In the evening, a military camp was quietly erected in the wilderness not far from Shubia City. Standing on the city wall, one could see a large number of tents. The flags on the tents fluttered in the wind, and the shields and swords placed outside the tents reflected a golden halo. Plumes of smoke rose from the camp, but there were still people arriving from outside the camp.
Allen's tent had already been set up. It was a single tent, grayish-white in color, with his Demon Wolf flag on it. He himself was in the wilderness outside the camp. There were seven or eight straw dolls erected there. The straw dolls were made by the soldiers. They were tied tightly to sharpened stakes and nailed to the ground. The distance between each straw doll was different. Regis looked at the straw dolls and held his chin with both hands, looking confused. "What are you going to do with them?"
"Test it out." The long sword in Allen's hand was not Gojoseon's, nor was it Dragonflame's. It was just an ordinary steel sword. Its only advantage was that it had not cut corners. In fact, no weapons dealer dared to mess with the standard equipment of the Imperial Army. Allen stood in front of the straw dolls with his sword. He was three meters away from the nearest straw doll, and the furthest one was at least ten meters away. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly swung his sword.
The straw doll closest to him had its left arm chopped off, while the other straw doll on the left had a hole in its chest. Allen frowned, turned around, and walked back. He swung his sword again. This time, the two straw dolls on the right were hit at the same time.
Beside him, Regis yawned. "What are you doing?"
Allen shrugged. When he fought against countless exotic beasts on the charred ground in the depths of his consciousness, the scene of one against a thousand, or even ten thousand, was still vivid in his mind. He planned to combine the experience of that battle with what he had experienced along the way to the north to create a new sword technique. He had ideas and feelings, but it was a different matter when it came to putting them to use. In his consciousness, there were no physical restraints. He could turn into fire, wind, and wherever he wanted, he could change his attacks. But now, he was only one man and one knife, yet he could never reach the state of being able to do as he pleased in the world of consciousness.
He swung his saber for the third time.
This time, the last straw doll exploded with a loud bang. Allen simply stuck the knife into the ground and stopped to think hard.
"Humans are used to focusing their attention on only one thing. Being able to multitask is already considered a talent. What about multitasking and multitasking? That's basically a monster, and as far as I know, no such person has appeared yet. " Suddenly, a voice rang out. Belle Kai was smoking an opium pipe and standing beside Regis. It was not until he spoke that Regis subconsciously jumped up with an awkward expression. Belle Kai walked to the side of Allen and suddenly waved his hand. Several black lines shot out from his palm and nailed those straw dolls.
Allen looked over and saw that each of the straw dolls had a throwing knife stuck in their chests. Some of the grass dolls were even blocked, so Belekai's seemingly simple attack contained a lot of knowledge. Belle Kai shrugged. "Since it's impossible to multitask, then don't deliberately lock on to each opponent. Let the blade replace your eyes and let it judge which targets to attack. The key is whether you can trust it. "
With a wave of his hand, the throwing knives flew back into Belle Kai's hand, and Night Shadow walked back. Allen suddenly pulled out his saber and slashed without the slightest hesitation. Regis frowned, unable to understand the intention of Allen's saber. Belle Kai stopped and sighed, "Could it be that Earl Allen has such strength at such a young age? Your talent is so high that I have never seen it in my life. When I was your age, let alone swinging this saber, I couldn't even swing half a saber. "
Allen exhaled and said with a smile, "That's also because of Lord Night Shadow's advice, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to swing that saber just now."
"Don't be modest, with your talent, that saber strike is only a matter of time."
Regis said crazily, "Don't just play riddles. Who's going to tell me what happened just now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the heads of the seven or eight grass dolls on the ground flew up at the same time, scattering all over the ground. Regis opened his mouth. He seemed to have understood something, but it also seemed like he didn't understand anything.
"Oh, right." Belle Kai patted his head and said, "I almost forgot about the important matter. Earl Allen, Woodrick hopes that you will attend the battle meeting tonight."
"Thank you for informing me, Lord Night Shadow."
"Just call me by my name. Calling me Lord is too formal," Belle Kai said with a smile.
At night, a messenger came to see Allen and brought him to Woodrick's tent. There were only a few people standing in the tent. General Woodrick of the Giant Dragon Army was looking at a sand table on the table. Beside him was Adjutant McCardy, a man with a mustache and a solemn expression. Julian was full of excitement, but he was still able to control his emotions. He wasn't foolish enough to instruct Woodrick to do his work. Every time the general politely asked for his opinion, the prince would always pass the decision to Woodrick after giving his opinion.
