Take Taobao with you to another world

Chapter 236 Presenting the Flag

In the large conference room of the barracks, Takla turned around from the map, put his hands on the table, and looked at everyone present with amber eyes, "I have nothing to say, what else do you want to ask, "

Several captains looked at each other, each with a smile on their faces. The three werewolf captains present still looked doubtful, but no one asked any more questions.

"That's it, let's go tomorrow." Takla put the pencil on the table with a click, "Now, disband,"

In Sachel's infirmary, Boss was holding the phone with a surprised expression, "Patriarch, are you still staying there?...Yes, we are ready...Yes, there should be no What's the problem... yes, I see."

He put down the phone, turned to look at the white-haired man beside him, "Pharmacist, do you want to go too?"

The pharmacist looked at the quiet phone on the table, shook his head, "I'm here."

In the fox tribe on the other side of the river, the patriarch Aquinas walked out of the house. The spring day has been fine recently, the sun is warm and the wind is blowing, and the grassland is peaceful and peaceful, just like every good year in the past. In the sky, in the oncoming wind, the smell of iron and blood became stronger and stronger.

He thought of his youngest son who was in a human settlement at this time. That child was always so adventurous, but he was not for himself, but for the tribe.He remembered the contemptuous expressions of those servants on the emissary team from the imperial capital when they passed through Hekel. Their eyes seemed to be looking at a group of insects and ants. After crossing the river, these emissaries have been silent.

This is a gamble, and Huckle hesitantly, has no choice but to tie his fate to the chariot of humans and werewolves.

Tira opened his eyes, looked at the white ceiling, and after a moment, sat up abruptly.As he got up, the other foxes in the dormitory also woke up. They habitually made the bed first, then put cloth towels on their shoulders, picked up clay pots, and went to wash one by one. All the clothes on the head were buttoned up, the belt was fastened, the dagger was inserted, and all the small gadgets were placed properly. Finally, they lined up in front of the only mirror to tidy up their appearance.

After finishing all the housework, standing in front of Tira was a well-dressed, quiet and upright team.

Tira looked at these tribesmen, saw the different meanings in the unified eyes cast on him, and took a deep breath.

"The Horde is with us!"

The monotonous drum beats beat the air one after another, penetrating the vast training ground, gray streams of people gathered from all directions towards the center, they had the same short haircut, wore the same military uniform, and tied the same wide weapon belt , Black gun barrels stood behind them like a forest, and every team stepped into the field formed by white coils, and the drummers standing shirtless on both sides of the earth platform would raise their drumsticks, thickening them one by one, as if hitting the hearts of the people. on the drums.The melody of the drums came from Sacher's war drums, echoing the almost identical footsteps of the orc and human team, as if even the ground was shaking.

When they stood in a row, forming an array of squares with sharp edges and corners, even if they saw it with their own eyes, it was hard to imagine that this was the result of a month.

Looking at the scene on the high platform, Scar heard the murmurs of the young werewolf who could hardly hear him. Gray Wolf Keel glanced at the werewolf, but said nothing.

At the same time as the team gathered, another group of people came from the other direction of the high platform. All the young humans were wearing gray or blue uniforms, which made the middle-aged and old people in colorful national costumes appear in the big environment. It was quite conspicuous, and without Kiel coming to explain, Scar knew that these were the patriarchs or elders of the mountain tribe who came to Sacher with the magician.

"Heckel's Aquinas patriarch is here too," Keel said.

Amidst the thicker and more majestic drumbeats, Scar heard these words, and he sneered as he looked at the steel formations under his feet.

Patriarch Aquinas is also wearing the traditional costume of the fox tribe, and he is not outstanding among those tribes with their own uniqueness. He was invited yesterday, and now it is the second time to set foot on the land of human settlements. Er's path has entered this military camp so far, and he has not been able to witness the current situation of human settlements, but as long as he looks at the current situation of this military camp, and the surprising formations, there is almost no difference except for the appearance and skin color With a strict team, he is enough to understand many things.

He looked at the back of the tall and slender human being who was walking ahead and surrounded by everyone.

