The reason Ren Xiaosu and the others chose this mountain path was because it was gradually forgotten by people after the smugglers disappeared.
However, this matter had to be looked at in another way. Even if you wanted to take the most obscure path on the battlefield, the enemy's infiltration troops would also think the same way.
Under normal circumstances, if a seasoned military commander was present, he would tell Ren Xiaosu, "Don't be presumptuous enough to take the narrow path."
That was because the army would definitely be more accurate than the smugglers when it came to mapping. If even the smugglers knew the path, the enemy's army would definitely know it too.
No matter how decadent the army or dynasty was, the first thing to do was not to treat the other party as a fool.
Of course, if P5092 were here, he would give Ren Xiaosu a completely different answer: "Just take the path you want to take. No one can stop you anyway, so you can take it however you want. Who knows, you might even get something out of it."
This was probably the difference between understanding Ren Xiaosu and not understanding him.
Qian Weining looked at Ren Xiaosu. "Your Excellency, do you think the enemy will come through the mountain path?"
"I think so." Ren Xiaosu nodded. "Otherwise, Hai Dongqing wouldn't have flown here. Before The Cataclysm, there were hunters who trained falcons. Before hunting, they would release the falcons to scout the way for themselves in case they encountered ferocious beasts like brown bears. I think the Dudor family's Hai Dongqing should also be used for this purpose."
"If it's the Dudor family's vanguard, then there should be at least 600 Knight troops coming this time. More than half of them should be light cavalry with crossbows as their main weapons, while the rest are lancers used to charge and break through enemy lines." Qian Weining forced himself to remain calm and said, "Most importantly, this infiltration troop will be accompanied by five wizards."
He was a Knight of the Berkley family, and the Berkley family had been treating the Tudors and Normans as their imaginary enemies for 60 years. Therefore, a qualified Berkley Knight would have to know how the enemy they were facing would operate in war.
But now, Qian Weining was leading only 191 Knight troops. Including himself, there were 192 of them.
Moreover, they only had weapons and no armor.
If the two armies met in such a situation, Qian Weining and the others would definitely die.
Therefore, Qian Weining was actually a little flustered. He looked at Ren Xiaosu and wanted to ask this new master what he should do.
Ren Xiaosu glanced at Qian Weining. "You guys continue to study. Pay attention."
Qian Weining: "Huh?"
"Don't worry, they won't be able to come here." Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "You guys might have some guesses about my power now, but I still have to help you guys deepen your impression of me. This is the basis of mutual trust."
Qian Weining and the others looked at each other. The enemy's cavalry was about to arrive, but Ren Xiaosu told them to study hard …
This feeling was too strange, as if he had been cut off from the real world …
At this time, it was Meg who sighed and said, "Come, everyone, continue to learn the wizard language from me. I was just as nervous as you guys at first, but you see, I'm used to it now."
Ren Xiaosu gave Meg an admiring look, while Li Chenggong and Liu Ting, the two sheep people, lowered their heads and looked like they had accepted their fate.
"Sir, are you going to deal with the cavalry now?" Qian Weining asked curiously.
"Me?" Ren Xiaosu shook his head. "I don't have to do anything."
For a moment, Ren Xiaosu became more and more mysterious in everyone's eyes. Everyone suddenly remembered the rumor in Winston City: There were a total of three people who attacked Winston's manor, and one of them was wearing a white mask and was not even afraid of witchcraft.
But now, that white mask had never appeared.
When it was time for Qian Weining and the others to go to class, Ren Xiaosu was eating roasted mutton at the side, looking carefree as if nothing had happened.
Suddenly, Ren Xiaosu sat up straight. This action startled the worried Qian Weining and the others. "What's the matter, sir?"
