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The military meeting of the knight army was held in Newland.
Bertrand stood in front of the map and described the current situation.
"Scouts have reported that from the east and north, there are about 20000 to 30000 barbarians coming toward Newland." Bertrand, who had a full beard, said in a low voice, "Based on the current situation, the enemy is far inferior to us in both quantity and quality."
"According to the current intelligence of Newland and the intelligence of Lauen's investigation, the enemy's commander should be Harold Gwensen, the self-proclaimed King of Obien." Bertrand continued, "This is a very powerful saint warlord. He's estimated to be at the beginning of the saint realm. Well, he's very powerful, especially for you."
"Hahahaha!" Laughter came from the tent.
Leon, Olica, and Francois were all at the pinnacle of the Sanctuary-realm. Calard was at the advanced Sanctuary-realm. Veronica, Bodrick, and Bertrand were at the intermediate Sanctuary-realm. There were also several beginner Sanctuary-realm experts, such as Francois' female courtier, Chisis Morningstar.
Among them, the most powerful force of the Obien barbarians was Harold's personal guard, a group of Noska barbarians who were the champions of heavy armor. There were about three or four hundred of them. However, in terms of quality, not to mention the Old Guard and the Grail Knights, even the elites under the dukes could compete with this army.
Needless to say, there were more than 30 Holy Grail Knights and dozens of Royal Knights, all of whom were Legends. There were close to 200 Legends in the Old Guard Army alone.
Laing remembered that there were only twenty or thirty legendary experts in the whole Nords Kingdom, and only two saints.
Was it true that saints were everywhere, and legends were inferior to dogs?
In fact, Laing knew very well that this was not the case. It was just that his experience and vision were different.
"Where does this group of barbarians get their confidence from?" François said mockingly, "Thirty thousand at most, and they want to fight against our King's Army? Just you wait. Let me take a good look at this King Obien and see what good things he has in his fortress."
"I heard that there are mineral deposits everywhere in the Beast Mountain Range. This time, we have to plunder them properly." Duke Bodrick said casually, "A few years have passed, let me see how much stock the barbarians have accumulated."
"Don't let your guard down, everyone." Laing opened his mouth. Olika stood behind him, and the Knight King sat on the main seat. He said to everyone, "My opinion is that we should try our best to fight the barbarians in the open. Don't defend the city."
"Your Majesty, defending the city is beneficial to us." Marshal Rokossovsky asked in confusion, "Why should we give up on defending the city?"
"Defending the city means being passive, and fighting in the open means taking the initiative. Throughout history, the initiative on the battlefield has been very important." Laing said slowly, "Also, Newland doesn't have any high walls or deep trenches to defend. Also, if we choose to defend the city, it's tantamount to exposing how many troops we have and how much combat power the Empire's army has."
"So I think we should take the initiative to attack, leaving only a small number of defenders to defend Newland with the Empire's army. This way, we can appear as a horn. If we don't have a good first battle, we still have troops behind us who can provide reinforcements and support. If the battle is intense, the defenders in Newland can act as a strong deterrent," Laing continued. "At the very least, they can cheer and make the barbarians fear them."
"In other words, we have the momentum of a fierce tiger in the mountains, right?" The old father-in-law was the first to understand what Laing meant.
"That's right." Laing said casually, "There's no need to directly attack with the entire army. With Obien's thick fog and heavy rain, there are many times when numbers can't form an absolute advantage. Instead, it will cause problems for our command."
Thinking about defeat before thinking about victory, huh? Marshal Rokossovsky frowned. He thought that perhaps this was where the Knight King thought differently from ordinary people. If it were him, he would definitely put in all his troops and strive for a quick victory.
However, everyone's style of commanding troops was different, so there was no need to be particularly serious. For example, Marshal Luo and François couldn't be compared. The old father-in-law's style of commanding troops was steady and accurate, which couldn't be compared to Marshal Luo's style of gambling and putting in all his troops without leaving any way out.
Every marshal's style of fighting was different and couldn't be generalized.
"How long do the scouts think it will take for the barbarians to arrive near Newland?" Laing asked Bertrand.
"I'm not sure. It should be about three to five days," Bertrand said subconsciously. Bertrand said subconsciously, "Also, Your Majesty, Newland covers a large area. We can't be sure when and where the enemy will attack from."
