Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 206: Strings Sound on a Snowy Night

In a tattered animal-skin tent, the hobgoblin Leighton was sipping a cup of hot fruit wine brewed by the Centaurs themselves, trying to relieve the chill caused by a night of running around.

Although it was too busy and tired that night, it couldn't suppress a smile on its face.

Because it all seems worth it.

Not only did he resolve the current crisis, he was even able to join the camp of a human baron, and Gus did not die.

This was all much better than Leighton had imagined.

As an awakened earth elf with intelligence surpassing that of his peers, Leiden has always understood one thing deeply.

That is, in this current era, human beings are the undisputed masters.

This is the general trend of history and cannot be changed.

Just like the Titans in the Age of Titans, the elves and dragons in the Age of Magic, and so on.

In every era, there is a favorite who is favored by the gods. In the past few thousand years, the human beings who have firmly controlled the richest land and the most fertile grasslands in the world are undoubtedly this favorite.

No matter how it and Gus develop with the Wind Clan in the wilderness, they are ultimately a second-rate force. Even if they grow strong enough, they will be nipped in the bud by humans.

Therefore, joining humans is the best solution. As far as Leiden knows, many of the famous orc tribes have already made friends with humans and have survived and grown.

Now, the Gale Clan is back on the right track, provided that this battle, as a token of their allegiance, is fought beautifully.

"How is everyone preparing?" It raised the glass and drank the hot wine in one gulp. After letting out a long breath of hot air, it moved its cold feet closer to the fire.

"Brothers, you have already carried your bows and arrows and sharpened your swords." Surrounding Leiden were the most outstanding and brave Centaur warriors of the Wind Clan.

The bronzed and muscular muscles are proof of their strength honed bit by bit in battle. Facing the upcoming battle, their calm expressions are the best reflection of their fearlessness of life and death.

It is worth mentioning here.

There are many centaur warriors in the Wilderness Alliance, but they all belong to different tribes.

The Wind Clan, led by Gus and Layton, had about 400 centurions and archers, excluding those who had died, and more than 1,000 bear goblins serving as auxiliary troops.

Ever since Leiden joined the Wind Clan and became the second leader, the goblins began to complement the Centaur Clan.

The goblins are responsible for production and some logistical work, while the centaurs are responsible for combat matters.

Of course, the goblin tribe mentioned here only includes bear goblins and hobgoblins.

As for ordinary goblins, Leighton thought that these creatures were completely disgusting animals like mice and did not accept them at all.

The tent was silent except for the crackling sound of burning wood. Leighton was going over all the details in his mind to see if there were any loopholes.

Swish!
The simple wooden board that served as the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Lei..."

The silent atmosphere was instantly broken, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked over at the same time.

Looking at the dozen or so fully-equipped centaur warriors who were staring at her with murderous eyes, the originally aggressive harpy Queen Edan lost her temper in an instant and couldn't help swallowing.

Leiden gestured, and the Centaur warrior who was drawing his bow and arrow lowered his nomadic bow.

But if necessary, with this distance of a few steps, they are confident that they can shoot an arrow through the ugly head of the opponent before he can make a sound.

"It's so late, Edan, why don't you go to bed? How come you have time to come to my place?" Leighton smiled and motioned for the other party to come and sit down.

"Aren't you guys asleep too?" Aidan took a deep breath, laughed twice with ambiguous meanings, and sat directly opposite the earth elf who had a little friendship with him.

"Tell me, what brings you to me so late at night?"

"Let me be frank, Leighton. I saw you leaving the camp alone in the snow and wind at night." The Harpy Queen looked around and found that she was surrounded by the centaurs in the tent. She simply spoke frankly, staring at the other party's face.

Leighton raised his brows slightly, and his hand unconsciously pressed on the sword.

Although as it said, it was as inconspicuous as an ant in this coalition army, even a pig-headed warrior could receive more attention than it.

But it is inevitable that it will be noticed by someone with ulterior motives, and Edan is obviously that person.

"I already knew that you would not be buried with this coalition army. Tell me, Leighton, when are you going to leave?"

