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So the fourth son of the superintendent next to him secretly despised them: "It's really a straw bag, I don't know how hard it is to be in charge." He said casually: "Isn't it to boost morale? Those ordinary soldiers and ten-division commanders below are incompetent and noisy, clamoring to eat bipedal dragon meat, saying that they are light and rushed without bringing good food, and they have not eaten well these days, so they have no strength." It's up to them to take over the town. So the old boss slaughtered the captured bipedal wyvern and a few small ones to appease everyone. ”

The prime minister's youngest son was still a little dissatisfied: "Then you don't need to slaughter them all, it's always okay to keep one." We have the money to buy it. The fourth son of the superintendent next to him didn't know why, so he had to shrug his shoulders and respond: "Who told you not to say it at first, how did he know that you still have this request? ”

On the other side, Shebuun, who was nibbling on the leftover barbecue, said 'casually': "I heard that a large part of these soldiers are displaced people during the eastern rebellion, and they don't have anything. And many people have died with their entire families and become complete light poles. When they knew that this expedition was going to the rich plains of the eastern barbarian kingdom, they all craned their necks in the hope that they would make a fortune so that they could please wives and raise children in the future. The rulers also gave permission to plunder. So~~ this time it's probably a hint to them - implying that the boss will divide the spoils fairly and won't treat them badly. ”

The supervisor next to him casually sneered lightly, as if to say: 'It doesn't matter if you are unfair to the below, anyway, you still have to hand over what you want to hand over to the Lao Tzu's people's handover' and talked about other things: "Don't care about the flying dragon." Now the key is - which plains are about to enter, and the war is about to start. Although we came here to gild the gold, we can't sit in the back all day without a little expression. Do you want to ask the boss for an errand so that he can make a meritorious service on the battlefield? In the future, when the boss reports to us, it is easy to open his mouth. ”

There was a calm silence between the three of them as they watched the campfire and the shouting of the sergeant next to them. In the end, it was the prime minister's youngest son who spoke: "The enemy's strength is unknown, let's talk about it when we find out." For example~~ After attacking the plains, how about everyone begging an envoy to pursue those remnants?" The fourth son of the superintendent next to him wanted to say: 'When the team disperses, everyone chases and robs everywhere, who cares what kind of messenger you are. But in the end he held back, and silently looked at Shebuun on the other side.

Shebuun scratched the strings a few times, and said with a slightly drunken mustache: "Alas~~ I'm afraid that I will meet the mountain giants on the plains." I'd rather try what those ordinary mud legs can do. So be it - do me a favor, let the head of the house ask me for an errand, and when the war begins in two days, I'll go ahead and try those mud-legged skills. ”

So the next morning, he was summoned to the temporary tent of the old general, and was scrutinized by the burly old general, who frowned slightly: "I heard that his father is only a small baron in the east." Hmph, now that the east is in ruins, he doesn't go back to help his father clean up the mess, but here he fools around with those second ancestors, reciting poems and playing with women, trying to use them to make a future. Hmph, it's also a rare parasite, since you're all the way with them, I'm too lazy to mess with them. He immediately nodded and said: "Well, it's a good thing for young people to have ambitions, and I'll give you a vanguard squad leader to talk about the enemy's defense. "Anyway, this battle is a tailwind battle, so let's give you gilded gold and shine. Alas~~ I hope that when you really encounter a strong enemy and fight a tough battle in the future, you people will love to go wherever you go.

"It's finally here" Three days later, Sherboun, who led the team to reconnoiter among the bushes in the valley, carefully removed the shrubs and leaves that were covering, and saw the magical 'spell tower' glowing with faint light and squeaky arcs on the high mountain barrier in the distance, as well as the eighty or ninety barracks tents surrounding the top of the mountain below the tower. But it was quickly extinguished by the gentle wisps of smoke rising from the tent.

"They haven't been prepared yet," Shebuun was overjoyed: "Otherwise, there will never be so much smoke rising to expose yourself, you are going to use the Eagle Eye Technique, see what else is going on in the barracks," the four or five arcane soldiers next to him began to use the "Eagle Eye Technique", carefully scanning the movement around the mountaintop military village and the magnificent 'Spell Tower'. Soon there was a gratifying result: "The people in the camp tents walked in a scattered manner, playing cards and singing in groups, and the archers in a few improvised sentry posts were laxly chatting, and there was really no guard, and they would definitely be able to conquer the mountain in one fell swoop tonight."

"Good" Shebuun's heart boiled: "Then you will immediately disperse elsewhere to check the terrain of the mountain and draw it down." If the raid is successful tonight, you are all a great merit, I will report to the old master in detail, and there will be a reward" Then he carefully scattered with the happy people to investigate: "Don't panic, don't worry, walk under the trees or bushes, don't be seen by them"

After completing the reconnaissance, he ran back all the way hard and cautiously for most of the day before arriving at a well-concealed temporary military camp in a dense woodland and reporting the military situation to the old marshal who had been waiting for a long time. The mighty and stout old master picked up the topographical map they had drawn and looked at it carefully for a while, and immediately raised his eyes suspiciously and glanced at Shebuun, who was kneeling on the ground below: "This kid still knows how to draw the marching formation? ”

Shebuun, who was kneeling on the ground and waiting, was stunned for a moment: This is the end of the matter? There is no other arrangement? Suddenly he raised his head and shouted in a little anxiety: "Marshal, we are staying in this dense forest, although we have anti-prophecy spell protection, but it is difficult to ensure that we will not be discovered by the cats and dogs sent by the enemy in the forest." Now without further ado, it's best to start cooking at once, prepare the equipment and paths to go up the mountain, and attack it in one fell swoop along the better mountain roads at night, except for the aftermath."

