The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, not to mention the opponent is a skilled jungle hunter, the troll Deadwood clan.
During the tactical meeting, Carlos did not insist on leading the team because Heni Mareb's words convinced him.
"Sir Sir, your reputation for bravery is crowned throughout the Hillbrad Hills. But it is an insult to the soldiers to have a commander lead the charge three times as many times as the enemy. Your duty is to observe and speculate on the strength of the opponent's trolls, and prepare for It provides valuable first-hand information for future combat plans.”
Although what Herni Mareb said was very reasonable, Carlos still felt that it was a pity to give up such an opportunity to show off his martial arts skills and gain reputation.
"Okay, I will leave twenty knights as a reserve team, and you will command the rest. We are here to avenge the late Prince Jerio. We only need our heads, not our lives." Carlos patted him. Heni Mareb's shoulder signaled to the commander of the Royal Knights of Alterac to allocate manpower, and he and Biglas and his son found a place to sit down and rest.
"It seems that the bet is going to be void." Carlos said regretfully.
"I don't have any objections. My cavalry are still fooling around in Durnholde Castle, and now I'm just a senior infantryman." Biglas slapped his eager son and expressed his indifference.
Danas is definitely outstanding among his peers, but he is also interested in riding horses, hunting, village girls and so on. Carlos has lived in fear of the future since he was a child. His strong sense of urgency and clear purpose enabled him to develop a physique and fighting skills that far exceeded those of his peers. Biglas understood that he could use his rich experience to defeat Carlos after thirty moves, but his stupid son would be defeated by Carlos within two moves. Out of the honor of the knight and his father's care, Biglas, who often sparred with Carlos, would not explain Carlos' strength to his son in detail.
"Although the life safety of my boys is very important, I still want to see how powerful the trolls are when they are trapped and fighting." Carlos's opinion made the surrounding knights and Biglas nod secretly.
"Father, didn't you teach me never to underestimate the enemy? We can obviously destroy the troll's will to fight, so why do we force the opponent to fight back desperately?" curious baby Danas asked.
"Because of the change of identity." Carlos directly answered Danas' question, "As a warrior, killing your opponent cleanly is the best honor. As a commander, only by thoroughly understanding your enemy can you Completely defeat your enemies. All we know about trolls comes from Mr. One Tooth’s explanations and fairy tales. Yes, we don’t understand the troll race, nor do we understand the current opponent, the Deadwood Clan. So we need a A small but fierce battle to observe and infer the combat effectiveness of the Witherwood Troll. This will be important for future battles."
"What Brother Carlos said makes sense." Danas looked educated.
"Idiot, although I didn't say it explicitly, haven't I taught you before?" Bigglas just kicked his leg. He felt that his majesty as a father was damaged.
"But you haven't made it clear to Boy Heni that he can understand your intentions?" Biglas was not sure.
"Herni Maleb is very talented in commanding, isn't he?" Carlos said in a affirmative tone, not a question, but a statement.
"All I can say is look good. Who dares to call himself a veteran if he has not truly survived the war." Biglas sighed with emotion, as if some long-standing memory scenes were being recalled again.
"There are more than 20 soldiers at the sentry post, and Heni has 5 full squads in his hands (remember, I mentioned before that 1 squad has a full strength of 12 people). The Lord Military God originally had 7 squads in his hands, and 2 A small team went to capture Gugu with the Dark Night Man. There are 30 tin cans to support the soldiers. Three of them beat one, how can we lose?" Carlos' words aroused the dissatisfaction of the members of the knights nearby. Others said that we can forget about the tin cans. , Sir Carlos, you are now the Knight Commander of the Knights, how can you shame yourself.
Because knights are different from cavalry and generally use elite templates to calculate attributes, Carlos has been unable to estimate the strength of the knights from data. But after fighting all the way, he couldn't beat half of the 300 tin cans that followed him to the Hinterlands. Not to mention that the formation charge unique to the cavalry was a skill that Carlos did not possess.
A knight must first be a qualified cavalryman. It does not mean that you can call a cavalry just by being able to ride a horse. If the number is not enough, the cavalry will be restrained by the infantry. Yes, it is restrained by infantry, so don’t be superstitious about the invincibility of cavalry in some novels. A qualified cavalry must first be able to use a lance proficiently to charge, and secondly must have the ability to dismount and fight as an infantryman. When a cavalry loses its impact, the best option is to dismount and fight. A two-legged man is more agile than a four-legged horse. For a single cavalry charge, you only need to dodge, but for a cavalry charge in an array, you can only resist head-on, or run away. These two options are equally desperate. To remain on display with your comrades during a charge requires at least three years of training, which is far more difficult than it seems.
When the sky began to darken, Brother Bald came to report the situation again. The troll team discovered the existence of the sentry, hunted two big-horned deer and a wild boar, and had already started cooking. It was expected to start operations after nightfall.
"Uncle, I'm a little worried. What if the troll gets scared? If the ambush turns into a pursuit, we'll get away with it." Carlos suddenly thought of this problem.
"What would you do if the trolls built a sentry in Tarren Mill?" Bigras asked.
"Demolish it." Carlos replied, "I'm afraid they will split up their forces. It would be best to wipe them all out. If one of them escapes, it will be difficult to repair the base in such a stable manner."
"Why do you think so much? Do you still want to build the outpost under the eyes of others?" Biglas looked at the greedy man with contempt.
In the Hinterlands at the end of June, the weather is not bad, especially in the second half of the night, it is cool and quiet, which is a good time to sleep.
"I always feel that if we didn't alert the soldiers on guard, there would be casualties." Carlos chewed the fibrous roots of a vine, feeling the faint sweetness in his mouth.
"Deep in the front line, even the sentries can't do night defense. They deserve to die." Biglas is very open-minded. The reinforcements are hidden in the field of vision. They can't support them for this little time. It's really better to die. .
As a result, an infuriating scene occurred. When the troll appeared at the sentry bonfire, not a single human soldier responded.
"Carlos, I'm afraid something happened." Biglas stood up slowly.
"What else can happen? If someone touches the sentry, what can happen to the dead?" When Carlos joined the army in his previous life, he hated the people who dozed off on sentry duty at night. According to the regulations, the whistle is always on the lips at the sentry post. Even if you can't defeat the intruder, you can always sound the alarm and wake up your companions. Because you were napping alone, dozens or hundreds of your companions were killed in your sleep. How could you not be angry and hateful?
At a distance of more than four hundred yards, the troll was only the size of a fingernail in Carlos's eyes. Although he didn't know why it was jumping in front of the bonfire, it couldn't be a good thing. Herni Mareb, what are you doing? Carlos couldn't help but wonder.
"Group of four, choose your own path, and stand by a hundred yards away. I will lead the charge in a moment." Carlos stared at the troll in front of the bonfire and gave the order.