"Oh, it's nothing." Ren Xiaosu waved it off at Qian Weining. Then he looked at Li Chenggong and Liu Ting and said tentatively, "Do you two see the number 178 on that sheep's buttocks? As far as I know, all the sheep belonging to Fortress 178 have this thing branded on their buttocks. It's to distinguish them from the other herdsmen's sheep. In the past, some herdsmen used to steal sheep."
Li Chenggong and Liu Ting's expressions changed drastically, but neither of them said anything.
Ren Xiaosu held back his laughter and asked, "Did the two of you … know about this?"
"No!" Li Chenggong stood up in panic. "How could we possibly know about this?!"
Next to him, Liu Ting nearly shed tears of humiliation.
Qian Weining and Chen Jingshu were a little confused, but Mego immediately understood what Ren Xiaosu meant. He hesitated for a long time before saying to Li Chenggong and Liu Ting, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about this before this. I'm sorry you two were wronged."
Qian Weining and the others were dumbfounded. Why were they suddenly talking about something like this instead of discussing how to deal with the cavalry?
They had no idea that Li Chenggong and Liu Ting had also been sheep for quite some time. In fact, they were even mixed in with the sheep of Fortress 178.
…
On the mountain road to the north, a vanguard of 800 people was quickly infiltrating the area.
The hooves of the horses made a dull thud as they trampled on the mountain road. The hooves of the horses were all wrapped in a thick layer of cowhide, and each horse even had a wooden stick in its mouth to prevent the horses from neighing while they were advancing.
This cavalry unit was made up of the elites of the Tudors. Even when marching at night, their formation was not disrupted at all.
Every once in a while, the soldier at the front would slow down a little and let his comrades take over to break the wind.
The purpose of breaking the wind was to reduce the wind resistance of the warhorses at the back. This way, the leading horse would not be exhausted to death.
As the crossbowmen rode, their right hand was always placed on the handle of the crossbow at their waist in case someone ambushed them.
Among them, six of the warlocks were being protected by the Knights in the middle. Dozens of kilometers behind them, there was also a group of warlocks that had been temporarily sent from the main camp as reinforcements.
With such combat strength, Qian Weining's group of more than 100 people would not be a problem at all. Even if there was a warlock like Mego in the group, it would still not be enough.
As they advanced, more than a dozen people in the cavalry formation had thin, short copper whistles in their mouths. When the whistles sounded, it sounded like a lark was chirping in the group. Only the members of the Tudor Knight Regiment could understand the meaning of the whistles.
The whistles were so sharp that they would not be drowned out by other sounds even in the midst of a battle. This was how the Tudor Knight Regiment conveyed their orders.
Especially in a chaotic large-scale battle, the chirping of the officers' birds would gather and intertwine together. It was no longer as gentle as a lark, but rather as sharp as the chirping of a seagrass.
At this moment, the originally quiet vanguard unit suddenly heard the chirping of birds made by the copper whistles. The chirping of birds was transmitted to the back, and for a moment, the entire vanguard unit reined in their horses and advanced.
Everyone looked at the road ahead quietly and solemnly. From extreme movement to extreme stillness, it was an exceptionally spectacular scene.
Everyone looked in front of them and saw a figure wearing a white mask standing in their way. He was slowly pulling out a black saber from nothingness.
The leader of the Tudor Knight Regiment at the front blew the copper whistle in his mouth. They did not directly charge at Lao Xu. Instead, they began to slowly move closer.
The fast-moving cavalry was like a long dragon. As long as the number of people moving side by side was small, they could pass through the mountain road faster.
But now, they had gathered together for a better defense!
There was only one enemy, but the Tudor Knight in the vanguard unit believed that if the other party did not have full confidence, how could he block their way by himself?
The other party clearly knew how many people they had and how much combat power they had, but he still blocked their way.
This was a sense of danger. The Tudor Knight felt a strong sense of danger.
At this time, the stars above their heads were bright, and the crescent moon hung straight up in the sky like a silver-white scimitar.
