The carriage continued to move forward, but soon left the road and turned to the narrow country road. The road was undulating along the low hills, and the wheels could only be carefully rolled over countless stones and shallow pits. The bearded man walked in front of him and said in a relaxed tone: "There will be a sentry in front, don't worry, they won't attack."
Turning over the hill and passing a village, the houses on both sides were empty. It can be seen that the residents here were transferred away, the door was locked, and no livestock was left behind, and everything was neatly arranged. At the entrance of the village, there was a wooden sign with the words "epidemic area" written in a twisted and terrifying font. However, Feiqi did not see the patient, but found several secret whistles hidden behind the house. They all looked rosy and healthy, so where was the disease?
After walking about ten miles forward, an army was entrenched at the fork of the road, with about two thousand people. From the flag, the troops led by the Lighthouse occupied a small number, and the rest were all knights and mercenaries of the Hall family. A tall red tent stood in the middle of the camp, distanced from the other tents, lonely but very proud. The Hall family's flag floated in front of the door of the red tent, which was a silhouette of a knight holding a sword, and the holy emblem on his helmet was dazzling.
"I think it's better to walk in and park the carriage outside." Feiqi knocked on the carriage with a cat stick, and the car parked smoothly on the side of the road. "Big beard, my car will not be stolen if it's left here?"
"Who dares?!" Weisco glared, but still looked around and said, "Master Feichi, you know where to go anyway, so I won't accompany you. I'll find a safe place to put your carriage first, so that the slutty recruits will break the paint on it."
The elf's carriage never applied paint, but the bearded man had already expressed his meaning clearly. Feiqi got out of the car and helped Benny put on his armor with Shani, then slightly tidied up his clothes, and then walked into the military camp with a teasing stick and a pit sword.
The camp is temporary, all houses can be packed and taken away, and the goods are piled more on the cart rather than on the ground, obviously in preparation for marching at any time. However, the camp still built temporary arrow towers with stone, mud and wood, and guards holding longbows looked around vigilantly. A low wall connected the arrow towers, and the archers hid behind the low wall. Although they were relaxing and chatting, they were in a state of fighting at any time.
The tents of mercenaries and knights are mixed together, but their clothes and equipment are clearly distinguished. They rarely interact, except when they laugh at each other. One side is a "slut in the iron sheet" and the other side is a "thug who only recognizes money in his bones". Since the two sides are actually not wrong about what they say, this kind of ridicule often causes fights. As long as they do not move a sharp weapon, punching and kicking will only enhance their feelings, so the generals leading the troops will not care at all.
"Is it really no one cares about me just hanging around?" Feiqi suddenly stood in the middle of the road and shouted loudly. The soldiers laughed and turned their heads and left, leaving only a soldier wearing attendant clothes and a "toilet helmet". "Has Lord Earl become so poor? Why are the guards in the camp not equipped with armor and equipment?"
"My armor is probably sold and then used to prepare for your dinner?" The "soldier" took off his helmet and showed a smile that was missing six or seven teeth: "Feich, welcome back. I bet you will be fine, and now you can go find those guys to collect money."
"Since I'm making a bet, I should share it." Feiqi squinted his eyes and said according to the urinary nature of the late "Master Hall" in his memory: "I know you are a stingy guy, so I'll have a drink for my health. Is my father in the tent? How is he feeling now?"
"I don't know, but I didn't hear a roar inside." The guard with missing teeth raised his helmet, bowed slightly, and then disappeared among the soldiers.
The red tent is very old, with greasy or bloody colors everywhere, and the diagonal smoke outlet is even completely black. This is a tent that can be regarded as a family heirloom. After countless battles, it has only received one injury. A javelin once passed through the camp and the defense of the crowd, leaving a hole in the door curtain. This hole has been preserved as a warning, but it is also a kind of pride.
The two guards at the door, one who had seen Fitch, and the other was Andrew's adjutant Pierce. When the latter saw Fitch, his beard that had just been left recently shook and then opened the curtain: "Only you can go in, they both must stay outside."
"Okay, you guys just wait a little while. Pierce, can you help them get some food and drink? The Knight should be kind to the lady, I'm right." Feiqi blinked at Shani, walked through the curtain and walked in, and then saw "his own father".
The Templar, the Count of the Royal Knight Kante Hall, is forty-four years old, and can be said to be at the end of the peak of physical function. He can still carry his sword and go to the battlefield with his own sword, but he is also aware of the upcoming aging. Although Kante is not strong, he has been exercising and even shaved to better wear a helmet. He is still strong, with broad shoulders and a thick neck. From behind, he always gives the illusion that he is just a warrior. However, when you notice his gaze as he sits upright and is attracted by those deep eyes, you will know that this is not a person who is easily deceived.
When Fitch walked into the camp, Earl Hall was taking the exam for his eldest son. Andrew, the lord here, was staring at a map with his brows frowned, as if he was in a dilemma. The Earl was shaking a wine glass in his hand, staring at his back, observing every subtle movement of his movements.
As if the light is on his back, this word can accurately and perfectly describe Andrew's current state. Feiqi coughed, then waved his hand, intending to use this method to avoid the name "father". This obviously rude behavior immediately attracted a counterattack. The wine glass that was still shaking just now immediately flew towards his forehead, and bright red wine splashed everywhere.
Feiqi tilted his head and took half a step to the side at the same time, avoiding the attack of the wine glass. The light flashed at the top of the cat stick, and the cold air generated was enough to freeze the blood demon, not to mention a mere half a cup of red wine. A pink snow suddenly appeared in the camp, with a few ice flowers in it. "While the carpet has not been dirty yet, please call someone to clean it." Feiqi said with a smile.
"What a bastard, as always." The Count did not get up, nor did he summon the guards, but just stared at Feiqi in detail. "It seems that you do have the ability to win the competition."
