Knight and Wand

Chapter 232 Emergency Takeoff

Outside Green Creek Village, the camp of the allied forces of Thornflower and River Valley County.

More than ten days had passed since Leon had presented the water attack strategy to a group of nobles from the Kingdom of Orland at a high-level meeting with Earl Elliver at the North Bank Camp. Leon quickly returned to the day-to-day life in the front-line barracks.

Ledwin III made a decision extremely quickly. Only the day after the military meeting ended, the first batch of troops and civilians arrived at the upper reaches of the tributary, not far north of Green Creek Village, and began to dig canals and block the flow of the river in a sweat.

Leon couldn't help but admire him. He was worthy of being the usurper who won the civil war. Regardless of whether it was good or bad, he was a monarch who successfully changed the dynasty. It was obvious that indecision was not his character.

But this has nothing to do with him. Leon's duty is like that of an air force pilot in the army of his previous life. He patrols the nearby airspace every day in turn with the Pegasus Knights to drive away enemy air knights who try to approach for reconnaissance.

In the chase day after day, the battle in the sky almost never broke out. The five lion scorpions in the south traveled together and never alone. Whenever Leon tried to get close, the enemy would flee far away.

As in most wars, fierce battles are always short-lived. Generals and soldiers alike spend more time in the barracks, marching, and waiting for opportunities.
After counting the results of the battle that day, Leon realized that nearly a thousand Uriah cavalrymen were wiped out in the Battle of Green Creek, while less than three hundred casualties were suffered on his own side. Not counting the various weapons and armor trophies, more than two hundred usable war horses were also seized.

This was the first large-scale battle since the North-South confrontation, and it was undoubtedly a resounding victory.

Although Earl Elliver seemed to have the advantage in military strength.

But war has never been about fairness. Winning is winning. Using the majority to defeat the minority and relying on the strong to bully the weak have always been the ways to win.

Moreover, even if they were ahead in terms of troop strength, it would still be extremely difficult to achieve such a great victory as the one they had now. If the two armies were to fight each other in a normal and stable formation, they might be able to win. However, once the grassland cavalry sensed defeat and retreated, and then lost their mobility, the heavily armored knights of the northern Feru people would simply not be able to risk being disconnected from the infantry line and pursue further.

If we had not achieved such a great result as the one we have now, and had only won a small victory, it would not have affected the morale of the Uriah people at all.

Only a great victory like this one, which makes the grassland people feel truly painful, can make the southern armies, who have their own ulterior motives, consider the gains and losses of continuing the war.

Now, the one thousand tribal cavalrymen who escaped will probably only stay behind to perform tasks such as guarding the camp and escorting logistics.

Even if the Southern Army wanted to send the enemy into battle again, the tribal leaders who had suffered such losses would definitely not serve as cannon fodder again, even if they were beaten to death.

This is almost equivalent to making an entire troop lose its actual combat effectiveness. Even if there is a tough battle, the other side will flee in order to preserve the strength of their own tribe and start to run wild.

Without the leadership of the Great Khan who once swept across the Western Continent in history, the nomadic people of today are now in disarray, plagued by internal strife and have long lost their former strength.

The impact of this battle may even spread to other Uriah troops on the south bank.

If he thought about it this way, Leon felt that since the enemy did not fight to the death that day and fewer soldiers on his side died, it seemed like the result was good.

Of course, war is bound to involve casualties.

After receiving reports from his soldiers, Leon felt heavy-hearted when he learned that more than ten people from the knights' troop that he led were also killed.

Unlike the Battle of Longka to defend the homeland, this time, he had to take the initiative to bring the soldiers out to participate in the political game between the bigwigs of the two countries and participate in this war that actually had nothing to do with the soldiers.

Burdened with their trust, he remembered every face of these people, their warm greetings, and the respectful looks they showed him.

But no matter how they celebrated the victory now, these dozen people had been seriously injured and died, turning into cold corpses.

Outside the camp, the horse-drawn carriages carrying the bodies of the fallen soldiers left deep ruts in the mud.

Leon watched the convoy go away, promising in his heart that he would properly arrange their funeral affairs, take care of their families and relatives, and silently pray for the victims to rest in peace.

Unfortunately, unlike his previous life, in this life, he had already glimpsed the real afterlife through the Neti cards. It was a realm that could not be described by ordinary people's reason, and Leon only experienced the coldness from the soul.