"It doesn't matter. We'll let them choose the location of the final battle." Laing sneered. "And we'll decide the time of the final battle."
After saying that, Knight King stood up. "Everyone, this is our first battle in Obien. Obviously, we're far superior to our enemies in terms of both quantity and quality. But because of this, we can't let our guard down no matter what. We must cheer up and make a good start for this great expedition!"
"Yes!"
After arranging the strategy, Laing didn't stay idle. Knight King immediately took Olica and Veronica to Obien's Stonehenge.
Veronica had changed into a fiery red leather jacket and high boots. The female council leader looked very attractive, especially after the tight leather jacket outlined her proud waistline. Veronica held Laing's arm and complained to him, "It's raining, it's raining for a few days, then it's foggy and overcast. Darling, did you choose the wrong people? Teresa and Aurora should be the ones to come to this damned place. I'm so annoyed! "
"If you're annoyed, you can go back. I'll accompany master." Olica followed behind Laing with an umbrella. The dark elf was still wearing her black and white maid costume, but a pale white cloak with a lot of black flower patterns appeared on her body. At the same time, for the first time, a long staff emitting the cold air of the underworld appeared in Olica's hand. The top of the long staff was embedded with a blood-red gem. Countless ghosts were screaming and begging in pain inside the gem.
This scene caused Veronica to panic. She vaguely knew what these were. They were souls, countless enslaved souls. There was no lack of powerful existences among them, but now they could only beg for mercy and forgiveness under Veronica's control.
At the same time, the white maid's scarf on Olica's head had turned into a divine crown that absorbed the surrounding light. It was so white that it was a little purple. It was full of divine power, and a "♀" symbol was inserted on the crown.
The power on the crown was too terrifying. Veronica couldn't help but want to get closer to Laing.
As usual, Laing didn't think too much. He came to the Stonehenge.
The Obien Stonehenge was a famous monument from prehistoric times. It was once a symbol of the glory and perseverance of the Ancient Saint. It was also known as the Salisbury Stone Ring, the Ring of Stones, the Temple of the Sun, the Prehistoric Stone Table, the Stonehenge Stone Fence, and the Stoken Stone Circle.
The Stonehenge was made of huge stones, each weighing about 50 tons. Its main axis, the ancient path leading to the stone pillars, and the rising sun on the morning of the summer solstice were on the same line. In addition, there were two stones that were connected in the direction of the winter solstice sunset.
According to the existing information, the Ancient Saint built the Stonehenge to protect and maintain the great guardian. After the Ancient Saint left the world in a hurry, the Truth Sayers were responsible for the maintenance of the Stonehenge.
However, after thousands of years of repeated incestuous marriages and isolation in the Obien Fog, the Truth Sayers had long forgotten the knowledge of the Stonehenge, what functions it had, and how to use it. They only remembered how to maintain it. After the Birak incident, not only did the Truth Sayers split into the Dark Envoys that knelt before the Chaos, but most of them also left Obien in the end.
Laing nodded at Veronica and Olica, and then walked to the center of the Stonehenge alone. The psionic energy on his body turned into rings of light and poured into the ground of the Stonehenge.
Lightning exploded in the sky, and thunder rumbled incessantly. Under the heavy rain, on the ground of the Stonehenge, gravel flew up. The green light of the hexagram and the octagon shrouded Laing. Psionic energy poured into the ground along the hexagram and the octagon, passing through the complicated threads to the Stonehenge that was still standing. The surface of the Stonehenge that weighed dozens of tons lit up with an ancient light.
Laing's consciousness began to sink into the depths of the Stonehenge.
The vortex was disturbed. From another world, some existence responded to the power of the Stonehenge, and an ancient voice came.
"Son of the Ancient Saint, you are finally here." The voice sounded very dry and old.
"Who are you?"
"I am Donald Trump. I was not diagnosed with the Corona virus. Hope Hicks betrayed me. He conspired with Foggy and Biden to put me under house arrest in the White Palace! Without my help, Mike Pence is doomed to fail, and Biden will win the election. Son of the Ancient Saint, I need your help. I need you to pour all your power into the Stonehenge so that I can escape from the White Palace and gather my troops in Washington. After it's done, I will introduce you to the University of Pennsylvania's Business School to study for a master's degree in economics! I will also appoint you as the Secretary of Defense! "
Laing: "???"
