Imperial Crown

The cold wind rushed into the hall with the scouts, blowing the fire in the center brighter and brighter. Sparks and ashes flew everywhere, and it also illuminated the high platform at the end of the hall.

On the high platform is the dark Iron Throne. Even if it is covered with thick Warcraft leather, it still cannot conceal its coldness and sharpness.

A man sat high on it, his legs spread out, wearing a set of thick enchanted plate armor painted sandy yellow.

The covered iron helmet was placed on the armrest of the throne. The man held the wine glass in one hand and placed the other hand under his chin. His rough face that had been tempered by wind and frost was calm and indifferent, naturally showing a majestic demeanor.

"Sand King" Heleti, a third-level yellow sand knight.

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"Sure enough, he's here." As the door was closed, Heleti straightened up and looked at the scout: "Tell me in detail."

"Yes, sir!" the scout said in a relaxed tone: "The number of people is about a hundred, and everyone is riding a horse. Although they look decent, I can smell the earthy smell on them from a long distance away. "

"Haha, a bunch of mud-legged farmers." King Sha smiled and shook his head: "How is the equipment?"

"The weapons can't be seen clearly. They are mainly spears, but the shape doesn't look like a lance." The scout paused and said, "As for the armor, he wears a cotton robe on the outside and leather armor on the inside. Except for the knight who leads the team, he wears an enchanted robe. Apart from the plate armor, there is only one person wearing enchanted chain armor.”

"Oh..." Heleti nodded slowly and asked the last question: "How far away is it?"

"When I came back, they were camping at Fang Mapo." The scout's voice became a little annoyed: "I originally wanted to set a fire to surprise them, but their scouting skills were not bad, so I didn't dare to get too close. close."

"Good job." Heleti waved his hand: "Go down and rest."

"Yes!" The scout stood up and stepped back from the side.

"Well..." Heleti took a sip of wine, her eyes flickering as if she was thinking about something.

At this time, besides Heleti, there were three other people sitting in the hall, but contrary to the normal behavior of horse thieves who had no rules and acted recklessly, it was extremely quiet.

"Snow Chicken..." Heleti's eyes fell on one of them: "What the scout just said, do you have any thoughts?"

The man known as "Snow Chicken" immediately sat up straight with a flattering smile on his face: "Master Sand King, your men are indeed elite, and the situation they saw is very clear."

"That's all?" Helle asked with a smile.

"Of course not." Facing Heleti's smile, Snow Chicken shuddered: "Those more than a hundred people are the 'Eagle Army' I mentioned to you before, the private members of the Griffith family. The soldiers were divided into three teams, each team consisted of thirty-six people.”

"Although your scouts say they are mud-legged, in my opinion, this still flatters them." Snow Chicken's tone was full of disdain: "They are just a group of young men from Goldshire. As long as they encounter a little trouble, they will definitely You will be so scared that you will run away with your head in your hands!”

"And the team leader wearing plate armor should be Eric." Snow Chicken said with a hint of disgust in his tone: "He is the most pretentious in the entire Eagle Territory. Relying on his being a first-order extraordinary, he has no winter calendar. Xia Du is wearing plate armor, which is disgusting to look at.”

Having said this, Snow Chicken looked at the bald man next to him: "But Lord Iron Shield, you are different from him. You are much more handsome!"

The man known as Iron Shield looked to be in his forties and was wearing fine steel plate armor. Hearing this, he didn't even raise his eyelids, obviously looking down on this "snow chicken" very much.

Snow Chicken smiled coquettishly, looked at Heleti, gritted his teeth and said, "As for the man wearing chain armor, he must be Raven. He is most afraid of death. He will only leave everything to his subordinates!"

"Hate will make people paranoid." Heleti shook his head: "If he is really afraid of death, he should not appear in the Bloody Highlands. No one here will care about his noble status."

"Yes, yes..." Snow Chicken said with a smile: "Your prudent attitude is simply an example for us!"

Ignoring Snow Chicken's stiff compliments, Heleti looked at the other two people: "Jose, Eugene, what do you two think?"

Jose was a man who looked to be in his thirties. He pushed up the hair on his forehead with his left hand that was missing his little finger, and said with disdain: "It's just a bunch of rabble. Boss, you give me fifty people, and I will do it tonight." Can destroy their camp!"

"Hmph, don't underestimate Eric." Eugene, also known as "Iron Shield", snorted and glanced at Jose: "He is also from the Iron Legion. He is an expert in marching and fighting, especially good at defensive operations. , if you underestimate the enemy too much, you may capsize in the gutter!"

"Hurry up and put your little thoughts away." Jose's nickname is "Poisonous Hook", and his words are like spitting venom: "I know what you mean, you yourself are from the Iron Legion, isn't it just to praise him? To boost your own worth?”

"If the Iron Legion is so powerful, why are you hanging out with us here?"

"José!" Heretti stared at him and knocked on the back of the chair to warn: "Let's talk about the matter."