Can you really get a good sleep after “going down”?

At that time, Canis's soul was restless in the Dead Sea like a twisted evil spirit, and it didn't look like it was very comfortable at all.

My consciousness was only projected into that area for a moment, and now when I think about it, I get a chill down my spine.

Sometimes knowing too much is worse than knowing nothing. Staying forever in the permafrost sea without darkness or light, without the concept of reality
Leon couldn't help but touch the card wallet on his waist.

I am not strong enough. Not to mention that I don't have enough Neti cards, even if I did, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to bring back the souls of ordinary people.

Not only ordinary soldiers like them who were unknown, but even a knight with extraordinary martial arts like Canis, who had the honor of beating generals and capturing flags on the battlefield of Mamor, was summoned with such difficulty that the process could only be described as lucky.

But now, even if Azerien, Lohak, Olivia, and Corvis, those people close to him, met with an unexpected accident, I am afraid that the Neti card will not be able to save them.

etc.
Thinking of the first two people, Leon was suddenly stunned.

Huh? It seems that what Azerien and Lohak said is not certain!
Goliad's poetry and stories were widely sung. Although he was the protagonist, Azerien and Lohak also had many roles in it. Given the fame and traces they had left in the world, if something really happened, it might be much easier to rescue them than to summon Canis's soul.

Considering that the two of them had more roles in the second poem story, Leon suddenly became excited.

He found that he seemed to have found a shortcut to how to provide his companions with Aphrodite's "death insurance".

He made up his mind that he must try his best to find the dragon poet and ask him to write more stories for the people around him. But that's not right, Leon thought, maybe it would be okay to not look for him, but hire some other famous poets to flatter his friends, and the effect should be the same.

Leon realized that the reputation and glory of his friends and family were not just empty names to him, but had real practical significance.

But after touching the three Neti cards in his pocket, he calmed down again.

No matter how good the idea is, it is only a prerequisite for Neti's magic.

I can’t even make an extra black card now, and I have to provide each of my companions with a final “insurance”. The road ahead is still long and arduous.

Spiritual Vein Ore, Everfrost Ice, Molten Mountain Gold, all have their clues, but Moon Meteorite Silver
Leon sighed. Even Princess Ines herself said that it was difficult to ask her father for it. How should he get it?

How about wearing a mask and going to the capital as a robber, sneaking into the treasury of the alchemist's guild and making a killing?
“——Lord Leon!!”

Leon's attention was drawn back to reality when he could vaguely hear military whistles and shouts overhead.

Look up.

The armored warhorse flapped its wings, carrying on its saddle the knight carrying a light lance and a revolving crossbow, and swooped down from the clouds.

Unlike Dragon Knights, Griffin Knights and Manticore Knights, the combat effectiveness of Pegasus Knights depends entirely on the riders themselves, so there are no mediocre riders among these Pegasus riders, all of them are "Dusk Blood Guards" who are directly loyal to the king himself, and each of them is a military knight with extraordinary martial arts.

Even such a veteran warrior had lost his composure, and it was obvious that the enemy was coming with great force.

Without delay, Leon immediately put on his winged helmet, blew the whistle, called the Deathclaw who was resting not far away, and quickly climbed onto the high saddle.

Leon pulled the reins and steed the beast into the air. He looked at the king's guards riding Pegasus hovering in the air at a distance and shouted, "Enemy attack?"

"At least ten scorpion-tailed lions are attacking the airspace of the west coast forest from the south! We can hardly resist them." The Dusk Blood Guard reported to the young baron of the Thorn Flower family.

This was the most helpless situation for them. In fact, if they were fighting on the ground, the twenty knights of the King's Guard, wearing armor and holding spears, would form a formation to meet the enemy and would not be afraid of the attack of ten scorpion-tailed lions.

However, the battlefield in the sky dimension greatly limits the abilities of the knights. Once their mounts die, no matter how good their martial arts are, they will be killed if they fall from a height of nearly a thousand meters or even higher.

However, the knights cannot just lie on the ground because of this concern and allow the enemy to monitor their army on the ground without hindrance.

In a war of this scale, victory or defeat is determined by the information gap between the two sides. It is the responsibility of the Sky Knight to ride Pegasus into the sky to intercept and fight in the blue sky.

The Dusk Blood Guards were just thankful that they not only had His Majesty's flying dragon, but also a griffin.

(End of this chapter)