This castle is called Birch Castle.

This is a military castle built by the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, completely stripped of any superfluous facilities and built solely for military purposes.

The tower! A wall of horses! The woman wall!

This infrastructure has everything.

Derek surmised that the castle was built to contain the threat from Locke's kingdom.

Even if Saint Maitreya province falls, the retreating army can regroup here, on the one hand to block the pace of the enemy's eastward advance, on the other hand, it can be used as a fulcrum from here at any time.

Geographically, any town in Sant Maitreya Province can be reached directly from Bai Hua Fort.

Unfortunately, this weapon of war instead fell into the hands of Mega Man, which in turn can become a nightmare for the kingdom of the Holy Cross.

Derek wasted little time repairing the castle and training his men.

Thanks to the panel in hand, qualified soldiers can be trained in just over a month.

Then, after the weather turned cool, the scouts of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross finally began to appear in large numbers around Birch Castle.

Derek immediately sent to round up the troops. He had no intention of going out into the field.

This is destined to be a dumb war, and no strategy makes sense.

For the other Lockean nobles, there was an escape route, but not for him.

Eat more and occupy more, when the scenery is at its peak, naturally no one dares to target themselves.

But if we fail, if we lose our territory, we could be in trouble.

But this is a great opportunity, and it's even more impossible for Derek to give up.

At least from his point of view, the odds are good.

Fight, no matter when you fight, you will offend people, why not take advantage of the least cost?

Therefore, no matter how many troops of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross come, he will hold.

By holding Fort Birch, the army of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross cannot wreak havoc.

Send a small force past Fort Birch. That's death.

Send a large force straight across, and Derek won't hesitate to eat the guards and cut them off.

So, make a nail, use the most cruel flesh grinder, and send the army of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross back.

A lot of people are gonna die here.

Derek knew in his heart that many people were destined to die for his ambition, and that this was just the beginning.

What you can do is try to do less, and then the treatment after death is better.

Derek, standing on the upper floor of the fort, saw the dust rising in the distance.

Large numbers of Holy Cross troops have arrived.

Pennants represented a knight, and more ragged serf soldiers trudged along behind them.

Derek did not relax. The serf soldiers of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, though notoriously ineffective, were also notoriously cheap.

Even though Rocco smuggled slaves into the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, they were quality serfs, the private property of nobles and priests.

These, most of whom were freely brought in as freemen or royal slaves, were treated with the contemptuous title of serf soldiers and allowed to be driven.

Sometimes, numbed serf soldiers are just as troublesome as elite ones.

Derek soon saw that the army of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross had just gained a foothold and, seeing that it was past noon, instead of building a camp, began to drive out the serf soldiers and attack the city.

There were not even a few aerial ladders, but they simply drove the serf soldiers to attack Fort Birch.

"That's cruel!"

Simon stood beside Derek, who had always been ruthless, but also felt that the nobility of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross was too ruthless.

"It's all wealth!"

Derek also felt a pity that these serfs were cheap cannon fodder in the hands of the Holy Cross Kingdom, but in his eyes they were walking gold coins.

It's a pity that I'm gonna destroy these coins myself.

That little bit of pity wasn't enough to shake Derek's resolve.

He watched with indifference as the soldiers under his command were brutally killed.

The nobles of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross may be corrupt, but they are not fools.

They drove the serf soldiers, and it was not a pointless venting.

Through this attack, we can test the defenses of Fort Birch.

If Derek shows weakness, he's gonna get hit hard.

But to their disappointment, no matter what direction they tried, the Birch Fort did not show a flaw.

Soon, large forces from the Kingdom of the Holy Cross began to arrive.

Set up camp!

A lot of cavalry huddled around a group of people watching from the front.

For the generals in the cold weapons era, if they only listened to the reports of their men, they would not know how to die.

Only by personally investigating and determining the terrain and environment can we make a relatively correct judgment.

The reason why it is relatively correct is that it is often overlooked, if it is caught by the other side, it may be a record in history.

When Simon saw this situation, he was immediately ready to move: "Adult, do you want me to take someone to rush a wave?"

Now that the cavalry had expanded, Simon thought he could try it at such close range.

"If you want to die, try it."

Derek angrily scolded: "Stupid, see clearly, the opposite has been an infantry phalanx did not move, this is to prevent you from making a surprise attack."

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These men of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross are better at saving their lives than the barbarians."

Simon held his head back, barely breathing out loud.

...

In the distance, generals from the Kingdom of the Holy Cross were discussing Derek.