When they changed their formation, the St. Tudor Knights hurriedly blew the copper whistle in their mouths. In an instant, a retreating archer squad pulled the trigger on their warhorses, and a crossbow bolt the length of a forearm shot toward Old Xu.
But for some reason, everyone's vision blurred. By the time they reacted, they had already lost track of Lao Xu!
The Tudor Knight was shocked. This was too fast!
The next moment, a black knife seemed to burst out from the night, sweeping diagonally across the Tudor Knight's warhorse and the Knight's body.
The warhorse was beheaded, and the Knight was cut in half at the waist. Blood splashed into the night sky, and no one could tell if it was horse blood or human blood.
…
Qian Weining and the others were chanting along with Xiaomei, "ABCDEFG …"
But before they could finish chanting the letters in the Sorcerer language, they suddenly saw the sky in the distance lit up by something.
"Witchcraft?" Qian Weining got up from the ground in shock.
Immediately after, the sky over there flickered as if someone was setting off fireworks.
However, Qian Weining and the others' line of sight was blocked by the short hill, so they could not see what was going on at all.
"The witchcraft should still be very far away from us, so we can't hear the battle cries," Qian Weining judged based on his experience. He raised his index finger vertically and narrowed one eye to compare the ratio of the hill to his index finger. He did not know how to calculate it, so he continued, "I've confirmed it. It should be about three kilometers away from us."
After saying that, Qian Weining looked at Ren Xiaosu, wanting to ask everyone what they should do.
However, he saw Ren Xiaosu with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.
"Should we wake Sir up?" Qian Weining asked Mego.
Before Mego could answer, Ren Xiaosu said, "Continue to study. We'll rest together in another half an hour. We'll continue our journey tomorrow morning."
After saying that, Ren Xiaosu did not bother with Qian Weining and the others anymore.
Qian Weining sighed in his heart. Perhaps this was what a real boss was like. He could be so calm in the face of danger.
However, Qian Weining was also sure of one thing. There were indeed people secretly guarding around their team, but he could not determine how many of them there were.
That night, not a single Knight rushed to the campsite. The short hill two kilometers away was like a tough barrier, blocking all the killings behind it.
Qian Weining did not sleep well the whole night. The first battle last night ended quickly, but a second battle broke out not long after.
To be honest, normal people would not be able to sleep well in such an environment. The reason why Ren Xiaosu could fall asleep was because Ren Xiaosu was abnormal!
In the early morning, Qian Weining, Mego, and the others walked out of their tents with dark circles under their eyes. They rolled up their tents made of waterproof canvas and hung them on the buttocks of their respective horses.
Ren Xiaosu greeted them in a refreshed manner, "Good morning. Why do all of you look so lethargic?"
Qian Weining hesitated for a long time before suddenly asking, "Sir, what happened last night? Are we safe?"
"Safe, of course we're safe." Ren Xiaosu said with a smile, "As for what happened, you'll see it in a while."
When he said that, Xiaomei, Qian, Xiao Shu, Xiao An, and Xiao Cheng all became curious.
Everyone was perplexed by what happened last night. If they did not know the truth, they would probably die of anxiety.
After a quick breakfast in the morning, everyone set off immediately. When they turned into a winding mountain road, the smell of blood on the ground stunned everyone.
Even the warhorses were unwilling to go any further.
Broken crossbows were scattered all over the ground, and there were bloodstains on the mountain rocks. It was as if someone had drawn thick ink on the landscape.
Qian Weining had a lot of combat experience, so he only needed to size up the battlefield a little before he came to a conclusion, "At least 800 people died!"
When he took a closer look, he also saw more than 10 corpses wearing wizard robes. The sleeves of the black wizard robes were embroidered with the picture of Turquoise.
However, the Turquoise, which was supposed to be white, had been dyed red by blood.
In just one night, the vanguard troops sent by the Dudor family to the south were all dead. Two batches of wizards were also dead.
