The setting sun is like blood.
The killing that lasted all day finally subsided.
The wolf cavalry camp has now become a real cemetery.
Dense black spots hovered in the sky, which were vultures attracted by the smell of blood.
Wherever there is death, there is their presence.
Of course, the Black Cavalry also suffered casualties, but the corpses of these fallen soldiers could not be left in the wild to be destroyed by wild beasts like the corpses of the trolls. Instead, they were all gathered together and burned.
When he saw the body of a high-ranking knight engulfed in fire, Colin was heartbroken beyond measure.
Such a waste!
But no matter how much Colin drooled, he did not dare to desecrate Pao Ze's body in front of the Black Cavalry.
Unwilling to give up, he also approached Earl Dawson and made a request to bury these fallen soldiers.
Earl Dawson rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you try digging a hole in this ice sheet first?"
Colin really tried.
Then I was exhausted to death.
The frozen soil here is too difficult to dig.
No wonder the Black Riders chose cremation.
In desperation, Colin could not continue to pester and had to give up.
After cleaning the battlefield, preliminary statistics of the results of this battle were obtained. The trolls left more than 30,000 corpses here.
Of course, more wolf cavalry took advantage of the chaos and fled.
So, the battle isn't quite over yet.
What follows is a bloody and brutal chase.
What was originally the Troll's headquarters has now become the temporary command post of the Black Cavalry.
Marquis Garcia gave out combat orders expressionlessly. Under his command, the Black Cavalry was like a sophisticated mechanical octopus, stretching out its tentacles to tightly wrap around the wolf cavalry who were trying to escape until they were captured. Hang them all.
Colin huddled in the corner, observing and studying carefully.
This is a rare opportunity.
Although he still didn't understand why Marquis Garcia would allow an outsider like him who did not belong to the Black Cavalry to observe and learn so unscrupulously, Colin would not feel embarrassed.
Not everyone has the opportunity to learn the art of war from the best general in the world.
Finally, the military order was issued.
One by one, the black cavalry generals walked out of the camp in silence.
No doubts, no objections.
This army was accustomed to obeying the orders of the Marquis of Garcia.
Because as long as you obey absolutely, you can win one victory after another.
Tried and true.
This is how prestige is established.
When a coach can continuously lead his men to victory one after another, then he is the god in the hearts of the soldiers!
In fact, this is the reason why famous generals are always jealous of the monarch.
In the military, a special group, everything is based on victory.
Even if he is a nominal monarch, if he cannot lead the soldiers to victory, then his orders will not be implemented at all.
The reason is simple. These soldiers don't understand politics or even loyalty, but they understand a simple truth - if you lose the battle, people will die.
Moreover, it is very likely that he will die.
So, in order to survive, you have to win.
If the rebellion can win, they will not hesitate to follow their coach to rebel.
Colin adjusted his armor and stretched his muscles.
Of course he didn't get any military orders, after all he was an outsider.
Besides him, there is actually another outsider here - Vera.
The female mage had actually dozed off, her head moving little by little, looking very cute.
But she couldn't blame her, after all, she was woken up at midnight last night, and today was a full day of intense fighting. She couldn't understand the military meeting just now, so she inevitably started to doze off.
"Hey, wake up." Colin came over and nudged Vera with his elbow.
"Ah? What's wrong?" Vera looked up in confusion, and immediately blushed when she saw Colin's narrow smile.
Over there, Marquis Garcia was still discussing something in a low voice with Count Dawson, seemingly not paying attention to the small movements of the two outsiders.
"Is this battle over?" Vera glanced at her uncle and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he didn't notice her.
"It's not completely over yet. Next, we have to hunt down the scattered wolf cavalry. We cannot let them reorganize, let alone join the main troll army in the southwest."
"Oh." Vera frowned slightly, but soon her face became firm again, and she didn't complain about anything.
To be honest, this Duke's adopted daughter does have a strong character and doesn't have any problems with being spoiled.
The mage's body is already weak, but she still insists on not falling behind, which is indeed commendable.
"Vera." Marquis Garcia looked over and said softly, "You will follow Count Dawson later and stay to clean up the battlefield. I will lead the army to continue the pursuit."
"Okay." Vera understood that her uncle was considering her, so she agreed obediently.
Then, Marquis Garcia looked at Colin: "Knight Colin, do you want to follow me or Earl Dawson?"
Colin immediately straightened his chest: "I am willing to follow you!"
Although it was safer to stay behind and develop a relationship with Vera, Colin knew the importance. How could he give up such a good learning opportunity.
At this time, Marquis Garcia was more attractive than Vera.
"Okay." Marquis Garcia nodded and strode out of the camp.
Colin hurriedly followed him.
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Although the Black Cavalry laid a dragnet to prevent the remnants of the Wolf Cavalry from joining the main Troll army, it was obviously impossible for there to be no fish that slipped through the net on this ice sheet that extended in all directions.
Most of the remnants of the wolf cavalry fled in the opposite direction under the deliberate driving of the black cavalry, but there were still a few wolf cavalry that broke through the heavy encirclement of the black cavalry and joined the main troll army.
So, the news of the defeat finally reached here.
The atmosphere in the army commander's tent was depressing and solemn.
The tall troll sitting on the main seat looked a little dazed at this time.
His name is Gambic Walkin.
He is the Southern Prince of the Troll Empire.
The trolls' ruling system is very similar to that of humans. This is actually the result of their efforts to learn and imitate after being repeatedly defeated by the Glorious Empire.
The supreme ruler is the troll emperor Murdoff Volgin, and under him are the four princes of the east, south, west, and north, whose status is similar to the four realm dukes of the Glorious Empire.
Among them, the Prince of the South is the best among the four kings in terms of prestige and strength.
The reason is simple, the south of the troll empire is the north.
This direction is not only the biggest threat to the troll empire, but also their ancestral land that they dream of.
Guarding the southern part of the Cangqiong Icefield, if he didn't have a certain level of strength, he would have received a box lunch long ago.
Therefore, when fighting against the North, unless the Troll Emperor personally leads the campaign, the Southern Prince will serve as the supreme commander.
This time is certainly no exception.
Gambic Volkin, the number two figure in the Troll Empire, is also an old acquaintance of Marquis Garcia.
The two have been fighting for more than ten years, and Gambic has basically never won.
But even so, his reputation within the Troll Empire is growing day by day.
The reason for such a strange situation is that although Gambic keeps losing, he loses the most beautifully. Sometimes he can even fight back and forth with Marquis Garcia.
As for the other generals of the Troll Empire, as long as they encountered the Black Cavalry, they would all lose and lose their pants.
Therefore, the tallest among the dwarfs, Gambic Volkin became the only troll general who could fight against Marquis Garcia.
During this southern expedition, while the Marquis of Garcia was transferred away from the front line, Prince Gambic finally felt proud and announced to the world with victory after victory——
It's not that Gambic isn't good, it's that Marquis Garcia is too perverted.
If you don't believe it, look, once Marquis Garcia is gone, there will be no one in the north who can rival him.
But unexpectedly, that Marquis Garcia was back!
Moreover, he also used this silent method to give himself such a harsh blow.
Prince Gambic was stunned for a long time before finally speaking.
His hoarse voice echoed in the handsome tent: "Tell me, what should we do now?"
However, the troll generals in the tent looked at each other and remained silent.
There was dead silence.