Pioneering

Everything went smoothly beyond expectation.

Ever since John led the army into the Kingdom of Winkrell, it can be said that he is in a state of unstoppable momentum.

Not only the middle and small nobles tactfully supported His Majesty Pope Derek, they attacked Windsor, the capital of the Wannian Kingdom, but did not encounter any decent resistance.

If it weren't for the resistance of more than 3 bulk knights looking after the logistics line, it would have been like an armed parade.

However, John will not underestimate Winkrell's war potential because of this.

He knew that if it weren't for the slogan of "supporting the new Pope" and the banner of the "reform plan", Winkrel would have at least [-] noble knights, large and small, fighting guerrilla warfare and public security warfare, and even some The possibility of dragging down these rootless duckweeds of our own side.

"Why, aren't you happy after winning the battle?" Salter, dressed in an elegant tuxedo, came to John who was alone, "Aren't you going to the celebration banquet?"

After all, Sart handed him a lunch box, which contained some satisfying delicacies.

It is a normal operation to hold a celebration banquet after a victory, and John also arranged a rotation, which is not a confusing operation of opening champagne at halftime.

It's not that John really wants to have this banquet, he would rather spend his time reading.

It's just that the soldiers fought on the battlefield, and the mental pressure of the near-death situation also needs to be vented, and this is also a good way to tame Winkrell's defectors and help Derek sit a little more stably.

John thanked himself, the old man who was both a teacher and a friend, and hungrily finished eating, poured another half pot of tea, handed Sartre a "smoke cage", and ordered one himself.

"It's not unhappy, it's just that something is wrong," John said.

"Is something wrong?" Sart waved his hand to reject John's lighter, a flame sprang out from his fingertips, ignited gracefully, and drew out a smoke ring in the shape of a six-pointed star.

"Well, it went very smoothly. Our system in Asshai can be said to have rooted out the roots of these great nobles. They have to fight us anyway. They can't fight head-on, and the law and order war always has to try.

Just ran away without making a sound... A biting dog doesn't bark. "John sighed.

"What do you mean?" Sartre gave him an appreciative look.

John nodded: "Well, they should have seen our plan, and they are going to counterattack after we divide our troops and cut off our retreat.

Of course, with you here, I don't think they can eat the troops we left behind, but it's not too difficult to cut off the logistics for me to lead the troops to Vizard. "

"With these great nobles around, it's like a thorn in your throat."

Salt smiled slightly: "The "Asshai Dictionary" is used well, and the vocabulary is quite rich. Then what are you going to do?"

"If time is not tight, I will probably come out to 'lead the snake out of the hole', pretend to divide the troops, and then wait for them to show their flaws before cooperating with you to get rid of these annoying guys."

John grabbed a handful of hair and looked at his increasingly thinning hairstyle in distress: "But... the time won't wait for me! If the delay continues, the western province will really be taken by Wiserd. Once it threatens Chang'an City, we will not Losing is also losing."

Sart admired John very much, and really admired him, as if he had seen himself in the jealous hell relying on his military talents to counterattack all the way.

Salt got up to loosen his muscles and bones, and slapped him on the head: "You boy, don't forget your teacher when you become a marshal, I will be your half-teacher, and I will bring you out a little bit. Don't look down on people!"

"Do you think I can't even deal with some lost dogs?"

"No, no, no," John covered his aching head with one hand, and waved the other repeatedly, "General Salter, I have always respected you..."

"Then go boldly," Sart flicked the cigarette ash, "Leave your retreat to me."

"War is never a one-man show for you alone. You have to learn to trust your comrades in arms." A top student from a Hell Backstab Academy instilled chicken soup.

……

The three-day celebration banquet was fleeting, and after a short repair, the Asshai warriors were divided into two. 10 people were led by Salter, and they sat in the city of Windsor to guard more than 4 knights and prisoners; 8 people were led by John. Head south, straight into the homeland of Vizard.

After the small and medium-sized nobles who defected to pay the ransom, more than 2 of the [-] prisoners of war have returned to their respective families, reducing the pressure on the Asshai Warrior Legion.

"They have divided their troops, do you want to do it?"

"What's the hurry, John's team hasn't gone far, and the logistics line hasn't even been rolled out. To be on the safe side, we'll do it again when they're in a fierce battle."

