The sun had just risen, and in Ulster's barracks, the sound of iron strikes, horseshoes, and noise all converged, bringing a hint of life to this snow-covered land.

Early in the morning, Foggar, who was patrolling the army with his guards, walked to the shade of a tent and found a naked corpse lying in the snow. He frowned and asked the people next to him: "How can I go back? thing?"

A soldier stepped forward, turned the body over, examined it carefully, and said to Fogar: "My lord, there was no trauma from fighting. It seems that after freezing to death in the middle of the night, the clothes were taken away and left again. here."

An staff member approached Fogar and said anxiously: "This winter is extremely cold, and people can freeze to death in the city, let alone such an empty plain."

Fogal glanced at him coldly and gave the order to the soldiers: "Find a piece of cloth to cover the body and throw it outside the camp."

On the way back, someone said to Fogar: "My lord, is it wise to stick to it like this? Our army is obviously much larger than the rebels. Why not take direct attacks to annihilate them?"

The latter looked around, and now almost everyone showed on their expressions, holding the same thoughts as this person, and then explained: "Before the war, you have to figure out who our enemy is. The gladiators who survived a hundred battles in the arena, and the barbarians who survived hunting in the forest. Although these people lack systematic military training, they are first-rate masters in personal force and concealed ambushes."

"So what? We have a good fighting army and sophisticated equipment!"

Fogall shook his head: "If war is born in the forest, our advantage will be reduced to the minimum. Think about it, in the dense woods, there are huge trees that can only be surrounded by two people. The army formation cannot The effect of deploying, projecting and throwing weapons will be greatly reduced. As for enemies, snow can be their hiding crypts, trees can be shelters to avoid arrows, and those extremely complex terrains can help them Provide the best place for the team to fight."

Someone questioned it again: "However, in the past, our slave hunting team has also raided their camps. Didn't they return in big wins every time?"

Fogall reminded loudly: "Don’t forget, the victory of the slave hunting team is based on three premises! First, the time of the raid was never chosen in winter; second, the barbarians did not unite with the gladiators to form Rebels; third, they lack a strong leader... Yes, I’m talking about Boyle. In the past, I always thought he was just a reckless, stupid, and inconsequential careerist, but a battlefield. A series of performances proved that I have missed my eyes. If this guy is not eliminated now, he may be the most terrifying enemy of the kingdom in the future..."

Hearing the people around him still whispering, Fogall eased his tone: "The second batch of materials supported by the kingdom will be delivered to the camp soon. At the moment, we have cut off all supply lines in the rebel camp, according to my calculations. Even after Boyle returned to the camp, he began to look for and store food, the stock was only enough for them to survive until the beginning of February. In other words, as long as we stay here for two months, the rebels will destroy themselves. ."

"Then what if they abandon the camp?"

"It would be great if that were the case. Apart from the cruising cavalry units, I also laid ambush in the south of the forest in advance to intercept a unit." Fogall's gaze crossed the wooden stakes in front of him and looked towards the front of the camp. The vast forest said calmly: "If the rebels run away, this unit can be used to slow them down and give us enough time to catch up with them; if they divide their forces, they can directly attack the rebel camp."

After a pause, Fogar withdrew his gaze: "The most critical question now is, when will these hungry mice get out of the hole?"

Fogar's question did not last too long.

In the early morning two days later, while he was having breakfast, the captain of the watchtower sent into his camp and shouted: "The enemy is coming!"

Foggar was surprised at first, then was silent for a moment, and finally put down the food in his hand, smiled and said, "It's coming sooner than I thought."

Walking out of the camp, he glanced at the panicked captain of the sentry, and said dissatisfied: "Where is the enemy? How many people are there?"

The captain of the sentry stretched out his trembling hand and pointed to the sky in front of the camp.

Foggar followed the direction of the opponent's finger and looked up to the sky, and couldn't help being taken aback by the sight in front of him.

In the early morning sun, several long thin black smoke floated over the forest, looking strange and strange.

Fogar turned his gaze to the captain of the sentry, and asked in disbelief: "Those are ours...?"

The latter said to him with a weeping face: "Yes, my lord, those are our outposts in the forest, none of them stayed, and they were all destroyed by the enemy!"

"What about people? At least half of them should have escaped, right?!"

The trembling captain of the sentry closed his eyes and shook his head gently.

"No one came back alive?!" Fogall grabbed the captain of the sentry by the collar and carried him in front of him, shouting: "You bastard! Are you fooling me?! Every soldier at the outpost is the same. The elite of the army and equipped with a war horse, you told me that none of them came back?!"

The captain of the sentry nearly collapsed and shouted: "My lord, I don't know, I really don't know!"

Fogar let go of his hand and scolded fiercely: "A bunch of rubbish! The number and composition of the enemy hasn't been found!"

"Blow the battle horn! Tell the rascals to bring their own hands!" Fogall took the saber handed by the guard and twisted his neck with cold eyes: "It's going to fight."

Fifteen minutes later, Ulster's army was ready and lined up at the gate of the camp.

Foggar sat on the horse, looked at the forest ahead, his face solemn.

The black smoke in the sky has not dissipated, but there is no enemy in sight, and gradually some people in the army begin to whisper.

Foggar pretended to look around in a relaxed manner, and smiled and said, "At most, mice are flipping through splashes in the gutter. When have you ever seen them appear in the sun?"

"My lord, the enemy has appeared!"

"Uh!"

Fogall, who was slapped in the face, almost choked on his own saliva just after he had spoken his bold words.

Under the gaze of thousands of people in Ulster's army, twenty-eight knights on their horses slowly walked out of the forest.

The shining full body armor, the dark and sharp knight's spear, and even the majestic war horse were covered with steel armor.

The Ulster, holding a rusty iron sword and a worn-out wooden shield, stood there, with his mouth open. Everyone's face was filled with a devilish expression.

"Heavy Cavalry...Heavy Cavalry..." Fogar opened his eyes and yelled at the commanders around him: "Who the **** can tell me! How can there be heavy cavalry here!!"

Someone looked at the equipment of the opposing knight and whispered: "The suit they wear is better than the Kingdom Guard..."

Seeing the knights on the opposite side began to line up and raise their guns calmly, Fogar suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem.

This is the plain, the plain of Pingchuan!

Stuck in a horse pit, tripped a horse sling, and rejected a horse stand, he didn't prepare anything for these things!

The only spearman who can cause damage to the cavalry was placed in the back when he was in the lineup!

"The archer retreat! The shield is moving forward!" Fogar gave the order, but found that the reserve forces drawn from all over the kingdom were really itchy in the face of battle.

As soon as the formation changed, most of the soldiers of the servant army began to be confused, and even the regular army was implicated.

"My lord, the enemy's cavalry is starting to charge!"

Fogal, who was whipping his hand with his horse whip, yelled, turned his gaze to the twenty-eight knights, with cold sweat on his forehead, but still comforted himself: "It's only about 20 people. I have thousands of people. Army!"

The horse trot first, then added, added, and then added. In the end, the charge of the twenty-eight knights rose to an incredible level, looking like a group of rhinos running wild.

Foggar watched these heavy cavalry, rushing across the entire battlefield while breathing, like a giant hammer, smashing into his own army, amidst the stumps and blood flying in the sky, he was shocked. The weapon in his hand fell to the ground.

　　

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