"Giddy up! Giddy up!"
Accompanied by low growls, more than ten Gothic cavalrymen, carrying torches, rode their horses down the mountain path from the pass.
It was the end of the month, and amidst the howling wind, the moon in the dark night sky appeared exceptionally full and round, seemingly larger than on other days. Although there were dark clouds floating around, the full moon was exceptionally clear and bright at this time.
Among the cavalry, Dingle pursed his lips, his heart pounding with anxiety and his thoughts in disarray. The two letters he carried in his bosom seemed to weigh a ton, constantly drawing his attention.
Dylan's instructions before his departure were still fresh in his mind, but how could he not have wild thoughts when he was carrying secrets? After a long internal struggle, he finally decided to disobey Dylan's orders and open the letter to see what it said.
"Whoa—"
He tightened the reins slightly, raised his head and said to the soldiers in front, "Don't ride so fast, it'll be a big problem if the horse's hooves get injured."
"Yes, sir," the communications soldier replied immediately, slowing down.
Dingle reached into his robes and pulled out a letter, a secret letter to the Emperor. By the dim moonlight, Dingle carefully examined the seal of the letter, but was suddenly stunned after seeing it clearly.
The letter wasn't sealed with clay; it was simply sealed by cutting a notch. In short, it was a letter that wasn't sealed with any security measures.
"This... General Dylan has already guessed..." Dingle murmured unconsciously, momentarily hesitant to open the letter.
But after hesitating for a moment, he steeled himself and gently opened the letter.
As the contents of the letters came into view, Dingle read them one by one, but his pupils began to contract and his hand holding the letters began to tremble.
"Sir?" At this moment, the soldier riding ahead noticed that there was no sound of hooves behind him. He turned around and saw Dingle standing still, holding a letter in his hand and reading it.
The soldiers didn't find his actions particularly unusual, as their orders were simply to escort Dingle to Salvia.
After being questioned, Dingle did not respond, so the soldiers had no choice but to stop their horses and wait for him to set off again.
It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that Dingle shakily put the letter back into the envelope.
“General Dylan, as expected, you still… share the same thoughts as me, but the Emperor…” Dingle’s expression was complicated. He sighed deeply, stuffed the letter into his pocket, and then reached for the letter that had been given to him.
Just as he was about to take it out, a sharp whistle suddenly came from above. Dingle's wrist twitched, and he quickly turned his head to look behind him.
"Waaah!"
A sharp warning siren was coming from the mountain pass, clearly indicating that enemy activity had been detected there.
"Sir! We have to go!" The cavalrymen's expressions changed drastically, and they began to urge the cavalrymen on.
Dingle frowned, stuffing the untouched letter back into his hand. "General Dylan, I hope you can successfully intercept the Yan people at Enzos!" he muttered to himself before letting out a loud shout.
"Walk!"
The soldiers kicked the horse in the belly and shouted loudly:
"Giddy up! Giddy up!"
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"Giddy up! Giddy up!"
At the same time, amidst shouts, the Yan soldiers also spurred their warhorses forward.
Warhorses were pulling artillery carts along the Cornflower Avenue toward the pass, followed by a large troop of infantry, while cavalrymen carrying torches lined both sides of the road. Although the full moon hung high tonight, visibility was not particularly clear.
As for lighting torches at night, it no longer counts as revealing our whereabouts, because the area defended by the enemy has been laid out on the table. It is an area that must be attacked. If we want to get out of Enzos, we must take the pass.
Qin Ze did not accompany the army tonight's battle, but stayed at the camp to command the operation.
Starting two days ago, the Goths had been continuously tightening their defenses and withdrawing their forces to the vicinity of the pass. During reconnaissance today, Qin Ze learned that the Goths had cleared out most of the forest below the pass. They had almost completely cut down all the trees within a two-kilometer radius that could provide cover. Although there were still some rocks that could be used as cover, each cover was far apart and not easily usable by their side.
The Goths' defensive measures were indeed a headache for Qin Ze. In the past few battles, his team's successive victories were mainly achieved by flanking attacks. But now the Goths had realized that they could not expose their flanks and had cleared the obstacles on their flanks. It was obvious that their long-range firepower lines must have been set up above the cleared area.
Therefore, this attack on the pass requires a large number of troops. Fortunately, Qin Ze had already made preparations. In addition to the army that is currently advancing along the main road, the battle groups on both sides of the main road are also attacking the pass from the left and right.
Unlike before, this attack from the flank will expose the Goths to their view and will inevitably face a strong counterattack. However, given the current terrain, this is the only option.
At this moment, inside the camp, Qin Ze stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the direction of the mountain pass, which was now brightly lit. Clearly, the Goths had also revealed their hand and were waiting for their attack.
Although it's impossible to know how many Golgar troops are there now, Qin Ze figured there must be quite a few, otherwise they wouldn't have gone to such lengths.
"The frontal and flank deployments are so tight, I wonder if you've noticed what's behind you..." Qin Ze muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing slightly.
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At the same time.
The alarm continued to sound on the mountain pass. Although it was a cold night, the palms of the Golt soldiers on duty were covered with a fine layer of sweat.
Although the defenses were very well set up, the soldiers still felt tense and even panicked when they saw the enemy they were waiting for actually charging towards them.
What came into view was the steel legion advancing along the cornflower avenue. The winding road was ablaze with fire. Because it was still far away, from a high vantage point it looked like a venomous snake covered in flames slithering through the rugged mountains. Its fangs, those heavy artillery vehicles, were getting closer and closer to the pass.
Now, the oppressive force was not just a single fiery serpent. Between the mountains on both sides of the road, flickering flames filled the landscape, like fireflies startled from a dense summer night forest. But now, those were enemy combat squads deployed in the mountains. Only now did the soldiers realize with horror that the enemy had sent so many people into the forest. It was like an unrealistic nightmare.
"It's unbelievable, these bastards are simply... simply..." On a high, protruding rock platform, Kyle, who had been standing with his arms crossed, unconsciously lowered his arms as more and more Flame Soldiers came into view. His Adam's apple bobbed, and sweat poured down his back.
A gust of cold wind made him shiver uncontrollably.
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