"Then the game cannot be taken seriously. I was just taking shortcuts at that time." Feich smiled at Andrew, saying hello, and then said to the count: "If it is now, I don't have to take shortcuts."
"Great words." The Count raised his chin, his short golden beard meticulous, without any shaking. "Go and look at that map, and tell me what you will do."
"Is there any reward?" Feiqi said as he walked forward.
"No punishment is a reward."
"Okay, you're amazing, you have the final say." Feiqi imitated Master Hall in his memory for a while and stopped. He only needed to let the Count see the shadow of his son's past, and no one wanted to see the dandy and wanderer really return intact. He came to Andrew, looked at the map and asked, "What's the situation now?"
"The red chess piece is our side, and the blue one is the enemy. This is surrounded by three sides and one side is surrounded by one. You should understand it." Andrew pointed to a very bad situation. "The three main roads were blocked by the enemy, and the entire area lacked the terrain to open the battlefield..."
Feiqi squinted his eyes for a while - he didn't know what to command and combat, and the only tactical operation he knew was only one: "Gather all the troops and rush out from here. (Frame all the soldiers A and pass by)" He casually pointed at one of the three encirclementers. "After rushing over, disguised as a defeated soldier or deserter, and rushed straight to the enemy base, leaving the slow-moving soldiers behind delays in the middle, and surrendered and let them accept it."
"Aren't you just messing around? The troops we have at hand cannot break through this line of defense. You will exhaust all your cavalry and lose your mobility." Andrew shook his head: "You are not called tactics, but gambling."
"Of course I'm gambling," said Fitch. "There's no good idea in this messy situation. It's better to make a quick decision and fight out with courage and hard work."
"Is this the education I gave you? You bastard!" The Count patted the armrest of the chair, his face flushed with anger: "You two should have been racking their brains to find a way, and they should have been reckless. What kind of mess is this?"
Feiqi spread his hands and said with a crooked mouth: "Anyway, things have come to this point, so I can only use whatever I want like on the map, and then I can do it on the spot. How to arrange the soldiers under my subordinates to play their strengths is the general's business, and the general who puts the team into this situation should be punished first. Well, after all, I am not looking at the map. What should I do?"
"See if you are still alive as rumored and live well." The Count waved to Andrew and asked him to take another glass of wine, but he just held it in his hand and didn't drink it. He probably wanted to find another opportunity to pour it on someone else's head. "It's mainly because your mother wants to confirm your situation, so I asked you to come."
"She is in the barracks?" Feich glanced at Andrew, who shook his head. "The Paladin won't lie, then she just didn't come, scaring me."
"It seems that there are still things in this world that can scare you. This is really strange. Why don't you know how to be afraid if you castrate the only crown prince?" said the count, "The storm caused by that incident is still having an impact until now."
“A good effect or a bad effect?”
The Count picked up the wine glass and sipped it gently, without answering the question, but his expression showed a little satisfaction and cunning. "Tell you one thing: Grand Duke Aria III has personally fought and will pass here soon. This time he will take Feinberg directly to end the battle."
"Travel the way through the lighthouse? This is the first time that the Kage Puppet has opened a passage for both sides of the war. Andrew, do you think the Kage Puppet will agree?"
"In this situation, the opinions of the Lord Shu will not change anything. As the Templar, I didn't say anything. How could Andrew be under pressure? And, do you think this matter has nothing to do with you? If it weren't for you, why would the Hall family get involved in his Aria war?"
"For me? This really makes me flattered." Feichi's lips trembled for a moment, and then slowly shook his head: "Although Andrew once said that if Saloyan became King of Aria, he would be forgiven for the world and I would no longer have to bear the punishment of exile. But on the other hand, the Goddess of Truth called me Feichi Hall, and the church no longer regarded me as an exiled person, so the opinion of Aria III is actually not important. Let's be honest, why should I come here?"
The Count put down the wine glass and said, "Fenberg's territory will turn the Duke into a king, but will not turn the Count into a Marquis. Our Hall family has a very delicate position. We must make real contributions in this battle to avoid becoming the target of public criticism after the war. You must go to the Duke's command tent with me and act as his aide. Remember to act according to the opportunity."
"Me? If I appear in front of the Grand Duke, his first order would be to cut me down?"
"Beheading? You are not a deserter, what head to beheading? At most, it's just hanging." The Count snorted: "Your face is definitely not good, it's necessary to wear a mask. Fortunately, you have exercised well, and your figure is very different from the past, and no one will recognize it immediately. Moreover, as long as Aria III can't see it, even if you recognize the others, who dares to say?"
No one around the Grand Duke dared to say it? This surprised Feiqi. It seems that in the memory that "Master Hall" does not have, Earl Hall has done a lot of interesting things. "What should I do next to him? Should I really come up with ideas or live a mess?"
"Just relying on your ability to rush forward just now? Of course, I'm going to waste my life!" The Count said with a tweet: "Remember, as long as you obey the arrangements carefully, you will get credit."
The Count's arrangement? Before Fitch could speak, Andrew first expressed his objection: "This is too dangerous and unnecessary! The lighthouse leader provided him with a path to bypass Feinberg's strong frontal defense. This credit is enough."
"Have he promised you to restore your brother's reputation? The way to convey the message is to have a paper letter with a seal or the two words of the messenger? In order to get the long-awaited victory, Saloyang even was willing to lend you his queen to play for three days, and then happily announced that he had an extra son! We want him to win, but his victory must be limited to the battlefield!" The Count looked at Feiqi and said, "The news I have received is that you are good at adapting to the situation now, and you have won the championship of the martial arts competition. There are some things that I cannot do, only to find someone I trust. Son, can I continue to trust you?"
Chapter completed!