Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 707 Codenamed "The Jedi Counterattack"

Another year of the Winterwood Festival is just around the corner, but there is no festive atmosphere in Amathir this winter.

The green plains have faded into desolation, and the dry weeds are low and short, swaying in the fishy sea breeze, following the trajectory of the clouds.

Heavy clouds pressed down from the mountains in the east to the sky over the Adler region on the eve of the Winter Forest Festival, and a sudden heavy snowfall fell in the second half of the night.When the people of Parkri opened their eyes, the city walls and the plains had turned into white.

The full name of the dragons selected by the Aoshengemma Dilong Legion is "Batteruier Dilong". When they sleep, they just bend their thick legs slightly and lower their heads. It seems that there is no difference from the standing posture.In the early morning, Polit, the breeder of the earth dragon, was carrying large barrels of meat to the gate of the earth dragon camp, and then distributed them to each earth dragon one by one.

Each ground dragon needs to consume [-] kilograms of meat for one meal, three meals a day.This energy will be stored in their bodies, allowing them to go without food for up to seven days if necessary.

"It's really cold, isn't it? Are you sleeping well? Fleur, this is yours; Brewster, don't worry, this is yours..." The breeder is a healthy, wheat-colored, very energetic He gently sent each barrel of meat to the earth dragons, while still talking to them, "What is this land today... Winter Forest Festival? I have added meals for you, each barrel There are three kilograms more meat, and there are your favorite spices..."

He patted the earth dragon's head affectionately, enjoying the rough and smooth touch. There are ninety earth dragons in this army of earth dragons. There are three breeders in total, each responsible for thirty. The preparations started at [-]:[-] a.m. and the feeding did not end until after [-]:[-] in the morning.

The plain after the snow was extremely cold, and the sea breeze was still blowing. He wrapped his thick clothes tightly, cursing inwardly that the weather in this ghostly place was really unpleasant, and climbed onto the ground dragon in front of him to dust off the air. Shake off the snow piled up on its back.

However, when Politt climbed halfway, the ground dragon below him suddenly snorted, and then its huge body twisted frantically, knocking him down.

He nimbly rolled to one side, avoiding the stampede from the earth dragon's feet, stood up with a gulu, hugged the earth dragon's head, and comforted him constantly:

"Kisen, Kisen, what's wrong with you, it's okay, it's okay..."

He has the smell of spices that earth dragons like, and earth dragons that are generally emotionally unstable will gradually calm down after smelling this smell.But this time the earth dragon was even more manic, and not only the one in front of him, but also the ones on the left, behind, and the entire army of earth dragons began to make noise——

"Roar! Roar!"

Amid the uneasy cries of the earth dragon, Polit finally came to his senses. He leaned over the grass and used magic power to specialize his ears, and then he heard the constant vibrations from the soil, scaring Polit immediately to his feet. Shouted wildly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Shouting, he ran to the edge of the camp, picked up the horn hanging there, and blew it loudly:
"Woo-woo-woo--"

The O'Santa Emma barracks outside the city of Parker are connected together. In the early morning, it is the time when the tired soldiers who have experienced battles in the previous two days are sleeping soundly.The sudden sound of the trumpet alarmed the nearest scout battalion and the ground dragon knight battalion, and soon some scouts and knights walked out of the tent.

They were sleepy at first, but the movement of the earth dragon woke them up immediately. The leading knight immediately found Polit who was blowing the horn, and hurriedly asked, "Polit, what's going on?"

"My lord, Dilong heard the commotion in the distance, there is an enemy attack, there is an enemy attack!" Polit said repeatedly.The dragon knight frowned, and glanced into the distance, but saw that the white plain was silent, and there was no sign of the La Rochelle troops at all.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure, I heard the shaking of the ground..." Politt immediately got down on the ground, but a strange look appeared on his face: just now there was a steady stream of vibrations, but now it disappeared.And the ground dragon camp behind him gradually returned to peace.

"It must have been an earthquake somewhere." The Dragon Knight looked at the distance for a while, but still did not see the enemy, yawned and said, "Polit, you are thinking too much, we just captured After leaving Parkri, those La Rochelle people were beaten to pieces by us, how could they have the ability to organize a counterattack so quickly?"

