industrial lord

Chapter 213
In the eyes of Frederick and Helmut, the most difficult thing to deal with in the Piast army was the thousand winged cavalry, followed by the more than 50 mages, and then the more than 2000 light cavalry.

Frederick was very surprised why the enemy had so few magicians. Helmut judged that it might be to strengthen the defense in the north of Bohemia, otherwise the troops drawn there would be destroyed by the Osmarga Empire. It is estimated that There is now a confrontation between gods and immortals.

In the afternoon, the cavalry of the Piast army and the accompanying subordinates began to leave the ferry and set off for the scheduled camp in the northwest.

In a secret command post in the forest, Frederick watched as the staff officers inserted small flags representing different enemies on the map.

At this time, the Piast army was marching from the three crossings to the originally judged camp in three ways, even though many landmines buried on the road were stepped on along the way, they did not slow down.

"Commander," Helmut reported to Frederick, "the hussars are about to enter the ambush circle."

According to the plan, a large number of "this side facing the enemy" buried on the roadside will give the hussars a hard look.

"Let them go." Frederick said suddenly, "Priority is to deal with the last group of mages."

"The threat of cavalry not being on horseback is not that great. Magicians are different. They may become the biggest source of accidents."

Helmut immediately followed his orders to rearrange.

The staff made a large number of plans before the war, and they failed to seize the opportunity to ambush the hussars and then ambush the magicians. There are also corresponding plans. As long as Frederick's order does not exceed the scope of the plan, there is basically no problem.

The sunset glow climbed into the sky, and the first team that set off at noon had arrived at the scheduled campsite.

This is a small basin surrounded by hills, with a small lake the size of two football fields in the middle, and the ground is covered with withered pastures.

Half of the Piast army was conscripted farmers. As soon as the first group arrived here, they chose a place by the lake and surrounded it with a carriage, and then began to cut grass and feed the horses.

The pasture in the camp was cut quickly, and the outside was cut around, so the fire couldn't get in.

Soon after, Casimir came to the camp with the second batch of cavalry and ordered the accompanying carriages to reinforce the car base to prevent the enemy from attacking at night.

When the sky darkened, there was a faint roar in the distance.

"Thunder?!" Casimir frowned. If it rains tonight, tomorrow's march will be very difficult.

At this time, the smell of food was wafting in the barracks. Ordinary soldiers threw whatever they had into the pot, and finally boiled it into a big pot. Only the gentlemen had barbecue.

When several female slaves served Casimir bread, roast meat, and soup made of dehydrated vegetables, a bloody man stumbled into the tent.

"It's over, the mages are all over!" The man cried, "There was an explosion on the side of the road, and many of the masters died accidentally."

"Later, a lot of Burning Men came out, Master Mage couldn't kill them, they killed all the masters one by one!"

Casimir's face was terribly dark, every time he thought of the mage group being attacked halfway.

He suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He just walked the same path as the mage group. The enemy spared the cavalry to pick the mage group. Could it be that they thought they would go with the mage group?

"Order!" Casimir stood up abruptly, "Don't sleep tonight, the enemy is likely to attack at night!"

His idea seemed to be validated, and not long after, Frederick threw objects from the sky again.

This time Frederick seemed to be prepared, no longer throwing stones but javelins.

Casimir took a picked javelin and looked at it carefully. This javelin was similar to an ordinary javelin, with a few stones tied behind the head to increase its weight.

This time the casualties were not heavy, less than ten people died.

"Not good!" Kasimir suddenly thought of something, "Hurry up! Distribute the grain! Everything that can hold water should be filled with water, they will set fire!"

Now that they don't have air supremacy, it will be a big trouble if the enemy throws rockets and the like.

Not long ago, the mage group was targeted and attacked, which can prove from the side that the enemy wants to set fire, because it is very convenient for mages to put out fire.

Frederick saw the enemy moving things in a mess in the air, and many people went to the lake to fetch water, so he just smiled and went back to make dinner.

Altaxia put in a lot of effort when ambushing the mage group just now. The fire elemental man she summoned attracted the attention of the enemy's magic circle, allowing snipers to calmly roll their names in the dark.

Frederick made an agreement with her, eliminated the group of mages, and grilled lamb kebabs for her tonight.

While Altaxia was eating mutton skewers with a smile, Kasimir and the others felt like they were facing a big enemy. Some people were tired from lifting their necks, so they simply lay down and stared at the sky.

After Frederick had eaten his fill, he ran with Liming again, this time bringing several large bundles of arrows, and a "beautiful boy sprinkled flowers" came.

This time the harvest was great. It was difficult to find relatively small arrows in the dark night, and dozens of people were hit by it.

Kasimir looked at the arrow halfway into his tent, and said in a deep voice, "He's measuring the wind direction and speed, it's coming, don't sleep!"

There is a Giant Eagle Knight in the Piast Kingdom. As a prince, he naturally knows how to fight in the air. He also understands that high-altitude bombing is difficult to hit the target, and he needs to throw things first to calculate the error.

So he judged that the next step was the official attack.

At this time, Frederick was feeding Dawn with a large bucket of energy drink mixed with sugar, salt and raw eggs, and brushed its fur for a long time before going back to the tent to soak his feet, wipe his body and go to sleep .

Casimir: "He may pick the early morning attack."

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"He may come again in the middle of the night."

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"The time before the sun rises is the most dangerous!"

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"Who knows where they're stationed? Shall I send someone over and ask him if he's overslept?"

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“[勥勥勒斯特王帝凡口]! Is he still coming or not?!”

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"Let's have breakfast."

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The soldiers of the Piast Kingdom, who had been highly nervous all night, began to lighten a fire and make breakfast listlessly. The wind was strong this morning, and the smoke quickly dissipated in the southern sky.

When the water just boiled, Casimir pointed at Frederick in the air and cursed.

I waited all night yesterday and no one came, but today I came to throw things early in the morning while they were cooking.

It's too much, this guy didn't throw stones, javelins or arrows this time, but horse manure!

What's more, the horse manure scattered into small pieces in the air, spreading over a large area, and many of them fell into the pot.

The air strike did little harm and was extremely insulting.

Casimir's adjutant held back for a while before he came up with words to comfort His Royal Highness: "He is still a child, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Casimir was so choked that he couldn't speak, there was nothing he could do, everyone knew that Duke Wesson's hair hadn't grown yet.

(End of this chapter)