Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 359
In the night alleys of Suomi City, there is a mess everywhere.

Facts have proved that blocking the barbarian attack head-on is not a feasible strategy, and the damage of the city defense army is far greater than Atsk thought.Those experienced mercenaries cooperated with each other tacitly, but they still couldn't stand the powerful heavy weapons of the barbarians.

"Our army injured more than 15 people and killed 43 people... The enemy army killed 50 people and captured [-] people alive..."

Azike held the counted battle report with a livid face.For a novice commander, such a result is actually enough to boast about, not to mention that the strengths of the two sides are not completely equal.

But Atsk would never be satisfied with such a result, he turned around with a gloomy face and found Cyril who was relaxing his arms:

"Lord Adrian, I cannot accept it."

His serious tone made Cyril startled, especially since the address of the other party had been changed. Looking at the parchment in Azike's hand, Cyril asked cautiously, "Is the result... ugly?"

"It's not only ugly, 37 people were injured, 11 of them were seriously injured, and 15 people were killed in battle - what a loss for Siliki!" Atzke's voice gradually increased, "I really want to ask Ask Lord Adrian, what did you learn in Solconan!"

He slapped the piece of paper on the table vigorously, and almost shouted: "I don't know which college or teacher taught you the knowledge about battle arrays. Why do you still carry it when you know that the other party is a barbarian?" Our most elite archers go around! If Memphis and the others are handed over to me, the casualties will be reduced by at least two-thirds!"

Memphira, who walked into the room at the side, heard Azike's voice, and thought she was the one being criticized, so she couldn't help but hide for a while, but she stood up immediately and replied:
"Mr. Angers, I don't think the lord's decision is wrong. We elves are like this..."

"To talk about tactics, please ask your legion commander to come to me. Let me see which long ear will let the main archer who can cause the most damage go around in street fighting. What do you think you are? A rogue? Can sneak , backstab?"

Azike yelled at Memphera and turned back to Cyril, only to find that the latter raised his hands with a sincere expression on his face:
"Atzke, this... I really didn't know there would be such a large number of casualties, I apologize to you."

"You should apologize to those soldiers, the two commanders are very sad now." Atsk hummed softly.

Cyril's attitude has calmed down his anger. After all, this is Siliki's first battle, and being able to win against the barbarians is already very good——

What he felt distressed was that for a new army, a group of veterans with outstanding combat capabilities and rich experience were killed.

At this time, Azike calmed down, and after thinking about it, he found that he also had many shortcomings-if the soldiers in the front were not so crowded, the formation could be more rationally distributed, and ambush would be set up in the houses on the flanks to attack the barbarians. Clamp, so the damage will definitely be lighter.

But what was he thinking as he prepared?Recalling the fighting style of the barbarians in the North, recalling their brutal results, and then worried about how long the enemy army would arrive, and then hurriedly arranged.

Ah, so I'm just a rookie commander in a hurry?

Azike was in a daze, and suddenly realized the problem.Looking back at this moment, there were so many shortcomings in what he did - if he could really execute the things he learned in the academy perfectly, would he still have this record?

Leaving Solkonan, not entering the army for further studies like others, abandoning the future...

"Atsk, Atsk!"

He came back to his senses and saw that parchment was being handed in front of him, and the lord, who was tender and youthful, was waving his hand to wake him up.

"My lord, I lost my composure." Atzke coughed lightly, thinking to himself that he should be the one who should explain to the two regiment leaders and the soldiers more than the lord, and said at the same time: " Where were we talking? Speaking of—what house are you from?"

But Cyril's next sentence made his heart beat violently again after returning to normal speed:

"College? Ah, I'm not from Solkonan. Speaking of which, it only took me... two months to go from apprentice knight to earl?"

As soon as Cyril finished speaking, he was keenly aware of the clenched fist of Azike in front of him.

He stood up on the spot: "I'll go and see the leader of the barbarians first."

He blocked back all the foul language that Atzke was about to send out, then patted his thigh, turned around and slipped away.

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How the barbarian lord was captured, Cyril did not know.He only knew that when he quickly dealt with the fourteen barbarians and looked back, he saw the leader of the barbarians who was fighting with Shell was thrown on his back by a big bone dog and bit his arm superior.

Caroline finally avenged Inu.

The barbarian lord was escorted to the dungeon in Somi City. Cyril did not expect that such a small city would have a dungeon with complete torture equipment and a water prison.

There was a distorted firelight on the ancient stone wall. He walked quickly in the tunnel, and the torches around him were whistling.Walking all the way to the deepest part of the dungeon, I saw the leader of the barbarians who was hoisted by his hands roaring, constantly trying to attack the red-haired female swordsman a few meters in front of him, but every time he was pulled back by the shackles, and then issued More painful and angry roars.

"It's just a mad dog." Shell folded his arms and watched quietly, clicked his tongue, and then yawned: "It's useless, no matter how much you yell, it's useless, even if there is no help from that mad dog, the loser will lose." It must be you, look at the sword wound on your chest, hey, it’s still bleeding, does the puppy hurt? Are you not convinced? Come and hit me? I’m right here, can you reach it?”

Cyril couldn't help raising his eyebrows. This so-called "Amathir's Red Thunder" had a worse personality than he thought.He coughed lightly, and the latter immediately realized that Cyril was coming, flicked the long red ponytail, and said briskly:
"Hey, my lord, I think this time the competition..."

"I'm seventeen, how about you?"

Cyril looked at her expressionlessly: "If according to your conditions, your number should be zero, and you lose."

He clapped his hands easily: "Alright, let me have a look at our northern barbarian leader, how is the climate in Amasir, are you still used to it?"

He pulled a chair and sat down where Schell had stood, the leader had recognized as the man who had led a group of shooters through the backs of his own camp before they were routed.

The furious leader rushed forward crazily, and even the iron shelves on the side were ripped apart, but the quality of the dungeons in Suomi City was indeed guaranteed. Even if he tried his best, he was still far behind Cyril One head away.

"Look, you can't hit me." Cyril sighed and said softly:

"Then let's talk about who sent you here?"

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(End of this chapter)