"That's right, 10 people is not a small number. The power we can control now is only 4 knights. It's best to rescue the [-] prisoners before we start."

……

In the western province of Asshai, in a certain village.

The peaceful and affluent countryside in the past has now turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Homes and farmlands were destroyed by the fire, the flames devoured the hope of the village, illuminating the faces of brutality and destruction.

Crops have been ravaged, livestock robbed, and villagers will face famine and poverty.Fear enveloped their hearts, and their warm homes were turned into ruins.

Fear and howling filled the air.

Many Wiserd soldiers poured into the houses of this village, mercilessly destroying and plundering the "Oriental Wealth" they had always longed for.

Inside, the cries of women and children mingled with the screams of men outside, but their pleas were met with ridicule and scorn.

Women are treated like trophies, humiliated and abused at will.

The property was looted, and the family's meager savings were turned into ashes.

"Ah! Slut!" A soldier with a slight beard yelled in pain and pulled back his restless big hand, drew out his weapon, and slashed at the girl in front of him, cutting a bloody gash, kicking her foot, still not relieved, Spit again.

The girl's mother wailed and threw herself on her child. Seeing her daughter dying, she said bitterly: "You devils from Wised will definitely be punished! Your Majesty the God of Wealth and His Majesty the King will not let you go!" Yours, you will..."

Another saber slashed across, and the voice of the middle-aged woman stopped abruptly.

"Joke, you can see whether I have retribution, cowardly Asshai, you are sheep, we are wolves, you should be slaughtered by us!" Said to himself.

The military order to gather suddenly came, and he didn't care about continuing to search for the corpse. He hurriedly removed the necklace from the woman's neck and ran out the door.

A series of figures also rushed out of the villagers' residences in a hurry, and rushed to the assembly point, leaving behind a dilapidated village billowing with smoke.

No one noticed that the girl who was supposed to die suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and the wound on her chest slowly healed...

Wized's Expeditionary Marshal Gide had been quite happy recently. Even though Dimen's Expeditionary Marshal Ryder had to leave because of Estonia's sudden attack, and the pressure of the siege increased a lot, he was still in a very comfortable mood.

It is true that the difficulty has increased, but one less person can eat, and everyone will be fuller.

What's more, the Asshai army staying in the western provinces is just a standing army with a small number of warriors, and it is not a big threat in itself.

A little loss is not worth mentioning for the huge gain.

The contradictions in Wised have been greatly eased by the plundering of the western provinces to restore blood. How can they be unhappy?
It's just that the castles repaired by these Yashai people are too strong, and the speed of advancement cannot be accelerated. Otherwise, I heard that the central province is the most elite area in Yashai.

However, just when Ji De fantasized about becoming a hero of the principality, being awarded honors and titles, and becoming famous in the mainland..., news of a thunderbolt came one after another.

Winkrell turned his back on Majek and attacked Majek, so Majek turned to Asshai to fight against Winkrell.

The 30 Winkrel Expeditionary Army was wiped out, and the main attackers of the coalition forces fell into the sand.The frightening thing is that it was heard that Yashai suffered little damage in battle.

Nearly 20 Asshai troops marched into the mainland of the Winkleur Kingdom, attacking the city in the name of supporting the new pope.

Windsor, the capital of King Winkrell, was captured by Asshai, and Marshal John of Assia led [-] extraordinary elites to break into Vizard.

According to the latest news, the three provinces in the north of Wised have completely fallen and are about to enter the royal territory.

One by one, Jide was stunned and flustered, and he scolded all the senior officials of the Sea God Church who could be named by name all night.

If you can't do it, don't drag us down.

Winkrell, it hurts me too.

Now, there are only two ways to stay in front of Jide, return to the country to help, or give up everything and continue to attack the central province of Assia.

Returning to the country to help the country has to face the strong army of Yashai who defeated the Winkrell expedition. Conscientiously said that it can compete with the strong army of Yashai who defeated Winkrell.

Once the battle is defeated, there is the rebellion tide that has finally eased inside, and the drought that I don’t know how to survive after losing Magzek’s compensation; outside, there is the Yashai sharp knife on the neck.

