Alien Knights

Cumberland looked at the "melee alien species" using the recovery ability and protective ability of the alien species to compress the barbarian army's battle formation smaller and smaller, and the corpses of the barbarian soldiers on the ground became more and more. He sighed and said: "There is no doubt that the advantage of alien ability in war is obvious. If the church did not hold on to the bad debts of hundreds of years ago and was willing to look farther, it would not fall into the field today."

The old knight turned his head and said to Todd: "I asked Sister Rachel about the alien troops, and I also saw the "keel" on Huggins. How long will it take to build a cavalry company like that?"

Todd thought for a while and said: "In the biochemical factory, the twelfth-generation "keel" is already being cultivated. Due to the maturity of the cultivation environment, I believe that the production of this equipment will be faster and faster. It is expected that by the end of this year, on the basis of the original, 200 more sets of "keel" can be equipped on soldiers."

Cumberland nodded.

Todd returned his attention to the battlefield, and the offensive of the "melee aliens" strengthened again. The defense of the barbarian army was already crumbling, and it seemed that it was only one step away from breaking through.

"It's almost done, let's order the troops to withdraw."

Cumberland's sudden words made Todd think that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Retreat? Now? But we are about to break through the enemy's defense!" Todd said anxiously to Cumberland, watching the soldiers in charge of ordering blow the horn to withdraw troops.

The old knight looked at the army of the Muxi Knights, and he broke away from the enemy's battle formation in an orderly manner. He nodded in satisfaction, and said to Todd: "This battle is just a test. It will not benefit us if we keep our eyes on the future."

Todd watched the two warring parties gradually retreat. The barbarian army, which suffered the most losses, carried the corpses of more than 20 comrades on its back, and was the last one to leave the battlefield.

The west slanting sun shines on the earth, on the green field, the only evidence that can prove that a battle has just taken place here is just some sporadic bloodstains.

After dinner, Cumberland and all the company captains finished the meeting, and found Todd standing on the high ground of the camp, looking towards Northstone Fortress.

"What? Commander, do you feel that today's battle is more than enough?" The old knight walked to Todd's side, patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

Todd shook his head: "At first, I didn't understand why I gave up the opportunity to defeat the barbarian army. Now I have figured it out."

Cumberland's eyes lit up, and he immediately became interested: "Oh, tell me."

"The alliance between the kingdom army and the barbarian army seems to be very close because of the common enemy. However, whether it is religious beliefs, living habits, clan identity, or strategic goals, there are great differences between them. If you want to divide the enemy, you have to find a way to break this kind of seemingly incoherent cooperation, and use targeted attacks to allow them to recognize each other's true purpose."

Cumberland nodded approvingly, put his arms around Todd's shoulders, and motioned him to look at the Northstone Fortress in the distance: "See there?"

Todd used "Eagle Eyes" to look at the fortress in the setting sun, the city walls that stretched for several miles, the tall and solid walls, and the patrolling defenders, frowning.

Cumberland said: "The North Stone Mine is the economic lifeline of the Kingdom, and the North Stone Fortress is naturally one of the most difficult fortresses in the Kingdom. Catapults, bed crossbows, boiling oil, moats, arrow towers, this fortress has all the defense methods you can think of. Even if we have explosives and alien species, it is difficult to attack it head-on. However, the commander of the fortress defenders—the Earl Hewlett who values ​​blood, plus barbarians and mercenaries, gave me an idea."

Todd looked at Cumberland and said with a sense of enlightenment: "The strongest fortress is often breached from the inside."

Hearing this, the old knight patted Todd on the back vigorously, and laughed: "Yes, what you said is absolutely true! But first, you have to find a way to know where the weakest wall inside is..."

Before the words fell, a few "reconnaissance aliens" headed by Edgar walked in front of the two in the distance of the camp.

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Beishi Fortress, main hall of the fortress.

"Cowards! Rebels!" The barbarian leader Boyle stared angrily, and led a dozen barbarian soldiers to confront the defenders led by the fortress commander, Earl Hewlett.

