Section 65 Reason

At noon, a large group of people were camping in a Shanyin area.

Flint, the commander of the team, seemed a little anxious. Although he ordered the marching mainly at night, early morning, dusk, and camping and resting most of the day. But in fact, he himself did not know why he did this. This violation of the conventional practice had obvious disadvantages, and the most obvious point was that the marching speed was greatly slowed down.

Experienced people can judge that their speed of progress has been reduced by half. This is because riding a horse at night is a very dangerous behavior, which can easily lead to accidents such as falling and injury. Therefore, at night, you cannot walk too fast, and even take the main behavior of leading horses. Although the grassland is flat, there are many pits, rocks, shrubs, etc. For example, the most common and dangerous pits - those grassland rats often do this. If you step on those dangerous rat holes, the galloping horse will break its legs and feet.

After doing such stupid things for several consecutive days, complaints were everywhere in the team, and even Flint felt great pressure.

Flint is the highest-ranking God-Selected Warrior in the team, which is also the reason for him to become the commander. He is still young and has unlimited potential. In his previous battle with the terror war gang, he killed multiple enemies in one breath, thus gaining the praise of Prince Huanyu and his own Chaos Armor. Then, he killed the Chaos Lord Atorian in an unexpected conflict. With this achievement, he immediately became a God-Selected Warrior. In just a few months, he rose from an ordinary plunderer to a God-Selected Warrior, the second-person in the tribe. The promotion speed is really eye-catching. And who can guarantee how far he can finally reach?

However, on the other hand, because the promotion speed is so fast that he has no real confidant. Yes, many people admire him, admire him, and regard him as the hope of idols and tribes, but it is also because of this reason that they clearly feel the pressure.

More than one person told him directly or indirectly that this could not continue. What they were going to do was a dangerous sneak attack mission. So slowly and slowly, maybe the hunter and prey would change one by one.

If Flint was really the commander, he would have accepted these opinions. Because this approach was so stupid. The problem was that he knew that he was just a puppet, pretending to be under the control of the other hand. I don’t know why (he dared not ask), the Chaos Lord Ash Rufat refused to lead them himself, but asked him to come forward to serve as the titular commander.

Dinner—although it should be lunch according to real time—ends in a hurry. Except for a few people who are responsible for caring for horses, others have already started to rest.

Although it was noon, the fatigue after rushing all night still caused most of them to fall asleep quickly.

Flint was taking off his armor when he saw Moore walking in his tent—not the kind of tent that could hold pieces of furniture in the camp, but the super-small tent used in the marching.

"Flint," as the oldest Chaos Warrior in the tribe, Moore is also a bit old. After all, he watched Flint grow up. "It can't continue like this."

"Why can't it?"

"Everyone is getting more and more worried," Moore explained. "Even if we are on the road at full speed, the so-called "sneak attack" will be difficult to succeed. It is even more impossible for us to slowly rush like this. We only have so many people, and you have to understand that the Son of the Plunder is a large tribe. Yes, when we set out, their camp was still empty, but as long as they randomly draw a force from where they come back, we will become a trap."

"Go to the net." Flint repeated the word. This word was not used too much. To be honest, if it weren't for the promotion of this matter, Flint would have definitely opposed this brave and unscrupulous sneak attack.

"But we have been... dragging it down for so long now." Flint thought for a while and replied. It's okay for the others, but Moore is an elder in the tribe and cannot simply push back.

"So you can't delay it anymore," Moore said. "This sneak attack was only half - even half was an exaggerated estimate - and now we have a chance of success at most. If you continue to stalemate like this, even this half-percent chance will be gone. Unless you don't plan to launch a sneak attack at all."

Flint hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

"Tell me, what happened?" Although Moore was still a Chaos Warrior, he had not lived for nothing for so many years. He noticed some signs from Flint's hesitation.

"It must be done." Flint sighed and replied. "Otherwise we will lose."

"We have to do this? We have to walk over so slowly. When we arrive, we see that the plundering sons are ready for battle? Flint, if we march at full speed, we may have a chance to beat them, but now we do so, we don't even have a chance."

"Only if we are slow, we have the only chance of winning."

Moore stared at Flint without saying anything. But this silence itself formed a psychological pressure.

"I am the commander." Flint took a deep breath and replied. "I know what kind of responsibility I have to bear. When the battle breaks out, I must rush to the first place. If we want to retreat, I must also have the rear of the temple. This battle is related to the survival of the entire tribe, because almost all of our warriors are here. If we fail, then..."

