.Fifteen, Outpost Battle

In this turbulent era of war, countless powerful people are depicting the grand blueprint in their hearts, believing that they will eventually become the protagonist of the historical stage, and the whole world will rotate with them as the center.

As a result, ambition and ambition collide, will and will compete, strategy and strategy conflict, resulting in a series of dazzling sparks... and finally derived several laughable results.

Although each of these strong people is extremely conceited and feels that everything in the world is under control. Once things come to an end, they will always be shocked when the plan is implemented, and they will be broken and surprised by the actual changes, and continue to lament.

In this way, according to or separated from the plan formulated by countless people, as an outpost battle for the entire world, another fierce battle between the Elf Army and the Incas began, and it was mixed with countless black hands.

Of course, what has begun at present can only be considered an outpost battle of outpost battle at most.

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The orange-red sunset gradually settles, and the purple-colored fire in the scorch reflects the red surface of the lake.

Accompanied by the chirping of water birds, layers of waves tumbling with white foam, slowly approaching the beach, gently slapping the reefs and washing the embankment. The towering snow-capped mountains in the distance are reflected in the lake, and misty white clouds are floating around the hillside. The glaciers above the clouds are as crystal clear as diamonds, shining brightly in the sun, shining with dazzling light.

On the narrow plain on the west bank of Moon Lake, there are vast grasslands everywhere. The gentle wind in the summer evening blows across this green ocean, waving soft waves among the weeds that are beyond the knees. The green lake water continues to surge westward, flowing into the unrest of the Mamali River, and is about to rush to the distant tropical ocean. In the Grand Canyon of Cusco, more than a hundred miles downstream, it will turn into a surging torrential torrential torrents. But here, the river water is still quiet and gentle, like a colorful streamer, passing by the grasslands, woods and hills, and drifting to Changchang City not far away - the termination line of the attack of the Elves' Army invasion.

Under the sunset, several half-elf sentries in grass-green military uniforms were lying on the ground in the simple shed, looking at the unchanging monotonous scenery in front of them, and yawning listlessly. For them, another boring day was over, and the next day would only be equally boring...if not even more boring.

Although Marshal Kruze's recent actions were almost obvious. He had no intention of further deepening into the plateau and continued to tangle with the Incas. But for caution, it was also to block the enemy's infiltration of the eastward road and prevent them from further supporting the guerrillas in the plains. The Marshal still built a series of border posts near the attack terminus line, and then arranged more than a thousand soldiers scattered like pepper sprinkled.

This force is deployed on such a long border line. On average, there are no ten people at each post. There are no artillery and magicians. At best, it can play a little early warning role. It is completely impossible to intercept guerrillas or even smugglers in and out. Moreover, Marshal Kruze was not allowed to transfer the troops to the past to avoid dissidents. According to the rumors spread in the army, when the rebel army returns to the east, these unlucky ghosts will most likely be thrown away and left to fend for themselves... Under such circumstances, the morale of the border sentry is so low that it can be imagined.

So, from the first day of mobilizing the garrison here, their military discipline began to be drastically decadent. From late to early retreat to complete absenteeism, it was already bad in just two weeks and could go to the military court. The supply level deteriorated faster than the collapse of the military discipline: military pay and allowances were owed for almost half a year. Ammunition had to pay out of your own pocket to bribe the military chiefs to get it; tobacco, alcohol, canned food, candy and other "luxury goods" rations have never appeared in their hands; potatoes have not been sprouted, and they can only be buried in the ground and waited patiently for the harvest in the next season; military bread was as hard as a stone, and it needed to be split with an axe. In addition, there was always a lot of shortage in quantity; as for applying for the prostitutes to accompany the army to the outpost to report to comfort the place, each portion was directly rejected, and often a reprimand was added.

However, compared with those in the mountains where people are always threatened by the indigenous guns, the outpost at the mouth of the Mamali River is at least safer, but it is even more boring. The sentry in desperate and decadent are cursing every moment. They claim that they would rather die on the battlefield than continue to suffer in this unbearable loneliness. Unfortunately, except for the fact that they cannot fill the deteriorating military rations in the hinterland, they cannot find anything to tell the pain in their hearts. They have had diarrhea all day long.

This place is nominally the front line. In fact, it is so desolate that nothing can be seen. The west side of the estuary is the vast Moon Lake. The Marshal Toulouse is showing off his power. He scared the Inca rafts so much that he dared not go into the water. The Taurus tribe, which is across the river, has already surrendered to the elves at the first time in the fall of Cusco City. And has not yet seen the sad fact that they were ruthlessly abandoned; the plains to the south are isolated from the cliffs of the lake. The guerrillas infiltrate to the east are more willing to walk on the mountain road. They have never been reluctant to visit such remote places; the place not far from the west is a very large city. But the sentries would rather find a place to sleep in the wild than stay in the city for even an hour. Living there is definitely a nightmare...