The burly silver-haired old marshal smiled meaningfully: "You still know a lot of things." I've got my own arrangements for tonight, so you don't have to worry about it, go down and get your reward." Shebuun went down with a lot of heart, and did not return after receiving the bounty, but only went to the simple tent with a few of his subordinates to drink and chat. Drinking and drinking, he suddenly said to a few people: "Hey, why do you say that the old boss immediately sent people to attack the mountain? and told me to wait here to drink stuffy wine?" A few people next to me also looked at me, I looked at you, but one of them guessed: "Maybe the boss thinks that the army is too ostentatious and easy to be discovered, so it is like concentrating spell forces to raid? I also said casually, everyone should not spread it, otherwise if the news leaks, then I will be punished." ”

Shebuun suddenly realized, and suddenly smiled: "So the old master wants to gather a group of people who know how to spell? I also have some spells, so why don't you bring me with you then?" I really want to see how the whole magic army fights" A few arcane soldiers who got a bounty and drank wine next to him also smiled: "I will try my best to bring you with you, but I am afraid that the old master will choose people strictly, so I didn't choose us." ”

The result was really right for a few of them, until the sun sank in the west and the stardust flashed on the dark sky, and the melancholy Sheboun who looked at the marshal's hall did not wait for any other news to be transferred away. He reluctantly slept for a night, and in the early morning of the next day, before the first faint rays of sunlight shone out of the distant mountains, the barracks suddenly blew the urgent assembly of the 'Dudu ~ ~' hurried horn, with a piercing and violent sound to wake everyone up frantically, and then the whole barracks received the 100,000 urgent order of the old master in a tense and confused: within half an hour, everyone should set off immediately, and the enemy stronghold on the plain ahead must be captured before ten o'clock tomorrow morning

Sherbun, who hurriedly packed his luggage in the chaotic crowd, was very disapproving: "You should set off before dark, and go up the mountain in the middle of the night, now hurry forward, you will definitely be discovered in the daytime, and you will run long distance before charging up the mountain?

With a disdainful disdain, he rode with the army and hurried through the woods and hillsides, until he saw the tall peaks and towering 'spell towers' in the distance, and he realized that he had been completely mistaken—the original improvised military camp on the hilltop had been razed to the ground by fierce attacks, and only patches of ash and scattered smoke were left. At the foot of the mountain, there were already dozens of sturdy 'shelters' that looked like miniature fortresses, gathered together on a small hillside, all flashing with magical spiritual light, as if there were mages preparing spells inside, like a fortress group and the stout spell tower on the opposite hill facing each other

It turned out that the old master had sent a powerful mage army to attack the place yesterday, and the surprised Shebuun calmed down a little, and after careful observation, he found that the sneak attack was not completely successful, only destroyed the barracks, killed some ordinary soldiers, and was finally driven down the mountain by the enemy. Then ~~ the only remaining enemies are hidden in the 'Spell Tower' at the top of the mountain. Huh, the spell tower can only live a few dozen people at most, but it can withstand a sneak attack and drive the sneak attacker down the mountain. It seems that ~~ is not easy to provoke, now pull us over, are you going to use these people as cannon fodder to forcibly attack the mountain?

Sure enough, in the distance, several tall war horses dragged a gorgeous warrior in silver and white armor galloped over with the marshal's order, raised a pole and banner, led the team into arrays, and prepared to climb the mountain from different angles of the mountain, and at the same time, in the miniature fortress-like mage shelter on the hill in the distance, there were also middle and high-level mages holding spiritual light staffs and large gem scepters, all holding scrolls and magic wands, and blessed themselves with a series of protective spells, ready to launch a fierce attack behind the cannon fodder.

But when the cannon fodder wanted to climb up several mountain roads like a colony of ants, they were hit by a series of 'bursting fire thunder, acid fog, ice storm,' and so on in the tower of the mountaintop lighting spell tower, a series of red and scorching, white lightning shining sharp arc light flying heads, the explosion of broken fire and acid fog explosion, everywhere screaming in the sand and dust flying, the entire majestic mountain is a sparse explosion of colored light, as if the mountain is setting off firecrackers, 'bang bang ~~ dong dong ~~' The noise is shocking

Sherbuun's group of wolves, who were blown back by the fierce spell, hid behind the rocks, wiping their faces with fine sand and mud and scolding: "How many enemies are there in the spell tower? How many spells are there? Why are the spells so violent? If they are so fierce, last night's sneak attack would not have been successful. ”

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