The robe and the white robe legion gathered on the shore, and the other cavalry did not disembark, so he just slowly left the shore.

Naland led two elite legions gradually deeper into Baimapo. At this time, the scout hurried over and bowed to the horse: "Report to the general that there is no one in the camp, only thirty-six bodies were found."

Naland's heart was abrupt, there were only thirty-six people, how could it be?

This is a war that cannot be lost, and Naland had to be cautious. Even if he had two of the most elite legions of the Holy Fire Sect, he could not act rashly.

If something goes wrong, there will be a demon!

He ordered: "The first, two or three columns of the White Robe Legion Army, search me carefully, be careful to ambush, report any abnormalities to me, and the others are in a circular defensive array, be careful of movement around."

...

Not long after, the first, second and third columns came back to report: "General, no trace was found, they seemed to have evacuated."

Evacuation? What the hell are they doing?

Naland hesitated for a moment, made up his mind and shouted, "All columns, set off!"

The two legions set off, and sure enough, scouts found traces of retreat along the way, and they were not attacked at all. Except for the occasional sound of birds and beasts in the mountains and forests, the surroundings were terriblely quiet.

Thousands of ships on the river were also lined up in columns and headed towards Crescent City in response to the two legions on the shore.

After walking slowly for ten miles, we encountered another beacon tower. The same beacon camp was empty and no coalition soldiers were found.

Naland stood in the middle of the camp, looking at the enemy camp as usual around him. He couldn't help but expand his questions.

Didn't they resist at all and just waited for us to drive straight into the Crescent City?

The traces of the conspiracy were too heavy. After a while, he confirmed that the enemy had not ambushed. He suppressed his doubts and prepared to call the soldiers to set off.

At this time, countless cannons suddenly sounded on the river surface, causing birds to fly in the mountains and forests.

Naland pulled the frightened horse and shouted, "What happened?"

"Report to the Lord. There is an enemy ship on the surface of the river!"

Naland thought to himself that he finally came. It would not be too strange if there was no resistance. At this time, he hoped that the enemy would come out to fight a battle seriously, so as to avoid such a chaotic feeling. He climbed up the beacon tower and looked at the river with a monocular telescope. He saw that the water columns on the river were shot up by magic cannons, and dozens of holy fire warships were already hit and silent, and the formation was a little chaotic. Obviously, the enemy's attack was very accurate and effective.

The densely packed ships on the river surface gathered there, and the flotillas further away were the coalition forces, blocked by thick fog, and they could not see the specific number clearly.

"Sir, are we going to support?" asked the deputy commander of the white robe.

"No! We have launched all the ships this time, and Lord Gao Shilanden is in charge, so we will definitely be able to defend the enemy's attack. Our mission is Crescent City." Naland turned around and ordered: "All soldiers. Go forward at full speed and take the Crescent."

...

On the north shore, the thick fog was thinner. The sun hung in the air like a newly peeled egg, and the sun was not very hot.

A team of ghostly silent teams were moving forward quickly, avoiding countless posts along the way, and no one in the north bank where the layers of defense were deployed were discovered.

"General, you are almost at the Northeast Camp." Meng Zhuoer came to Yulei and whispered.

Yu Lei took out a letter from his arms and handed it over: "Since you are the patrol commander, of course you have a way to enter the battalion. There is a forged secret letter here, which says that the commander of our troops to assist in the defense of the baggage battalion. When you get there, you will find the commander of the Third Infantry Regiment of the Northeast Battalion, and you will naturally be able to take over."

"But General, will our goal be too big?" Meng Zhuoer pointed at the white clothes on the soldiers.

Yulei chuckled and waved to the soldiers behind: "Eliminate all the dye on the clothes."

The soldiers took out a bottle of potion from their arms, poured the potion on a dry cloth, wiped it all over their bodies, and then wiped it off immediately. All the whites were removed, revealing the original color of the clothes, but they were all in the Holy Fire Army uniforms, which were forged as real.

Meng Zhuoer couldn't help but be amazed. The Holy Fire Army had been in trouble for eight lifetimes when it encountered such an enemy.

He brought two soldiers to the northeast camp of the Holy Fire with two horses, and Yu Lei and the others walked slowly behind.

