After the autumn rain, the world was bleak.
In the wilderness about a hundred kilometers south of Linshui City, a large army was moving in a zigzag manner.
The banners were bright, the swords were in a forest, the front and back were orderly, and the formation was neat. All aspects showed that this was undoubtedly a strong army.
Moreover, whether it was the officers, the ordinary soldiers, or even the knights covered in armor, without exception, they all wore a bouquet of white velvet flowers in front of their chests.
Obviously, this was the Fire Velvet Army, known as the "strongest army in the Eastern Region".
In the middle of the army, the Earl Of Avon was wearing a silver armor and a black cloak, looking quite heroic and extraordinary.
But under the surface, the Earl Of Avon was already exhausted.
After all, the body of a mage was too weak. Such a long march, even though he was riding on horseback, he felt that his waist was about to break and his butt was about to split open. Coupled with the weight of the armor, the Earl Of Avon secretly regretted it.
If he had known, he would have chosen a lighter armor.
Count Brugen also saw the embarrassment of his future son-in-law, but he did not suggest that he take off his armor.
This was a great opportunity for the Earl Of Avon to win people's hearts and establish his prestige. Of course, Count Brugen would not spoil it.
But as time went by, seeing the Earl Of Avon on horseback sweating and tottering, Count Brugen knew that he was about to reach his limit. In order to prevent him from making a fool of himself, he had to order the army to stop advancing in advance and set up camp on the spot.
The herald looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. Although he was full of doubts, he still faithfully passed down the order.
With the help of his squire, the Earl Of Avon got off his warhorse with difficulty. He staggered and almost lost his balance.
"Thank you, father-in-law!" The Earl Of Avon held Count Brugen's outstretched hand and thanked him softly.
Of course, he knew that the other party ordered to set up camp so early in order to take care of him. He was both grateful and embarrassed.
Count Brugen put his hand on the Earl Of Avon's arm and said with a smile, "After all, you are not a knight. It's not surprising that you can't withstand such a high-intensity march. You don't have to blame yourself. Moreover, the encirclement against the Bloody Cavalry has been formed. They can't escape even if they have wings. So, we are not in a hurry. "
The Earl Of Avon gasped for breath for a while and seemed to have finally caught his breath. Hearing this, he smiled and said, "Father-in-law, I still want to hurry to Linshui City and personally see the sorry state of the Northern Frontier Guardian."
Count Brugen laughed and said, "No rush, no rush. I guess the Blood Cavalry should have received the news of the Fire Velvet Army's attack. I wonder which direction the Northern Frontier Guardian will choose to break out of the encirclement. "
"If there is no accident, the Bloody Cavalry should go west." The Earl Of Avon said with certainty.
"I think so too." Count Brugan nodded. "I hope the Lord's Coalition Army in the west can block the Blood Cavalry's attack."
"Don't worry, Father-in-law." The Earl Of Avon smiled confidently. "If the main force of the Blood Cavalry is in Linshui City, then I'm really worried that they can break out of the encirclement. But now, there are only three thousand Blood Cavalry in Linshui City, and the Lord's Coalition Army in the west has gathered more than one hundred and fifty thousand men. With such a disparity in strength, it's impossible for Colin Angele to escape."
Count Brugen nodded and felt that he was worrying too much. He smiled and said, "Maybe after exploring the surrounding situation, the people of the Northern Frontier won't have the courage to leave Linshui City."
"Haha, that's the best. When the Fire Velvet Army arrives at Linshui City, I'll personally write a letter to Colin Angele to persuade him to surrender."
"Then you can also think about what price the Northern Frontier should pay to redeem this person."
The father-in-law and son-in-law chatted and laughed, as if they had already determined that the Blood Cavalry in Linshui City couldn't make any waves.
After chatting and laughing for a while, Count Brugen said, "You take a rest first, I'll go patrol the camp."
"Okay." The Earl Of Avon sat down against a thick tree trunk.
The squire wanted to help him take off his armor, but the Earl Of Avon shook his head and refused, "No hurry, let's wait until it's dark."
Turning his head, he saw his Guardian Knight, Fletcher, standing not far away. His whole body was covered in armor and his back was straight, as if such a long journey didn't affect him at all.
The Earl Of Avon was a little envious, but he still said loudly, "Knight Fletcher, sit over here and take a rest."
Hearing this, the Knight Fletcher walked over and bowed. He didn't even take off his helmet and just sat down silently.
The Earl Of Avon asked with concern, "How's your injury?"
The Knight Fletcher was stunned and hesitated for a moment, then he replied in a stiff and hoarse voice, "It's nothing serious."
Then he fell into silence again.
The Earl Of Avon couldn't see the expression on the Knight Fletcher's face under the armor, but he felt that he could understand how he felt.
He thought that the Knight Fletcher was still blaming himself and feeling ashamed about what happened in Alfalfa City, so he reached out and patted the Knight Fletcher's armor to comfort him.
"Don't worry, we'll be able to wash away that shame soon!"
The Knight Fletcher nodded and still didn't speak.
The Earl Of Avon looked at the busy but orderly Fire Velvet Army camp and fell silent for a moment.
As the second son of the Duke, he actually didn't have much experience in leading an army. The House of Saint Prospero's direct army, the Pegasus Legion, had always been commanded by his brother, Marquis Vincent.
Although he had always acted like he didn't care about it, the Earl Of Avon still hoped to have a powerful army that could charge for him.
Especially when he found that the position of Duke of the Eastern Region was within his reach, this idea became extremely strong.
Although the Fire Velvet Army in front of him was powerful, it was still the private army of the Brugen Family.
Perhaps, after this battle, he would have to pay more attention to the rebuilding of the Pegasus Legion …
The sun gradually set in the west, and the Fire Velvet Army camp began to smell the aroma of meat.
The Earl Of Avon had already taken the roasted lamb leg that his squire handed over to him and started to chew on it.
After eating for a while, he asked with some doubt, "Is Earl Brugen not back yet?"
The squire shook his head and said, "My Lord, do you want me to go and take a look?"
"No need."
The Earl Of Avon waved his hand and buried his head in the lamb leg in front of him again.
At this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves made the Earl Of Avon raise his head again.
"Father-in-law, dinner is ready, come quickly …" The Earl Of Avon was halfway through his sentence when he saw that Earl Brugen's expression wasn't right, so he swallowed the rest of his sentence.
Earl Brugen flipped off his horse and said anxiously, "We've met the Blood Cavalry's sentries!"
The Earl Of Avon was stunned for a moment before he said, "The Blood Cavalry can't be coming in our direction, right? Could it be the scouts they left in the south to keep an eye on the Fire Velvet Army? "
"Impossible!" Earl Brugen shook his head firmly. "It's not one or two scattered sentries, it's a formation of sentries! The sentries we sent out to scout all suffered a great loss!
The Blood Cavalry must be nearby! "
The Earl Of Avon opened his mouth wide, obviously shocked by this news.
Earl Brugen had already decisively ordered,
"Get into formation! Prepare to meet the enemy! "
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