"Yes, boss." Jose shrank his neck, but he was still unconvinced: "Even if we talk about matters, that Eric only has level one, but I have level two! And the poisonous fighting energy can only defeat steel, as long as I rushed in and killed him, but the more than a hundred gerbils were killed randomly?"

"Hmph, it is only by following Mr. Sand King that you are able to survive until now." Eugene gave Heretti a small compliment before launching a counterattack against Jose: "I am also the first level, and I also have steel fighting spirit. Why did I do it before? During the drill, I won with the same number of people?”

Jose's eyes glanced to the side: "Hey, this is just playing house, but it can't be taken seriously."

"Okay..." Heleti rubbed his temples and said, "Jose, I agreed to the confrontation exercise. You said it was just playing house. Do you want to question my decision?"

"Eugene, don't keep mentioning your Iron Legion. You have to remember that we are horse thieves!"

The two glared at each other with disgust, then nodded in unison.

"Yes, boss!"

"Understood, Lord Sand King."

Heleti nodded with satisfaction and looked at Eugene: "Eric is from the Iron Legion. What kind of tactics do you think he will use this time?"

As he spoke, he winked at the guard on the side, who immediately pushed up the stand with the map in the corner.

Compared with the version drawn by Simon, this map is much rougher, but compared to the horse thief who just randomly drew an

Eugene stood up and walked to the stand. After checking it for a while, he pointed to a location and said, "If I were Eric, I would not attack rashly, but would choose this place as a battlefield."

Heleti followed his finger and said, "Fang Mapo, isn't this where they camped?"

"This shows that Eric has excellent vision. Fangmapo is not only suitable for camping, but also a good place for defensive operations." Eugene drew a circle on it with his finger: "Our troops are all genuine cavalry. His mobility is very good. If he fights in the Great Plains, he will not be able to form a well-defended circular formation with his small number of men. Once he is stabbed in the butt by us, the whole army will be destroyed. "

"Although Fangmapo is not very high, as long as we can deploy about thirty troops, we can completely block the slope, forcing us to charge head-on."

Having said this, Eugene looked at Snow Chicken: "Their configuration is a small team of crossbowmen, a small team of spearmen, and a small team of sword and shield soldiers, right?"

"Yes, your memory is really good." Snow Chicken boasted with a smile.

Eugene was noncommittal and faced Heleti: "If it were me, I would have the sword and shield soldiers form the first line of defense, with the spearmen at the back and the crossbowmen at the end to form a simple three-layer defense line. Wall, fight positional warfare!”

"The solid layout is indeed the style of the Iron Legion." The description was simple and clear. Heretti immediately imagined the scene in his mind, and then looked at Jose: "If the opponent arranges the formation according to what Eugene said, ,what will you do?"

"It's too easy, boss." Jose also stood up and walked to the other side of the vertical board: "A mob of more than a hundred people will have low morale in the cold weather and snow."

"Give me fifty elite troops, and I will choose the hunting tactic, get close, launch, and then return - they are only equipped with leather armor, which cannot withstand the fire of bows and arrows. Each round of arrow rain can cause enough attrition, and riding bows With a longer range than a regular crossbow, they can only take hits but cannot fight back."

"In this way, as the losses increase, their morale will definitely be very low. Either the whole army will collapse, or they will rush directly into our faces." Jose showed a winning smile on his face: "No matter which way, we will Definitely win!”

The corner of Eugene's mouth twitched, and he fell into unpleasant memories. When he led the team into the Bloody Highlands, he was defeated by this tactic and became a prisoner of Heleti: "It's winter now, and the power and range of the mounted bow will be reduced." The drop is a lot. As long as the sword and shield soldiers are well protected, your galloping tactics will not cause effective damage at all, but will only waste horsepower!"

"Haha, I'm too lazy to argue with you." Jose turned to Snow Chicken: "Tell me, am I right, or is this iron turtle who doesn't know how to adapt?"

The snow chicken was caught between the two people on the left and right, and was in a dilemma.

"That's enough!" Heleti's voice freed Snow Chicken: "We are discussing tactics now, not letting you two fight."

"Eugene is right. The defending side has an advantage in the battle, not to mention that the opponent can seize the favorable terrain first."

"And since that Raven can kill Anderson, he will definitely not be an ordinary person. He cannot rush forward to die. Either there is something fishy in the team of 100 people, or he has a back-up plan. "

"So...the tactics for tomorrow will be arranged like this." Heleti raised his voice: "José will lead the army, and Eugene will be the deputy. One hundred people will be transferred from the main camp, and 30 people from each of the two branch camps."

"No matter what tricks you have, you have to eat them for me, can you do it?"

Jose knocked on his chest hard: "Boss, don't worry! I will definitely kill them all!"

"Your will will be carried out, my lord!" There was a trace of dissatisfaction in Eugene's eyes, but he still made his position clear.

No one mentioned other tactics, not even "Poison Hook" Jose had any objections.

Because they are the horse thieves of "Sand King" Heleti, the strongest force in the southeastern periphery of the Bloody Highlands. They either don't fight, or they fight with thunder and destruction to show their own prestige!

At the same time, Eric was also making final preparations.

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