The "talented" light on this black-haired magician was too bright, almost covering up another part of his characteristics. The few meetings and countless guesses later did not let the patriarch Aquinas know much about the magician. On the contrary, the more one hears and sees, the more one fears the depth and strength of this human being.Talented people only really trust and rely on their own strength, and they don't care about other things except strength and power.To be able to build such a barracks, to integrate such a complex group of people into such a capable team, even if this was not done by the Far Eastern magician himself, it was the apprentices who accepted his inheritance that achieved all of this.

He looked at the well-defined array, and saw the brightly colored hair tops of his clansmen almost at a glance. With complicated emotions, Patriarch Aquinas followed them to the high platform, and then saw his son, who was at this distance from him. I couldn't see Tira's expression clearly, but his posture was more neat than anyone else's.

After arriving on the earthen platform, all the people spontaneously lined up and stood apart to the two sides, allowing the real ruler of the settlement and Sacher to stand in the middle, and the drums were gradually lowered.

Takla brought the microphone stand over, Yun Shen looked aside inquiringly, Scar gave him a sideways glance, then went straight to the front of the stage, reached out and knocked on the microphone, there was no one beside him in this position, and he came down from the stage His gaze was so dense, human and werewolf, that at this moment he could barely distinguish their faces.

"I won't go into too much detail," Scar said, looking at the people in the audience. "The invaders have arrived, and we are about to embark on a journey. Our goal is victory, and all we want is victory." He paused Suddenly, amid the rising cheers of the werewolves, he said, "There is only one outcome in this war, and that is our victory!"

Compared with him, Yun Shen didn't have any passionate words.

"I'm right here, waiting for everyone to return in triumph."

After finishing speaking, he took a step back and let Takla go forward. The young man restrained all his frivolity, and he announced the next content of the swearing-in meeting in two languages ​​in a calm and reliable tone—flag presentation.

Tira quietly watched this simple but solemn ceremony. His fellow clansmen just found this scene novel, but he knew that the meaning behind it was far more than what they saw on the surface.The captains of the werewolves and humans stepped up to the high platform one by one, and received the uniform red flags from the Far East Warlock and the Patriarch Sachel respectively. Tila thought maliciously that Scar Nightmare could be seriously injured if the dozen or so small captains handed over the banner?The movements of human beings are much more regular. After receiving the flag from the black-haired magician, everyone will raise their hands to their eyebrows and point to a knife to salute, and the Far East magician will return the same solemnly. etiquette.

Tira watched all this, and was still a little overwhelmed when she heard her name.A captain who was already familiar with him in front of him gestured to him with his eyes, and Tira hurried forward with strides, his thoughts were confused along the way.

Is Scar Nightmare or the Far East Magician presenting the flag to him? When they hand over the flag to him, will they be silent or say something? What kind of etiquette should he use? Huckle has never had such a serious ceremony... With these thoughts in mind, I walked up to the high platform, and my steps were as natural as possible, but even I felt the muscles in my legs tightened as I walked forward.The Far East magician turned half sideways, and took a flag from a ceremonial staff behind him.

Tira breathed a sigh of relief.

The weight of the flagpole falling on his hands was both light and heavy. Tira raised his head. This was the first time he looked at the face of the Far Eastern magician so closely. He was of a similar height and the uniform set off his elegant figure. Due to the delicate facial features of ordinary Zhongzhou people, the quiet eyebrows and eyes are as black as ink, making people feel like a whirlpool. Tila struggled to move his gaze away, and then found that the other party extended his hand to him. He had seen this etiquette before, and hesitated. He also stretched out his hand.

Warm and slender fingers held his rough palm, and the Far East magician looked at him with those dark eyes and smiled.

Tira turned around like the others, and waved it vigorously in the long spring wind. The warm colors in the sun almost burned people's eyes and ignited the passion in people's hearts.Tira felt the resistance in the wind and the sense of steadfastness in his strong grasp. He finally felt that he had stepped into the torrent.

The link of the flag-giving ceremony itself is not cumbersome. The reason and significance of the war have been repeated again and again during this month. All the equipment has been distributed and the luggage has been carried on the back. The next step is to set off.

Thousands of people led by the red flag moved forward along the winding road, like an unstoppable trend.

