Simon, do you dare to walk around the barbarian camp and show your dignity?" Derek asked

"Dare, I will go." Simon answered

Simon pulled up his visor directly, and it was even harder to see at night.

"A team, come with me." Simon called to the knights

The knights roared away, dashing toward the camp.

It looked like it was going to attack the camp.

Although I know it is impossible, but the current situation, Simon's momentum, but let people have to think.

Simon pulled the pennant down and waved it in his hand.

Galloping, turning as you approach the camp.

His target is, of course, the routed soldiers, who have lost their morale and weapons, are certainly the best prey.

Within range of the barbarians, Simon galloped back and forth with his cavalry, trampling and slashing, too arrogant to look at.

Even the barbarian himself was so stunned that he forgot to shoot.

"Shoot, shoot them."

The roar of the barbarian commander woke the crowd, and he leaned forward, gripping the railing, his face still white in the firelight.

It's arrogant. It's insulting.

As if the barbarian archers had just woken up, they shot a shower of arrows, and Simon's iron armor bounced off a few arrows, but he inserted a few shaking joints.

Almost. He laughed and turned his horse's head.

"Barbarians, it's dark today, waiting for the big master to come and pamper you tomorrow."

When Simon turned around, although he was tired, his spirit was extremely excited.

How many times can life be this exciting?

Derek took a deep breath, knowing that what he wanted, he would have after today.

Time makes a hero, and this time it's my turn to be the hero.

When do we have to make a name for ourselves?

This is the day. This is the day.

'Go!

With spears to the heads of the barbarians, they circled the iron wall and raised their pennants.

"The tenth thousand men of the Second Army of the Northern Province have arrived, you do not need to be alarmed, and tomorrow I will ride the camp again."

Derek and his men shouted, causing a stir on the walls of Iron Wall City, which had long been attracted by the noise outside.

The governor of the Northern province was at the head of the city at this time, and the fire was burning in the distance, and the southern camp of the barbarians was finished.

And the barbarians other camps closed, his men are constantly chanting just Simon around the enemy camp and go the style.

"Are there such knights in the Northern provinces?"

He had long heard that the knights of the North had won the kingdom of the absolute Kingdom, and he had thought that it was from Bi Bi Bi, since the knights of the King were very bad anyway.

Lord Jefferys has been beheaded by barbarians before, and no knight of the Northland has stepped forward to save the day.

How do I know, I am still short-sighted, such a fierce knight, is not worthy of the prestige of the knights of the North?

The thought of the fear of these days, and even the dissatisfaction with Count Perez's slowness, dissipated.

Or the old count holds a heavy hand, if not, a hand will be the emperor.

The Governor looked up and saw only the figure of a knight standing tall under the torch.

"Knight of the city, where is Count Pereira?"

"The commander of the army is still three days away."

Derek answered honestly.

The Governor looked pale. "Then who commanded this? How many people came?"

"It is under my command. There are 800 men from the tenth thousand of the Second Army and 1,000 from the eighth thousand of the First Army."

"Only eighteen hundred?"

The Governor's voice was broken, and he thought that the entire Northern army had come before he beat the barbarians to defeat.

How do you know that's all there is?

Are you lying to me?

Look around again, or are you playing me?

Are the knights of the North this fierce?

Derek's voice is still clear to the head of the city: "Just a barbarian, vulnerable, today's attack a little tired, wait for me to have a good rest for a day, then to break the barbarian camp."

Derek is playing the "b" game again.

In his judgment, the barbarians must be retreating.

It's gonna be hard to leave before the big boys show up.

Actually, he'd be better off stalling for two more days.

But large troops approach, the barbarian vigilance is more heavy, there is not necessarily such a good opportunity, so big results.

It may kill fewer barbarians, but it's in his best interest.

Good for the kingdom?

Does it have anything to do with your own little knight?

Plus, the results are good, and no one cares.

These governors did not know, he was shocked beyond words, the first half of his life in the central provinces, had not experienced this large-scale war, was suddenly fooled by Derek.

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In my heart, I also muttered that such a powerful knight, if I gave him more people, I am afraid that the barbarians would be dried out today.