Unlike the purely military organizations on the Rocco side, the Holy Cross army also had missionaries in it.

However, they generally do not interfere in the war arrangements, but are very hard to collect money.

This army of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross is Earl Conor Rad, known as the Sword of God.

The count was also a seasoned general, but he was best known for putting down a serf uprising, massacring tens of thousands of people at once.

Of course, no amount of livestock killed at the bottom of the hierarchy in the Kingdom of the Holy Cross matters.

He was even given the title of the Sword of God by the church for maintaining the rule of the local church.

Conor was thus made Earl de jour, with the great support of the Church.

Of course, this does not deny his strength.

In military terms, the Earl of Connall was even good, at least the nobles who were working with him to suppress the rebellion were killed by the untouchables.

Lord Conor's face grew serious as he watched the attack of the serf soldiers.

"Have you found out who the watchman here is?"

"It must be von Derrick. I hear his fief is right behind Birch Castle."

Three months ago, you would have said von Derick, who no noble in the Kingdom of the Holy Cross would have known, and now... There's not a lot of people who don't know this one.

"It seems that the rumor is true, this Viscount Derek is not a fluke, can set up such a good defense, not everyone can do." Lord Connall said with all his heart.

The more basic you are, the more you will see.

Few knights in the kingdom today have this basic skill.

He had a feeling it would be hard to fight.

Lord Conor's premonition soon came true, and from a tentative attack the next day, the army of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross began to bleed.

Under Birch Castle, there are piles of bodies that make people sick every day.

Lord Connall repeatedly came under the castle, trying to lure the troops inside into a surprise attack, but Derek was as steady as an old dog, either in strength or in weakness, but he did not move.

Derek knows he can win by dragging this out, so why risk it?

He who is good at war has no great achievements.

Outsiders only see the scenery with less than more, but they do not know the danger.

If you're not careful, you could flip over.

Given a choice, Derek would rather fight with more.

Besides, he hasn't been idle.

Taking advantage of the friendship of the Kingdom of the Holy Cross, he directly taught Fort Birch as an offensive and defensive drill.

How do you set up the defense, how do you motivate, and what do you do when you're on the offensive?

It is a process of teaching and self-learning.

"War, never in isolation, we need to know the purpose of war."

A strategic victory is always better than a tactical victory.

You see, on the other side, Lord Connall, why did he venture to the front again and again?

I guarantee you, once we get out of here, he'll be smiling from ear to ear, even if we kill a bunch of Holy Cross officers.

Why? Tactically, you may have achieved your goal of striking the other side.

Can you lose a lot, the White Birch Fort changed hands, lost the territory behind it, even Saint Maitreya Province, do you think you won or lost?"

Derek stood in the tower, pointing to the Count's flag not far away.

"Tell me, Simon, if you were Lord Connall, would you risk being bait?"

Simon is finally enlightened a little, every day, encounter similar situations, finally know what to do.

Therefore, it is difficult to be a good general, but it is not difficult to be a qualified general.

And in this era of mutual comparison, qualified has been able to hang 90% of the generals.

"I know. Next time, I can be the decoy to seduce the garrison."

Simon was elated and felt he had learned a trick.

But Derek turned around and kicked him in the ass.

"That Conor guy is stupid. Are you as stupid as he is?

Find someone about your size, put on your armor, and carry your flag, and there will be no danger at all."

Simon and all the officers were stunned.

And this kind of operation?

"But... But it's not honorable." "Simon stammered.

"Honor is important or life is important, you lie in the grave, no one says you honor."

You stand before each other's graves, and no one says you are dishonored."

The shock that Derek's words brought to these feudal knights was great.

You can imagine that in the next few days or even months or even a lifetime, maybe some people are constantly thinking about this problem.

Of course, the legacy may be praised or denigrated.

But does it matter?

It doesn't matter.

Derek looked at the Earl of Connall in the distance, convinced that he should now be abusing himself.

But can you do yourself any harm?

No, on the contrary... He would give anything to get Derek out of Fort Birch.

And Lord Connall, by this time, had indeed broken the defences.

As a bigwig who rose from the bottom of the aristocracy, he thought he had seen too many young people, young and famous, or proud.

But this Derek guy, he's a real loser.

No matter how tempting they are, the other side is stable like a eunuch.

He even suspected that he could turn a blind eye to a room full of naked beauties in front of each other.

"fuck! Where did the evil come from?"

Lord Connall has given up.

Now there is no other way, while acting as bait himself, he tries to send someone to negotiate with Derek, but he is shot and killed before he can get close.