Even the soldiers of the Burning Knight Corps, who had been through a lot, felt their hair stand on end when they saw this scene. Most importantly, they did not even know who did it.
"Sir," Yao Bo moved closer to Qian Weining and whispered, "I've taken a look. Other than the horse prints and the Dudor Knight's footprints, there's only one person's footprints …"
Yao Bo was famous in the team for being good at tracking and ambushing. He had meticulous observation and strong analytical skills.
These Dudor Knight were all wearing standard boots, so it was easy to identify them. Therefore, it was not difficult to distinguish the footprints on the battlefield.
"You mean to say that the deaths of more than 800 people were all caused by one person?" Qian Weining asked with a pained expression.
"That's right," Yao Bo said in a low voice, "I've just observed the surroundings. After the Dudor Knight was killed, there should have been dozens of people who wanted to escape. In the end, they split up and ran for a few hundred meters, but they were still caught up and killed one by one from the back."
Dozens of people ran in different directions, but they were still caught up and killed by one person. What kind of speed did the person who was chasing them have?
There was no way to continue thinking about the details!
Moreover, what Qian Weining found most unbelievable was that at the moment of the massacre, he was still learning the wizard language a few kilometers away, and even had his class notes checked by Li Chenggong, the class representative …
Such a violent and peaceful scene was only separated by a mountain, as if it had happened in two different worlds.
As for Ren Xiaosu, Qian Weining looked at his new master. If the other party said he was fine, then he was really fine. He had wiped out the infiltration team of the Dudor Knight while talking and laughing.
For a moment, Qian Weining was in awe and fear of Ren Xiaosu.
Ren Xiaosu urged his horse forward. "Let's go, Lil 'Qian, lead the way."
Qian Weining followed and asked in a low voice, "Master, are we going to completely avoid the Dudor family?"
Qian Weining had called him Sir before, but now he had suddenly changed the way he addressed him. It had to be said that this massacre had indeed left an extremely deep impression on him.
"Don't completely avoid them," Ren Xiaosu said. "It's best if the Dudor family can send some people to hunt us down. That way, your Eye of Truth will have a foothold."
Qian Weining sighed. This was truly a ruthless person.
Lil 'Mei and Ren Xiaosu walked side by side. "Why are you in such a hurry to go to Ghent City? And why are those bounty hunters listening to you all of a sudden? You're from Middle Earth, so you shouldn't know each other. "
"It's probably because I have some history with the organization that the bounty hunters belong to." Ren Xiaosu casually explained, "And the reason I want to go to Ghent City is actually to find out about my background."
Also, he wanted to see what the reward for this mission was.
He had already found three out of the four clues for the mission, and Ren Xiaosu was looking forward to the day he completed the mission.
"Background?" Meg asked curiously. "Don't you know about your background?"
"I don't know." Ren Xiaosu smiled. "I woke up from a dark dream and forgot everything in the past. Alright, there's no point in talking about this. I'm actually very curious about what your childhood sweetheart is like. "
Meg thought for a moment and replied, "She … is very dazzling."
"I heard you say that the Dudor family thinks she's a rare witchcraft genius, so they let the children in the family marry her." Ren Xiaosu asked, "How much of a genius is she?"
"When she was 17 years old, she brought money to buy the Eye of Truth. In the end, the first one she bought opened up the Eye of Truth. Speaking of luck, she's really someone favored by the gods." Lil 'Mei sighed. "She tried to learn witchcraft, but the person in charge of teaching her witchcraft found out that she could release witchcraft in the real world after only practicing it a hundred times in the Meditation World."
Ren Xiaosu was stunned for a moment. "Is this the so-called talent?"
"Yes." Lil 'Mei nodded. "And this talent is reflected in all aspects. For example, her Meditation World is extremely huge, and it's said that there's a huge cross-shaped sword in it. This means that she'll have stronger mental strength. Others can practice five or six times a day, but she can practice thirty times. Others need ten or twenty years to become a great wizard, but she might be able to cross that threshold in three or four years. "
Ren Xiaosu was amused. "Then she's really much stronger than you."
