Chapter 1305: Aged warrior

In the jungle on the west side of Yanfeng City, many uninvited guests appeared.
The warring wolf cavalry lurking in the forest waited for the commander to issue an action command. At this time, the commander of the Wolf Cavalry Corps was crouching in the jungle, waiting for the moment of nightfall.
"The two teams take turns alerting, once someone enters the forest, kill it."
The old man in gray fur was given a cold command, and the two hunters immediately began to spread forward and searched silently in the forest.
If there is anyone who can be called a "real warrior," the veteran will definitely rank the top. After all, you can know by looking at the shape, this person is a real macho.
Even with white hair, his physique is still very explosive, his body is like a stone block together, and his fur coat completely can't cover the perfect muscle line.
The left eye position of the old man, only the hollow eye socket, the dark brown right eye is extraordinarily sensitive, the face is covered with black and green oil for camouflage, the two scars are interlaced into an X shape, adding a few points to his face. Hey.
A huge white wolf is kneeling beside the old man with a saddle and light armor on his back.
It can be seen from the fur that has begun to lose its luster. The age of this wolf is certainly not small. However, the general did not change the mount, but chose the beast whose physical strength had begun to fall and went to the battlefield together.
After all, this may be your last battle.
The chaos inside the War Mark City, the general is naturally clear. He also knows that if he is defeated here, the contradiction between the wolf believers and the fox believers will be completely detonated.
If you don't succeed, you will become a man. This war is the last chance of the war mark city!
"General, I think it is better to attack directly."
A gentle and tall man came to the general and held the paper of animal skin: "They rebuilt the tower. When we entered, we might have been detected by the observation post."
"It doesn't matter, the flames are not so smart." The old general who had been fighting with the flames for decades, the tone of speech is very certain: "The distance they are not in sight, the mess encountered on the road failed." Live to report."
On the way to the march, they killed some merchants from Flamewind City. In order to avoid being detected from a distance, soldiers and mounts were wearing camouflage camouflage.
The old general knows that the observation post may indeed find itself, but the probability is not high. And now, the other party has not ignited a bonfire.
In wars, there are often times when it is necessary to rely on experience and "luck" to make choices.
As for the generals’ choice now, they have good luck on their own side.
"But the chariots of the Fox Army are more likely to be seen." The counselor is still raising objections.
"Young people, you think too much."
The old general leaned against the trunk, surrounded by scarred arms, staring at the "cultural man" who didn't seem to be fighting: "I know what you are thinking, little devil. You think the flames have discovered us. I intend to ambush us in turn..."
When speaking, the old general reached out and touched the rough bark, and succumbed to the vicissitudes of the face, revealing the expression of contempt: "In the war, experience is more important than anything. Are you on the battlefield for the first time? Only the little devil on paper, or Let’s talk about it first."
"You are just using it for yourself." The adviser shook his head.
"But my experience will win me, so they will ask Laozi to come out and lead the troops again."
Speaking of this, the old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the "little ghost" who was ignorant of the sky: "When I was fighting with the Flamewind Army, your kid was still not born. I have been playing with them for decades and will not know their How is the fighting power?"
"But just some time ago, a looting wolf cavalry squad had no return." The adviser said an objection.
"What can that explain?" The old general laughed. "You took a bite from a mosquito and thought it would kill you. The flames were over, and the victory was just a fluke..."
For the death of the old lord of the flame city, the general who once worked with the old lord on the battlefield is naturally very clear.
When the old lord was still alive, the Flamewind Army was a good army.
But with the new lord taking office, the combat power of that army is almost a cliff-like decline, and there is no power to fight back.
Even if the other party discovered the march of the Battle Mark City, and prepared for it. With the current flame army, I can't organize any decent resistance.
In the eyes of the old generals, whether it is a sneak attack or a direct march, the outcome of this war is almost doomed.
As for why this may be the last battle, it is also because he is worried that his heart disease will recur, instead of worrying about being defeated by the flames...
"More to say no benefit."
Realizing that he could not convince the veteran, the adviser turned and left: "I hope you will not regret your decision."
"As long as you fight, there is nothing to regret." The general's tone did not leave a trace of confusion: "I will never regret it."
His voice did not fall, and there was a slap in the face:
"Starting to talk about the truth? The old man."
The old general turned and saw a slim figure coming out of the shadow of the forest.
The fox smothered the animal ear with a black hood, and the tail was hidden in the coat. The dozens of short knives and down the whole body made her look like a profiteer in a weapons store.
"It’s so frustrating to make a flame city. You are really old." Foxmaid pulled out a knife and stroked the knife with sharp nails: "Is it difficult to attack directly? Is it necessary to prepare for the enemy?" ""
"The enemy hasn't found us yet. I think the attack will be better when the defense is relaxed at night." The veteran of the battlefield explained impatiently: "They are only human beings after all, and they will always be sleepy at night."
Unlike ordinary humans, the time period in which the werewolves and foxes are active is night, even if they are not war-torn people who have received the blessing of the gods, some are used to haunting at night.
In order to play the maximum combat power of this mixed force, it is natural to launch a surprise attack at night. As for why you want to arrive at the forest during the day, it is because of the need to arrange camps and defenses.
At this time, the workers are building a logistics camp to transport materials in the back of the forest. The forest has already arranged a lot of traps. If the flames dare to attack the forest, it will definitely cause heavy casualties.
"Where the positions are arranged here, are you not afraid that they will burn the forest directly with a fire?" It seems that the young fox is smiling, with a light red fluffy face and a pointed chin that perfectly interprets the reality. "Net red awl face".
"The monsoon of this time, the wind is toward the side of the flame city. If they dare to set fire, their territory will turn into a sea of ​​fire."
The bruises on the face of the old general began to become congested, and the X-shaped knife slowly turned into a dark red: "Don't bother me, I have to rest for a while."
I saw the old man taking two pills out of the bag and putting it in the mouth. The maiden pouted: "Don't die before the war, the old man."
"You are this kind of attitude towards your grandfather?" The old general who took the medicine sighed: "I will definitely slap you after I go back, little boy."
"I am also a general. You have to go through the guards first." Foxmaid turned back and made a face to the old man: "Want to teach me? Ask my side's guards!"