Eugen's reaction made everyone confused. When he heard the news of the enemy's attack, he was still happy. Could it be that he had not woken up yet?

Allen scratched his head, wondering whether to remind Eugen again. He glanced at Maria and Margaret with the corners of his eyes, and finally coughed and said, "Ahem... Lord Eugen, I must remind you that there are three thousand enemies, and they..."

"I know." Before Alan finished speaking, Eugen waved his hand impatiently and interrupted, "Haha, three thousand people are good. I was worried that he would mobilize all his troops to me to attack us, but now it's fine, there are only three thousand people. Hahaha, Tarik, Tarik, you still underestimate me Eugen too much."

Eugen laughed happily, as if he had seen the news of victory.

The other three were a little confused. They all knew that Eugen relied on the Longxiang Army, and they knew the combat effectiveness of the Longxiang Army very well, but it was a bit exaggerated to be so happy.

There were 3,000 people on the opposite side. Even if there were 3,000 pigs, they had to be killed for a while. No matter how strong the Longxiang Army was in combat, even if it could block ten, it would be able to fight against more than one thousand people. What should the rest of them do?

Eugen saw the doubts of several people. He cleared his throat, then slowly raised a finger and shook it in depth. At the same time, he smiled and said with a little mysterious smile: "Hehe, this time, I will let you see a new type of musketeer combat method. This is what I just thought of last night. I used this combat method. As long as the conditions are right, let alone three thousand people, even if Tarik transferred all his troops over, there is still a possibility of victory."

As soon as this sentence was spoken, everyone's eyes were immediately attracted to Eugen. Eugen's mind was full of ghost ideas. Whenever he encountered a crisis, he would always come up with some unexpected ways to solve it. Gradually, the people around him established a deep sense of trust in him.

Eugen no longer kept it closed. He walked to the dining table, swung the tableware on the table, put out a military sand table composed of fruits and plates, and pointed to the table and said, "Hehe, the name of my combat is called positional warfare, it was designed specifically for the Longxiong Army..."

In Tarik's military tent, Corion was wearing iron chains. The originally bright armor had now become ragged, with long strips of thorns all over the top. Below the thorns were covered with black blood marks, and blood and rags were mixed together to form blood scabs as thick as fingers.

These were the traces of the thorn whip strips. The new traces covered the old traces. There was almost no complete flesh and blood on the body. Corion's face was pale, his beard was unshaven, his head was stuck together with blood stains, and his gray pupils were almost losing all their luster and became dull and unsightly.

There was no expression on his face, and his lips were covered with dry wrinkles. Only when he was about to die could he get a sip of water to maintain his life. Most of the other time, the only thing he could drink into his mouth was the blood flowing out of his body.

The atmosphere in the military tent was particularly depressing. Tarik sat in the main seat, lowered his head and held his cheek with his hands, and his knuckles were tapping his temples regularly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

A burly general stood on both sides of Tarik, wearing a thick layer of heavy armor, and even his face was covered with cold iron armor, as if he had been born with this layer of armor and would not take it off until he died.

This man was the first general under Tarik, named Obakhu, and was brave enough to be the first in the army. When attacking the Viscount Pigad's defense line, he took the lead in charge and drilled through Pigad's infantry front in one fell swoop, providing considerable help for Tarik's victory.

Tarik intended to enhance Obahu's prestige in the army and specially gave him the title of Saxon Spear, which was to make him the flag of the soldiers in the army, and he would take the lead in charge.

If there is such a person in the army, the main general can have less work and no longer have to lead the charge, but can also inspire the fighting spirit of the soldiers under his command.

A captain-level officer standing beside Corion was talking about Corion's crimes. From the time he let Eugen go a month and a half ago, he kept talking about his final defeat, his tone was full of ridicule, and from time to time there were indignant shouts, as if he had a deep hatred with the betrayer Corion.

After a long time, Tarik let out a long sigh, slowly raised his head and looked at Corion, and spoke in a plain tone, "Teller, do you have anything else to say this time?"

Tarik's tone seemed calm, but in fact this was a sign before his anger. Every time this time came, it meant that he wanted to kill, very, very much wanted to kill!

He was not angry that Corion had deceived him, but that he was angry that he had been deceived twice by the same person, and the consequences were more and more serious.

Last time he let Eugen run away, Izart was robbed, and this time he lost nearly a thousand soldiers before and after the defeat. Moreover, he had already established a great advantage in the battlefield with Viscount Pigad. As long as he slowly launched an attack, he could defeat Pigad's power in one place.

But unexpectedly, he suddenly got the news of Corleon's defeat. In order to rush back to deal with Lebir and rescue Izart, he had to change his strategic attack on Pigard's defense line.

Although he also won the victory later, it also caused great losses, which were completely avoidable before, and in the end he accidentally let Viscount Pigaard escape with the remnants of defeat, which was even more annoying.

Because of this series of reasons, his anger towards Corion had reached its peak. If he hadn't thought about using him to exchange for Duke Billon's son Izart, Tarik would have cut off Corion's head himself.

Faced with Tarik's questioning, Corion did not speak, but just raised his head and looked at him, then lowered his head.

Looking at Corion who was unresponsive, Tarik suppressed his anger, snorted coldly, then turned his gaze to a follower beside him, and asked, "How about it, has the letter been sent to Lebour City?"

"Reporting to the Lord, it has been sent." The entourage responded respectfully.

"Okay, as soon as there is news, I will send this mess over as soon as possible. As long as Izart returns to our side safely, we will launch a siege and completely destroy Lebir City!"

Tarik said murderously, then stood up and walked out of the tent with a big stride. The black bear-like Saxon spear followed, with great power.
Chapter completed!