Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

The uneventful journey to the village made Pahlavi a little confused.

He was already prepared to be harassed and attacked by cavalry on the way, and even made a plan to survive with a broken arm.

But nothing happened, which made the lord, who was rated as having average combat effectiveness by Milin, feel a little overthinking.

"Could it be a trap?" the reassuring adjutant said with a slight sigh of relief.

The adjutant will be relieved because if he really encounters a cavalry surprise attack and cannot resist it.

Then he is the only one who can lead the only mobile force to break the rear.

"Yes, or no, do we have a choice?" Pahlavi, who also felt that the fact that he could arrive at the village safely might be a trap, sighed.

If he had been attacked along the way, Pahlavi might not have reacted like this.

But precisely because there was no such thing, Pahlavi became uneasy.

Not using the tactics that are most suitable for opening up the situation means that your opponent is preparing a more terrifying plan.

The scariest thing is that I have no clue at all and can only fall into a passive state of trying to find ways to deal with the situation.

Pahlavi never thought about whether it might be due to Milin's lack of troops. He could only say that he was really scary because he scared himself.

After all, drone exploration and mapping were too challenging for the imagination of residents like Pahlavi who lived in a medieval environment.

Without this kind of imagination, facing an opponent who relies on bees to light up the entire map and then quickly clears them, it is natural to guess that the enemy has three-digit cavalry.

Passive returned to passivity. After arriving in the village, as the commander of this force, Pahlavi temporarily suppressed his uneasiness and arranged the construction of fortifications in an orderly manner.

Wide trenches were dug, and improvised horses were placed beside the trenches.

"Don't use the well water in the village. The river water should be used by livestock first. Drinking water privately is strictly prohibited. When fetching water, troops will be specially arranged to go there."

Pahlavi, who was worried that the village's water source had been tampered with, continued to order as a precaution.

"Are those houses going to be demolished?" the adjutant asked.

"Tear down the low ones, leave some, and use the demolished bricks and stones to build low walls in the village." Pahlavi thought for a moment and said.

"Yes, sir, is there anything else?" the adjutant responded.

"Storage water to prevent the opponent from attacking with fire." Pahlavi said as his eyes fell on the shapes of the houses in the village.

The houses in this village are no different from those in other parts of the empire.

They are all brick houses made of paper-burned stone bricks and concrete, and the roofs are made of wood covered with pottery shards or simply covered with a thick layer of straw.

This kind of imperial-style house is very convenient and fast to build, but its fire resistance is poor.

Anyone in the empire who has some culture will have a profound memory of the great fire that once occurred in the imperial capital.

"Yes, sir." The adjutant, who also knew this very well, said immediately.

Under the overtime work urged by whips, in less than a day, this abandoned village was transformed into a fortification specially designed to deal with cavalry troops as hundreds of people took turns to construct.

Looking at the completed fortifications, Pahlavi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The expedited construction of the fortifications seemed a bit crude, but it also gave Pahlavi the confidence to use infantry against cavalry.

However, before Pahlavi could relax, the adjutant brought worse news.

"Sir, all the scout troops have not returned."

"All?" Pahlavi almost jumped up in the newly decorated room.

"Yes, my lord, not back, not even the horse," replied the adjutant.

"How many scout troops have you arranged?" Pahlavi asked quickly.

"Follow your instructions, my lord, everything..." the adjutant said nervously.

Just as Pahlavi was shocked when he heard the news, the adjutant, who knew what it meant, felt similar to his own lord.

"You know what this means, right." Pahlavi took a deep breath and said.

"Yes, my lord."

The adjutant couldn't help but think of the Sinian saying "Please enter the urn" that was often spoken by his own lord.

He often talks about it because this is also Pahlavi's favorite tactic. Relying on his tried and tested ambush, Pahlavi is somewhat famous among the many generals in the empire.

Otherwise, he would not have become the richest lord of Olnia City in this area.

But it wasn't so satisfying when this strategy was used on myself.

"How on earth did they manage to prevent the scouts from even sending back any information?" said Pahlavi, who was trying to calm down.

Normally, even if it is an encirclement, it is impossible to completely block the news.

There are certainly no fools among the soldiers who can be selected as scouts, but even so, no scouts have come back, and not even the specially trained war horses have escaped.

"Is it possible that it's because..." The adjutant seemed hesitant to speak.

Being able to deal with all the scouts means that the opponent's encirclement has been closed completely, without any gaps.

It is definitely not something that more than a hundred cavalry can achieve if they want to be completely united in this kind of battlefield terrain.

The adjutant's unspoken guess was that the opponent's strength had actually exceeded expectations.

"Impossible. If the other side really had that many soldiers, we would have been defeated long ago." Pahlavi directly rejected the speculation of his subordinates.

"Is it possible that they just want to reduce losses?" the adjutant said in an increasingly pessimistic tone.

"...Are we being underestimated?"

Pahlavi said with the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

Pahlavi, who is also considered a famous general in the empire, can understand this kind of mentality like a cat chasing a mouse, because he has done similar things.

But most of this kind of thing is done when facing those robbers and robbers, and the strength of the troops under their command is several times or even ten times that of the opponent.

Seeing the visible loss on his lord's body, the adjutant was very discerning and did not say anything more.

"If this is really the case, then there is no shame in losing."

After being silent for a long time, Pahlavi, who had begun to feel a little self-conscious about being a slave and a fish, continued:

"But it is absolutely impossible for me, Pahlavi, to simply admit defeat."

The aura of a famous general returned to Pahlavi again.

"Shrink the defense line and light the beacon."

"Yes, sir, do you want to continue sending out scouts?" Although the adjutant said this, there are actually not many reconnaissance troops left.

If you want to send them again, you can only let the infantry ride out on those pack horses.

You can imagine what the result of forced investigation will be with your knees.

As for why the beacon fire was lit, it was to let the reinforcements know that they had been surrounded.

However, according to the current situation, those reinforcements should already be in danger.

Standing on a high point, watching the beacon fire burning in the village, Milin said with a smile:

"Be careful enough."

"This is the first time I have seen Pahlavi so cautious." Avigo said with some confusion.

"Do you know him very well?" Milin withdrew his gaze and looked at Lao Wei strangely.

"It's not that I know him well, it's that the greedy Pahlavi is already famous."

According to Avigo, among the imperial generals he knew, Pahlavi was quite capable of fighting, even if he was not a victorious general.

"So you really wanted to laugh at me before?" Milin said with a smile.

"I just want to see if I can save you, an overestimating guy, from the battlefield."

Avigo said with some embarrassment, it would be a bit weird to say that Milin doesn't overestimate his abilities now.

"Haha, okay, with what you said, Lao Wei, I will definitely bring you one of my favorite spicy drinks from now on." Milin, who could sense that Avigo was thinking this from the bottom of his heart, smiled happily.

"?" Avigo didn't understand what Milin was talking about.

"Oh, yes, it's sweet." Most of the wine drunk in this world is sweet and sour.

"...What are you going to do next?" Avigo asked, having finally understood Milin's tactical deception.

It's an eye-opener, but you can't just scare the opponent. You can't scare the opponent to death. In the end, you still have to use a real sword and a real gun.

Otherwise, these tactical deceptions would be easily exposed when Pahlavi's follow-up reinforcements arrive.

"Who said scary things can't scare people to death?" Milin had a meaningful expression on his face.