Chapter 756 Tomorrow, the last battle!
Looking at the house as dark as ruins, Moriya, who was holding a horse, looked calm.
Soon after, Lannes came up: "Your Highness, you didn't find any survivors. You probably moved out five days ago or even a week ago."
"A week ago..." Moriyati squatted down and pinched a pinch of black and gray. "We are the gravel army defeated five days ago. Can they predict whether they can?"
"I don't know this." Lannes was also puzzled, "These houses were burned at least five days ago, at least five days."
This is a village in the Nanbo Valley, but at this time it seems like the revival of the fire.
Some of the oats in the farmland were harvested in advance, leaving only a thorny stubble.
The other part was too late, so I just burned it with a fire.
The sheep pens were all pushed down, and the marks of the sheep's hooves being trampled on can be seen on the ground.
The thatched house made of soil and branches is now left with only broken walls with a height of chest.
The warm wind blew, and the bronze bell at the entrance of the village jingled.
This is the only intact vessel in the village, but at this moment only a thread of hemp rope is hanging, and it will land at some point.
No need to think too much, Moriyati knew that this must have been done by the knights of the Stone Raw.
Since yesterday, there has been no village or town on both sides of the Nanbo Valley that can obtain supplies.
Most villages and towns have become this miserable situation, with some living villagers being moved away and even slaughtered.
The only ones that did not suffer were probably those villages and towns located on the banks of the Naoan River.
As Meliati was pondering, she suddenly heard a scream. "It's the God of Sheep, the God of Sheep is angry." A horrified and crazy shout suddenly came from the village.
A thin shepherd, with dark eyes and tremblingly pointing at the sheep skull that was inserted: "The God of Sheep is riding!"
"Why is this rumor again?" Moriyati waved his hand impatiently, "Drag away, drag away."
Kahler would never have thought that this strange rumor would spread to all the shepherds in just three days.
Although they were careful, in the end, the rumor reached Meliati's ears.
Muriati despises this folk motto, but she has to pay attention to it.
Muriati knew them too well, even the people in Thousand River Valley were quite superstitious.
Horne can even obtain military power by relying on an outrageous move to the arrival of the Holy Father. If someone learns from him, it will be over.
Moliyati personally took continuous mental reading investigations, and almost had a mental illness attack, and only then did he examine several sources of transmission.
It’s a pity that either the crazy old man couldn’t read it out, or the child was bought by maltose.
But it is basically certain that the gravel original people are doing something conspiracy.
Muriati didn't want to bother these things anymore, so she simply forced herself to suppress them. Anyone who lifted them would be a whip.
The shepherd dared to thi in front of Meliati and was immediately whipped on the body by three officers next to him in one second.
One of the officers even yelled wildly, "Hey, don't be dead!" and kicked him down.
Several other officers swung their fists and smashed them down to the civilian's head, and a blue-purple swollen bag immediately began to swell. "Okay." In the end, it was Moriyati who called them to stop them, "Just shouting, "What are you doing for so many whips? Give them the two dinars and let him get out." "You are lucky. You meet us, Lord Moriyati."
The shepherd staggered away, but Moriyati was not so relaxed.
From these clues, she could basically infer the movements of the nobles of the gravel primitives. The first move to strengthen the walls and clear the fields is to not only cut off the wheat fields and collect sheep and people, but also burn the house.
This is mainly because of the fear that Moriyati uses ready-made wood to make siege equipment.
The second trick to spread rumors, create a plausible "God of Sheep" rumor, which shakes the morale of the army.
The third move conceals strength. So far, the title-sealed knight on the original side of the gravel has not appeared.
The number of imperial knights (Red Feather Arrow Knights) that appeared on the battlefield before were much smaller than expected.
Many corpses with the title of the Knight of the Order were found to have no power in the Order after being dissected by the wizards.
It is probably for the final showdown with her in the final battle.
It's so naive. Do they think this trick is useful?
Shaking his head, Meliati said to Lannes with a slight mocking, "It's all bright methods, and it feels worse than Barney Fors."
"After all, the Duke of Sequoia, who knows the best, has been caught by you." Lannes smiled, "The rest of them have no experience in large-scale battles, and they have no ability to command the corps. It's normal to become like this."
Moriyati didn't reply, but just looked around the village, sighed and stepped onto the war horse: "Let's go, we'll go back to the camp."
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Through the land buns and streams, Muriati and his group walked out of the tributary of the valley.
Because they could not obtain enough manpower and supplies, they had to rely on baggage ships and marched north along the Naoanhe River.
So the camp at Meliatiza is a small riverside town that is only 30 miles away from the salt flats.
The remaining distance can be reached in one day.
Today is the last day before the war.
Walking out of the valley, there was a sudden enlightenment of the valley plains in front of you.
The golden light of the sunset splits the clouds, and the colorful clouds surround the clouds layer by layer like ribbons.
The water wheel mill and the windmill mill were rotating, and the shepherds and merchants were watching the marching black army timidly.
There are brave people who even dare to sell soapcorns and potions to the soldiers.
On both sides of the road, the sunset dyed the originally yellow-green oat fields golden, and the river breeze blew, making a thrilling sound.
Moss-covered rocks were laid under the tall ash trees, and on the cobbled stream, several barefoot soldiers were singing loudly, carrying fresh fish in reeds.
"Lilacs bloom in my father's garden..."
"All the birds in the world build their nests here..."
"The blonde who used to be by my side can have a good sleep..."
Listening the singing from the river bank, Moriyati turned to the attendant and asked, "What song is this?"
"This is a folk song that was sung last year. The blonde around me sings about my hometown and my first love." The attendant carefully considered the words, "It is said that it was created by college students of the Holy Mechanics Court and sang a lot."
"Everyone misses home." Moriyati murmured.
This is different from fighting in Thousand River Valley before, which is fighting in front of home or even at home.
For those soldiers who have never left the village in their entire lives, the gravel is a truly distant country. "Do you need me to stop?" the attendant asked in a low voice.
Take a deep breath, Moriyati shook her head: "No, let them sing. Anyway, the attack on the Yantan Festival tomorrow will be the last battle!"
(The end of this chapter)