Chapter 230: Falling into a trap

Farid had just gone to see the battlefield where the knights of the Northern Principality were sniped.

The scene was too tragic.

A thousand-man team and a five-thousand-man light infantry regiment took turns to send the other side to the battle record.

The battlefield trampled by the horses' hooves was a bloody mess.

There were still many soldiers alive, but they were all out of energy and spirit, and they couldn't recover for a while.

He had heard of the reputation of the Northern Knights a long time ago, but the Monastery Knights were also considered the army of the Monta Province. How could they be so powerful, even more powerful than the legendary Northern Knights.

"I thought the rumors were exaggerated, but I didn't expect it to be true." Farid took over the command on the spot. In Monta Province, no one could suppress him except the commander of the Rogge Corps.

There were also several officers from the Guards Corps around, including the defeated general of the light infantry regiment.

Everyone's expression was very solemn. Before they came, they wanted to fight with the Northern Knights to see if they were as powerful as the legend.

Who knew that the first battle would let them see what the strongest army in the world was.

Especially the general of the light infantry regiment, he was still in a daze, completely fooled.

Farid had seen the arrogant faces of these officers of the Guards before, and now he was very happy to see them with a solemn face.

As a very self-conscious traitor, he hoped that these guys would collapse completely.

"Alas, the Monastery Knights are so powerful, how powerful is the legendary Duke Leopold's Northern Knights?"

Hearing Farid sigh loudly, the officers of the Guards Corps looked even darker.

This is indeed a question that people dare not think deeply about.

After all, the Northern Knights are the more famous one.

Originally, there was still a bit of competitive spirit, but now they are all thinking about how to save their lives.

Farid secretly observed and sneered in his heart: "Haha, just a group of trash, want to beat the Northern Principality?"

The biggest traitor is standing here, and he is the supreme commander, it is difficult to win.

Farid is now very fortunate that he abandoned the dark and joined the light early, otherwise he would be among those who would be finished soon.

Although he wished that all the members of the Guards Corps would die suddenly, he still had to perform the last scene before Rogge came.

After sighing and hitting the morale, Farid pretended to walk around the high ground.

Then he concluded: "The morale of these monastery knights has not collapsed. They are just gathering strength now, and they may wait for an opportunity to break out at night."

This conclusion was recognized by the officers of the Guards Corps.

The general who was hit hard finally sobered up a little and suggested: "Do you want to attack in turns to consume their physical strength?"

Knowing that the other party wanted to run, of course, we have to create difficulties for the other party.

This is the wisest choice. When the large army arrives, we can launch a large-scale attack.

But Farid glared at him fiercely: "Why don't you let your people try?

What we have to do is to wait for General Rogge's support. On the contrary, random attacks will easily give the other party a chance to seize.

Can the duck that has been in the pot still fly?"

The general shrank his head. He didn't want to continue to face this group of demons.

This proposal was also based on tactical considerations.

But what Farid said was not wrong, and even more stable.

Others were afraid that Farid would suggest that they attack, so they shut up and stopped making this suggestion.

When it was dark, the monastery knights had not yet broken through, but Rogge had already arrived.

On the way, he met General Brun's fleeing soldiers, which delayed him for a while.

But it was not without gain, he knew the most detailed battlefield situation.

The truth is hidden in the details.

Especially the description of a soldier who escaped by chance, which made him feel as if he was going against the long river of time and saw the knight who raised the lance.

The horn of retreat sounded, facing the enemy who was so close that he had lost the power to resist, he only needed to take two steps forward and gently stab the lance to harvest a life.

But the other party actually stopped, and turned around and left without hesitation.

This restraint, this discipline, and the decisiveness shown by the other party proved that this was a real battle.

If it was a bait, then it should be released to attract the surrounding troops to attack.

If it weren't for his own arrangement, the other party would have slipped away long ago.

Even if he was a little less lucky, he couldn't stop the other party.

"God-given opportunity!!!"

Leader Rogge was very excited. This was the result of hard work and luck.

When he arrived at the battlefield, he saw the besieged Abbey Knights and felt that luck was on his side.

"General Rogge, how far are your men? Do you want us to attack at night?" Farid suggested.

Of course, he was not sincere in his work for the king.

In fact, if Rogge agreed to the general attack, he would immediately turn against them. He would not care about the Guards Corps and take down Rogge first.

As the saying goes, politics affects reason.

The Abbey Knights can suffer heavy losses, but they cannot be destroyed under such circumstances.

According to the plan, Simon's reaction speed will not be fast.

This night is a buffer, and it is also the most dangerous time for the Abbey Knights.

If Rogge is a reckless person, the Abbey Knights will be in danger.

The Knights cannot withstand the attack of countless troops.

Farid will defect immediately even if he gives up greater results.

Fortunately, Simon has studied Rogge's character and knows that he is a smart man.

Smart people will never miss this opportunity.

Sure enough, Rogge was very satisfied with Farid's suggestion, which proved that the other party was dedicated to serving the king.

He had already heard the reports from his subordinates and knew Farid's decision. This was a mature and prudent behavior.

In fact, he prefers such teammates to adventurers.

Because this kind of teammates will not shine, nor will they suddenly be held back.

Therefore, he became more and more satisfied with the deputy and patiently explained to him: "No, we cannot touch them, but give them a chance.

If the monastery knights launch a counterattack at night, let some of them leave. "

"Do you want to gather around for reinforcements?" Farid responded quickly, but his brows were still furrowed and he asked worriedly: "Isn't this too risky?"

Well, this is a stable general.

"The art of war is a kind of adventure. When the benefits outweigh the risks, you can do it." Rogge was a little proud and couldn't control his emotions: "I have ordered all the surrounding troops to move closer to me. This time I must give A lesson for the Northern Principalities.

General Farid, thank you for your strong support. Now it’s my turn to repay you. Let’s become famous all over the world together! "

Rogge was full of confidence, and Farid agreed with a smile on his face, but he was disdainful in his heart: "Wait until I choose a coffin for you. I will definitely choose a thick one for you."