A few days later, in the afternoon...

The drizzle in winter is drizzling, which is a bit annoying. Although the rain is not heavy, it is extremely cold when mixed with the bitter cold wind. From a distance, it looks very lonely and depressing, coupled with the gray and gloomy sky.

However, at the foot of the mountain, this place is obviously a temporary military garrison, but it is not affected by this climate at all. The guards in cold armor stand upright, squinting their eyes and observing the surroundings from time to time, looking vigilant, as if they didn't feel the biting cold at all, and their mental state is extremely concentrated. In the garrison, there are not many people walking around in the tents of different sizes, but the soldiers patrolling back and forth are not relaxed or careless at all, and they meticulously cross patrols. When they encounter any tents that have been built, they will leave someone to help, give a hand, thank you, and have a simple interaction, like a small white flower in the black mud, with a faint fragrance and a faint warmth, which slightly removes the haze that covers the sky...

In the middle position, there was a slightly larger tent. There was a slight sound, water droplets splattered everywhere, and the oil cloth door curtain was lifted from inside, and a burly middle-aged man quickly walked out. He turned around carefully to cover the curtain so that the cold mood would not invade. Then he looked up and nodded to the guard standing in the rain on both sides with rich blood in his eyes, and said softly: "Go and rest, I'll take a look for it for a while."

"It's okay, captain, we can still hold on..."

"I know, but the leader just closed his eyes and rested, and he would not be able to use you for a while. Why not take a good rest and relax your breath and boost your energy. You still need to watch the night at night."

"Yes." Seeing that the middle-aged man insisted, the two guards hesitated for a moment and nodded and bowed.

He took a breath. The middle-aged man with blood in his eyes wiped the rain on his face, shook his head, and held the center of the curtain with the hilt of the sword.

His name is Victor, and he is the leader of the Gray Clothing Army, which is the captain of the guards of Joshia. Oh, his responsibilities have changed a little recently. Although it is still the captain of the Guards, he is no longer fully responsible for the security issues related to Joshia. Instead, he has given it to another group of people who have just arrived in the Gray Clothing Army. And Victor is now more like a choreographer...

Don't get me wrong. Victor is not jealous, nor does he feel resentful. This is the reason. Those people from the gray space are indeed more powerful and professional than their guards! And when it is clear that the gap between the two sides is too big, the idea of ​​jealousy cannot be raised... What's more, the two sides have the same purpose, and everything is for the leader's sake!

"grown ups……"

"Shh!"

A team of patrol soldiers walked past here and saw Victor who was guarding the door himself. He was stunned. Just as he was about to say hello and salute, Victor quickly made a silent gesture and pointed to the tent behind him.

The patrolman came over immediately, nodded, saluted silently, and then walked past with slight hands.

Needless to say, the one inside the tent was naturally Joshia, who had just closed his eyes and rested.

The people of the gray-clothed army respected the new leader who had just taken office for less than two years. This was a glimpse of the actions of the patrol soldiers who were subconsciously taking light steps and feared that they would disturb her rest.

Joshia also deserves this respect, leading the remnants to retreat to the depths of the 100,000 mountains, constantly encouraged and even demonstrated himself to lead the soldiers and the people to share the joys and sorrows. In just one year, he decided to fight the 100,000 mountains and set up this seemingly incredible huge battle land... It seems that nothing can overwhelm her seemingly weak body. No matter how difficult the problem is, how difficult the obstacles are, she always has a way to deal with it calmly. Her mental state is always so energetic. Whether on the battlefield, in the wounded barracks, or in the place where the people live, etc., as long as it is the territory of the gray-clothed army, she can always see her figure and her warm smile, and she seems to be never tired...

But everyone is tired!

First, when the people realized this problem, they would always advise her to rest more and not to work hard. Every time she smiled and nodded to agree to thank her, but she still ran around when she turned around. Sometimes she was forced by all the adults, and she always had excuses to "quibble". For example, she had already rested just now, and then pulled the guard who had greeted him in advance until no guard was willing to prove it, and she had a new excuse, such as being a magician, and her mental state was a key skill, so she would not be tired...

Haha... Looking at the misty rain in the distance, Victor shook his head gently and smiled bitterly.

Well, this excuse is indeed very effective. Because there are no other magicians in the gray-clothed army, so it is impossible to tell the truth or falsehood of this statement over time. Over time, looking at the always energetic leader, the simple people believed this excuse and felt that they were a noble and mysterious magician, and ordinary people really couldn't match...

Victor smiled bitterly again and shook his head. As a personal guard around him, he certainly knew how tired and tired this mysterious magician who would not be tired after being alone. Especially in recent days...

The sudden attack of the barbarians completely disrupted the planning and deployment here. Although the command part had been set into two places, guarding the deadly road one left and one right, and there was a danger of being caught in one place, the war broke out inevitably.

After fighting with Bran for decades, the enemy turned into a barbarian, which made the gray-clothed army very uncomfortable and made the pressure on the leader Joshia.