"Perhaps... I think too much." Pollitt was extremely puzzled.The knight then ordered the scouts around him to patrol in the distance, then put his arms around Pollitt's shoulders, and laughed loudly:

"Young man, after feeding the earth dragon, go back and sleep for a while. When you get up at noon, there will be a banquet. Today, you can revel until midnight-the La Rochelle festival is held on the land of the La Rochelle people, and they can only watch Isn’t it great that we enjoy our time with them?”

He laughed and turned around, returning to his barracks.

Pollitt shook his head, stretched out his hand to wipe off the snow on his face, and reflected for a while. Just as the Dragon Knight said, he really thought too much: the people of La Rochelle were just defeated, and before O Saint-Emma The heavy blows made the people of La Rochelle clearly realize that the current "peace" is nothing but the peace that Ao San Emma wants to maintain, and then Ao San Emma can break these towns at will, and Laro Shell can only sit there obediently waiting to die——

"Come on, my dear earth dragons, come and enjoy today, as the knight said, celebrate the La Rochelle festival in the land of the La Rochelle people - I guess you are better than those La Rochelle People in Seoul eat even better, think about it, are you very happy?"

He couldn't help laughing, and continued to distribute meat to the ground dragons. Watching the ground dragons devouring them, he felt a sense of happiness in his heart.

It's just that Polit didn't notice that under the ground dragon named "Kison", there was a gap left by a slight crack in the ground.

And not far from the Earth Dragon Legion, behind a low hill covered with snow, three figures crowded into a group, taking off a cloak from the top of their heads.

From left to right, there is a handsome young half-elf, an old man and a middle-aged man with pale blond hair.

"Zimmerman, your ability to control the flow of magic power really stinks. I suggest that you repeat the magic balance exercise with the crystal rod twenty times a day with the beginner apprentices."

The middle-aged man unceremoniously taunted the old man, but the old man could only apologize with a smile: "Tower O'Brien, if it's normal magic power control, of course I have no problem, but the depth of magic power you requested is too exaggerated..."

"Exaggeration, it's just the control of the earth element 100 meters underground, exaggeration what exaggeration? If Adrian is proficient in the earth element, he would have rubbed out a [-]-meter-high earth giant to shit on your head—"

"Tower O'Brien, it's unnecessary, it's unnecessary..." The young half-elf argued helplessly—the words of the majestic tower owner of the green tower have nothing to do with civilization.

The three people who are less than one kilometer away from the Dilong camp are naturally Cyril Adrian, the Marquis of Amathir, Gilles O'Brien, the tower master of the Green Tower, and the professional-level earth elemental mage, Lewis Zimmerman.

The general command office of Waihai Wall confirmed the battle plan called "Jedi Counterattack" formulated by the Commander of the Amathir Army, Azike Angers, and discussed it from early morning to dusk. After most of the details, the whole night was spent on the road.

The Amasir Army and the Thunder Lions Army of the Second Legion were in charge of two directions respectively. The former rushed to the outskirts of Parkri along the wall around the sea, while the latter rushed to St. Hytel.

This heavy snowfall became the best cover for their actions.

Cyril straightened his waist, collecting information on the Dilong camp not far away.The turmoil in the Dilong camp just now was caused by Zimmerman's magic power fluctuations. These creatures, who are not slow in the perception of magic power, obviously discovered Zimmerman's mistake, so there was a commotion for a while.

He continued to collect information with the "Listening to the Wind Technique", and soon heard the sound of horseshoes.Looking up, I saw a row of scouts riding out towards the north, as if they were about to patrol on a large scale.

"We don't have much time. This team of scouts will find our troops if they patrol a little wider." He immediately said to the two, "Master O'Brien, how are you getting ready?"

"Although Zimmerman's work is a bit rough, after all, with my assistance, it should be ready to launch now."

"Then I'll signal to Atsk over there."