Without waiting for Leiden to smash the cup as a signal, dozens of executioners rushed out and chopped the harpy queen into meat sauce. It spoke with certainty again.

"This coalition army is now unable to cope with the human attack. This is something everyone knows. The drow elf was furious just now, but it was just the anger of an incompetent person."

"Like you, I will not let my people be buried in this cold snowfield. As for the Primordial Blood Crystal? I have never even seen it until now. Maybe it is just a cover set by these drow!"

"You left alone tonight to explore the retreat route, right?"

Leighton calmly moved his hand away and couldn't help but look up to the harpy queen.

In fact, as Edan said, most people knew that they had no chance of winning this battle.

But they have already invested too much in this war, draining the war supplies from the tribe, and countless tribal warriors have died.

They are like gamblers who have lost all their money but still hope for a elusive comeback to make it all back.

There are few who are as sober as Edan.

"Anyone with a little common sense knows that when those drow priests are wiped out, victory in this war is extremely slim. I really don't want to be buried here with them." Leighton neither admitted nor refuted. He wanted to take a sip of hot plum wine, but found that the glass was empty, so he had to give up.

"Tell me, when are you going to leave? I'll leave with you." Edan tacitly assumed that Leighton had admitted it, and asked anxiously.

Only it knows the extraordinary talents of this unremarkable goblin.

The fact that a goblin can lead a group of centaurs is enough to prove its extraordinaryness.

What's more, when we went south together to stop the humans, it was thanks to its command that we were able to resist for a long time.

However, only she and Gus knew about this. As for Enke, the minotaur, he could not play with them at all after he came back, and the two sides lost contact.

In other words, even if the drow knew these things, he probably wouldn't take them seriously because Leighton was a goblin.

"You go back first. I will inform you when I leave. After all, the fewer people who know about it, the better." Edan looked at Leighton deeply and finally nodded. He knew that the other party was right.

When retreating, the fewer people there are, the better, so as to avoid attracting other people's attention.

Moreover, if the news leaks out, the first ones to suffer them will be the leaders of other wilderness tribes.

The Harp Queen stood up and walked towards the door, leaving only her back.

Swish!
"Although you guessed wrong, who knows if you were pretending? At this time, any possibility must be killed!" Looking at the other party's head suddenly flying up, Leighton had a blank expression on his face, wondering whether the agreed time had arrived.

A Centaur warrior shook off the blood drops on his machete, supported the headless corpse that was about to fall to the ground, and gently placed it on the open space beside him.

Aidan never understood how he died until his death, and the ugly banshee still had a look of relief on her face as if she had just left.

"It's time to go." Leighton smashed the wine glass to the ground, put on a wolfskin hat, and led the centaurs out of the shabby tent.

The camp of the Wilderness Alliance is divided according to tribes. The camp of the Wind Clan is located to the west of the entire alliance, next to a lizardman tribe called Green Scale.

Originally, there were more than 2,000 members, which was a force that could not be ignored. However, after several difficult battles, they suffered heavy losses and only less than a thousand were left, including the wounded and auxiliary soldiers.

Leighton glanced at the sky. The whole world seemed to have been covered in a layer of dark veil. It began to become foggy and he could barely make out the outlines of the buildings.

There were only a few Gnolls in the enemy's camp, shivering and standing guard in the snow. It wasn't because they were doing their duty, but because it was too cold to sleep.

Leiden was not surprised. After all, this coalition was just a makeshift team. The current situation was that most tribes sent their vassals to guard in the snow and ice, while they themselves were sleeping soundly in their tents.

"Follow the plan." There were no extra instructions. Before this, Leighton had already informed the group of people of part of the plan.

The Centaurs silently carried out crudely made oak barrels. These barrels were half the size of a person, but in the hands of these three-blade-high strong men, they were easily lifted like a ball.

Their arms, as thick as marble pillars, were bulging with veins, and they gathered all their strength to throw them towards the Green Scale Tribe not far away.

Swish swish!
Countless rockets, ready to launch, headed straight for the oak barrel in the air.

The two collided, and the oak barrel in mid-air suddenly burst into a ball of blue flame, and even the surrounding space seemed to be distorted, and countless fragments carrying flames flew in all directions.

