Blue Sword

"Mortar?" The adjutant was stunned for a moment.

All mortar units must continue to bombard the Orin trees on the top of the mountain. This is an order personally issued by His Majesty King Boniface.

Isn't it a good idea for you to use it for personal use? Will I be allowed to take the blame then...

"What? Do you have a problem?" Alfred narrowed his eyes, showing a dangerous expression.

The adjutant, who was well versed in the ways of the workplace, immediately shook his head: "No problem! It's just that the mortar force is directly under His Majesty the King. I'm afraid they won't easily obey the command of an adjutant of mine. Can you please provide a written order to His Excellency Alfred?"

"That's natural." Alfred said calmly, waved his hand and wrote a note, and finally signed his name.

The adjutant took it and looked at it. What was written on it was to the effect that "the northern front line has been infiltrated by the enemy's elite troops. More than half of the front line knights have been lost. The mortar unit is required to provide bombing support."

Well, it's true that the elite troops lost more than half of the frontline knights, but there is no direct causal relationship between the two! Isn't the reason why more than half of the losses were due to your weird fueling tactics?

The adjutant expressed his admiration for Alfred's penmanship. It seems that every sentence is true, but it can be interpreted as the opposite meaning.

Even if you are discovered afterwards, you still can't accuse him of this. After all, it was you who misunderstood and not the other person who lied.

The adjutant shook his head with emotion, thinking that he was still too young and naive, and not as experienced as Sir Alfred.

Well, I still have to learn one.

Taking the note, the adjutant found the commander of the mortar unit in the rear. This Crusader veteran who was nearly forty years old was sweating profusely from his work.

There is no other reason. All artillery units are dispersed and fight independently. Therefore, the commander has to give separate orders to each team, instructing them to maintain maneuverability while shooting, and try to avoid the flames and thunder projected from the top of the mountain.

"Your Excellency Erich!" the adjutant immediately handed over the note, "This is a request from His Excellency Alfred, the commander of the northern front line, to apply for fire support from the mortar unit!"

Commander Erich took the note and looked at it, and he was immediately shocked.

Did the Northern Front Cavaliers lose more than half of their troops? I remember that there were more than 600 knights on your northern front line alone! More than three hundred people have been killed? Is the opponent an elite force composed of demigods?

"I will send you a mortar unit immediately." Commander Erich said seriously, "The northern defense line must be held! Otherwise, our scattered artillery boys will be hit by a double blow from above and around us! "

"Yes!" The adjutant gave a military salute.

On the other side, everyone was gradually losing their strength after fighting fiercely with Cang Qing Sword for several hours.

"The frequency of enemy encounters has begun to decrease." Eleanor gasped, leaning her spear on the ground to rest for a while, "Is it because we have begun to enter the enemy's hinterland?"

"It's probably because the losses were too great." Sheila looked around cautiously, "Be careful of snipers and assassins."

"No." Medea corrected her, "The other party knows that I have psychic abilities, so they can't be stupid enough to send someone to sneak attack. Unless..."

Before he finished speaking, a sharp low whistle came from the distance.

"Teleport!" Ask's shout rang out immediately, and everyone quickly activated their spirituality and entered Hearthfire Island without even thinking about it.

So only the artifact ancient book was left on the spot. Under the continuous bombardment of several mortar shells, the shock wave flew up and finally landed on the ruins with a snap.

Still intact.

A few minutes later, a certain figure teleported from Hearth Island. As soon as he entered the main plane, he opened a parasol in his hand, intending to teleport into the shadow realm when the situation was not good.

This is the method Asker taught Mia: hold up a parasol during the day, and with the help of the shadow cast by the parasol, you can enter the shadow realm to avoid attacks anytime and anywhere.

If the parasol is destroyed by an attack and the shadow disappears, teleport back immediately before the spirit is damaged. This will give you about 2-3 seconds of invincibility. Because the body travels between the two planes, it will not be harmed from the main plane. .

Players call it the "card invincible frame method".

There are still many such cheap tricks in Asik's memory, and he plans to teach them to the girls one after another in the future.

After crouching for a while holding a parasol, Mia confirmed that there was no follow-up mortar bombardment, and quickly went to Fire Island to call everyone out.

At the Crusaders' frontline command post, Alfred laughed heartily after learning that the mortar unit had launched a large amount of firepower at the latest coordinates.

"Aren't you very capable, ah? You killed nearly half of my knights?" He said viciously as if to relieve his anger, and waved to call the adjutant, "Go, let a team of knights go over, and send the body of that team to I'm here to use their commander's head as a chamber pot."

The adjutant was speechless and had to ask the correspondent to contact a team on the front line and repeat Alfred's order.

"Are you kidding!" Sir Marrero on the other side said angrily, "Nearly half of our comrades have already been ordered by your idiots to rush to the front line to die! Now you are here to lie to my team again!"

"No, Sir Malero." The adjutant explained bravely, "The mortar troops have bombed the enemy team several times, and now it is estimated that only corpses are left over there."

"If you can get the corpse of the culprit, it will also be good for your team's combat merit calculation,"

"Really?" Sir Malero hesitated. If you just go to pick up corpses, there is no danger.

Considering that this enemy team killed nearly half of the frontline knights, the head bounty for the relevant people should be very high.

After asking the subordinates around him and confirming that several mortar shells had been fired in the distance, Sir Malero hesitantly agreed.

So this small team headed towards the coordinates. When they were still two hundred meters away from their destination, they unfortunately met everyone from the Blue Sword Mercenary Group.

On the other side, the adjutant sat next to the correspondent exhausted, listening to the correspondent complaining and grumbling to him.

Today, the vast majority of the frontline Crusaders refuse to obey orders from Alfred, calling him a "fool", and even his direct correspondents are also affected.

Every time the correspondent contacted the Cavaliers, he would be scolded with "shit" by the other party, which put a lot of pressure on the correspondent himself.

I'm just a messenger, why should I bear the grievances of the low-level knights?

The adjutant expressed his deep sympathy and sympathy for this.

Just as the two were pouring out their grievances to each other, another urgent message suddenly came.

As soon as the correspondent picked up the call, he heard Sir Malero's furious and desperate shouts from inside:

"Viscount Longfellow! I'll fuck your mother! Your whole family will go to hell..."

Then there was a scream from the other side, and communication was interrupted.

The adjutant stood up expressionlessly. He was the Viscount Longfellow who was stalked in front of him in the communication. At this time, his heart began to turn upside down.

"It's okay." Adjutant Longfellow patted the correspondent's shoulder and immediately went to find Alfred.