When he arrived at the camp gate, Meng Zhuoer was already standing with a strong man with a beard. The strong man was Takra, the commander of the Third Infantry Regiment, and behind him

As soon as Yu Lei arrived, he escorted them all the way through the Northeast Battalion. There were only three infantry regiments in the battalion and 20,000 infantry stationed, and the regiment commander was the highest-level commander. The three thousand cavalry led by Yu Lei were a bit conspicuous, but under the leadership of Takra, there was nothing to ask.

The Holy Fire Army comes from all over the world, and many soldiers only know each other after the army is summoned. Yu Lei and his friends will not arouse suspicion. It is normal for them to not recognize infantry and cavalry in hundreds of thousands of troops.

I arrived at another exit of Northeast Camp without any obstacles.

Takra bowed to Yulei: "God is careful when you go here, so the official will be sent here."

Yu Lei returned a teaching ceremony, took a deep look at Takra, and quickly left with three thousand cavalrymen.

As soon as he left the Northeast camp's sight, Yu Lei whispered: "Go ahead at full speed."

Everyone rode their horses and marched towards the baggage camp twenty miles away.

The sun was coming out and the weather was slightly warming. The servants of the Holy Fire Army's baggage camp were busy all night last night, preparing food and various equipment for the army attacking the south bank. They were a little sluggish at this time. The members of the Silver Robe Knights' Order complained a lot because it was not the turn to take the mission.

According to the regular sequence, the White Robe Legion ranked last among the four major legions of the Holy Fire Cult. In the first battle, the two legions of Golden Robe and Silver Robe should have been dispatched, but because of Gao Shilanden, the Silver Robe was squeezed out of the vanguard array by the White Robe. What's even more hateful is that it was sent to this rear to guard the baggage camp and mix with a group of chefs and grooms.

This made this group of magic knights who claimed to be noble and outstanding were insulted.

With deep resentment, most of the silver-robed knights would sleep in their tents.

Several grooms were pulling horses to wash their horses at the camp gate. The fierce war ahead could not affect the rear. The surroundings were so quiet that they were drowsy.

One groom heard the sound of horse hooves and said to another groom, "Hey, have you heard it? It seems that a cavalry is coming."

The older groom threw the brush into the water impatiently: "The cavalry that comes from ghosts, the cavalry are all going to fight. You kid are crazy to be a cavalry. Let me tell you, your slat is the life of the groom..."

A sound of horse hooves rushed into his ears.

The horse he washed was disturbed by the horse's hooves, and he kicked him into the wooden basin with his two hind hooves.

The old groom screamed in pain, crawling out of the wooden basin with dizziness, his whole body was wet. He blinked his eyes and looked at the horse taller than him. The horse knight was full of arrogance and said coldly: "Where are the guard posts of the baggage camp, where are they dead? Why are you grooms here?"

The old groom was still dizzy and stayed there for a while. Seeing the knight's face turned ugly, the young groom beside him quickly gave a bad military salute: "Sir, yes, that's right, the knights are still sleeping."

Humph, the knight took out a letter and waved it, and snorted heavily: "We are members of the Third Cavalry Battalion of the Fifth Army. The commander ordered us to assist in the defense of the baggage battalion. Here the commander's military orders, get out of the way."

There was no groom who had seen this formation before he could react when a group of cavalry rushed into the baggage camp like wolves and tigers.

"Bali, Bali, are they really defending cavalry?"

"How can I know?" The old groom rubbed his almost broken waist and scolded: "Don't meddle in other people's business, we are just grooms, grooms..."

The servants in the baggage camp saw the cavalry rushing in and out of the heavy armored cavalry scattered to the side.

To put it nicely, these servants are soldiers, but to put it nicely, they are cooks and grooms. Even if the regular infantry faces the cavalry, they are a little shorter. Moreover, no one dares to come out to question the group of cavalry that suddenly appeared.

However, members of the Silver Robe Knights discovered these cavalry.

Mondor took the soldier letter and shouted: "Is General Aristotle here? There is an urgent letter from the commander!"

A middle-aged man who was not wearing armor came around surrounded by a group of soldiers and said from afar: "I am Aristotle, the leader of the Silver Robe Knights. Who are you?"
Chapter completed!