Blood Dragon

Section 34 Awakening

A delicate and progressive atmosphere filled the tent.No one spoke, and people's eyes flashed with confusion, surprise, puzzlement and other things.

"Ashurfate, come here." Leo took Ashurfate to a deserted place at the entrance of the tent.

"You can't do this. The soldiers are tired. There is no particular reason for them to continue fighting like this, which will make the entire army dissatisfied."

"I can't help it. Leo, Thomas is going to die. I can't think of a place to get 'Myrrh' except Wolf's Mouth Castle! We must take that castle as quickly as possible."

"But do you know how many people will oppose you? I know you love Thomas, and so do I! I can't wait to get a Pegasus and fly directly to Wolf's Mouth Castle! But I can't do it fast!" Ou looked at Ashuruffat angrily. "If the soldiers have resentment, if the knights are dissatisfied with you, what do you use to attack the city? We have persisted in Derek for so long, you should know how much strength is needed to attack the city! If the soldiers have no courage, if the soldiers They refuse to charge, if the soldiers avoid the battle, then how many troops will be useless! We really can't rush too much at this time."

"but……"

"If we rush to Wolf's Mouth Castle but can't take the city, then Thomas is really hopeless!" Leo clenched his fists. "We can only rely on those detachable siege towers to conquer Wolf's Mouth Castle. You know very well that these things can only be used once! The enemy will be prepared for the second time, and the siege battle can only be done in one go! There is no second chance !" <The cold night wind blew past, blowing on the faces of the two of them, making them extraordinarily cold.

"Leo, you are right." Ashuruffat finally spoke. "We rest for a day, carefully clean the battlefield, deal with the wounded and prisoners, and then set off..."

"I'll tell them, you don't want to go in," Leo said. "I'll tell them it's just a moment of excitement."

Leo walked into the tent, leaving Ashurfat standing alone in the cold wind of the night.He raised his head and looked at the sky. At this time, the sky was full of brilliant stars, but a meteor streaked across the sky and fell in an unknown distance.According to legend, the fall of a meteor represents the death of a mortal hero.At this moment, no one knows who lost his life.

He heard strange footsteps, but when he turned his head to look, he unexpectedly saw the prophetess Fei'er.Mayfair smiled and looked at him with an indescribable expression.

"Miss Mayfair..." He was a little surprised.Mayfair is here, and Thomas...

"General Thomas wants to see you, Count."

A few minutes later, Ashuruffat came to Thomas' tent.The peculiar smell of festering wounds was still there, but Thomas was already lying there half-lying, with a hint of a smile on his pale face.

"Master Thomas!" Ashuruffat exclaimed in surprise. "you're awake?"

"I've already heard about your victory today from Mayfair." Thomas smiled.This smile affected his injury, causing a look of pain to appear on his face instantly. "A great victory. How did you come up with the idea of ​​getting the militiamen together? You are not afraid that they will be defeated once they fight? You must know that the knights, even the apprentice knights, look down on the militiamen and think that the militiamen have no fighting power."

"It was Duncan who inspired me." Ashuruffat replied truthfully.

"Duncan?"

"You may have forgotten that it was the knight you enshrined after we defeated Greyhound in the mountains. He was originally just a militia captain. Later, when Derek was defending the city, he and I went to attack the Paro people at night. I died heroically in front of my eyes." When talking about Duncan, Ashuruffat couldn't help but feel sad.And William Daly, and many others.

"Since he has become a knight, he must strictly follow the way of a knight. It is his honor to die heroically on the battlefield. The God of Nature will accept his noble soul." Thomas said. "What did he inspire you with?"

"A militiaman, after being named a knight, will become extremely heroic. And his martial arts skills are not inferior to other knights. I found out later that many 'militiamen' are not really randomly selected from ordinary peasants. Most of the militiamen are hereditary... Many militiamen are born in militia families, serving as soldiers from generation to generation, relying on the lord's salary, trophies and rewards to support themselves and their families. Some have accompanied the lord's son to participate in training since childhood. However, On the battlefield, their performance is far inferior to that of apprentice knights. Therefore, I think the key lies in two aspects of equipment and morale. The militiamen's equipment is poor, and their morale is far inferior to that of knights. Especially morale On the one hand. Knights pursue honor, and there is supervision behind the court of honor. If a knight escapes on the battlefield, he will face a trial by the court of honor. Once he is convicted, his territory will be confiscated and his title will be stripped... For knights For us, it is a fate worse than death. And no one has the leisure to care about the rout of the militia on the battlefield. They will hardly be punished for their rout."

