Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

When Milin's army, which consisted of only a dozen people, was less than half a day away from the temporarily abandoned village.

At a similar distance directly opposite the direction of travel, a "large army" of more than 400 people was also slowly squirming.

The disorganized queues and the cavalrymen running back and forth shouting and cursing could not speed up the team, all proving the status of this unit as a motley crew.

But in fact, this kind of army composed of a small number of professional soldiers and a large number of temporary or simply forcibly recruited militiamen can be regarded as the normal appearance of the army under the command of the nobles of this world.

The militiamen in this army who just wore thick cotton clothes and held a long sword as a weapon may have been ordinary farmers, herdsmen, or even criminals a few days ago.

Except for those who really want to join the army and make achievements and gain fame and wealth, most of these militiamen are just a living.

Being able to charge on the battlefield is considered a sign of great courage.

Even the most feeble-minded nobles cannot place their hopes of victory on these militiamen who are purely for numbers.

What can truly reflect the actual combat effectiveness of these noble armies are the off-duty troops under the nobles.

For example, there are cavalrymen who are shouting and cursing in the militia queue, and even whipping with riding whips, as well as armored infantrymen holding shields walking on both sides of the military formation, and long-range troops carrying longbows or crossbows.

In this army, there are nearly a hundred such elite troops.

Seemingly dissatisfied with the current marching speed, the cavalryman who had just whipped the militiamen rode up to the baggage convoy at the back of the center of the military formation, and said to another cavalryman whose armor was no different from his own:

"Master Pahlavi, at the current rate, we won't be able to reach the nearest village until nightfall."

Lord Pahlavi, who is known as greedy, has nothing to do with greed in his image.

He is not the fat-headed, big-eared figure that comes to mind when people hear the word greed. Instead, he is the image of a standard imperial handsome man with both bravery and delicate appearance.

The armor he wore was not like that of Lord Escalon who was defeated by Milin with a sword. He wished he could inlay all the gems he could find into his armor.

It's just an ordinary knight's armor, at most it's cleaner than the knights around him.

Well, not cleaner, but a lot cleaner.

When his subordinates were reporting, the lord with curly black hair and dark pupils was using a purple silk handkerchief to wipe a mud spot on his arm armor that was almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

After wiping it several times and polishing the already bright gauntlet again, the lord with the name of greed spoke:

"Then stay nearby and set up camp as soon as it gets dark."

"But if that happens, will it affect morale?" said the cavalryman who was one of Pahlavi's adjutants.

Because the assembly was too hasty, there were already at least thirty deserters along the way.

"Don't worry, although Deus is a fool, he is at least a warrior. Those who can defeat him deserve to be treated with caution." Pahlavi carefully folded the used handkerchief and stuffed it into the waist pocket of his armor.

"My lord, are you worried about an ambush?" the adjutant asked doubtfully.

"I just don't want any accidents to happen." Judging from his tone, Pahlavi was cautious but not too concerned.

"What if those people didn't intend to stop us at all? I remember that the people who killed Deus were just a group of mercenaries." The adjutant said.

"Doesn't that just prove that a barbarian like Deus is not qualified to be a lord at all." Pahlavi mocked in an undisguised sarcastic tone:

"Do you really think that if you get that thing, you can become a real noble?"

When Pahlavi said these words, the adjutant who was reporting on the work, as well as several knights in costumes guarding Pahlavi, all remained silent as if they were looking at the nose, nose and heart.

"Okay, step back and let the scouts expand the scope of the investigation." Pahlavi, who realized that he had made a mistake, waved his hand and said.

The adjutant immediately turned around and left his lord as if he had been granted amnesty, and once again waved the whip in his hand to urge the militiamen.

"Huh, be careful." Milin, who was squatting on a tree and whose color was similar to that of the tree, complained as he looked at the enemy soldiers who started to set up camp as soon as the sky started to darken.

Milin, who had not had much contact with the regular army since time travel, encountered such a cautious enemy for the first time.

At first, Milin thought that the other party would camp in the village under darkness.

In that case, Milin, who has already made some preparations in the village, can prepare the celebration banquet in advance.

When Milin complained, Attila, who had trotted all the way to the tree, climbed up to Milin and whispered:

"mission completed."

"Good job." Milin casually handed the telescope with night vision function to Attila.

When he took the telescope, Attila's clothes instantly changed into the same brand of forest camouflage color as Milin's.

Although it was the first time he saw this kind of equipment, Attila, who knew how to use it once he got it, raised his telescope and looked at the area in the camp where he had just performed his mission.

Just when the army had just driven stakes and set up tents to set up camp, Attila sneaked in alone and put some food in the overnight hay prepared for the livestock.

It's not something particularly powerful, it just makes those war horses and pack horses so indigestible that they can't go to the battlefield.

As for how Attila got in, it can only be said that Milin's urgent instructions on force bewitchment were of some use.

For people with weak willpower, Force bewitchment is almost an instant hypnosis.

Milin would squat in the tree for such a long time. In addition to monitoring the opponent's camp construction, he was watching how Attila completed this infiltration that could earn at least a three-star rating.

"You can try to find a box to wear next time." Milin suggested to Attila.

"Box?" Attila glanced at Milin with some confusion. She didn't remember that there was a suitable box in the camp that could hold people.

And hiding in a box and sneaking in sounds weird... Wait, Master Yonebayashi won't use this method to dislike his body shape, right?

"Ahem" Sensing Attila's twists and turns in his mind, Milin quickly interrupted his thoughts and changed the subject:

"Are you sure you fell into the overnight fodder?"

"Sure." Attila thought for a moment and added in a very positive tone: "The method is the same."

"Oh, right." After hearing Attila's explanation, Milin suddenly remembered the origin of Attila's grassland people.

As a people on horseback, it would be strange if they didn't understand how fodder is distributed.

The purpose of leaving fodder overnight is to prevent the army's livestock from being as effective as it should be the next day.

Both the transportation of baggage and the combat of cavalry will be greatly affected, especially the latter's reconnaissance ability.

Lord Pahlavi, who almost discovered this situation early the next morning, covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to block the stench that permeated the camp, and looked coldly towards the depths of the forest, seemingly looking at the place a hundred miles away. Escalon.

"Sir, it will take at least a day for the cavalry troops to regain their combat effectiveness." The adjutant who walked over said, and after finishing speaking, he cursed in a vicious tone:

"Those damn mercenaries know these dirty tricks."

"This is also a tactic commonly used by the imperial army, especially when dealing with the grassland people in the east." Pahlavi continued to order without being very angry:

"Stay stationed, check the water source, and someone must keep an eye on the whole process when redistributing the forage. The remaining horses will be given priority to ensure the scouting force."

"Yes, sir, but what about the rations? We don't carry much, it's only enough to last for about ten days." The adjutant then asked.

"Disband some of the militiamen and check the livestock at the same time. If it doesn't work, kill them directly, including the war horses." Pahlavi continued to issue orders.

"Disbanding the militia now will only make them..." the adjutant said hesitantly.

"This is not just a coincidence, it will also cause some trouble for them." Pahlavi said indifferently.