Mage Joan

Joan looked at each other's companions, and couldn't help being shocked by the fanatic speech of the major, but it was not easy to refute in person.

The atmosphere in the room gradually became low. Fortunately, a trumpet sound came out of the window. It was time to go to the restaurant.

The young college students, as if saved, took the opportunity to end the embarrassing chat and hurriedly said goodbye to the major.

Out of Major James's office, Hailar finally couldn't help vomiting.

"This Mr. Major, looks like a cultist, full of crooked ideas!"

"Prying his head away, we can know what the craziness of the madman looks like!"

"That's what I said." Audrey shook her head and interjected with a smile. "If craniography is true, it's difficult to explain something."

"Like me, my head is bigger than Joan, and the contours of the facial features are deeper than him. According to the theory of craniography, I should be smarter than Joan, but it is not the case!"

Joan rarely heard that Her Royal Highness was "self-confessed", and she could not help but suddenly.

Holden suddenly clapped his hands and sang a grinning poem with a smile.

"Big head, big head, don't worry about raining!"

"Others have umbrellas, my sister has a big head!"

"Asshole! Close your stinky mouth!"

Audrey gritted her teeth, flushed her face, flew a foot, and kicked **** her brother's butt.

...

Joan and his party came to the cafeteria and accompanied the cavalry officers led by Major James to lunch.

Major James no longer promotes the "craniomorphology" he believes in, and the dining atmosphere is generally relaxed and enjoyable.

After lunch, the troops were drawn.

"Blue Lancers" plus interns from Meadgard University, a total of more than 400 rides, walked out of the city gate and turned to the southwest.

The boring military life is lackluster, although the road conditions are not bad, after a long day of riding, people are tired and have backache.

Especially those young students who lacked the training for long-distance march are even more distressed. There are even people who have worn a saddle on the inside of their thighs and dyed their crotch crimson. It looks like they are coming to the "big aunt".

These people who are out of embarrassment are still boys. At the moment, they are deeply envious of the girls who also ride all day.

Ladies' saddles are different from men's. They can sit with their legs together and sit sideways on the saddle. They will work harder, but they will not get sore hips from the saddles, and they will not break the delicate skin on the inside of the thighs.

By the next morning, when the troops left the makeshift camp and went on the road again, most of the students had given up on horseback marching, and then withdrew to the side of the brigade to take a horse-drawn carriage instead.

Captain Powell, the quartermaster, seemed to have expected that this group of college students could not support it for two days. When he set off, he prepared an extra ten empty cars, and now it really comes in handy.

The Joan team and the Arnold team still insist on marching on horseback.

A little hard work is nothing to them.

Joan's riding has been really good, and his body is much stronger than before.

After a high-intensity march down the whole day, when camping in the evening, after dinner, everyone else was tired and turned to rest, but Jo Ann insisted on the previous work and rest system.

Joan carries the "Vitality Ring" with him and only needs to sleep for two hours a day to recover energy.

As for the accumulated fatigue of long-distance travel, drink a cup of "tears of God" to dispel the potion.

After taking the medicine, Joan recovered and stayed alone in the tent, competing to read a large bundle of Austrian and French periodicals that he carried with him. The time to meditate and study spells could be squeezed out.

After a three-day march, the troops arrived in the Bailun Mountains on the evening of May 7.

At this point of the march, the road conditions were getting worse.

In particular, there was a heavy rain just last night, and the water was overflowing along the way, and there were quagmire everywhere.

The troops had to slow down the pace of the march, moving forward on the wet and muddy mountain road.

Bad news sometimes came from behind, either that the cart carrying the materials was caught in the mud, or that the wheel axle was broken again.

Major James scolded Captain Baldwin for his uselessness, threatening his quartermaster repeatedly, saying that he would leave the logistics team and lead the cavalry to go on his own as planned.

Of course, this is just anger.

As a commander with rich combat experience, no matter how impatient Major James is, it is impossible to really drop the procrastinating convoy, otherwise the convoy protected by the cavalry will likely be the target of a large group of Pelidon attacks. .

Being dragged down by the convoy, the cavalry forces had to suspend their journey and rest on the spot.

Joan sat on his horse and looked at the mountains through the last rays of the setting sun. The scenery in front of him evoked his memories.

This barren mountain and wild ridge is surrounded by coniferous forest, desolate and quiet, and uninhabited.

Looking up from the foot of the mountain where the troops are located, the first thing to see is the remains of large and small mining fields, which have been deserted for a long time and mostly flooded with greenery.

Looking across the mountainside, looking up the steep ridge, the field of vision was quickly obscured by the clouds in the air.

Although he couldn't see the towering peaks, Joan knew that the hillside volcanic lake, the cliffs and the valleys covered by the jungle were the habitats of a large group of Pelidon.

As early as more than three months ago, he had invisibly flew to the top of the mountain and spotted Pelydon's lair on the spot.

Just as Joan was fascinated by the memories, there was a sudden gunfire across the front of a mountain beam, and there was a faint roar of wild animals coming in the wind.

Joan immediately heard the roar of the male Pelidon, his face slightly changed, and quickly reminded the companions beside him to be careful.

Audrey looked in the direction of the gunshots and roars, her beautiful face and dignified expression.

The last glory of the west sky finally disappeared behind the mountains.

As night fell, in the dim wilderness, the gunshots and the roar of the beast were thrilling.

"The place where the abnormal movement came is at least two or three miles away from us, and there are hills and dense forests covering it. I can't see what happened."

Hailar frowned, muttering to himself.

"It's likely that Pelydong was attacking a passing business trip. It's useless to wait here. It's better to fly over and have a look. Maybe we can't help."

Holden shouted eagerly.

Audrey waved her hand, instructing her brother to be restless. Turning the horse's head, he ran towards Arnold and his party who were also concerned about the abnormal movement in the distance.

"The movement across the mountain beams, you must have been aware of it, what are your plans now?" Audrey asked Arnold bluntly.

Arnold hesitated for a moment and replied in a low voice: "I would really like to check what happened, but... this is not a school after all, the army is a place of rules, we still have to wait for Major James to take the idea, no Act without permission."

"Cavalry is inconvenient to cross mountains and forests. Even if you rush to the incident site now, it will take at least two hours to reach the scene. I'm afraid it will be too late." Audrey said with some concern.

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