The undercurrents in the front line army were surging. They were also a little informed by the soldiers at the bottom. But they were basically holding a broken can.

The perverted old marshal who only knows how to embezzle military supplies and skin humans, t let's go. The Queen who drove them to this ghost place to die, should step down. Anyway, they are all a group of people abandoned by fate and bosses. The father does not love his mother or loves him, and his situation is so desperate that he can no longer despair. All loyalty and honors are bullshit to them. Only how to find a way to survive is the only serious thing.

Looking at the falling sunset, a sentry rubbed his sleepy eyes and touched his cramped belly. He stood up reluctantly, intending to find out what else to eat.

A cool evening breeze blew towards him, mixed with the fragrance of grass and wild flowers, but he wanted to smell the stimulating smell of alcohol, tobacco and women's powder. Unfortunately, these things were very, very far away from him, so far that he didn't know if he had the chance to taste them again in his life.

The bread hasn't been delivered for several days, and the remaining potatoes were not enough for mice to be eaten. There was still one fish left from the lake in the morning. If you mixed some wild vegetables in it, you should be able to barely get a pot of fish soup... The sentry looked over the pitiful inventory in the post and thought in a daze. Suddenly, he suddenly felt a cold chill behind him running down his scalp to his tail, which made him shiver and almost collapsed on the ground.

What was going on? Could it be that he had a bad sleep that caused him to catch a cold? The sentry rubbed his nose in confusion, and then heard a strange noise. He turned around, looked up at the lake covered by the dusk, and then was stunned, not even noticed that the pot and kitchen knife hit the foot.

The crisp sound of metal impact awakened the other soldiers. These guys came out of the shack with disheveled faces. At first glance, their colleagues were staring at the distant lake in a daze, as if they were possessed. At the same time, a clearer rumbling sound of cannons came from the lake, prompting them to turn their heads and look in accordance with their colleagues' gaze, and then they became dumbfounded.

A super giant ship with colorful appearance and body size exceeds their imagination was jumping out of the horizontal line from the direction of the sun set and galloping towards them quickly. In the shadow of the hull of the hexagram flag of the Naserel Empire hung on the top of the mast, there were fires of bombardment of ship guns shining one after another. Above the warship, two giant dragons were swung and flew, diving from time to time, and roaring in a low voice. Even though the distance was still far, the sentries could still clearly feel the trembling dragon power.

On the water surface in front of the giant ship, three brigged clutches with fairy green leaf flags pulled their sails, risking overturning and walking on the shaped route at the highest speed, desperately trying to escape the deadly artillery fire, but it was still in vain. Although the giant ship was huge, its speed was not slow at all, and it was even far away from the fleeing clutches, so that they still had the intention to circle the briggs, as if they were teasing the mouse.

However, although this giant flower-skinned ship was terrifying, its artillery was not very good. Rows of shells rang out like a shocking moment, and even the three double-brigged fast ships that sank the water column near the missing bullets, had two left on the water surface. The only battle was that the rudder was not enough, and they were crushed to the bow of the opponent's ship... Of course, no matter how poor the quality of the enemy ship gunners were, the destruction of this elves fleet was destined - one of the giant dragons had already flew over the estuary of the river, completely blocking their only way back.

Before the sentries could sigh at the unfortunate fate of their naval colleagues, a string of rustling sound suddenly came from them. The next moment, they opened their eyes widened because of extreme fear. At some point, nearly a hundred agile dark elf female warriors emerged from the grass, showing a semi-encirclement, and were pushing towards this poor little outpost step by step!

Unlike the ragged and ragged guerrillas they used to be, these dark elves were all wearing new camouflage uniforms of the same color, holding the scouts' favorite crossbows, the crossbows were large, and the poisonous arrows were shining with a faint blue light. Perhaps out of their contempt for the sentry, they did not take the lead, but deliberately showed their bodies, with a mocking expression on their faces, and slowly surrounded them.

Looking at these approaching death threats, several sentries barely suppressed their fear, turned around and glanced at the musket that was still hanging in the shack, and the simple beacon tower that was already controlled by the enemy further away, exchanged glances with each other, and made a decision.

So, in the surprised gaze of the dark elves, the sentry captain put his fiercely trembling left hand into his arms, took out a white cloth that had been prepared, and raised it high. The white cloth danced slightly in the soft wind under the twilight, which was particularly eye-catching.

"surrender!"

The captain shouted in the only Naserier word he knew, and his body was still shaking like a sieve.

The answer to him was a burst of laughter.

On the day, the newly restored Xiangrui launched an anchor from the Tijuanako City, carrying all 30,000 Inca Imperial Guards and successfully entered Changchang City at the mouth of the Mamari River. On the way, the outpost of the Elf Army's five light warships arranged by the Elf Army in Moon Lake - the outpost of the counterattack of Cusco City... ended in victory.
Chapter completed!