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However, for the sake of insurance, he still asked: “Send scout to confirm the situation?”

“It has been dispatched.”

“Which army is our nearest Army to Horta?”

“It’s not clear, but it seems that the army from the Black Liquid Bay has captured a village called Emden nearby.”

“Oh, that’s Gerd Baron and his Knights.” Goran Elson Duke nodded: “Let them go to Horta and take a cavalry from the third Legigade of the Southern Legion.”

“Understand. Adult.”

Goran Elson Archduke watched one’s own Knight leave, he rolled up the map and placed it on the map. I couldn’t help but sighed and closed my eyes and reached for my forehead. He was not the first time on the battlefield. Aouine had almost no day to fight, halfway between noble and noble, noble and mountain people, Aouinian and Madara’s undead. The battle between large and small is played every month on the land of this old kingdom. He was on the battlefield with the old Golan Elson Archduke for the first time at the age of fourteen. Is a qualified military noble.

He even participated in the second Holy War. Although I have not experienced the most sinister battles, but more or less experience, it can be regarded as a battle. Goran Elson Duke knows that it is impossible to do everything in a war as planned. Only those who have not really experienced a battle will naively think that the war is proceeding according to plan, who plans More comprehensive, who can win.

But the truth is far from this. For those who are familiar with the war, the real war is more like a big adventure of luck. Especially on such a huge battlefield with a battlefield depth of more than ten kilometers, the two sides participating in the battle are almost always black and white. The party that can control the sky and has the advantage of superior strength may be slightly better. But the speed of the inefficient command and the reaction of the military will make the original plan a mistake.

It’s really on the battlefield. It’s not so much better than who’s plan. It’s better to say who is better. There are fewer mistakes made. If one party commits an unforgivable low-level mistake in a battle, the balance of war tends to tilt. And this kind of mistake is often unavoidable. Sometimes the two sides of a war will repeatedly make multiple repeated mistakes, and finally become the victory of a battle according to Mother Marsha’s Will.

For now, although there are more or less sudden situations on the battlefield, it is like the situation that Horta appears. But they are still within acceptable limits. The Buga people’s plan is very clever, except that the performer is part of the southern noble, and all other parts of the plan are perfectly reproduced.

Everything is moving in the right direction, but Goran Elson Archduke always feels that he can’t let go and feel that he has missed something. He was a little irritated and re-eyes opened his eyes, stood up from the table, and started to walk back and forth in the same place.

He is very convinced that the Buga’s efficient execution is said to have been shown by the White Lion Guards of the descendant of the Darus, but Golan Elson sneered at it. At least in the current battle, the other party did not show such a level, although their personal tactical literacy and strength really far exceed Aouine’s domestic similar by much.

The difference between the two is so obvious, so one’s own fear is coming again?

Goran Elson Archduke himself couldn’t understand this. He walked back to the table and picked up the pipe. He seemed to be ready to smoke a pipe. However, under the irritability, he did not have the patience to complete the meticulous work of loading tobacco and firing, and hehely re-released the pipe.

Then he heard the footsteps outside the tent, knowing that Knight, who had been sent out, had finally returned.

Duke’s adult finally couldn’t help but feel uneasy in his heart. He opened the curtain of the tent and eagerly asked: “What’s wrong, is there any problem with Orta’s direction?”

He suddenly stopped his mouth.

He saw one’s own Knight pale, holding a smashed helmet in his hands and standing in front of himself with trembling. The dark helmet looks like the Knight face of the Southern Territory, which is stained with blood.

“what happened?”

Golan Elson’s Archduke looks calm, his dark brown eyeballs staring at the helmet.

“Adult…Gedem Lord Baron, he…”

“What’s up with him?”

“Lord Baron, he… he’s already married, and his Knights… this is the news from Buga’s wizards…”

“What’s the matter?” Duke suppressed the anger in his tone, solemnly asked: “Are they not in the north of Horta? Could they be that they have not attacked me without order?”

Knight’s throat was rolling and he couldn’t say a word.

“How is Horta?”

“Adult, Horta has been taken back by the Trentheim people, no one has escaped. The Trentheim people launched a counterattack, they have crossed Emden…”