Chapter 85 It’s our turn to express our gratitude.
The battlefield is red.
Even upwind, you can smell the strong smell of blood.
Hardy did not release the Nightmare Knight form. With his current magical ability and physical fitness, he could maintain the Knight form for more than three hours without any problem.
He scanned the battlefield, looking at the flesh, flesh and organs, without any fluctuation in his heart.
It is difficult to distinguish the appearance of the enemy who was run over by the heavy cavalry legion.
We are all reduced to flesh, you are in me, and I am in you.
Those knights who fell from their horses also met a similar fate.
Therefore, armor has a very important purpose at this time, for identifying one's identity.
Even if the armor is deformed by being stepped on, there are always clues to the identity of the deceased from the emblem engraved on it or the style of the armor.
Some knights went to clean up the battlefield, while others dismounted and rested.
But none of them disarmed because Hadi did not give the order.
About two hours later, the person in charge of cleaning the battlefield came back. He looked at Hardy and said: "A total of sixteen brothers fell from their horses. Only one was lucky enough to survive. The others can't be found."
"We can find them ." Their armor?"
The man nodded and said, "Everyone's armor has been recovered. The next step is to clean it."
"What's your name?"
The man took off his helmet and let Hardy see him clearly. s face.
"I am the honorary knight of Hukaro City, Mallory." The man was quite young. He looked at Hardy with admiration in his eyes: "Although I have not yet reported to your command, in fact, I I'm already your vassal."
Mallory is a knight who has lived in Hukaro City for generations. Whoever is the lord of Hukaro City will be his vassal, but relatively speaking, his most important The superiors are still the Jeanne family, and this has not changed.
Hardy looked at this man in surprise. For Hukaro City, he needed to build his own team to manage it better.
After all, managing a small mountainous area and a real city are two different concepts.
As for Mallory in front of you, you can pay attention first.
After all, they have fought together, so their starting loyalty should be relatively high.
"Tell other captains or corps commanders to wait half an hour and gather at the commander's camp."
After that, the huge black knight left the knights and walked to the station alone.
Mallory nodded, now happy to carry out Hardy's orders.
When he arrived at the station, under the enthusiastic gaze of many soldiers in the infantry regiment, Hardy released the form of the Nightmare Knight.
Victor stood in front of the coach's tent and looked at Hardy strangely.
He also watched the previous battle from a high place. The black knight led the white armor knight to charge. Whether it was timing, formation shift, or tactical turn after the charge, the black knight did it perfectly.
This upended his view of Hardy.
More than an hour ago, Victor thought that Hadi was just a young man who was very good at politics and proficient in tactics and strategy.
In fact, this is already very powerful.
At least everyone in Jeanna's family can't compare to him.
But now... Hardy is actually still a real strong man.
Nightmare Knight.
This profession is not unique to demons, but the probability of humans being able to change jobs into this profession is too low.
The required conditions are just too harsh.
The higher the job transfer requirements, the stronger the young man's basic abilities are.
What's more, he's very handsome.
How could there be such a perfect young man in this world?
Although Victor is already in his thirties, he looks more mature compared to Hardy, who is in his early sixteenth year. But now he feels that he is a joke and has lived in vain for more than thirty years.
"Hardy, thank you very much." Seeing Hardy walking over, Victor smiled.
Although he was a little jealous, he was more impressed and happy.
Such a powerful young man is a vassal of their Jeanna family.
"How is the situation with Sir Dora?" Hardy asked.
"The injury has stabilized." At this point, Victor was obviously much happier: "The priests said he would wake up in a few more hours."
Hardy also breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, he and Dora are acquaintances, and besides, Dora is not annoying. It is indeed a good thing that the other party can survive.
"What to do next?" Victor asked as he walked into the coach's tent: "Although I am stupid, I can see that the other three royal bloodlines are not simply trying to weaken us. They want us to let them down. The lives of everyone in the Na family."
Hardy followed him and walked into the tent. He asked, "Do you have any ideas, Sir Victor?"
"No ideas?" Victor shook his head: "I am still blind now. If I do The decision will probably only harm everyone."
Hardy frowned: "So..."
"You make the decision." Victor smiled: "I will follow your command this time."
Hardy looked at Victor with some surprise.
Generally speaking, upper-class nobles want to save face, and they rarely listen to the words of their subordinate vassals.
As for a staff member... in modern terms, he is a data analyst.
There is no decision-making power.
"Really, I'm not kidding." Victor said sincerely: "I'm not the kind of person who likes to hold on to power." Hardy
understood. He nodded, found a chair to sit down, and said, "Let Let me think about the current situation."
Victor smiled to show his understanding. He also sat down and closed his eyes to rest.
About half an hour later, the captain and corps commander of the cavalry regiment arrived. The white armor on each person's body was stained with a lot of blood.
The handsome tent was very crowded and smelly, with a strong smell of blood.
But no one cares.
The eyes of the white-armored knights switched between Victor and Hardy.
After a while, Victor stood up first and said, "All subsequent wartime decisions will be made by Hardy."
Hardy stood up and nodded to Victor to express his gratitude.
After all, this is in a public place, and the face should be given to the 'host'.
"I won't say any unnecessary nonsense." Hardy looked around and found that everyone looked at him with respect. There was no one who was unruly: "Now we have to stabilize the situation. Who can tell me how to escape? In which direction did the two infantry regiments of the Lion Army go?"
Malok raised his hand and said: "Sir Hardy, I know this. The remaining infantry regiment of the Lion Army went to the west, and the Two-Headed Dragon Family The legion hid in the woods, but judging from the movements of birds and animals in the woods, they should move back to their own territory."
"So what's the situation with the city gate defenders?"
"Not only is the military passage closed, but the main gate is also closed." A man with a Chinese-style face hugged his helmet and smiled and said: "So the Royal Guards' The deserters couldn't return to the scene at all. Almost all of them were caught by us and tied up outside."
After hearing this, Hardy chuckled and said: "It's pretty much what I expected, so now we have to divide our troops into three groups. . Temporarily split the 600-man cavalry regiment into three parts."
Everyone looked at Hardy.
"Now you nominate three people who have titles and are good at leading troops."
Without any selection, three people immediately stood up.
Hardy smiled and said to them: "Each person will bring two hundred cavalry. One group will follow me to capture the strategic high ground near the forest farm. One group will go west to raid the territory of the Two-Headed Dragon. Its main task is to attack their military facilities. . It would be best if we could capture a few direct bloodlines of the two-headed dragons and bring them back." "
The third branch goes to the south to raid the territory of the Lion Faction. The tactical purpose is the same. Do you understand?"
(End of this chapter)