The answer to him was the monocular telescope that was wielding heavily.

It was not stuffing or handing, but smashing. At the same time, there was also Flamar's roaring fiercely: "I want a gun, hurry up! Are you deaf?"

"Gun?" The adjutant still did not recover from his previous ignorance. Although he was hit on the forehead by a telescope, he still endured the pain and asked tremblingly: "What gun?"

"Matchrope!" The Duke's performance at this moment was not like a well-educated nobleman at all. He was furious and waved his hand to slap the adjutant in the face. Then he turned around and stared at the attendants who were standing several meters behind him with his fierce eyes: "Give me your guns, and I'll need them now!"

The servants who woke up from their dreams hurried over, took off the long-barrel musket on their shoulders and handed it to the duke. Flamar became extremely arrogant. While receiving the gun, he snatched the waterproof leather bag of the soldier with gunpowder and bullets hanging on his waist, and quickly loaded it with skillful movements. After all, he fell to the ground with his upper body, imitated the giant infantry he had seen in the telescope before, and put the barrel between two stones and aimed silently.

Flamar recalled the military training he received from his father in his youth, restrained his inner fear and tried to keep himself calm.

He didn't know the word "sleeping" but the benefits of shooting on the ground are obvious. Doing so can aim at the target more firmly and greatly reduce the body's attack surface.

"Damn it, why didn't I expect to do this?" he was still murmuring to himself.

The major kingdoms used platoon tactics for decades. It was not that no one had thought of new tactics during this period. Strictly speaking, lying shooting is not a new thing, but due to the emergence of artillery, soldiers who had no time to avoid suffered heavy casualties, and the shooting interval between the convex guns was very long. In order to ensure dense firepower projection, it became inevitable to arrange them into dense horizontal lines to take turns to shoot.

What really made Flamar curious was the trenches.

He discovered a new tactic: whether it is the solid shells used by the Kingdom Alliance or the explosive shells like the northern giants, as long as there are trenches, they can effectively protect soldiers.

The fire on the opposite side was fierce, and the giant infantry hid in the trenches without any intention of coming out. The attacking Viking soldiers were not fools. When they saw the comrades in front fell in large numbers, the followers behind suddenly became confused. Some of them looked for cover on the spot, while others simply turned around and ran away.

Flamar aimed and fled back, the nearest deserter lit the medicine line.

The gun fired, the man's body tilted twice, the cotose slid from his hand, and fell backward.

The Duke got up from the ground. He cursed and ordered the adjutant: "If you find the deserter on the battlefield, you will not be ruthless."

"Affect your orders!" The adjutant stood attentively and saluted reflexively.

Flamar glanced at him, and a trace of fatigue appeared on his gray face: "I'm so tired, I'll go back and take a break. You will take over here. Remember, every 30,000 people continue to attack for a batch, and you must never stop."

After saying that, he walked through the crowd of servants, walked straight to a horse, stepped on the stirrup and turned over and rode, and headed towards the tent in the distance.

...

Before entering the tent, Flamar ordered the guards on duty outside to help him remove his armor. He seemed very sleepy and said casually: "Go and do your business, don't stay here, let me rest quietly alone."

The guards left as they said.

Flamar strode into the tent and lowered the curtains.

Suddenly, he seemed to have become a different person. He swept away the decadence on his face before, walked a few steps to the camp bed, bent down and took out a light gray cloth bag from under the bed.

The bag contained a Viking Kingdom messenger uniform.

Changing into his uniform as fast as possible, Flamar grabbed a handful of dust from the ground and wiped it hard on his face. He looked down and found that there was no luxurious jewelry on his body that could attract other people's attention. Then he picked up the mezzanine and bullet bag leaning against the wall, turned around and walked out of the tent, untied the reins of the war horse tied to the wooden stakes outside, and finally glanced at the battlefield filled with smoke in the distance, and quickly rode his horse towards the east.

He prepared this outfit in advance last night.