Lil 'Mei rolled her eyes at him. "Can't you comfort me?"
"Don't be discouraged. You're not worse than her," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile.
"Oh?" Lil 'Mei's interest was piqued. "I'm not worse than her?"
"Of course, you have me to help you." Ren Xiaosu comforted her. "This is more useful than her working hard for a lifetime!"
Lil 'Mei said, "… Haha."
"By the way, how did she get married to the Dudor family?" Ren Xiaosu asked.
"She was supposed to go to the border to be a little wizard like me, but after the Dudor family discovered her talent, they immediately went to her family to propose marriage." Mego said, "At that time, my family had already declined, and they didn't dare to provoke the Dudor family, so they agreed."
"No wonder the Dudor family wants to kill you. It's not because of jealousy, but because they want this genius wizard to be a part of the Dudor family," Ren Xiaosu said with a nod.
Looking at it this way, Mego was more like the template of a protagonist. The person he liked was chosen by another family because of her talent, and then Mego used his cheat card to kill them all …
Mego complained at the side, "Her surname is Dudor, not Dudor."
"That's not important."
…
In Winston City, the head of the Berkley family was standing quietly on the red carpet of the cathedral, his whole body covered in silver armor.
A brazier was placed in front of him, and the flames in the brazier were extremely beautiful, dancing wildly.
The Dudor family was famous for the Ice Cracking Spell, and the Berkley family was famous for the Song of Flames. These two families seemed to be born to be incompatible, and they had never stopped small-scale wars for many years.
Even the Berkley family supported the Winston family to deal with the Worth family supported by the Tudor family.
Both parties had mastered the secret arts related to ice and fire, and they had been studying their own paths.
At this moment, the head of the Berkley family was holding his Golden Eye, and the flames in the brazier in front of him gradually turned into the appearance of a human, and the tail of the flame was the hair of the human who was shaking uneasily, looking strange and mysterious.
The man in the brazier said, "The vanguard of the Tudor Knight Legion has been killed, and the enemy is continuing to the north, moving close to the Tudor Knight Legion's range of activity."
"What's the loss of the Tudor family?" asked the head of the Berkley family.
"We've lost twelve Sorcerers, and one of them was a rookie who had just become a Great Sorcerer. Even their twelve Eyes of Truth have disappeared," the person in the flame replied.
The brazier and the flame were the way the Berkley family sent messages.
This method of transmission was relatively convenient, and they could communicate with each other as long as there was fire. Compared to the Dudor family's method, the biggest advantage was that it did not cost the son.
At this moment, the head of the Berkley family was in a good mood.
The faraway friend of the Wang Clan did not lie to him. As long as the Tudor family provoked the young man, the young man would weaken the Tudor family's strength for him.
Human beings were strange. Although the head of the Berkley family had also suffered a great loss because of Ren Xiaosu, when he found that the Tudor family was also suffering losses, he could forget a lot of his anger in the past. He even hoped that his enemy, Ren Xiaosu, could live longer so that he would not run into the head of the Tudor family so soon.
In this way, Ren Xiaosu would be able to continue hurting the Tudor family.
In the eyes of the head of the Berkley family, although Ren Xiaosu was strong, if the head of the Tudor family was prepared, Ren Xiaosu would not be a match for him.
He said to the man in the flame, "Hide your trace carefully, and inform me as soon as you have any news. In addition, if there is a chance to make the Tudor family an enemy of this team, I will include you in the family tree. After you die, your soul can return to the paradise. "
The man in the flame was excited. "It will be my honor."
The head of the Berkley family decided to end the conversation. "May the flame be with you."
"May the flame be with you."
After that, there was a burst of sparks in the brazier, and the figure in it disappeared without a trace.
The flame returned to its previous restless state, as if nothing had happened.
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