Imperial Crown.

Chapter 87 Transformation
Just as Raven's horse hooves trampled the snow leading to the scorpion's nest, Eric's camp fell into silence.

Although they had won a great victory, there was no joy in the Eagle Army, because the losses in this battle were equally huge for them.

Twenty-seven people were killed or seriously injured in the battle, which was almost a quarter of the total number of troops, and there were countless people who were slightly injured.

Stroking the letter with the Baron's seal in his hand, Eric frowned with a lingering cloud.

"Captain Eric." Simon stepped forward and saluted, his voice a little hoarse: "...The third tongue also confessed, and the content is similar to the previous one."

"The snow chicken in the scorpion's nest is 'Bent'."

Simon's face was filled with guilt and self-blame, because Bent was the scout who fell into the snow pit before he left the Bloody Highlands!
"...That's not surprising." Eric nodded in a low voice: "I was wondering how Jose could call out my name."

"Let me contact the Baron!" Simon said anxiously, "Bent has met the Baron and knows our Eagle Army very well. If the Baron doesn't know this information, it's very likely..."

"This is the third time you've asked me for this." Eric sighed, "So I have to deny you for the third time."

"There are Heleti scouts everywhere outside. It's better if you don't go out. Once you go out and get discovered, it will immediately alert the 'Sand King' that we still have people left outside!"

"I went there in the dark without a torch." Simon's eyes were firm: "It's my mistake, I will make up for it!"

"No." Eric shook his head firmly. "Baron Raven just ordered a crow to launch an attack at dawn. He will take advantage of the darkness to attack. Even if you can sneak over in the dark, you will only catch nothing."

As he said this, he handed the letter to Simon.

The latter took it and looked at it, his expression solemn and annoyed.

Eric thought Simon would complain that Baron Raven was not considerate of his subordinates, or continue to regret that he did not lead the scout team well, but he did not expect the latter to say something else:

"Then we must fully cooperate with Lord Baron. The seriously injured soldiers... I will help them get rid of them."

Eric's eyes showed a hint of surprise, and also a hint of relief: "You have such awareness... very good."

"Call Gore, Link, and Mosingan over here. I'll make some more arrangements for the tactics."

"Where's Visdon?"

"Let him rest for a while."

"Yes!" Simon obeyed the order and turned away.

His footsteps were very quiet, but they were extremely clear in the silent camp, waking up White, who was already a light sleeper.

Raising his eyelids and looking at Simon's receding back, White suddenly felt a little nervous.

It is not a good thing for these soldiers that this extraordinary person is still busy at this time. They may not have enough time to get enough rest before they have to face the next battle.

When White thought of the battle during the day, his hand unconsciously touched his collarbone and he felt a dull pain.

He had seen it, and it was completely blue and even swollen. This was the most profound mark left by the battle.

White was a sword and shield soldier. Not only did he stand on the front line to resist three waves of arrows, but he also faced a charge from horse bandits.

It can be said that he was lucky, because the horse of the horse thief who rushed in front of him was hit by a crossbow arrow, fell down, and stopped in front of him.

But his comrades were not so lucky.

White watched helplessly as a comrade was crushed by a fallen warhorse just three meters away from him, and then trampled by the hooves of the following horse. When the battlefield was cleaned up, one of his arms was still missing.

He was terrified at the time.

A horse thief rushed over wielding a war hammer. Long training saved White's life - he subconsciously raised his shield, but although he didn't have time to use force, the shield hit his shoulder with his arm, causing his left hand to be swollen and leaving a scar on his collarbone.

But he survived after all.

In fact, he now doesn't quite know how he survived.

Everywhere he looked, there were bandits and their war horses. He could only stand back to back with his surviving comrades, covering each other, defending against the enemy's attacks while stabbing them twice. He even killed a bandit.

Before that, he thought that when he killed someone for the first time, he would be nervous, panicked, and even start vomiting like the characters in knight novels.

But I didn't feel anything.

Maybe it's because he doesn't want to die.

Now he gradually began to feel that going to the battlefield was no big deal, either kill or be killed.

White pinched his shoulder again, grimacing in pain: "At least now, I'm not the one who was killed."

"...I hope it never is."

White was not the only one talking to himself. Weston also couldn't sleep.

He took off his mail armor for the first time and curled up in his blanket, holding the jerky that Denise had prepared for him.

The dried meat had become soft due to his saliva, but he still couldn't bear to eat it.

This is the last piece.

When he thought of Denise, a smug smile appeared on Weston's face.

When I go back this time and tell my mother about what happened to me, she won't believe it.

I killed three horse thieves with my own hands, three!

Who can say I'm not a man?

Today's battle made him appreciate more deeply Raven's foresight when he was training his troops.

Although he had no experience in commanding battles, Visdon still knew how to judge the strengths and weaknesses of his soldiers. Facing the horse bandits who were rushing over like a city wall, the Eagle Army did not retreat at all!

And afterwards, the Eagle Army did not collapse during the melee, but held their line.

This is the importance of discipline.

Even Vesdon himself was so frightened that he dared not move!
So now Visdon regretted his behavior more and more, and he could understand why Raven was so angry.

These soldiers are all serving the Griffith family. To harm them is to harm your own interests and lives!
"Brother is so kind to me. He can forgive me even though I did such a bad thing." He touched the enchanted chain mail lying beside him: "I have to work harder to prove myself!"

Having said that, Visdon's eyes lit up and he clenched his fists tightly.

In the next battle, I must kill more!
Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Weisdong was startled. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Simon's voice: "...Captain Eric wants to call us for something."

"Okay! You go first, I'll come after I put on my armor!" Visdon immediately agreed.

Even with only one arm, Visdon had mastered the wearing of chain mail, and in ten minutes he appeared in front of Eric's campfire.

The atmosphere was a little depressing for a while.

Eric placed Raven's letter in the center and looked around with a serious look: "The Baron has ordered us to start the attack immediately tomorrow morning and engage in a field battle with the horse thieves."

"We need someone among us to be a pioneer and take the lead."

"The Baron also knows the danger, so he promised that those who serve as pioneers will receive a reward of 3,000 gold coins!"

"Who's coming?"

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(End of this chapter)