The horses were also carefully selected. Instead of using their usual mounts, Flamar chose another horse with ordinary appearance but good endurance. The horse's back was carrying a pocket with dry food that was enough for ten days to consume. The cowhide bag contained water and a certain amount of spirits.

The so-called "noble dignity" is not worth mentioning in Framar's opinion. He has already prepared for failure. The result of the battle is nothing more than victory and failure. If the giant loses and successfully captures the city called "learning to capture", Framar will take the remaining soldiers to defend the city defense. If the giant wins, Framar will leave the battlefield early according to the situation and escape secretly alone.

The messenger uniform is a good disguise. According to the Viking Army Code: the messenger has privileges and can pass directly at various checkpoints without being inspected.

This battle can no longer be fought. Whether it is weapons or tactics, giants have the advantage. If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, Vlamar would have no idea that this was the nobles and kings who usually mocked "ignorant barbarians."

The Duke doesn't want to die in such a place for nothing.

Taking advantage of the fact that the battle ahead was temporarily in a stalemate and the overall situation had not yet collapsed, we seized the time to rush to the riverside east.

Flamar reserved a small boat in a secluded position downstream from the ferry. It was made of wood to make a pontoon bridge, a very small sampan that just fits a man and a horse.

Every time he fought, the Duke would leave him a safe way to escape in advance. Out of caution, he did everything himself and never told him to his confidants below.

Flamar knew very well that the chance of running away alone was high, especially when the entire army was fighting bloody in front of him, the giant would only turn all his attention there.

As long as you wait patiently until dark, you can cross the river quietly without knowing it.

As long as you can survive, what are you afraid of if you die a few more people?

I am a hereditary duke. Even if I abandon all the soldiers, the king will not be sentenced to death in his past love and past merits. At most, he will be demoted from duke to marquis or even count.

As long as you are alive, everything is possible.

If you die, you will have nothing.

...

Flamar has a high prestige in the army. This is because he has long been on a fair and just standpoint, trying his best to win better treatment from the kings and nobles. In addition, the duke has quite a military talent and unique vision. During the so-called "Northern Truce", he won successive victories in small-scale wars between the Vikings and other kingdoms, and thus won the title of "Viking War God".

Flamar usually does not set up deputy generals during wartime, and he only has a "adjutant regiment" around him. The specific structure and model are quite similar to the "staff system" in the civilized era. The members of the adjutant regiment are loyal to the duke, and they conscientiously and strictly enforce every order of Flamar. Even after he fled alone, the adjutants still, as he had previously ordered, threw three attack waves into the giant positions directly in front of him.

Although he had made sufficient psychological preparations for "this is a fierce battle", Yuan Kai was still shocked by the crazy impact of the Viking soldiers. He could not understand the crazy and stubborn actions of the whites, nor did he understand the use of the military bands that followed the mechatronic gunmen. It must be admitted that the whites' military music was very rhythmic, and the snare drum beats sounded very exciting. The habits of years of training and military codes were difficult to change in a short period of time. Although Flamar repeatedly warned before leaving, "the front-line infantry must be kept a distance and should not give the giants a chance to kill artillery fire on a large scale", the soldiers sent behind still followed the conservative and unchanged.

The Viking infantry lined up in an orderly manner to attack, with their rigid steps and military rhythms. They walked until about sixty meters away from the Second Legion before firing. This was to ensure the range and accuracy of the mezzanine, but at least half of them had no chance to shoot when they reached this position and fell down forever.

After shooting, the Viking soldiers started to charge. The Viking soldiers were equipped with waist knives. They knew very well that their opponents would not give them time to shoot again. Even if the giant was tall, they still had to rush up and fight in hand-to-hand combat and create opportunities for their companions behind them as much as possible.

The subsequent offense became extremely fierce, and the frontier positions of the Second Legion were once attacked by crazy Viking soldiers. Unfortunately, they failed to kill any giants in melee battle. Their only function was to disrupt the defense and force Yuan Kai to order the frequency of artillery fire to increase.

Framar, who had escaped alone, never dreamed that such a change would occur.