This led to an involuntary drop in his voice: "May I ask your name?"

"Von Derrick."

The Governor took the name to heart, and then said politely, "Knight Derek, it is not possible to enter the city today, until the barbarians have retreated, I will give you a banquet."

Derek nodded, knowing that this one might have been beheaded without such caution, and left immediately.

He did not know that the second brother Sergei had just thought the voice was familiar, and when he announced his name, he was even more shocked that the weapon was out of his hand.

"Is that my brother?"

"Is he so fierce?"

"It's not a dream, is it?

Before he could verify it, the Governor was asking which family name Derek was from.

Derek may have been a minor figure before, but aristocrats do have pedigree professionals.

"Derek is a direct descendant of the Ferreira family branch, there is no fiefdom, and his full name should be von Ferreira Derek."

The Ferreira family is our old military aristocracy in the North, a hundred years ago in the Pioneering War, 30 years ago in the Secession War against the barbarians in the north and the Holy Cross army in the east.

By the way, I remember Ferreira had sons in the Tishman Army."

Then, in a daze, Sergei was called before his Excellency the Governor.

Fortunately, he looked good, answered a few questions from the governor, and got a sentence from the governor.

And then he went back in a daze.

The Ferreira family, a military aristocrat, was instantly famous.

There was only one thought in his mind: "The third brother will be rich."

It wasn't just Sergei's idea, and by the time it calmed down, everyone would know that Derek was going to thrive this time.

To break more with less, to tread on the enemy camp, to show off in front of the army, each piece is worthy of praise.

That's the kind of people you see in legends.

After all, the barbarian invasion was a once-in-a-decade event, with tens of thousands of troops sent by each side, and even the beheading of a count, a major event that shook the country.

In such a popular stage, any good performance can get attention, the future can be expected.

And Derek is so brilliant, it's flawless.

When Lord Palmer saw Derek, he said, "I have three daughters, I will send you home the one you like, and I will divorce the one who is married."

I can send three of them together, and I'll give you three more estates in marriage."

Derek, the three daughters of Baron Palmer, took advantage of it, and it seemed a little tempting, especially... A man's wife.

Well, let him nag, and spare the baron's excitement.

More, or one officer came forward to pledge loyalty.

Seeing what Derek could do, even the officers who joined later were impressed.

In the military, although there is politics, it is inseparable from strength.

A strong Shangguan is undoubtedly the guarantee of war achievements and safety.

Even one of Baron Palmer's minions is willing to get up here and use it.

Though in his prime, Derek was still cautious and set up camp a dozen miles back.

At this time, if you are careless, and the barbarians are all over the pot, it is called a waste of all the work.

In fact, he was right to be cautious.

Just because a barbarian commander is cautious doesn't mean he doesn't do anything.

A few spies are sent out, and many secrets are no longer secrets.

It was only a small number of Rockman troops that attacked their southern camp, and even the defeat of Lone Wolf Enrique there was all done by this little Rockman army.

At first his eyes were black with anger, and then he immediately considered whether he could fight back.

But when he learned that Derek had set up camp far away, and even prepared the means of warning, he knew that he had no chance.

"Damn it, everything has been ruined by this Mega Man army. Send me someone to find out who's in charge of this army."

No matter how hard it is to accept, you have to figure out how you failed.

Some barbarian generals could not swallow this breath, and shouted: "Big leader, let me take people to kill him, give me a day, I will surely bring the head of the Mega Man back."

"Fools, fools with muscles in their brains, are they as stupid as you are?" The barbarian leader shouted angrily: "He only has to delay for two days, the Mega Man's army will arrive, and then we will be unable to walk."

Whether you want to accept it or not, it must be admitted that more than a third of the army has been lost, and the morale of the severely damaged army is no longer able to fight the Mega Man.

This is a good time to stop, at least not a failure.

"Let's go, Mega Man's plan has been interrupted by us, let the band of God stick with them to bite, we can stand on the barbarians."

The mind of the barbarian commander is very clear that tactical defeat is only painful, strategic defeat is fatal.

Mega Man's plan, of course the Barbarians know, hence the lightning strike.

Win or lose, we have to go.