Although the soldiers who relied on the purple-bore cannon and the soldiers who fought desperately to resist desperately in the early stage, they fought with the barbarian army, which was considered a draw. But anyone could see that the stalemate would not last long. In fact, the barbarian army was already like a nail, inserted into the hinterland of the gray-clothed army. However, the effect is not obvious now, and once it is completely penetrated, the lifting force will be discharged. At that time, the gray-clothed army, divided into two, will inevitably face the situation where the hero cuts his arm and will damage one...

Not to mention the leader, Victor looked at the corpses of the robes that were constantly being carried down and buried on the spot in the past few days, and was also numb. There were wounded soldiers everywhere, dead people everywhere, graves everywhere, and no one knew what to do... Only Joshia, who was always nailed to a high ground in the battlefield like a flag, silenced hammers and hit the drums in front of him, thunder. The soldiers below were accompanied by drum beats that had never stopped for a moment. They waved their swords like crazy tides...

The war is fought by soldiers. The command is led by generals at all levels. The leader stood alone on the battlefield and beat the drum silently, and seemed to have not played any role. But an interesting phenomenon is that the position where the leader stood every day, no matter how close to the front line, it was never lost!

It was like a silent signal, and also like a symbol of clear meaning. Joshia did not mobilize and give orders, but all the gray-clothed soldiers looked at the leader's place every day. They also knew where their goal was today - let's not talk about winning for the time being. If they lose, they would not retreat to the leader and take the danger over!

Of course, the result was that there were more losses. Some positions were thrown away almost every day, some were strategically discarded, and some were indeed not beaten, but no matter which one, when the soldiers were withdrawn, the soldiers did not feel much frustrated. Because they had achieved their goal today, they did not disappoint the leader, and protected the safety of the leader. So they were very proud. The next day, they also fought desperately with the barbarians again with this multiplied confidence... This scene seemed to be far less important in the outcome of the battle with the barbarians.

Of course, the leader appeared on the battlefield with drums every day, which naturally attracted the attention of the barbarian generals. It seemed that he understood why these Bran soldiers were so crazy. The barbarians were also crazy. Every day, they piled up heavy troops to rush towards the leader's position... Haha...

Victor grinned again, not a bitter smile this time, but a proud smile.

Because at that time Victor understood Joshia's intention, yes, this was actually a small trap! The barbarians accumulated heavy troops to try to kill the leader, but they didn't know that such a tactical plan with obvious intentions made it very simple to make targeted arrangements. The battle has changed from the original multi-point defense to the point where it only needs to be defended a little now!

This is undoubtedly a good thing for the increasingly difficult gray-clothed army. The only thing that makes people worried is the safety of the leader who serves as bait.

In fact, there were several times when the barbarians almost succeeded...

After paying a huge price every day, there will always be more or less barbarian teams that can break through the many defense lines and climb to the high ground! If it weren't for the gray space members who took over the safety of the leader, they appeared several times, and they would almost die and defend the last line of defense in the high ground, with unimaginable consequences...

Fortunately, there was no danger. The leader still appeared on the battlefield with drums on time every day, completely ignoring the surrounding environment of the mountain of corpses and blood, fighting into cruel Shura Field. He just lowered his head and raised his hair into a ponytail from time to time, and waved his hammer and beat the drum silently.

Once, once, once, once...

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-

Finally, the dawn came out! Just this morning, when the leader appeared in high and low with the drums again, when the soldiers entered the battlefield position again, when the bleak sun rose completely, he did not see the barbarians who rushed over like crazy in the past...

Retreat! The barbarian retreated!

Thinking of this, Victor, who instantly clenched his fists, still waved his void, his face full of excitement, as if the last drum sound of the morning echoed in his ears. The leader of Joshia raised his head for the first time, swung his hammer and shouted with all his might, 'We have won!' Then, the deafening cheers were everywhere!!!

Then, now, the leader was wrapped in thick wound cloth and slept soundly at his desk for the first time during the day.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly and he smiled. He thought that Joshia, who had told her to remind her to visit the wounded barracks the next moment, but suddenly gurgled and lying on the table. Victor couldn't help but shake his head. He was scared at that time, thinking that a barbarian assassin had sneaked in. Later, he was determined that Joshia was extremely tired and fell asleep...

Go to bed, go to bed, it’s best to sleep for a while longer…

Thinking of this, Victor looked even more vigilantly, not worried about the barbarian assassin, but was the problem that David in Gray Space was responsible for solving. He was just thinking about eliminating any source of sound around the tent so that he would not suddenly wake up Joshia inside. Yes, this little rain is really not the time...

Just as Victor was thinking about adding another layer of blockage to the tent to directly isolate the raindrops falling on the tent, the sound of footsteps suddenly came.

Frown, turned his head, stunned.

Not far away, a group of people were covered in mud and dusty. The head was a general with a deep eye socket and looked extremely tired. His left arm seemed to be injured and was wrapped around a wooden board, so it was not very convenient to move.

"I've seen General Frey. All the lords and lords." Victor quickly greeted him and greeted him.