The adjutants were no longer confident of winning the battle. They quickly sent people back to the camp to find Framar, wanting him to come out and take charge of the overall situation. Soon, they received shocking news - the Duke did not rest in the tent and could not find him everywhere.

In the afternoon, when Prison Niu led the Dragon Cavalry regiment to the side of the Viking Camp, the main Viking forces on the western battlefield began to collapse almost at the same time.

The powerful dragoon is simply a monster. This beast with a similar appearance to a lizard is higher than a giant. Although the hit rate of rifles is not high during riding and shooting, there are too many Viking soldiers gathered together, and the dragoons do not need to aim at it. As long as they pull the trigger to the densest place in the crowd, they can easily reap the results.

"Defense on the spot, be sure to block them!" the officers shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Send additional staff, you must find the Duke." The adjutants knew very well that only Flamar could deal with this situation.

There were 20,000 Dragon Clan cavalry attacking from the flanks with the dragon cavalry. The war horses came from Zumu's years of operation in the tiger clan and the capture of the dragon clan in the war against the tiger clan. Among them, there were also the support from the tiger king Yaoxian after the defeat in the Battle of Locking Dragon Pass, and there were also the "benefits" of Wulin secretly using the power of the national teacher to secretly convey to the dragon clan.

When the cavalry troops were circling to the flank of the Viking Army, Yuan Kai ordered the placement of the reserve team and launched a comprehensive attack.

The light artillery was dragged away from its original position and followed the brigade of infantry to the east. The dominant infantry and the dragon infantry that were more advanced than the Vikings formed dense protection around the artillery team. After approaching the range, the engineers quickly excavated the artillery position on the spot and fired at the Viking Kingdom army.

The prison bull held the reins with his left hand, and his strong legs tightly clamped the back of the velociraptor, rushing towards the fleeing Viking soldiers at an extremely high speed. The saber held in his hand did not require force, but just stretched out sideways toward the front. Relying on the impact and inertial force generated by the mount, the sharp blade cut off the skull of a Viking soldier on the spot.

The velociraptors with a height of more than six meters ran wildly among the crowd, and the fleeing soldiers had no fighting spirit, and no one wanted to raise their guns to aim. The news that "the duke is missing" has spread all over the place, and no matter what the specific reason was, the soldiers became confused and fearful. Although the officers repeatedly emphasized that "Mr. Framar will not abandon us", the human brain always became full of imagination in the face of difficulties and dangers, racking their brains to find any reason and excuse to make their survival behavior normal.

"The Duke has run away!"

“Framar abandoned us.”

"Don't tell me anything. This is impossible. You have to come up with evidence or let the Duke stand up to prove that he was not leaving."

The pressure from the west of the battlefield was getting stronger and stronger, and the retreat routes to the east and north were cut off by the Dragon Cavalry. The entire Viking Legion was surrounded by all. Although they were large in number, they could not organize effective defenses.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, Earl Perris convened an emergency meeting with the adjutant regiment and senior officers.

"Everyone, I believe you all know the dilemma before us." The Count's dark blue eyes showed anxiety, and his failure to shave for several days made him look more and more haggard: "This war has exceeded our abilities. The giants are very powerful. We..."

He really couldn't continue to say the following words, but it was necessary to say that every participant knew it.

After a few seconds of silence, Earl Perris turned his gaze to the Duke Adjutant sitting diagonally opposite: "Victor, let's introduce the situation."

The adjutant was very handsome. He looked dull at this moment, constantly licking his chapped lips, and stammeringly speaking: "...we, I sent someone to find Duke Flamar two hours ago. I searched all the entire military camp... but... I haven't found it."

A knight with the colonel's badge on his chest frowned and asked, "Where will the Duke go? Has he been captured by the giant?"

Victor quickly shook his head: "No, this is impossible. I have checked it. There is no problem with the cordon line in the rear military camp. The giants are very tall, and everyone will see them as long as they attack."

One major asked, “Will it be ours?”
Chapter completed!