Chapter 482 Blood Rain
"Captain Kyle, this is different from what we agreed on before. Didn't we come to the North to fight? Why are we patrolling and repairing railways all day long?"
The young man complained and patted the gun on his back: "The last time I pulled the trigger was at the training ground in Castel. I came here because I heard there was going to be a war!"
Kyle also sighed and stroked his belly. In the past, there was only hard muscle there, but now it has become much rounder and has a lot of fat.
The expedition was indeed different from what I had imagined.
When the railway reached the northern border, everyone perked up. Before, they were still in the prince's territory, but now they had stepped into enemy territory.
How would the Grand Guilds deal with them? Expel them? Negotiate? Or attack them directly? The expeditionary force was ready.
But they didn't expect to be ignored.
Yes, ignored. Since arriving in the North, there has been no attack or temptation, and it seems that no one cares about them.
The expeditionary force did not continue to build roads in the wilderness. The rails and armored trains passed through many towns, but the people there did not care when they saw that they had no intention of entering the city.
The expeditionary forces originally thought that this was a strategy of the enemy, and that they would attack when they let their guard down, but this strategy was too sophisticated.
They just kept building the road day by day, but the dukes in the north simply ignored them.
It has to be admitted that the enemy's strategy was successful. Now the expeditionary force is quite slack, and even the political commissar can't restore morale.
I really don't understand what those lords are thinking.
In fact, the three grand dukes had no idea that the expeditionary force had already built the railway.
No one reported this matter at all - the North has been in chaos for more than half a year, and all kinds of messes have happened.
A group of people outside were repairing something? As long as they were not repairing siege equipment, let them do it. No one would care even if they summoned evil gods.
The lords have more important things to do.
The expeditionary force kept advancing day after day and was almost numb.
"Captain! Something's happening!"
"Oh, go ahead." Kyle looked up at the lookout above with a bored look on his face.
"Another coyote pack? Or a wild boar stuck on the tracks?"
At the top of the steam locomotive, the young man holding the telescope said in a trembling voice: "No, this time is different, it's really different! There are enemies, enemies!!"
Kyle blinked. The unfamiliar word "enemy" went around in his mind for a few times before he reacted.
The next moment, he climbed up to the lookout post on the roof like an agile gorilla, grabbing the telescope and looking forward.
There were a lot of soldiers, and even some cavalry, but they were too far away to be seen clearly.
Kyle quickly looked at the sizes of those people on the lens ruler, took out a notebook from his pocket, tore out a piece of paper and quickly calculated.
“Fifteen kilometers away.”
"Captain, there's a report from the reconnaissance post ahead!" A sentry on horseback rushed over with an excited look on his face.
"explain!"
"Enemy troops have been spotted, about seventeen kilometers away, numbering around two thousand, and are marching!" The soldier handed over a piece of paper.
Kyle looked down and saw the rough personnel composition and queues scribbled on it, with a few simple drawings.
"Well, this is the coat of arms of the Grand Duke of Dragon Fang, this is the coat of arms of the Grand Duke of Alvarez and Octavia, these... Damn it, where is my book?"
"Captain, is it the enemy? Are we finally going to fight?"
Kyle's hands stopped and he grinned.
"It's the enemy! Who cares what family he's from? He's not the resistance army anyway. Let's fight him first!"
Although it was Count Bazel who delivered Nora's head, he used the name of the Northern Allied Forces, and the other three grand dukes did not make any special remarks - this was just right, and Zeus directly declared war on the entire northern nobility.
Therefore, Kyle only needs to judge one thing. As long as the enemy is not the resistance army, he can open fire directly! "Notify all teams to immediately prepare for battle. The engineers must return to the train immediately. The steam engine at the front of the train must not be turned off. Let all the people on the train get off!"
Viscount Frey was very satisfied.
He had recently been deliberately trying to get close to the faction of Grand Duke Longya, and had successfully caused dissatisfaction among the other two parties.
The forces that had been getting closer and closer began to suspect each other again.
He is the commander of the coalition forces, but it may not be a good thing if the coalition forces really unite together.
The more they suspected each other, the more important Viscount Frey, who was able to mediate, became, and his position as commander became more secure.
Viscount Frey is not a reckless man who only knows how to fight. When it comes to political skills, he is as good as anyone, which is why he was able to become the commander of the coalition forces.
Those who cannot fight at all are just wastes, and those who only know how to fight are just discarded. The grasp of the balance is the essence of being a nobility.
Oh, would that chief who was born into a common family understand these tricks?
There seemed to be a few screams coming from outside.
Viscount Frey frowned. Something happened? No, it couldn't be. He had sent out scouts along the way and they had all reported back.
Even if someone ate his scouts, the army that had not received any reports for a long time would become alert.
He is not a reckless man, and these things are easy for him to accomplish.
But Viscount Frey pressed his chest and his heart seemed to be beating faster today.
Viscount Frey decided to get off the car and take a look himself.
The carriage stopped steadily. The servant opened the door for him, pulled aside the curtain, took out the footstool and placed it on the door. Then he turned around and supported Viscount Frey.
Viscount Frey stepped down from the carriage. In just a few moments, the screams became louder, and there seemed to be more... wailing? What was going on?
Viscount Frey felt more and more that something was wrong. He pushed his servants away and jumped directly onto his horse.
He quickly glanced around. There was neither a large army that suddenly appeared nor any traps set by ambushing enemies. Although the marching formation was a little chaotic, there was no big problem.
Everything seems normal.
What's going on?
Could it be that Octavia's men were causing trouble again? Those people had no other abilities, but they were first-rate at causing trouble.
Viscount Frey frowned and listened, and found that the screams seemed to come from the soldiers in front.
He looked ahead and saw several soldiers lying on the ground, but there were no arrows on their bodies. He looked up at the sky, but there were no falling arrows either.
Possessed? Suddenly, Viscount Frey felt something dripping on his face.
Is it raining? How could it be possible? It's still sunny, and why is the rain warm?
He reached out his hand and touched his face with some doubt, then when he held it up to his eyes, his hands were covered in blood.
It's blood.
(End of this chapter)
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