This way, Julian's voice could be heard in the tent, but it also showed his respect for Woodrick. In general, Julian's role in this crusade was more of a witness and participant, but definitely not a commander. He didn't have the experience of commanding an army in battle. In this aspect, even Allen was a hundred times better than him, let alone Woodrick. Up until now, Julian had strictly abided by his duty and didn't interfere with military affairs. This was commendable.
In the tent, Belle Kai was the one who had the weight and leisure. He didn't seem to be interested in the war. He sat alone at the side and smoked. When he saw Allen, he greeted him lazily and continued to enjoy his fog grass.
"Count Allen, come over and take a look …" Woodrick waved his hand and gestured for Allen to come forward. Allen didn't stand on ceremony and came to the table. There was a sand table on the table, and he could clearly see the Furious Horn Forest and Milahan behind it. The city of Milahan was actually not very big, but it was an important pass guarding the Lonely Mountain Icefield. The empire had set up such a city here because of its strategic significance.
It could be said that Milahan was a gateway to the Lonely Mountain Icefield, and this gateway was extremely well-guarded. Woodrick gave a brief introduction. Milahan could be seen as a small fortress. Its walls were high and thick. It was originally guarded by a legion of the Bucks Army, but before the Flame Cannon's declaration, the garrison of Milahan had been replaced. Replacing the Bucks Army was the private army of a count. Count Jerio could definitely be called a lord with real power. His private army, "Hellhounds", was well-trained. In addition to the three conventional arms of cavalry, firearms, and infantry, there was also a special team.
It was an army made up of hundreds of wolves. They were real beasts. Count Jerio had a group of beast trainers in his hands. They caught wild wolves, trained them, and let them go into battle. The beast trainers would smear a special potion on their allies. They would emit a smell that only the wild wolves could smell to distinguish between enemies and allies. In addition, the beast trainers also developed several special strategies for these beasts according to the needs of the battlefield. One of them was the Fire Wolf Tactic, which was quite troublesome.
"But the biggest headache for me is not the dogs raised by Jerio, but Milahan itself. Unless Jerio is willing to stand up and surrender, we will have to pay a considerable price to break into Milahan with our strength. By the way, our Count Jerio himself is a level 27 heavy swordsman. "
"Then …" Putting down his pipe, Belekai blinked and said, "Before attacking the city, I don't mind taking the head of this Count Jerio first."
"No, Lord Night Shadow." Woodrick shook his head and said, "I want you to keep your state intact. Your opponent should be Mason, not Jerio. Although it is a little troublesome, Milahan is not qualified to stop the Giant Dragon Army, so please rest assured and leave the first battle to us. "
"As you wish." Belekai spread his hands and said, not caring at all that his suggestion was rejected by the Supreme General.
Looking at the miniature model of Milahan on the sand table, Allen narrowed his eyes. At this moment, Belekai looked at him, intentionally or unintentionally, with a smile on his lips.
"Hurry up and move! You lazy people, who told me to see him slacking off? The whip in my hand, Lord Rock's hand is not for show! "A bare-chested man with glossy skin waved the whip in the air, making light snapping sounds when he whipped it. Sometimes, he would use his long whip to whip one of the coolies, leaving a bloody mark, but none of the coolies dared to complain. After all, not far away, there were soldiers wearing black armor and helmets that looked like tigers watching their prey.
They were the soldiers of the "Hellhound" army. The laborers believed that under those helmets were faces from hell. They were transporting square stone slabs up the city wall to strengthen and raise the defensive wall of Milahan. At the same time, catapults, cannons, and other equipment that required dozens of people to pull were also being transported up the defensive wall of the city, making the city that was already like a fortress even more sturdy.
Jerio was standing on the city wall.
The count was in his prime. He was abnormally burly. Even among the tall men in the Northern Region, it was rare for him to be 230 centimeters tall. Count Jerio was like a moving hill. His simple but absolutely heavy armor made the count look more like a war fortress. The straight spikes on the armor and the Hellhound relief on the breastplate made the count exude a terrifying aura. The count's pharmacist would hide sulfur on the armor, and through a few small mechanisms, it could spit out flames when needed. It could not only hurt the enemy, but also create the stage effect that the count wanted. According to Jerio, he looked more like a demon from hell.
Jerio leaned on his giant sword, "Wolf's Fang", which was a big sword with crisscrossed canine teeth. It was not comfortable to be cut by this sword, and it was very much in line with the count's style of torturing his enemies with pain. The count watched with satisfaction as the third catapult was pulled to the wall and fixed in the position he wanted. He remembered what Mason said before he left, "Arm Milahan to the teeth, my lord."
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