That's right. The visitor was the senior army leader, Frey and a group of generals who were resisting on the other side of the main road. He should have discovered the situation of the withdrawal of the barbarian army this morning, and then he successfully found this side through the battlefield of the main road.

"Haha, it's Victor, why are you guarding yourself today?" Frey was the one who led the lead and patted Victor on the shoulder, obviously very familiar with the latter. "What about the leader? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry, General. All the leader is fine." After a pause, looking at Frey and others, Victor hesitated, "Are you here to see the leader now? But she just fell asleep..."

Frey and others were stunned when they heard this, and then they understood. They knew very well what Joshia's personality was. There was only one possibility of sleeping during the day, that is, they were really tired.

"It's not important, well, then let's wait until the leader wakes up..."

Before Frey's words could be finished, a slightly lazy voice suddenly came from the tent, "Is it Brother Frey? Come in and speak."

"Uh..." Frey was stunned. Looking at Victor who was smiling bitterly and shook his head, turning around and lifting the curtain. He knew that he had woken up Joshia, and his expression couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. However, since Joshia had noticed it, it was certainly impossible to turn around and leave now, so he could only walk into the tent first.

Joshia was indeed just awakening, her slightly swollen eyes were half open and half closed. She was drinking cold tea in one sip, as if she wanted to use this to dispel the sleepiness that could not be left.

"Sorry, the leader, I've disturbed you to rest." As soon as I entered the tent, Frey immediately apologized.

Putting down the water cup, Joshia waved his hand indifferently: "What are Brother Frey saying?... Hey, are you injured?" But when he saw Frey's left arm fixed with wooden boards, he immediately asked in surprise.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury from a broken bone, and it will be healed in a few days." Frey, who has been practicing on the battlefield for most of his life, certainly wouldn't care about these small arm injuries. In fact, for them, as long as the parts are still there, they are just minor injuries.

However, Joshia frowned when she saw this: "Has he been treated? What about those temple priests... Brother Frey, you must have personally led people to the front-line battlefield, right?"

Frey looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, as if he was guessed by Joshia, and scratched his head: "It's really just a minor injury. Well, a command center was accidentally attacked by a barbarian scout, so he had to lead his troops to break through. This is not my intentional risk."

There is no detail, but anyone can imagine the emergency situation at that time in a few simple sentences. Although the gray-clothed army was divided into two parts before, it was just a simple and rough division. Judging from the overall strength, there are undoubtedly more soldiers on Frey's side and stronger combat power. In this way, the pressure will naturally be heavier. As the commander, Frey was only injured in his left arm. It has to be said that this is an extremely lucky thing...

After saying a word, Frey noticed Joshia's hands wrapped around thick wounds, like a bear's paw, and his expression was shocked: "Chief, your hand?"

"Oh, this one, it's sprained." He waved the white bear's paw indifferently, and Joshia also said in a simple way. This is not that he doesn't want to explain it. He is really dizzy and doesn't know where to explain it for a while. What can I say? He said that he beat the drum for several days, but his palm was slightly cracked and he was stretched. Then he must explain why he beat the drum... Well, it's better to just sprain it and just sprain it.

Although it was incredible that it was a bit incredible to sprain both hands, Frey didn't ask. He knew that it was not a big deal, so he could do it. He asked anxiously: "Chief, did the barbarian suddenly retreat this time... Uh, did he do it?"

The barbarians retreated this time, and although the gray-clothed army fought well, it was definitely not as good as scaring away the barbarians. If they had not sent scouts to each of them, they were sure that the barbarians were giving up the important positions that they had finally occupied before and gradually pulled out of the battlefield. Joshia, Frey and others were a little unbelievable. You must know that the barbarians have an advantage now. If they persist for a few more days, the important road would definitely be broken through.

In this way, the reason for the barbarians to retreat must not come from the battlefield, but from outside the battlefield...

Before Tang En went to the front line, a member of Tommy's gray space under his command gave a message to Joshia, Frey and other acquaintances, saying that they would persevere and that he would solve this problem... In this way, after the barbarian retreated abnormally, Frey naturally thought of Tang En immediately and rushed to verify.

However, because Tang En's name is still taboo in the Gray Clothes Army, although most of the people present knew about Tang En's affairs, Frey still stopped changing his words when he was halfway through.

Of course Joshia knew who he was in Frey's mouth. The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he nodded without hesitation: "Yes, it's him!"

Such a certain attitude made Frey stunned: "The leader has received the news? Could it be that he really...uh, killed the barbarian commander?"

Joshia shook her head, but her confidence aura remained unchanged: "I didn't receive it, I don't know, but I know it was him who asked the barbarians to retreat!"

He paused for a moment, and asked at everyone, "Are I the only one who thinks this scene is familiar? The gray-clothed army is in danger, and then he came out to turn the tide. He has done such a thing several times, huh, of course, I'm a little bit loving, haha... But besides him, can you come up with other reasons?"

Frey and others looked at each other when they heard this. When they said this, they basically had nothing to say. Just like a brainless fan, they decided what you should do...

"Well, the leader said that...that's him..."
Chapter completed!