"I hope you are right." Moore finally spoke. He stopped talking and turned around and left.

Flint sighed. In fact, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness himself. Is this really a sneak attack? Or, can this approach really "sneak attack"? Moore is right. The plundering son just randomly draws a force back - maybe they don't even need to draw a force back. Just being vigilant is enough to deal with such a weak and arrogant enemy.

Flint didn't know why he was doing such a stupid thing. However, Ashu Rufate was a Chaos Lord, and if he said he should do it, he should do it. Flint had no reason to think he was wiser than Ashu Rufate. However, this was indeed too contrary to common sense.

He took off the last part of his armor and poked his head out of the tent. The temporary camp was already quiet, with only snoring sounds one after another.

Because it was broad daylight, only one sentry was watching from a slope farther away to observe the movements and stillness around. During the day, this was enough, and a pair of eyes was enough to observe a large range.

Flint quietly walked to a tent next to him. When he walked in, he saw Ashu Rufate sitting on the ground thinking about something. Ashu Rufate saw him coming in, he nodded slightly and said nothing.

"Sir." Flint asked in a very light voice. "They are all suspicious."

"Well, find a way to delay." Ashrufa nodded, indicating that he already knew.

"Sir, please allow me to offend...but...I want to know... why do I do this?" Flint asked tentatively. "If you want to attack, shouldn't you speed up?"

"Scout." Ash Rufate replied. "The situation is tense and there are too many scouts. If you march in a hurry, no matter how fast it is, it will not be faster than magic communication. On the contrary, if we are so slow, the scouts will not report it immediately with magic, but will try to find out our origin first. This gives us a chance."

"but……"

"Look at this." Ashu Rufate took out a bunch of things from his saddle bag and threw them away.

"Are these... magic communication scrolls?" Flint recognized it at a glance. It is not difficult to identify, because the wizards in the tribe, Asovan, often spend time making such things. The scrolls vary in size and style, and you can tell at a glance that they are from different wizards - this means they come from different tribes.

"Well, this is the harvest last night," Ash Rufate replied. "We did meet scouts along the way, and there were quite a few."

The scroll is here, what will the fate of the scroll owner? Well, it seems that you can know without guessing it.

"Flint, last time I said, in the south, there is a book called "Military Book" used to record the war wisdom of predecessors. The focus is to record many real war instances. According to these military books, when the difference in combat power reaches three times, the possibility of victory in frontal combat is lost. In other words, when the difference in combat power is three times, the clever arrangement of troops is arranged, the encouragement of leading by example, the courage of the entire army... and so on.

Under normal circumstances, all the methods that can make people win have failed. The only option is to rely on strong cities (or dangerous terrain) to defend. However, in this world, there are always some unlucky people who have to face such battles with a difference in combat power of three times or even more. Most of them are naturally defeated - this kind of person is naturally not to mention, but there are indeed a few other examples, they have won battles with a difference in combat power of three times or even more."

Flint listened quietly with his breath.

"In these examples of winning, some are accidental situations that cannot be repeated. For example, an earthquake, a meteorite, a flood, etc. But others are repetitive... For example, a sneak attack. The military book says, 'Accidental attack,' which means that as long as the opponent is not mentally prepared, the weak side can defeat a powerful opponent. It is difficult for any army to deal with a sudden attack from the enemy without any preparation. In this surprise attack, the attacker will have an absolute advantage at the beginning."

"Our power balance is too disparity." Ashrufate continued. "We have no choice except sneak attacks. But the key to sneak attacks is not whether you are fast or slow, but whether the enemy is prepared. If you are prepared, it will be useless no matter how fast we run. If you are not prepared, it doesn't matter if we are slow."

"I understand, sorry, sir." Flint bowed his head and apologized.

"I have to hold on for a few more days." Ashrufate said. There was another reason he didn't say it, because the speechless panic was the main force's deception operation. As he expected, each scout carried only one or two magic messenger scrolls, and at most only three - on the Chaos side, the magic messenger scrolls are also relatively precious items (in fact, this is normal. The wizards must not have enough time for the structure of the Chaos Tribe, and their energy and material conditions are like those of the church's magicians). This means that the scouts were not in an emergency or had major discoveries, otherwise they would not use such things.

"Remember, before the battle, you must emphasize... to minimize unnecessary casualties."
Chapter completed!