Eight Beacon Fire

"Ah!" With a big yawn, the Seris City guards stationed on the border looked sleepily in the direction of the rising sun.

The dazzling sunlight made him involuntarily narrow his eyes and look away. But soon, he realized something and looked at the east horizon again.

"Hey! Hey! Wake up!" He used his hand to block the sunlight and looked into the distance, while kicking his companions with his feet: "Mayne's soldiers! A lot of Mayne's soldiers!"

"What are you kicking me for? Mayne's soldiers? How can they come to the border to practice at this time..." Another sleeping soldier struggled to stand up, and there was a crisp sound from the collision of the armor.

"What did you say about Mayne's soldiers? Huh? Hell! Call the alarm! Mayne is attacking!" rubbing his eyes and looking in the direction his companion pointed, the soldier who had just been called up was drowsy and shouted loudly.

"Light the beacon! Hurry! Mayne has invaded!" Immediately, he was lying on the edge of the watchtower and shouted to his companions under the tower: "Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Arrow rain!" Before everyone could react, a stream of bows and arrows flew from Mayne's side. These bows and arrows fell from the sky and landed on the watchtower at this high place.

"Ah!" Unprepared, a soldier was covered with arrow shafts and struggled to climb off the high platform. At the place where he fell, Seris' soldiers dumped a bucket of black kerosene on the dry wood.

"Shield! Shield!" Kicked away the arrow shaft inserted on the ground, the officer in charge of the observation tower drew out his long sword, raised a huge shield, and loudly reminded his men.

Mayne's cavalry had already swarmed at this time, as many as ants. After serving here for three years, it was the first time that Serris officers had seen so many Mayne soldiers.

It's over... this is the thought in his mind. Beside him, the huge beacon has been ignited, the second round of the enemy's arrow rain has also fallen, and all the soldiers have raised their shields.

"Bang!" The Mayne soldiers carrying the giant tree began to ram the door of the beacon tower, and the soldiers on the beacon tower clenched their weapons in horror.

The enemy suddenly attacked, and they had no chance to retreat. When Mayne's soldiers rush in, they'll have no choice but to face death.

"Can't let them put out the flames! Long live Alan Hill! Long live Seris!" Looking at the crumbling gate, the officer raised his long sword.

"Kill!" A few lonely soldiers beside him raised their shields and blocked them on the stone ladder of the beacon tower. The sharp swords pointed at the gate.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the gate of the beacon tower was finally knocked open by a giant tree, and the soldiers of the Principality of Main rushed up. They were greeted by sturdy shields and sharp blades.

Metal and metal collided, and the soldiers of the Principality of Main who rushed up the stone ladder first fell down screaming, and more soldiers of Maine rushed up with their weapons.

One by one the Serris guards fell, and the rest had to retreat to the top of the steps. Behind them, the beacon has already rolled over and connected to the white clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

In the direction of the crenels of the beacon tower city wall, the Mayne soldiers who had climbed up the ladder surrounded the Serion guards who were only a few people left. Soon, Mayne's soldiers overwhelmed their opponents.

When Ensel boarded the high platform, the blood on it had not dried and solidified. The body of Officer Sirius was still lying beside the fire, and the ground was still full of unrecovered arrows.

After kicking the corpse, Ensel had a look of disgust on his face: "Put this fire out! Hurry up!"

Behind him, in the direction of Serris's hinterland, a black smoke column stretched into the distance and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

"Speed ​​up the march! Don't let the Alan Hill family have any time to react!" Encel looked down at the corpse of the Seris officer and ordered with a frown.

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With an angry expression, Chris pushed open the door of the conference hall with both hands. Because of the excessive force, the two doors slammed into the walls on both sides and made a loud bang.

He was wearing a black armor, and the armor pieces on his body collided with firm steps, making a nice clattering sound.

"Mayne actually came to the door himself and sent him to death?" As soon as he entered the door, the annoyed voice echoed on the sorghum, making people's ears buzz.

"Ensel is greedy and treacherous... undeclared war against us! His troops crossed the border yesterday, and they are probably at the edge of the eastern forest today." Diens said to Chris worriedly.

"General Vagron has prepared his army, and 500 cavalry and 500 new troops can set off at any time." Vagron's adjutant held his helmet, stood beside Chris, and reported the situation of combat readiness.

"Let's go immediately! We will block the opponent at the exit of the eastern forest for a decisive battle! There we can take advantage of firepower!" Chris looked at the map and made up his mind to block the opponent.

