knights with two hundred light cavalry to find out what the enemy had done. Before leaving the fortress, the always cautious general also
He repeatedly warned: "Be careful when you go here. If you encounter enemy harassment, return immediately. If you encounter a strong enemy, shoot magic arrows immediately. I will send people to respond. It is absolutely forbidden to fight with the enemy. There must be no mistakes." The last two words.
In short, the adult said it in a serious tone.
"Yes, sir." The four fantasy beast knights agreed at the same time.
As a result, no one could have imagined that the two hundred and four knights sent out in the dark would disappear as soon as they left the house, and there would be no news again! The general and several other senior officers in the theater had been sitting in the fortress waiting for news.
He drank the best tea into boiled water and didn't wait for any of the knights to come back.
"These guys... don't think that the enemy is so powerful that they all defected?"
It’s no wonder that they want to kill 200 light knights in one fell swoop late at night, and there are also four fantasy beast knights. The enemy needs to send at least 10 times more combat power.
Moreover, last night, there was not a single cry of killing in the north of the fortress group. Apart from defection, there seemed to be no other more reasonable explanation.
Early the next morning, at dawn, Earl Rebaton, who had no pillows on his net for two consecutive times, climbed to the top of the fortress and looked northward with scarlet eyes. As a result, he only saw the vague appearance of peasant women and peasants.
There wasn't even half a knight in sight.
The prairie elf Zhemo squinted his eyes and looked carefully at several angles for a long time, and said something that made everyone tremble: "General, among those bushes, there are more than a dozen knight's wrist shields, and...a knight's wrist shield.
cloak……"
Each of the light knights who went out last night had a shield, and the four phantom beast knights each wore a knight's cloak. Obviously, these things all have owners.
This... what is going on? All the officers are puzzled. All the signs in front of them indicate that there is no war here. So... where were those knights last night?
"Who is willing to bring another light cavalry to see what happened? It would be best to bring one or two enemies back for interrogation." Reibator looked back at the legions on his body. Wherever he looked, one after another appeared.
One of the officers had hesitation on his face.
"Sir, how about I go take a look." At the end of the group of hesitant officers, a man in black came up to ask for help.
Rebaton was slightly startled.
After the small mercenary group fell in the Messis Snow Mountains, they won consecutive battles in the Sanggan River Plain, and finally cut off a large area between the Sanggan River and Scambrai. After the armed separatist rule, the head of the Delaware family
So he sent the captain of his personal guard, the man in black, to assist him.
This young man is only in his 20s, but he is already one of the top ten important figures in the family. After becoming a Phantom Beast Knight at the age of 16, he has made great contributions to major events many times and is very popular. There is another saying about this young man.
: He is most likely the illegitimate son of the head of the Delaware family. In fact, the head of the family has always been very fond of this young man, and it can be said that he is better than his own son.
Now that he has condescended to come to Sanggan River, he may be preparing to replace him. Earl Rebaton has already made such preparations in his heart.