Pioneering

Chapter 189 Breaking Out and News

After a fight, both sides come and go.

Even if Salter used the magic artillery, after the double bonus of the city magic circle and the divine magic of a large number of priests from the Fengshen Church, it would not be able to break through the city gate at all.

Regardless of the cost, and not afraid of the scrapping of the artillery, it may be possible to break through the city wall with full output day and night.

But there are still more cities in the back, so don't use magic artillery?
After killing and injuring a large number of allied troops, Sart had no choice but to order the withdrawal of troops.

"Dry!"

In the military tent, Salt pinched the center of his eyebrows, and couldn't help cursing.

The attack, which was smooth and powerful, was interrupted by a kid who appeared out of nowhere. How could Salt not be anxious and angry?
Sartre thought anxiously:

"It's been half a month! This won't work, if this goes on, I'm going to be blitzkrieg! I'm bound to be skinned and cramp by my master!"

"No, I have to think of a way, think of a way..."

Thinking about it, Salter looked up and saw John Tucker who was quietly reading "36 Strategies. Fantastic Revised Edition".

After the siege of Budapest, John, who performed well, was promoted to deputy by Salt, and he also sent a copy of the military book compiled by Zhong Ming to John.

John is quite talented, and he learned the art of war quickly. In the follow-up attack, he put forward a lot of unique opinions, which helped Salt a lot.

Salt also had to admit that even in his thousands of years of experience in Hell, John's military talent was among the best.

See through one point, draw inferences from one instance, gain insight into the key points...

Some people are born suitable for a certain diet.

"John."

"Yes, sir!" John put down his book and saluted hastily.

Sart waved him to sit down and said, "What's your opinion on the current situation?"

"I..." John hesitated.

Sartre straightened his neckline: "It's okay to be straightforward."

"The current situation is very unfavorable to us, and we may be in danger of overturning." John said surprisingly,
"Although our side seems to have the upper hand, our side is going deep alone, and we will eat at the enemy.

Once the offensive eases and enters a stalemate stage, even if our army is elite and its movement is restricted, it will certainly be difficult to last.

Neighboring countries will also be ready to move. "

"At that time, Andreouya will definitely counterattack in an all-round way."

"So, our army can't stop, we must keep going!"

Salt became interested: "Then do you have a good plan to defeat Edgar's group of magic sticks?"

John: "..."

"Okay," Sartre clapped his hands and laughed, "Since that's the case, John, from now on, you will be in charge of this operation!"

John was shocked, and hurriedly said humbly: "General, I..."

Salt didn't give him a chance to refuse: "If you let you go, you will go. The plan you proposed is naturally the most appropriate for you to implement."

……

At night, the four girls of Fansha were guarded in a military tent.

Vanessa fidgeted and turned around.

During the day, if it wasn't for Salt's sharp eyesight and quick hands to pull back these four extremely valuable captives, a few girls could be buried in the ground now.

The girls have been trapped by the enemy for a long time, and today they are still used as tools to threaten their lovers. Naturally, they are ashamed and annoyed.

When the crossbow arrows with dou qi or anti-magic gold rained down, although the women knew it was helpless, they also felt deeply desperate.

Even if it wasn't Edgar's direct order, that tacit attitude had already chilled them.

"What to do, what to do..." Fansha circled around anxiously.

"Don't turn around, it's useless no matter how much you turn." Tracy said coldly.

"You!" Fansha was furious, and she was about to wrestle with Tracy.

"Why, did I say something wrong? We don't have any fighting spirit or magic power now. We are so weak that we can't even hold a knife steadily. What can you do to escape?"

"Shhh-"

But the blue-haired witch stretched out her hand and said, "Listen..."

Only the sound of drinking and having fun came from not far away, and the sound of singing and dancing sounded from time to time.

One can vaguely imagine the scene of the big banquet, the staggering of cups and cups, and the warming of the wine.

"They seem to be welcoming someone." Vasa said with her ears moving.

The knight's powerful body is all-round, even if it is sealed by medicine and spells, it does not use strength, and Fansha's facial features are still sharp.

"There are still people singing, and the one singing is that bastard Salter," Trish said with a frown, "and the chorus is that Ryan who escorted us."

"What are they singing?" The two witches who couldn't cast spells were inferior to the two female knights.

A trace of longing flashed in Fansha's eyes and said:

"Probably means:

Husband makes meritorious service in the world; meritorious service and fame comforts his life.

I will be drunk when I comfort my life; I will sing wildly when I am drunk! "

"Quite educated," the green-haired witch sneered, and asked, "What else?"

"They said they want to reward the whole army. They will not return tonight without getting drunk." Tracy said pleasantly, "Our chance has come!"

The girls looked at each other happily and agreed on an escape plan.

Afterwards, the girls pretended to be going to bed early, and the patrolling guard took a look, and then relaxed, and started drinking with a bottle of wine.

The entire barracks was filled with the smell of alcohol, everyone was given delicious food and wine, and everyone was enjoying the rare joy.

After midnight, a pair of exquisite and powerful hands suddenly rested on the neck of the guarding soldier, with a click, and then there was no more sound.

The other drunken soldiers were about to get up when they heard the movement, but saw Vasa snatch the saber from the dead soldier, and killed the guards in an instant.

Then she just sat down on the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

The brown-haired witch said with a pale face: "Okay, don't rest, run quickly.

Although my blood gave you extraordinary poison resistance, it temporarily restored some of your strength;

But the blood of the 'Shadow Curse Snake' I transplanted is also highly poisonous, if you don't get the antidote within a day, you will be finished. "

Tracy supported the brown-haired witch, and the green-haired witch supported Fansha. The girls silently groped towards the outside of the camp relying on the terrain recorded by the two witches' super memory.

"Fansha, why don't you leave?" The green-haired witch gestured with her eyes.

"There is a situation!" Vanessa gestured.

Tracy and the brunette witch also stopped, and turned to look at the two women.

Fansha quietly walked into the edge of a tent and sniffed it. The smell of the wine was clearly the "Dionysus Drunk", which is said to be able to intoxicate demigods.

She looked at the two figures lying on the ground through the tent, carefully opened the tent, and rushed in.

Aha, it was Sartre and Lane without a doubt.

Filled with anger, Fansha saw the opportunity and wanted to kill the two of them, but at this moment Salter turned over on the bed, dreaming: "Little boy, I will kill you in a few days!"

Immediately, Fansha was startled for a moment, and she stopped in her steps, not daring to go forward.

Fan Shabai had just seen Salter show off his supernatural power in the daytime, and now that he was scared, he remembered that even the drunk Salter was not something he could handle.

Fansha saw a stack of official documents piled up on the table in the tent again, and quietly leaned over to take a peek.

There were several letters among the official documents, which read "From Viscount Maldor."

Fansha was shocked, put away the letter, and walked out of the camp quietly.

Afterwards, the four girls groped to the edge of the barracks, and Fansha, who had recovered some strength, sent them out of the camp one by one, and fled to Talodan City overnight.

(End of this chapter)