Imperial Crown

Just as Raven's horse hooves trampled the snow leading to the Scorpion's Nest, Eric's camp had fallen into silence.

Although they had experienced a great victory, there was no joy in the Eagle Army, because the losses in this battle were equally huge for them.

Twenty-seven people were killed or seriously injured, and the reduction in personnel reached almost a quarter, and the number of lightly injured was countless.

Stroking the letter with the Baron's seal in his hand, Eric frowned, with a lingering cloud.

"Captain Eric." Simon came forward to salute, his voice a little hoarse: "... The third tongue also confessed, and the content is almost the same as before."

"The snow chicken in the Scorpion's Nest is 'Bent'."

Simon's face was full of guilt and self-blame, because Bent was the scout who fell into the snow pit before he left the Bloody Highlands!

"...That's not surprising." Eric nodded in a low voice: "I said how could Jose call out my name."

"Let me contact the Baron!" Simon's tone was quite anxious: "Bent has met the Baron and knows our Eagle Army very well. If the Baron doesn't know this information, it is very likely..."

"This is the third time you have made this request." Eric sighed: "So I have to deny you for the third time."

"Now there are scouts of Heleti everywhere outside. It's okay if you don't go out. Once you go out and are discovered, it will immediately remind the "Sand King" that we still have people outside!"

"I will go in the dark without a torch." Simon's eyes were firm: "My mistake, I will make up for it!"

"No." Eric shook his head firmly: "Baron Raven just instructed a crow to order us to attack immediately at dawn, and he will take action in the dark. Even if you can go in the dark, you will only catch nothing."

As he said, he handed the letter to Simon.

The latter took it and looked at it, his face solemn and annoyed.

Eric thought Simon would complain that Baron Raven was not considerate of his subordinates, or continue to regret that he did not lead the scout team well, but he did not expect the latter to say something else:

"Then we must fully cooperate with Lord Baron, the seriously injured soldiers... I will let them be relieved."

Eric's eyes showed a trace of surprise, and a trace of relief: "You have such awareness... Very good."

"Call Gore, Link and Mosingan, I will arrange the tactics again."

"Where is Visdon?"

"... Let him rest for a while."

"Yes!" Simon obeyed the order and turned to leave.

His footsteps were very quiet, but they were extremely clear in the silent camp, waking up White, who was already sleeping lightly.

Raising his eyelids and looking at Simon's back, White suddenly felt a little nervous.

At this time, this extraordinary person is still busy, which is not a good thing for these soldiers. It is very likely that they will not have enough time to rest before they have to face the next war.

When White thought of the battle during the day, his hand unconsciously touched his collarbone and felt a dull sting.

He had seen that it was completely blue and even swollen. This was the most profound mark left by the battle.

White was a sword and shield soldier. Not only did he stand on the front line to resist three waves of arrows, but he also welcomed a wave of charge from the horse thieves.

He could be said to be lucky, because the horse thief's warhorse that rushed in front of him was shot by a crossbow arrow, fell down, and stopped in front of him.

But his comrades were not so lucky.

White watched helplessly as a comrade was crushed by the fallen warhorse just three meters away from him, and was crushed by the horse's hoof that followed closely. In the end, one of his arms could not be found when he cleaned up the battlefield.

He was already scared silly at the time.

A horse thief rushed over wielding a warhammer. Long-term training saved White's life - he subconsciously raised his shield, but he didn't have time to use force. The shield hit his shoulder with his arm, causing his left hand to be swollen and leaving scars on his collarbone.

But he survived after all.

In fact, he didn't know how he survived.

As far as he could see, there were horse thieves and their war horses everywhere. He could only stand back to back with his surviving comrades, covering each other, and stabbing twice while defending against the opponent's attacks.

He also killed a horse thief.

Before that, he thought that he would be nervous, flustered, and even vomit like the characters in knight novels when he killed someone for the first time.

But he didn't feel anything.

Maybe it was because he didn't want to die.

Now he gradually began to feel that going to the battlefield was no big deal, either killing or being killed.

White pinched his shoulder again, grimacing in pain: "At least now, I'm not the one who was killed."

"... I hope I won't be."

White was not the only one who was talking to himself. Weston was also not asleep.

He took off his mail armor and curled up in the blanket, holding the dried meat prepared by Denise in his mouth.

The dried meat had been softened by saliva, but he still couldn't bear to eat it.

This was the last piece.

When he thought of Denise, Weston showed a smug smile on his face.

When I go back this time and tell my story, my mother will definitely not believe it.

I killed three horse thieves with my own hands, three!

Who can say that I am not a man?

Today's battle made him realize more deeply the foresight of Raven when he was training soldiers.

Although he had no experience in commanding operations, Weisdong still knew how to judge the strengths and weaknesses of soldiers. Facing the horse thieves rushing over like a city wall, the Eagle Army did not retreat at all!

And the Eagle Army did not collapse in the melee, but held the front line.

This is the importance of discipline.

Even Weisdong himself was so scared that he dared not move!

So now Weisdong regretted his original hand more and more, and he could understand why Raven was so angry.

These soldiers are all serving the Griffith family. To hurt them is to hurt their own interests and lives!

"Brother is so good to me. I can forgive me for doing such a bastard thing." He touched the enchanted chainmail lying beside him: "I have to work harder to prove myself!"

At this point, Weisdong's eyes shone and clenched his fists tightly.

In the next battle, I must kill more!

At this moment, someone patted his shoulder.

Weisdong was startled, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Simon's voice: "... Commander Eric wants us to have something."

"Okay! You go first, I'll come after I put on my armor!" Weisdong immediately agreed.

Even with only one arm, Weisdong has mastered the wearing of chain mail, but in ten minutes he has appeared in front of Eric's campfire.

The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while.

Eric put Raven's letter in the middle, looked around, and his eyes were solemn: "The Baron ordered us to start the attack immediately tomorrow morning and fight the horse thieves in the field."

"One of us needs to be the vanguard and take the lead."

"The Baron also knows the danger, so he promised that the vanguard will receive a reward of 3,000 gold coins!"

"Who will come?"

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