"You're right..." Thomas thought for a while. "However, it is very difficult to improve the morale of the militiamen in a short period of time. Everyone, including themselves, thinks that the militiamen are far inferior to knights, and they don't think it is a shameful thing for them to flee. Only when the situation is dominant , or under the stern eyes of the knights, they will fight better...how did you solve this problem?"

"But if they fight seriously, their combat effectiveness is actually pretty good. That's why I let some knights mix with them and fight on foot together, so that I can better supervise them. I also stay with them and try to improve their courage. In fact, my judgment is proved. In fact, there is still a lot of fighting potential among the militia. I still remember when you canonized two militia captains as knights. At that time, I remember that all the militiamen had The look of eagerness to try, eager to express themselves in battle. They should be very eager to become knights."

Thomas smiled again.

"Smart decision... Ashurfat, you did a great job. But you have to know that your actions will bring you trouble later. If you force them to dismount and fight with the militia, they will feel humiliated. Others will think that you are sacrificing other people's self-esteem to improve your own reputation, which will cause great disadvantage to you personally."

"I don't care." Ashuruffat replied.

Thomas suddenly stared at Ashuruffat's face with a penetrating gaze, as long as there was a trace of a lie in his expression, he would definitely be discovered.

Thomas quickly looked away.It is impolite to stare in someone's face like that.

"The general ideal of militiamen is to become a militia captain or a horse squire. In this way, if they can no longer serve in the army, they can also get a decent job-many knight widows or businessmen need such people as their own Guards or assistants. If they are injured and disabled, the state will be responsible for arranging them a job as a handyman. It is the dream of the militiamen to become a knight-an unattainable dream. Ashurfate, if you can Dreams become reality, and you only need to make dreams less out of reach, and you will find how amazing courage and strength can erupt from ordinary people."

Thomas seemed to have struggled to finish the sentence, and then he waved his hand. "Ashrufat, let your 'deputies' and Leo come to see me."

"Master Thomas, your body...needs more rest."

"I know my physical condition. Tell them to come here, and you can go." Thomas ordered in an indisputable tone. <The temperature at night is actually not much better than in winter.The militiamen in charge of vigilance in several camps had just changed their guards and were warming up by a campfire that had not been extinguished, rubbing their hands and stomping their feet at the same time.

Ashuruffat stood alone in this clearing.Recently, his physique has become stronger and stronger, and it can be said that he is invulnerable to cold and heat.Although his skin could feel the temperature change, it didn't feel cold at all-even though he was wearing few clothes.He suddenly remembered one thing, it seemed that after every bloody battle, his body would undergo rapid changes.It seems that his power is getting stronger with the killing.

The thought made him feel chills.

There were footsteps behind him, and Ashuruffat recognized the footsteps of the prophetess Faile without turning his head.

"Count, don't you rest yet?" Mayfair's voice sounded soft.I don't know who said that the female prophets are indifferent, arrogant and unapproachable.It turns out that, at best, it was to strangers.After long-term contact, you will find that the female prophets are not so exaggerated.They are human after all.

"I'm not tired...Maybe it's because I was too excited after winning the battle." Ashuruffat replied with self-mocking.

"Actually, Lord Thomas didn't have anything to do with summoning those people. He just met with them once and chatted a little bit. Incidentally, he explained that it was his instruction to let the knights dismount this time. Also, he emphasized that he was unwell, I will entrust you with the specific affairs of future operations."

"What did you say?"

"He is just taking responsibility for you. Don't worry, Master Thomas has great prestige in Casillas and is admired by all Cassillas knights. It is simply not for him to let the knights dismount and fight with the militia Negative effects. Everyone will only praise him for his clever use of troops, creativity and forward-looking. No one will accuse him of hurting the honor of the knight in pursuit of personal prestige. This is politics."

"This is politics? What Thomas can do...but I can't..." Ashuruffat thought of Thomas enduring the pain all over his body, pretending to be mentally healthy, and taking responsibility for him.It hurt his heart to think of the way Thomas could touch the wound with a smile.

"How's Thomas' injury?" he asked.

"I don't want to hide, Earl. But General Thomas...I'm afraid he won't last 20 days. 'Myrrh', you must get 'Myrrh', or there is no hope. Not even the blessing of the god of nature can protect Thomas General."

Ashuruffat suddenly took a step forward and hugged Fei'er.This sudden move made Mayfair panic.But although she panicked, she didn't resist.

"Thank you, Miss Faier." Ashuruffat said in a low voice. "Thank you for helping me take care of Thomas all the time."