Tonight, Sergeant FICO''s expedition camp is on duty for the dirty Eagle Ouli. The camp is located on the edge of the mysterious creeping oasis. The jungle seems to emerge overnight. Although the veteran likes to have a glass of wine every half an hour, he is very serious about his assigned responsibilities - he hasn''t touched any wine since nightfall, and it''s almost dawn now.
He took a picture of his large caliber musket. He liked this weapon. After all, it was an "imported product" from Beidi. It was powerful and accurate. One shot could kill a fierce maned bear. This was a symbol of honor. Those hairy recruits even wanted to touch one.
Ollie sighed softly. Soon his duty would be over. At that time, he could open a bottle of his own hidden cherry wine, drink two mouthfuls and sleep well.
There was a rustling sound from the bushes. All kinds of expressions on the Veterans'' faces disappeared in an instant, and then jumped up at a speed that most people couldn''t reach. In the no man''s land of kohol, they may be attacked by all kinds of strange creatures, such as Velociraptors, strange birds, evil races, and those annoying things that look like big flowers or tree demons.
A soldier stumbled forward, all messy and ragged. A white bear holding a tree was embroidered on his chest badge. He looked at Ollie awkwardly, and then fell down. Ollie didn''t even have time to catch each other''s body.
"Nose!" Ollie shouted to his companion, "we''re in trouble!"
A few seconds later, all the guards on duty arrived, and a veteran began to bandage the wound for the heroic scout, but Ollie realized sadly that the young man was obviously not coming over. Sergeant Tilly''s camp was not qualified to cooperate with the priest. When Ollie bent down towards him, the Scout eagerly extended his hand and grabbed Ollie''s arm.
"Dwarf... Dwarf." the Scout said hoarsely, "attack... Border camp, face east... I''m not a deserter."
With his eyes open, his weak stiff body fell to the ground, and his brown hair was stained with blood.
"You''re not a deserter. You sent the news. Well done, warrior." Ollie patted him on the shoulder awkwardly. "Now, have a good rest."
"An axe was cut off his back," said the veteran who bandaged the Scout. "It''s cruel. It''s hard to imagine how the Virginian came here after so much blood."
"The dwarves are here again," said Ollie. "May the glory of elsala bless us."
A minute later, two Ravens were released from the FICO expedition camp. At the same time, in order to prevent accidents, Blake, the fastest and most physically strong of them, took off his strong long legs, Ran East to the North Castle as fast as possible, and prayed to the gods to catch up in time.
Others are packing up and ready to go to the camps everywhere.
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From late at night until dawn, the dwarves have been marching eastward. They have far avoided the front-line command post in Virginia. They have not encountered any resistance at present, except for actively attacking the three outposts and camps on the only way. When passing through the creeping oasis, they found the site of a camp.
The campfire has been extinguished, but the charcoal is still warm and not even stained with much ash. The dwarves can''t judge who was stationed here before, because there are often chaotic troops and robbers in the no man''s land of kohor, and some distant evil races will also camp. They can''t judge that this is the outpost of an army until they find some broken crossbows and arrows in the camp.
McNee wondered if their actions were still unknown?
Over time, the Rift Valley appeared on their left, and the winding road took them into the gently undulating hill. It seems that they were lucky. When they crossed the hill, their military target - the northern castle was in front.
McNee looked at the sky. The long night was approaching and the dawn was approaching, so he ordered to stop moving forward: "take a break. Let''s stop here for a moment. Brothers of the clan, stabilize and pray to your God, so that our hearts can be ready for battle and our souls can meet possible death."
After a long journey all night, even if the dwarves are strong, they will be tired. They need to rectify one or two, and then attack the end of the attack.
……
General Duncan Ellie, the commander of the expedition knight, woke up before dawn as usual. He quickly got up, splashed water on his face and rinsed his mouth. Then he put on his clothes and began to trim his cheeks, beard and lips. This is where he rarely cares about his appearance. Duncan saw from the mirror that a lot of bruises had been deposited under his eyes.
Over the past few weeks, the expeditionary forces have been forced to give up the land of mien and return to the kohor theater, while the federal army is re integrating the defeated soldiers. Some small-scale wars have broken out at the junction of mien and kohor. It is reported that the opponents are talking nonsense, saying that "the end of the invaders is coming" and "everyone will die here" Something like that.
"It seems that the dwarf''s victory has restored their confidence," thought Duncan, eating a sausage for breakfast with strong tea, and then walking towards the usual patrol route.
Although it was still early, the letter officer keenly found him and greeted him with a fist, so Duncan nodded, and they boarded the watchtower together. Dawn had come, the jungle and gullies were dyed pink and crimson by the morning light, and the clouds in the sky were painted with golden border.
"It will be a fine day today," said the signal officer.
"I hope so," said Duncan. "Was there anything unusual last night?"
"I didn''t see any signals or ravens." the letter officer said, "it was quiet last night. Everyone slept very heavily. In the middle of the night, a patrol was caught drinking at night and sent to the trial."
"It''s a long night. Drink some wine to refresh yourself. I often do that. The judge should punish him to sweep the stables." Duncan smiled, and then his eyes narrowed suddenly: "is that a raven?"
The letter officer looked down his eyes and his face became dignified: "that''s right."
Although ravens are quite obedient messengers, I''m afraid no one will like them now, because during the war, these little black guys often carry bad news. As soon as they appear, it means that some trouble has happened.
The letter officer whistled, reached out to attract the raven, took off the sheepskin roll, didn''t open it, and handed it to Duncan Ellie.
"Bad news," Duncan said as he looked. "The scouts reported that McNee leiren led the dwarves to attack the border camp in Virginia. They came eastward. I have reason to suspect that the northern castle is their next target."
Then he handed the sheepskin roll to the letter officer. When the other party reviewed it carefully, he said: "tashanmu is eager to recover the lost land and wants to use the power of leiren clan to further frustrate his opponent. I should do the same. After all, we have an advantage. If there is enough time, the expeditionary army will find a way to deal with the dwarf sooner or later."
"What should we do?" the letter officer raised his head.
"Send a letter to inform the commanders of the expeditionary force." Duncan said as he quickly left the watch tower and ordered the guards waiting under the tower: "the northern castle is in a state of war. Let the soldiers be ready for battle and let all the scouts out. In addition, send a team of elite soldiers to guard the square. Be sure to keep the transmission array unblocked. We should give those little men a hard hand here."
In order to ensure victory, many preparations need to be carried out in an orderly manner. The northern Castle soon woke up under dawn. The soldiers were busy checking the city defense to ensure that the state of each artillery and crossbow machine was intact. The casters ran back and forth between mage towers, and their light formed an element curtain.