Ride and Cut

In the temporarily requisitioned mayor's mansion of Chaksh, the head of the Griffon Ambitious Legion, Baron Capet, was gulping down a glass of local home-brewed cider, trying to relieve the endless migraine.

He lost count of the days since war was declared on Pompeii, but it had been a long time. Even training dogs to drill through fire rings for such a long time should have achieved some results, but every senior Stuart officer knows that the country's upper command is still a complete mess-this is a more decent way of saying it, but in fact most people use it in private.

It is well known that Stuart's single corps is too small to undertake campaign functions alone, so before the battle, it must be temporarily organized according to the orders from above.

Baron Capet received an order from the military headquarters two months ago, and his legion joined the guard of the royal capital nearby. This is the most reasonable grouping, and Capet has already been mentally prepared and will be in place soon.

Fifteen days ago, another order was received, this time from His Majesty King Beruni, requesting that the Griffin Ambition be transferred to Winter City. Although it is inevitable to complain in my heart, after ten days of marching, the head of the legion once again led his troops into position.

The fatal problem is that three days ago, Capet received another transfer order, still from His Majesty Belluni, asking them to return to the capital!

Before he had time to sit still in Winter City, and hadn't eaten enough of the local specialty blue cheese, Griffin Ambition had to wave goodbye to his new comrades and set out on the road again. This time, they were not as calm as the previous two times. Pompeii's army had already been dispatched, and just happened to hold these 4,000 hapless men on the way.

After a series of skirmish battles, the scouts attached to the legion basically announced their reimbursement. Capet already knew in his heart that the opponent's light cavalry was of extremely high standard. My griffin ambition is mainly based on infantry, and if I insist on withdrawing, I will be chased and killed by cavalry. If you don't want to go to the gallows, you'd better not command like that.

So he had no choice but to lead his men into the small town of Chakesh, looking for an opportunity to defend the city and fight.

The worse problem now is that they have left the old system but have not had time to connect with the new system. Capet doesn't even know who is his boss besides the military department and His Majesty now. I don't know how the surrounding friendly forces are arranged, and I don't know where to go for help now!

This confusion is not without reason.

Capet picked up a few slices of ham and swallowed them with the wine.

For a long time, even common people have known that their sovereign, His Majesty Beruni, has little interest in government affairs, and prefers to spend time and drink in his own palace, and to conduct some research on longevity witchcraft that was dismissed as groundless by the Magic Association.

Therefore, in recent years, Stuart's government affairs have been mainly resolved by a cabinet composed of several ministers. Originally, it has been running smoothly, at least there will be no major problems, and some voices even think that this is a better way than the emperor's monopoly.

But since a few months ago, His Majesty Belluni suddenly returned as a king and began to intervene in government affairs very forcefully.

If His Majesty Belluni becomes a diligent and good king from now on, it would be a good talk. But the truth is often cruel, and soon everyone realized that he was just fooling around!

To him, the so-called government affairs are more like a new adjustment after getting tired of spending time and drinking. It is a well-known fact that Pompeii has developed far better than Stuart in recent years. However, His Majesty Belluni ignored everyone's objections and forcibly declared war on Pompeii in the name of the court, resulting in the only full-scale war among the three powers in the past century.

After that, it was like playing chess, commanding troops to come and go at will, which was nothing in comparison.

As far as Capet knows, some folks have begun to secretly call Belluni the "mad king", just like the rebel Nero.

"How's the situation?" He raised his glass and drank the remaining wine in one gulp, then grabbed the wine bottle and poured a full glass again as if venting.

"The barbarians from Pompeii are coming up." Surrounding Capet were the best and most heroic knights of the entire legion. Facing the upcoming battle, they looked fearless and all of them were straight. At first glance, they looked like cucumber eggs full of honor and my life.

"Come on, let's go take a look." Capet threw the wine glass on the floor and broke it into pieces, put on his helmet and led the knights to the observation post behind the wall.

Chakeshi is surrounded by extremely vast and flat fields. After the crops are harvested, there is almost no cover, and the entire range of sight can be regarded as unobstructed.

The opponent was making the final preparations before attacking. Teams of light cavalry and centaurs whistled and threw arrows back and forth on the wall. There are also quite a few archers, under the command of the officer, shooting waves of arrows soaring into the sky, reaching the peak and then falling suddenly after a little stagnation.

Capet suddenly drew his sword like lightning and slashed, easily knocking away the arrows flying towards him. Before the others could react, the long sword had been sheathed again, and the martial arts were obviously extremely superb.

"It's actually three big arrows." He bent down to pick up the arrow shaft that fell at his feet, and a cut mark was clearly visible in the middle.

It is significantly longer than ordinary arrows, and it weighs extra heavy in the hand. Judging from the feeling of blocking, the strength is very good. If the distance is a little closer, ordinary iron armor may not be able to withstand this kind of heavy arrow shooting.

A dozen of the bravest sergeants ran over with shields in hand, and built a shield wall in front of the adults.

The opponent's archer is only mediocre, and it doesn't take much advantage to shoot against Griffin's ambition. But those rangers are very powerful, and they almost bite the flesh with riding and shooting. Especially the few centaurs inside, holding a purple shirt longbow in their hands, their power and accuracy are terrifying, and once they hit, they can directly take people off the wall.

Their performance made Capet more and more sure that his previous choice to defend on the spot was completely correct. Rangers of this quantity and quality are absolutely capable of turning a chase into a battle royale.

"Look at those earth-moving dragons. It is estimated that just one collision can directly smash down the wall under our feet." Although I have heard relevant information from the scouts, but compared with what I saw with my own eyes, it is completely different.

Capet had to admit that these hill-like heavy cavalry could only be described as terrifying, relying on such a thin city wall, the Griffin Ambition was almost impossible to resist. Once the city wall was knocked open, it would be a dream for the infantry to rely on the formation to resist the dragon. No matter how united a pile of eggs is in front of the stone, it is not worth mentioning.

But it is completely nonsense to say how nervous or even afraid he is. Not only was the legion commander himself smiling calmly, but even the ordinary soldiers around him were not intimidated, even though they knew they couldn't deal with those ground dragons.

Because it was not only Griffon Ambition who was transferred between the capital and Winter City.

Now they are trapped together in this small town of Chakesh.