Cyril closed his eyes slightly, and the blue wind in his hand condensed into a shape, and then turned into a nimble bird figure, flapping its wings, and flew to the northwest.

Northwest of Parkri, more than ten kilometers away.

The Amathir army has set up a simple camp here, and is currently doing the final equipment inspection.

"Come to me to get the magic crystal of Lurea's assault device, come to me to get it, and everyone will replace it with a new one. Don't be ashamed to fall from mid-air when you are half-flying out of breath!"

"Check your weapon, check your weapon, hey, pull out your sword and let me have a look - damn it, just go to the quartermaster for a new one!"

This force has assembled most of the troops that can be used by the Amathir Army and the Siliki Army, and the number even exceeds the number of people in the previous defense of Hylia.Archers, Shield Soldiers, Great Sword Warriors, Halberdiers, Heavy Cavalry, Petrified Monitor Lizard Cavalry, Lurea Equipment Special Operations Battalion, Amasir Natural Guard Army, Forest Guard.

Almost all the legions whose names can be named have gathered here.In addition, at the rear of the entire position, beautiful and vigorous white flying horses are lowering their heads and gnawing on the withered grass under the snow. The elf knights are cleaning their new spears and sitting proudly. Giant trees that should not have appeared here——

The tree man and Pegasus knight, together with the elven mage group supported by the Haitao clan, this is the most help the elves can provide to the Adler region in a short period of time.

On the flanks of the camp, catapults and ballistas are being assembled nervously. Those parts forged from new metals can be easily transported, and they have been transported to the nearest rock more than ten days ago. Fort, at this moment has also become an immediate combat force to counterattack Parkri.

Beside these conventional war weapons, there are dark, clumsy-looking metal bodies with four wheels, which are guarded by special soldiers, and they don't know what they are used for.

Atsk Angers sat on the ground, surrounded by senior generals of the Amathir army.On the snow in front of him is a topographic map of Parkli's surroundings. At this moment, he is emphasizing the core of tactics:
"Our ultimate goal is to counter-offensive and recapture Parkri. Now the Ao San Emma people have just won a big victory, and the garrison staying in Parkri will be in a rare period of slack. It will still be the same as before, attacking them unprepared, taking them by surprise, at the beginning of the battle Give the opponent the heaviest blow at the right time, and establish an advantage-we have discussed for so long how to crack the advantages of the high efficiency of the small-scale groups of the Osan Emma, ​​everyone should remember?"

"remember."

"Very clear."

The generals responded one after another, but then someone raised doubts: "But Lord Angers, the strength of the Ao San Emma people lies here, and they are now occupying Parkri. If we want to attack the city..."

"Don't think about the siege of the city for now." Atzke said calmly, "Pakri's size is limited, and it is impossible for the people of Ao San Emma to send all the troops to the city in one go. You can also see the barracks outside the city. When we arrive, our first goal is to clean up these troops."

"Inside and outside the city, in fact, their military advantage has been wiped out a lot under this self-segmentation situation. What's more...according to what the lord said, if the enemy named 'Rowell O'Brien is really serious, if you want to take the Adler area in a quick attack..."

"A considerable part of the troops that broke Parkri should have left by boat to attack Dumen and Middenbrand."

"Ah...Master Angers, do you have any basis for this speculation?"

"You can think that I have no basis and I'm just betting. But war is a game between the two sides, 'betting' on each other's psychology." Atzke lightly tapped the red dot representing Parkri, "I will We bet that the people of St. Emma will be lax and think that we dare not counterattack, so we bet that the people of St. Emma will be greedy and want to make a quick attack to expand their advantage."

"But if we lose the bet, wouldn't we be very passive?" A newly promoted general asked puzzledly, only to get a chuckle from Atsk.

"When did you get the illusion that we're not passive? Fern Walkley?"

"Ah, this..."

"We are already at the limit of passiveness, and there is no way to retreat, everyone." Atzke straightened his waist, squinted his eyes and looked at the white snow in front, and said loudly.

"Whether we can turn the tide of the battle, from passive to active... depends on the present."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stopped in mid-air——

A blue bird landed on his fingertips.

(End of this chapter)