Knight King was confused. He was stunned.
Huh? What was this?
"Hurry, son of the Ancient Saint, there is not much time left!" The voice on the other side quickly came, full of anxiety and seriousness. "Victory or defeat depends on this!"
"You are not him at all!" Laing had broken free from his confusion at this time. His eyes immediately became fierce. "You are not that person at all! I know who you are. You are the first demon under Perverted Sin, En Kali! "
The voice on the other side of the Stonehenge was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed. Its voice was distorted and full of charm. "You are indeed the son of the Ancient Saint. Many people have seen through my disguise, but only you only needed a few seconds to see through it. Strange, I have fused with some of the memory fragments in the depths of your psionic power. It doesn't make sense!"
"…" Laing thought to himself, I can't tell you that those memory fragments are so old that they directly lead to my previous life. If that can deceive me, then there is something wrong with me.
"You did the right thing, determined young man. Don't believe it!" An extremely tired and weak voice came from the other side. The shadow of a high elite archmage shouted at Laing, "The power of the Great Maelstrom is getting weaker and weaker. En Kali's power is already able to affect the outside of the Great Maelstrom, young man! You are that Knight King, aren't you? Can you pass a message to my last blood descendant, Imrick of Kaldor? "
"What is it?" Laing's psionic power turned into a silver sword and cut open En Kali's arm. Purple blood spurted out and collided with the psionic power, and was dried by Laing's purifying psionic power. En Kali, the Great Demon of Perverted Sin, let out a cry of pain and pleasure. It immediately retracted its arm and magic power, intending to close the conversation.
"Don't try to get … something … that doesn't belong to him." The high elite archmage shouted at Laing, "The title of Phoenix King … is not a … glory, but a … (inaudible) … elf from the beginning … (inaudible)."
Boom! A huge explosion occurred, and the ground in the middle of the Stonehenge exploded, and Laing was sent flying.
"Laing!"
"Master!"
Veronica and Olica quickly ran over and helped Laing up.
"Master, are you okay?" Olica quickly pressed Laing's face on her chest, trying to help him recover.
"I'm fine." Laing shook his head. Knight King struggled to stand up and looked at the Stonehenge. "Damn it, I thought the ancient saint would have left something in the Stonehenge, but this thing has been in disrepair for a long time, and its only function is to maintain the operation of the Great Whirlpool."
"Then what do we do now?" Veronica was relieved to see that Laing was fine. She stood up and looked at the Stonehenge. Because of the explosion, a hole had appeared in the ground, and a stone pillar had also been blown apart and was on the verge of collapse.
"What can we do?" Laing shook his head with a bitter smile. Knight King stood in the same place and looked at the glittering Stonehenge. Suddenly, he laughed. "At least we got something good."
"Something good?" Veronica looked at the Stonehenge with curiosity.
"A solution to the weather problem." Laing nodded. "Okay, let's not worry about it. Let's go."
"It's time to prepare for the final battle with the Barbarians."
Four days later, Knight King Laing Macado personally led 35000 soldiers, plus the 1,300 Nord Marines who had just arrived, for a total of 36300 people. About ten kilometers northeast of Newland, on a small hill called Hastings, they encountered the 26000 Barbarian soldiers led by King Obien, Harold.
It had to be said that Harold was indeed a veteran Barbarian warlord. He chose a hillside in the middle of a swamp to fight the Brittany army. The swamp could greatly hinder the Brittany's powerful cavalry, and the hillside meant that he had the advantage of a higher ground.
In fact, the heavy rain and mud did cause a lot of trouble for the Brittany army. The cannons and catapults were all stuck in the swamp. Laing had no choice but to order most of the cannons to be left in Newland, and only the portable mortar cannons were brought along. In the heavy rain, only the exquisite flintlocks made by the dwarves could be used. This meant that other than the flintlock grenadiers of the Old Guard, Laing lacked firearms to provide an overwhelming long-range advantage against the Barbarians.
Just like that, the first battle of the Obien Great Expedition was almost a decisive battle.
On the small hill called Hastings, the battle to decide the fate of King Obien, Harold, began in the morning.
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