When the team passed Sachel, the cavalry of the werewolves had also lined up neatly by the side of the road. Their armor glistened in the sun.Their eyes made brief contact with the passing humans and orcs, and they were silent with each other.Compared with this well-equipped cavalry, after continuous marching, these soldiers with spears seemed to be far inferior to this prestigious frontier army in terms of equipment and spirit except for their numbers, but even they themselves What they couldn't believe was that they were about to face the tens of thousands of strong beast army, sniped at the enemy several times their own, blocked, surrounded, and even defeated them.

After the long flow of infantrymen passed by, the leader of the team, Boss, set his sights on the following baggage train.

In less than two days' journey, even with the time for setting up an ambush and waiting, the food and grass burden of the combined human and werewolf team cannot be considered heavy. Their combat power does not include horses at all, and armor is not included in the equipment. The craftsmanship of the dry food is extremely exquisite, and they can hold three days' rations in their backpacks, which can be described as light and simple.Most of the heavy convoy in the back is loaded with heavy weapons that can really play a decisive role in war.

Boss turned to Scar and said, "It's a little different from the past."

Before this team arrived, their patriarch had returned to the tribe.

"Compared to last year?" Scar asked.

"Yes," said Boss, still watching the convoy passing in front of him, "more subtle and more complex."

Boss looked at the convoy in front of him. On the carts pulled by the rough horses, the shiny black and short cannon body appeared in front of them without any concealment. Killing intent—Both was a little unsure if this was just his own imagination, or if it was the will of a real craftsman during the manufacturing process.

"I used to think they were huge things," Scar said.

"The first time I saw them, I couldn't imagine how powerful they really are," Boss said. "They're made of very hard metal, but they're not heavy."

"It's really not heavy," Scar said, "and one person can carry it."

Boss looked at the back of the convoy, which was pulled by a double-headed horse, and the wheels were half a man's height. The thick thatch cushioned the rows of wooden boxes stacked on the cart.It was the same box that came to the battlefield with the human team last year.

"One man carries the cannon, five men carry the 'shells', and the rest use weapons called 'guns' to guard and kill approaching enemies..." Boss said, "On the mountain, no matter on the Still, as long as the 'shells' remain, they are virtually invincible."

"Almost." Scar said quietly.

Perth looked at his patriarch with some doubts.

"Who can say for sure what will happen?" Scar said, "Even the Far Eastern magician can't guarantee it."

When the human and werewolf teams were advancing, Lacerda's strong beast army also accelerated their pace and passed through a hill and gravel field. They were crossing the river and heading towards the natural barrier between Huckle and this desolate area.

Padra looked at the team that was wading, and glanced at the sky anxiously.

They had been walking for three days and still hadn't crossed the area.And three days ago, when he got into the big car where the shamans were, he saw several communication stones shatter in front of him as soon as he got in the car. It was a message from the imperial capital, indicating the information about the war hidden in the secret box. Divination results.Whether in the past or the present, prophecy always does not give people the exact direction. Even the great shaman, who is most favored by the beast god, sees a fuzzy and multi-branched future, just like the underground root system of a plant, but in the end reality only will bear a fruit.

The shaman retrieved a cracked bone from the locket, this time finally giving him a clear target.

Their enemies have set out, and between them one side will choose the field.

Even if Sacher unites the power of humans and the riverside foxes, only Sachel's Knight of Biss can cause losses to the main force of the strong beast army. No chance.If there is any weakness in Padra's army, it is that their team is too large, and they may be ambushed when they pass through a narrow area. With Sachel's strength, it is not impossible to cut them off.The scout battle is a clear trap signal.

Their view is blocked, but they must still move forward.Padra never underestimated the wisdom of Scar Nightmare and the cunning of that human being hidden in the dark. What's more, this kind of tactics was also used by Leidi Samor on the crack invader. Padra didn't know that Scar ·Whether Nightmare has accepted these inheritances, but as a general with normal reason, instead of blindly believing that the servants can cooperate with them, it is better to prevent this from happening as much as possible.

Only on one's own battlefield can one secure victory.

Padra said to the Lion Clan beside him: "I will crush them completely on the plain."

"It will be soon," said the Lion Clan.