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The setting sun is like blood.
The killing that lasted all day finally subsided at this moment.
This wolf cavalry camp has now become a real graveyard.
There are dense black spots hovering in the sky, which are vultures attracted by the smell of blood.
Where there is death, there will be their shadows.
Of course, the Black Cavalry also had casualties, but the bodies of these fallen soldiers could not be thrown into the wild like trolls and let the wild beasts ruin them. Instead, they were all gathered and burned.
When he saw the corpse of a high-ranking knight swallowed by the fire, Colin was heartbroken.
Such a waste!
But no matter how Colin drooled, he did not dare to desecrate the corpse in front of the Black Cavalry.
Unwilling to give up, he also found Earl Dawson and asked for the burial of these fallen soldiers.
Earl Dawson rolled his eyes and dropped a sentence: "Why don't you try to dig a hole in this ice sheet?"
Colin really tried.
Then he was really tired.
The frozen soil here is too difficult to dig.
No wonder the Black Cavalry chose cremation.
In desperation, Colin couldn't continue to struggle, so he had to give up.
After cleaning the battlefield, there are preliminary statistics on the results of this battle. The trolls have left more than 30,000 corpses here.
Of course, more wolf cavalry took advantage of the chaos and fled.
Therefore, the battle has not yet come to an end.
The next step is a bloody and cruel pursuit.
The camp of the trolls has now become a temporary command post for the Black Cavalry.
Marquis Garcia gave a series of combat instructions without expression. Under his command, the Black Cavalry was like a sophisticated mechanical octopus, stretching out its tentacles, tightly wrapping around the wolf cavalry who tried to escape, until they all hanged.
Colin shrank in the corner, carefully observing and studying.
This is a rare opportunity.
Although he still doesn't understand why the Marquis of Garcia would allow him, an outsider who does not belong to the Black Cavalry, to observe and learn so unscrupulously, but Colin will not feel embarrassed.
Not everyone has the opportunity to learn the art of war from one of the best generals in the world.
Finally, the military order was issued.
The Black Cavalry generals walked out of the camp in silence.
There are no doubts and no opposition.
This army has become accustomed to obeying the orders of the Marquis of Garcia.
Because as long as you absolutely obey, you can win one victory after another.
Tried and tested.
This is how prestige is established.
When a leader can continue to lead and win one victory after another, then he is the god in the hearts of soldiers!
In fact, this is the root of why monarchs are always jealous of celebrities.
In this special army, everything speaks of victory.
Even if it is a nominal monarch, if he can't lead the soldiers to victory, then his orders will not be implemented.
The reason is simple. These soldiers don't understand politics or even loyalty, but they understand a simple truth - losing a war will kill you.
Moreover, it is most likely that it's them who will die.
Therefore, in order to survive, one must win.
If the rebellion can succeed, then they will not hesitate to follow the leader to rebel.
Colin straightened his armor and moved his muscles and bones a bit.
Of course, he didn't get any military orders, after all, he was an outsider.
In addition to him, there is actually another outsider here - Vera.
The female mage had actually dozed off, her head swayed little by little, very cute.
But don't blame her, after all, she was called up in the middle of the night last night, and today was another tense fight. She didn't understand the military meeting just now, and it was inevitable that she started to doze off.
"Hey, wake up." Colin leaned forward and stabbed Vera with his elbow.
"Ah? What's the matter?" Vera raised her head with a dazed expression, and immediately blushed when she saw Colin's narrow smile.
Over there, the Marquis of Garcia is still discussing with Earl Dawson in a low voice.
It seems that there is no attention to the small movements of these two outsiders.
"Is this battle over?" Vera glanced at her uncle and was quietly relieved when she saw that he didn't notice her.
"It's not completely over yet. Next, we have to hunt down the broken wolf cavalry. We can't let them reorganize, let alone let them join the main army of trolls in the southwest."
"Oh." Vera's brow slightly furrowed, but soon her face became firm again, and she hasn't complained.
To be honest, the Duke’s adopted daughter is indeed firm, and she has no spoiled nature.
The female mage looks weak at first sight, but she still insists on not falling behind, which is indeed commendable.
"Vera." Marquis Garcia looked over and said softly, "You will follow Earl Dawson in a moment to clear the battlefield. I will lead the army to continue pursuing."
"Okay." Vera understood that uncle was considerate of herself, so she obediently agreed.
Afterwards, the Marquis of Garcia looked at Colin: "Knight Colin, are you going to follow me or follow Earl Dawson?"
Colin straightened his chest immediately: "I want to follow you!"
Although it is safer to stay behind, and you can also cultivate relationships with Vera, Colin has a clear distinction, how could he give up such a good learning opportunity.
Marquis Garcia at this time was more attractive than Vera.
"Good." Marquis Garcia nodded and strode out of the camp.
Colin hurriedly followed up.
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Although the Black Cavalry laid a net to prevent the remnants of the wolf cavalry from meeting with the main force of the trolls, it is obviously impossible to completely close the net on this stretch of ice.
Most of the remnants of the wolf cavalry were deliberately driven by the Black Cavalry and fled in the opposite direction, but there were still a few wolf cavalry who broke through the heavy encirclement of the Black Cavalry and joined the main force of the trolls.
Thus, the news of the defeat finally reached here.
In the army's commanding tent, the atmosphere is depressed and solemn.
The tall troll sitting on the main seat had a trance.
His name is Gambik Volkin.
He is the Southern Prince of the Troll Empire.
The rule system of trolls is very similar to that of humans. This is actually the result of their hard work to imitate after being repeatedly defeated by the Glorious Empire.
The supreme ruler is the troll emperor - Murdoch Volkin, and the four princes of East, South, West, and North are under him, whose status is similar to that of the Duke of the Four Realms of the Glorious Empire.
Among them, the Southern Prince is the best of the four in terms of prestige and strength.
The reason is simple, the south of the Troll Empire is the north.
This direction is not only the biggest threat to the Troll Empire but also the ancestral land of their dreams.
Guarding the southern part of the Northern Icefield, if you don't have a certain strength, you would have lost a life long ago.
Therefore, when fighting in the north, unless the troll emperor is personally taking lead, the prince of the south will be the supreme commander.
This time is of course no exception.
Gambik Volkin, the number two figure in the Troll Empire, is also an old acquaintance of the Marquis of Garcia.
The two have fought for more than a decade, and Gambik has basically never won.
But even so, his reputation in the Troll Empire is increasing day by day.
The reason for such a weird situation is that although Gambik has always lost, he is the most beautiful loser, and sometimes he can even fight back and forth with the Marquis of Garcia.
As for other generals of the Troll Empire, as long as they encounter the Black Cavalry, they will all lose their underpants.
Therefore, Gambik Volkin became the only troll general who could fight the Marquis of Garcia.
This time on the southern expedition, while Marquis Garcia was transferred from the front line, Prince Gambik finally proved and declared to the world with victories--
It's not that Gambik can't do it, but Marquis Garcia is too perverted.
If you don't believe me, see, once Marquis Garcia is gone, there will be no one in the north to be his opponent.
But it was unexpected that the Marquis of Garcia had returned!
Moreover, in this silent way, he was so cruel.
Prince Gambik froze for a long time before finally speaking.
His hoarse voice echoed in the tent: "What should I do now?"
However, all the troll generals in the tent looked at me, and I looked at you, silent.
The audience was silent.
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