The count glanced at the dozens of corpses covered by white cloth in the center of the hall, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief in disgust, and said slowly to Boyle: "The two armies are facing each other, and each army has its own mission. It is impossible to disrupt the formation arrangement just because you help your tribe. Besides, everyone has seen it on the battlefield. Faced with fewer enemies than you, your army was beaten helplessly. This is the incompetence of your subordinates, how can you blame us? ?”

What the earl said was well-founded, and Boyle, who was not good at words, yelled for a long time, nothing more than some angry words.

A dispute eventually broke up unhappy.

"So, what I hate the most are these apes running out of the deep mountains! They obviously have no skills, but they keep yelling every day." Earl Hewlett straightened the wrinkles on his clothes, with a look of impatience: "The noble blood of the kingdom wants these apes to help. I don't know what those people in the palace think?!"

Tim, the head of the mercenary regiment, paid attention to the Earl's face, and flattered at the right time: "With your strength, my lord, plus my men, and relying on the fortifications of the fortress, they can completely withstand any attack. These barbarians are just dispensable people. Tomorrow, why don't we close the city gate and focus on defense?"

After thinking for a moment, Earl Hewlett rejected the proposal: "Open the city gate tomorrow and continue fighting the enemy on the plain outside the fortress."

Tim was a little puzzled: "My lord, I don't understand, why give up the city walls and fortifications, and fight the enemy head-on?"

Earl Hewlett's face was gloomy: "I know that fellow Cumberland. He has fought against the barbarians for decades, and he knows the abilities of these monkeys, so he will use superior forces to target them. As for us, as long as we try our best to continue to consume the strength of the barbarian troops, we will have a chance to regain the mine slaves released by them. Moreover, letting these disobedient apes run around in my fortress always makes me sleepless."

Tim scratched the back of his head, nodded, and suddenly remembered something, he suddenly asked: "If those barbarians refuse to fight tomorrow, or fight passively? Then what should we do?"

"Wouldn't that be just right?" The earl tilted his head to the head of the mercenary group and said with a sinister smile, "I will never have too many slaves in the northern quarry..."

The second day of the war.

The allied forces of the fortress once again fought on the plains with the Muxi Knights.

The battle situation was almost a replica of the first day. The fortress defenders and the mercenary group pretended to be in a tug-of-war with the Muxi Knights, and the barbarian troops who faced the "melee aliens" suffered heavy losses again.

third day.

The barbarian army, who had a clear understanding of the situation, refused to go out of the city to fight again, and finally came to the battlefield again under the threat of the fortress defenders running out of food and driven by weapons. As in the previous two days, more than ten barbarian soldiers died on the battlefield.

That night, the barbarian barracks.

"Patriarch! We can't fight like this anymore! In three days, we lost sixty people!"

Boyle's eyes were red, and his nails sank deep into his palms as he heard the complaints of the clansmen crying blood.

Someone said again: "That earl, he treats us as sacrifices! His mine needs slaves, and his real purpose is to enslave the brothers and sisters we rescued!"

Someone rubbed his belly with bitterness on his face: "The fortress has been withholding our food, and they are still unwilling to pay our military pay! Our soldiers can only eat half full, let alone the freed slaves."

"Old Gods! Since these bastards won't give us a way out, then we will fight them!"

"We lack weapons and armor. The earl's army surrounded our camp. The direction of the bed crossbow and bow and arrow is not the enemy outside, but here. What do we have to fight?!"

Boyle stood up, walked around the camp tent twice, and asked the clansmen, "How many soldiers do we have?"

"Patriarch! One hundred and eighty-five warriors are at your disposal at any time! If you think it is not enough, the captives we rescued, whether they are old people, children, or women, are willing to fight for you!"

Give it a go?

Or wait for a connecting flight?

Beads of sweat trickled down Boyle's brow.

"Patriarch! Someone shot this letter with a bow and arrow!"

A barbarian warrior handed a piece of letter paper to Boyle's hand. The latter unfolded the note, looked at the densely packed common language, and frowned to find the tribe's witch doctor.

The old witch doctor of the tribe read out the words on the note: "At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the arsenal of the fortress."