Thinking of how Vizard recently conquered the western province of Hohoya, and how thrilled he was to conquer at that time, Jide has such a headache now.

The tyrant of Yashai is not easy to appease, the disaster of Yige and Andreouya's subjugation is still in sight!

Continuing to attack Yaxia is a bet on whether they can reach the city of Chang'an and force the tyrant to sign a contract.Let's see whether it is the Asshai army led by John who is fighting fast, or whether he is advancing faster.

But Jide only has [-] knights and a standing army, and the intelligence shows that Asshai's army that invaded Wized's land is at least [-] to [-].He Jide still has to press against the order of Grand Duke Wized to withdraw the troops and return to the defense. It is impossible for his good uncle to trust him unconditionally.

How could it be possible to advance faster than them?
For a while, Jide was in pain, and the more he thought about it, the more irritable he became. Seeing that the soldiers who had been thrown out returned to the camp one after another, he couldn't think of what to do next.

"Why don't we just vote for Yasha?" Jide, who was full of confusion, suddenly popped up this idea, and quickly extinguished it.

Yasha is really very uncertain about the noble status of the enemy country. Killing and relocation are common methods. Who would want to do so until the family survives?
What's more, I am still a member of the royal family of Wiserd, and I belong to Yasha's key target. Even if it is for myself, I have to bear it to the end.

"what can we do about it?"

"Marshal Gide, you seem distressed?" Just as he was thinking hard, a strange voice appeared in the tent.

"Who is it?" Ji De pulled out his saber and looked around vigilantly.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm your friend, not your enemy." A slightly frivolous voice came from the corner.

As the words fell, a well-dressed middle-aged nobleman appeared in the tent with a pair of wild phoenix eyes.

He raised his hands, signaling harmlessness: "Let me introduce myself, my name is Huo Sen Tang Siri, and we have met a few times before... Well, when Winkleil went west.

I am a descendant of the Sea God, the head of the Tang Sirui family, one of the three Winkrell families.

This is my family crest, you see, I can never be from Yasha. "

Hearing this, Marshal Gide seemed to have remembered something, and raised his knife excitedly at Huo Sen: "It was raised by the goblin, I remembered, it was you, you, a slime, who killed my brother! You ,you……"

Huo Sen said: "Oh, don't get excited, don't get excited, we used to be our own masters, what can I do?
I am dignifiedly defeating your brother on the battlefield, are you going to vent your anger and kill your allies out of personal hatred at this time? "

Jide took a deep breath for a long time, suppressed his anger, withdrew his saber, and asked him without inviting him to a seat, "What's the matter with you, if you want to say it quickly, I'm afraid I can't help cutting you down."

Huo Sen didn't care, and took the initiative to pull a chair and sit down: "Well, I want to have a good chat with you about your next marching strategy.

Of course, I also heard that the relationship between you and Grand Duke Wiserd is not very good, and I was afraid that you would be overwhelmed when you were in adversity, so I voted for Yasha. "

"However, after seeing you, I knew that you would not seek refuge with Yasha."

"Oh, why? How can you be sure that I won't?"

"Because, Marshal Gide, your subordinates have the most blood from the Asshai people. You have the same surname as Grand Duke Wised. You are wise and don't want to die."

"Well, the reasons are subjective and far-fetched, but you're right, go ahead."

"I think it's to advise you not to return to Wized and continue to attack, towards the capital of Yasha!" Huo Sen said.

"Huh? You shouldn't know that Wized is in danger now, and he is going to..."

"But you are not in danger, are you? Whether Grand Duke Wiserd is dead or alive, what does it matter to you? As long as you can win, you may not be able to touch that seat with your inexhaustible achievements."

"Win, are you kidding me? I'll be satisfied if I can end this war decently." Ji De said with a look on my face, "Besides, I don't have the ability to refuse the Grand Duke's orders at all. "

"To be honest, the logistics of the Asshai army is now from our country, and our nobles in Winkrell still retain considerable strength. As long as the battle situation is anxious, we can cut off their supplies...

Back to aid, you are the coach, you have a lot of room for maneuver, and I think many of your subordinates are unwilling to go... Wouldn't it be good to send some standing troops to walk slowly and put on a show? "Huo Sen gave him advice seriously. (End of this chapter)