Although the opponent has an advantage in strength, Chris is still confident that he can defeat the opponent. Now he is thinking about how to quickly expand the results after defeating this enemy army.

"Let Vagron not have to fight! Order him to bring 300 cavalry and 300 new troops, 10 artillery pieces, bypass the main force of Maine, and attack the Castle of Maine directly!" After thinking for about a second, Chris decided Come on a two-pronged approach.

He has no time to waste, and it is a more reasonable way of fighting to be able to defeat the opponent at the same time, capture the opponent's rear foundation, expand his own territory, and solve future problems.

But in this way, Chris faced Ensel's troops head-on, and there were only a pitiful 400 people. Even if you count the soldiers who retreated in the direction of Mayne, Chris's troops will not exceed 500.

Four times as many enemies as Chris! This kind of battle does not seem to be suspenseful: it is not impossible to win more battles with less, but after all, it rarely happens.

"My lord! In this case, is it a bit of a risk to divide the troops?" Wagron's adjutant asked worriedly.

"Is it an adventure to defeat 2,000 people with 10 cannons?" Chris looked at the adjutant with a cruel smile on his face: "I'm afraid they surrendered too early, not enough for me to vent my hatred!"

"It's arranged like this! I personally lead 500 soldiers to fight Ensel in the eastern forest! You and Vagron go straight to Maine... There will be no future troubles!"

"Yes! Your Excellency!" The adjutant made a fist with his right hand, pressed his head to his chest and bowed his head in response, "Long live Ailan Hill!"

"Diens! You are in Seris City yourself!" Chris looked at Diens and Strid, who were a little nervous, and began to assign tasks.

After explaining Diens, he looked at Stride again and said, "You personally escort 1,000 gold coins to the Arrant Empire! Prepare to hand over Mayne's tax tribute after our victory!"

Now is not the time to turn against the Arlant Empire. The occupation of Maine must give the Arlant Empire an explanation. This is Chris' wishful thinking.

As long as the Arlant Empire does not pursue the occupation of Maine, then Chris can develop and expand his power with peace of mind and manage his territory even more powerfully.

A day later, Chris led 400 soldiers and gathered more than 80 soldiers who had retreated at the periphery of the eastern forest, blocking the only way to the city of Serris in the eastern deep forest.

On the afternoon of the same day, Ensel led 200 cavalry and 1,800 pieced together infantry, and appeared in the distance of Chris's camp.

Because it was too late and neither side had any intention of going to war on that day, Chris sent someone to send a letter to Ensel, condemning Ensel's despicable act of undeclaring war.

As a result, Ensel also replied with a letter, demanding Chris to surrender immediately and dedicate all his wealth and territory.

Of course, the two sides will not give up their troops for a truce, but just rest and prepare for a decisive battle. Early the next morning, Chris organized the soldiers out of his camp, posing a battle to the death with Ensel.

Encel also planned to finish his work in one battle, leading 1,000 main infantry and 200 cavalry, and set up a battle at a place 3 kilometers away from Chris's troops.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The dull sound of war drums beat on everyone's chest, making the air thicker and harder to breathe.

The battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the straight spear was erected in front of Chris like a forest.

The dark black vine pattern on his body was entwined on the armor, and it was delicate and delicate, flashing a slight cold light. The warhorse under his crotch snorted uneasily, and the horse's hooves with the big mouth of the bowl kept kicking the ground again.

This is the first time Chris has experienced a real battle, and no matter how rich the knowledge in his mind, it is inevitable that he will be a little nervous. Fortunately, judging from the number of people, this was just a battalion-level battle, and it did not exceed Chris's imagination.

"We have too few infantry troops in front of us, there are less than 100 people! We can't let the enemy attack! Otherwise, we have no capital to deal with!" Chris was thinking about the next tactics in his heart, and lightly placed his finger on the hilt of the sword. beating. This was his habit in his last life, and every time he thought, he liked to tap his fingers on hard objects.

The two hundred cavalry in his hand were used for counterattacks and for cleaning the battlefield, so he couldn't easily join the battle at this time.

Therefore, he did not have the capital and the enemy to consume each other, and could only rely on firepower to defeat the opponent unexpectedly, and quickly turned the decisive battle into a unilateral attack to kill.

"Order! Artillery reloads grenades! Five ammunition bases... Be ready to fire! Wait for my order!" Chris thought of this and turned to a messenger beside him.

As soon as the messenger pulled the reins, he immediately went to convey Chris' orders. At this moment, on the horizon, Mayne's phalanx began to slowly move forward with the accompaniment of war drums.