Finally, it spread like a fire snake, igniting the already flammable animal skin tents.

The ignition point of the oil of this wood is simply terrifying. Even in the ice and snow, it explodes like kerosene, making crackling sounds while burning and emitting a very rich pine scent.

These oak barrels were filled with fat that was undoubtedly fried from pitch pine wood.

This tree is prone to spontaneous combustion because it is too rich in oil and can only grow in cold areas with ice and snow.

Wild people usually use it as fuel in the winter to keep out the cold that can freeze countless people to death.

The Wind Clan has collected quite a few of them. Leiden's original intention was to use them for sieges, but he didn't expect that it would not even have a chance to be used, so it has been shelved. Unexpectedly, it was used today to let the friendly forces have a taste of it first.

The loud explosion startled everyone who was sleeping.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The lizardmen of the Green Scale Tribe were the first to scream in agony. Looking at the tents that had been burned with holes, they rushed out of the tents without even having time to pick up their weapons.

What greeted them were extremely sharp arrows. The Centaurs were like old hunters, constantly drawing their bows and drawing arrows with calm expressions.

Within a hundred steps, their arrows penetrated the scales of the lizardmen, which were as good as leather armor, leaving a string of blood.

Perhaps in the battle with the troops from Gaoyabao, they would seem like little punks and would be easily cut down one by one.

But once the target is changed, they are undoubtedly a powerful fighting race comparable to the Minotaur. It is easy to deal with these small guys with only two blades.

The Green Scale Tribe, who had just woken up from their sleep, was stunned. The sharp-eyed Lizardman chief saw the hobgoblin among the Centaurs and immediately cursed in the wilderness slang.

"Leighton you Kama, what kind of madness have you got, why are you attacking my tribe?!!"

Unfortunately, what answered it was an arrow that came with a sound of breaking through the air. It was so scared that it rolled on the ground and actually managed to dodge it.

This surprised the Centaur warrior who shot the arrow a little. This was the only arrow he had shot that missed so far, so he couldn't help but take it seriously.

This seriousness cost the life of the Lizardman leader, who hurriedly raised a corpse to serve as a human shield and fled towards the position of the central army in the rear.

This action caused the horse warriors to stop shooting arrows.

Soon, the vassals and warriors of the Green Scale Tribe discovered that as long as they ran towards the camps of other tribes in the rear, the other side would stop shooting, and one by one they began to flee for their lives.

Leighton watched all this with cold eyes.

From the very beginning, it didn't think that it could completely defeat the enemy with just a few hundred soldiers.

There are more than 20,000 to 30,000 people, including some powerful races that are not inferior to Centaurs.

Even if there were 20,000 pigs standing still while being chopped, it would be enough to make people too tired to lift the knife.

Its purpose is to create chaos, the bigger the better, and driving these frightened people into the wilderness to attack the camps of other tribes is the simplest way to do this.

All that was left was to gradually expand the chaos and hold out until the other side could react, and then the support from Lord Li would arrive.

……

Levi, hiding on a snow slope, was watching with great interest through the telescope.

"Sir, do you think this is a trick to lure us in?" Sikai was still a little worried. The middle-aged knight always believed that the more you do, the more mistakes you make, and the less you do, the fewer mistakes you make. "This goblin might wait for us to send troops to support him, and then the enemy will appear everywhere and we will be surrounded by this group of idiots."

Levi sneered twice, "Do you expect a bunch of idiots to implement such a difficult bait tactic at the cost of their own losses?"

"Come on, do you know how difficult it is to implement this tactic? I can guarantee that even the Thorn Legion would find it difficult to implement this tactic."

Fujiro, who was caught in the crossfire, just watched with his eyes and nose, pretending not to hear what Lord Li said.

In order to prevent a feigned defeat from turning into a real rout, the requirements for the soldiers are extremely strict. It is definitely not something that some small-time scoundrel can do, let alone a group of wilderness bumpkins.

But there is a contradiction here. The soldiers who can meet this requirement are often the elite among the elite. Commanders treat them as treasures, so how can they be willing to treat them as small soldiers and use them as bait?

(End of this chapter)