Chapter 383: 7. Coffee and Lullaby (4)

"The troops retreating from the front collapsed, the morale of the soldiers fell to nowhere, and the officers simply refused to fight."
The reported old sergeant shook his head and repeated the terrible rumors he heard from the soldiers of the forward troops he had withdrawn.
Various insidious and cunning traps, sudden explosions, villages burned to ashes, wells were either sealed or poisoned. I don't know where to shoot the long-range attack magic, specially selected heralds and officers to start. Occasionally, he deliberately deviated slightly from the key position, and then shot the people who rushed to the rescue one by one.
After succeeding in succession, the attackers became more and more courageous, and they chose any time they wanted to start.
Camping, eating, going to the toilet, sleeping-any time you might be lax, there will be a hapless head suddenly burst, blood and brain plasma sprayed the nearest guy's face.
The attackers reminded the Castilians in this way that they should not be forgotten at all times.
The Castilians were very angry and organized several cavalry rounds to pursue them, but the effect was not good. Instead, they sent excellent cavalry to the pit.
This near-endless game of cats and mice almost breaks the nerves of the Castilians.Before finding and killing the attackers, they must always be highly vigilant.All activities including physiological requirements are all in teams. The collective action for the unit is carried out in shifts. All soldiers opened their eyes wide, carefully searched for any place where the enemy might be hiding, broke their fingers in the suspicion and suspicious ghosts to calculate the passage of time, and waited with anticipation for the night or the retreat order...
The old sergeant sighed in his heart. He remembered the Castilian's expression-numbness, hollowness, like a walking dead with a soul removed. Most of the other soldiers who had been replaced were also in that way, ignoring the surroundings, and letting your friendly soldiers look at them as they passed by.
An officer waved his hand to make the sergeant retreat. The thick felt quickly opened and dropped, and the dim light couldn't even make the face clear.
Worship the enemy by observing the figure on the tent and exploding the head of a Viscount, no one will turn on the magic lamp again.
"What do you think. William?"
The middle-aged officer's low, hoarse voice shook in the darkness.
"This time the opponent is in trouble, it's like a wolf cub in a group of snow fangs."
Phonological evaluation.
The people in this camp have been used to dealing with mountain forests for many years. For the first time in their lives, they heard the content of the snow tooth wolf from the smile or cry of their mother. Those smart, cruel and dangerous species are considered to try to swallow the brain of humans in order to gain wisdom. They are the most challenging prey for hunters, and they are also ferocious predators who often take livestock and kill people.
The snow tooth wolf is very good at coordinated hunting, which has a sharp sense of smell, hearing and good endurance. Called the perfect killing machine. These dangerous species often attacked and harassed hunters uninterrupted day and night. When the humans were exhausted and negligent, they immediately fluttered like lightning to bite the neck.
To be able to compare the enemy with such dangerous species is to affirm the strength of the opponent and to abhor the very similar behavior of the two.
The Charlieman attackers behaved almost exactly like the hunts of the snow tooth wolf, with constant consumption and exhaustion of opponents. Lay traps ahead, waiting for the weak opponent to automatically put the throat on the fangs.
"This battle cannot be fought like this, and continuing to march in rashly will lead the team into the dead."
The officers echoed.
After receiving the instruction of promotion, they have been marching for 2 days and 2 nights.Although they are less than one day away from Asograna, the hard march has exhausted them and made such an exhausted army. Trap, sniper. Then attack the fully prepared enemy...
Even if this is a special team that is extremely observant of military discipline, as a militia, but has many professional soldiers that are beyond the reach of good quality, it is also unbearable.
"We should get at least 12 hours of rest so that we can die on the battlefield!!"
After the concluding statement, everyone stared at the commander together. After a moment of death-like silence, a middle-aged man with a big beard, who looked like an old farmer in the country instead of a soldier, stood up, and a red dress embroidered with a white cross on his chest was illuminated by a magic lamp.
Ceres Cross.
Any soldier on the battlefield meets. It will be a sign of fear. All the guys who underestimated the army that came out of the mountain are now regretful in hell. This group of unruly mountain people cast their heroic reputation through brutal and battles with less victory than before, and countless proud knights fell under their spears and halberds. His feat almost became an immortal battlefield myth.
The only regret is that the hard-working style of these people without leaving prisoners also allowed the Ceres mercenaries to spread the ruthless, cruel, and combative name throughout the continent, so that the troops that met them often struggled to resist. The trapped beasts with no way of life often bring them unnecessary casualties.
Only the commander William asked in the deep and heroic voice of the mountain people: "Our employer, King Philip II of Castile, ordered. He asked the best troops to rescue the besieged Asugrana. Let’s teach Charlemagne the roosters, this is all of you present. Do you want me to say to them,
You’re wrong
?"
The officers were silent.
Although the mercenary profession has such a bad reputation for bad hair meal, the Ceres mercenaries still value their honor. Asking them to admit that they are not as good as others is more uncomfortable than killing them. Considering their popularity and business reputation when they are hired in the future, they can only meet the requirements of current employers as much as possible.
One day later, a large flag with a white cross on a red background and a military flag with Serbian states and guild flags appeared on the horizon. The Ceres mercenaries, who are used to fighting the wind, threw traps and hunting camps on the battlefield. After many hardships, this unit completely lost the interest and strength of the attack, began to rest on the spot, waiting for the arrival of the follow-up army~EbookFREE.me~ Opposite them, Officer Titans saw the red from the monocular telescope The white cross flag and the long spear like Lin immediately dispelled the idea of ​​letting the boring soldiers dig the thirteenth trench. They blew their whistle, and a large group of soldiers in black shirts quickly entered the infantry trench, and picked up the pass to do the final maintenance for their new weapons. Some soldiers who were overtrained by the instructor and talked to the thing in their hands all the day gave them passionate kisses.
Soon, they will teach the seniors on the other side of the battlefield, what is the romance of men...to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation and monthly pass. Mobile phone users please read
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