After the night attack of Zhang 172, the general looked puzzled and reported that the loss of war horses was very serious. More than 40 war horses specially equipped for heavy knights were stolen, and the remaining war horses were also seriously injured. After a preliminary count, there were only about 100 war horses that could be used. There were less than ten top war horses left that could carry heavy knights.

"What!?" the Viscount screamed, his face turned pale, as if he could faint at any time. "I only have ten of my cute and expensive war horses left! What's going on?"

In the Viscount's team, each heavy knight is equipped with two war horses. Therefore, half of the gold coins spent on arming a heavy knight are consumed on the war horses. Now there are only ten of the top-level war horses left, which means that the Viscount's tens of thousands of gold coins have disappeared out of thin air, so how can he not feel distressed?

The general lowered his head and said nothing. In fact, he had not said one more thing, that is, the main target of the enemy's night attack was not the viscount, but the horse circle. But once this sentence was said, he was very clear about the consequences. The arrogant Viscount Shim would never allow the enemy's primary target not himself, but a group of livestock. In order to clear this shame, Viscount Shim would fight to the death with the insulting people.

The general knew Viscount very well, which meant that his command would be deprived of Viscount, and the fate of this army was worrying. From this night attack, Richard's troops had shown fierce and incompetent combat power, coming and going like the wind, and broke the enemy with one blow, immediately flew away after giving the enemy a heavy blow, without any desire to fight. Such enemies, even if they were less than half of the Viscount's army, the general himself would never dare to underestimate the enemy. And if it was commanded by Him himself...

The general was ready to be scolded again. When the Viscount was tired of scolding, it was time to sleep. The next day, the Viscount would forget about what tonight and do whatever he should do. In Shim's eyes, the loss of war horses and soldiers was only a few gold coins. What Viscount lacked the least is gold coins. Although when losing gold coins, even if it was only a few hundred small losses, he would feel heartbroken.

However, just as the storm was about to pass, the Viscount's guard captain walked into the camp. When the general saw the Guard captain, his face immediately looked a little ugly. The Guard captain was tall and mighty, with a dignified appearance, and his level ten strength was considered a careless one. The key to his ability to sit in this position was actually because he was Viscount's cousin and was very good at slapping horses and making small reports.

Sure enough, the first sentence of the Captain of the Guard was: "Master Viscount, the main target of the enemy's night attack tonight seems to be our war horses."

The general only felt that his eyes were dark.

Viscount Shim immediately screamed: "What did you say?! In the eyes of these rural bullies, can I, whose status is extremely noble and whose pedigree is extremely noble, cannot match a group of animals!"

The captain of the guard looked heavy and heartbroken: "It seems that this is the case, Lord Viscount."

"This group of damn country bumpkins! The stinking stinking of horse feces! I must catch them with my own hands, whip them for ten days, and then hang them at the entrance of my castle to show their opinions. I want everyone to see clearly what the end of those who dare to despise and insult me ​​will be! The whole army will advance at full speed tomorrow morning, and I will completely defeat them under the earthen wall of that country bumpkin!"

Richard's temporary camp was located ten kilometers away, which was extremely bold. However, under the darkness, he had just succeeded in the night attack, so Richard was definitely not afraid that Viscount Shim would dare to chase after him.

The first thing you need to do when marching in the mountains is to be familiar with the terrain. Even if the Viscount's army really has the ability to track it, the ten-kilometer road is neither long nor short, and at least half of the energy of the pursuers. At that time, the waiting for the pursuers will be an ambush again. The long blood-stained land is the land that Richard is already very familiar with. The wind-blooded teeth wandering on the blood-stained land is Richard's eyes.

Richard stood at a high place in the camp and looked at the soldiers who returned to the camp one after another. The night wind blew on his body, which was very cool and comfortable, making him want to roar. He was used to it and fell in love with the feeling of controlling the battlefield, and the feeling of holding every detail in his hands, accumulating a little advantage in many parts, and defeating the enemy in one fell swoop.

This feeling is called control. Of course, what can bring it is not only Richard's truth and wisdom talent, but also power.

The night behind Richard surged, and the scorching color quietly appeared, and its breath increased a lot. Richard was slightly surprised. After a reconnaissance technique passed, he found that the scorching color had reached level three. It seemed that it had a lot of results that night, but no matter how rich the scorching color was, it should not advance so quickly.

Now the crimson aura is full and all abilities can be used. At level 3 it should be able to fight against level 6 warriors. If it is in a suitable environment, such as night sky or sneak attack, then even level 10 warriors may die under its hands.

But Feise faintly made Richard feel a slight pain like a needle. This is a keen perception from the elves' bloodline, which shows that Feise has the ability to threaten Richard. This discovery made Richard feel a little surprised. He is now a level 11 mage. The instant third-level magic shield can completely resist the attacks of third-level warriors, and has a certain weakening effect on the attacks of warriors below level 10. Even so, can Feise threaten him?

Richard thought about it, and always felt that Feise's combat power was a bit inconsistent with the information her mother told him.

At this moment, the night began to surge again, and the water splash appeared on the other side of Richard. As soon as the girl appeared, her hand pressed on the hilt of the knife guide of the eternal sleeper, staring at the scorching coldly.

Feise seemed a little panicked and immediately retreated into the night, which made Richard say to Shuihua: "Shuihua, don't scare it!"

The girl snorted, without saying a word, and hid directly into the night. Feise did not stop and quickly hid into the darkness. Although the entities of the two disappeared from their sight, Richard could fully grasp their positions with the soul link. The two guys were centered on him, thirty meters apart, each standing on one side, and the three people formed a straight line.

Richard couldn't figure out what was going on, but Shuai was always taciturn and his expression did not change much. He just glanced at it quickly and could not see the clues from her expression.

At this time, Liusha came from a distance. She seemed to have no idea of ​​the strange atmosphere at the scene and directly talked to Richard about the results of the night attack tonight.

These data are naturally in the mind of Richard, who has two talents, but it still needs to be confirmed by Liusha. In particular, the damage numbers and the loss of the warrior's personal combat power are directly controlled by Liusha.

"Vissue Shim was killed or injured by about 150 people, and more than half of the war horses were injured and lost. It is estimated that at most about 100 war horses can be used now. Our harvest was forty-two high-quality war horses, all of which were the mounts of heavy-armed knights. Another fifteen people were injured and two Shamin knights were lost."

The results of this night attack were brilliant, but Richard had already passed many wars. Now in his eyes, this night attack was just a very ordinary battle, and it was just the beginning of a series of battles.

ps:1. In the past April, I also passed the average daily update line of 5,000. Since the release of the book in Sin City, I have not calculated the average daily update volume in detail, but it must have passed the minimum update volume required by more than half of the readers' survey. The reputation has accumulated almost five months. Hehe.
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