ebookland Chapter 152 The Art of Command
Chapter 152 The Art of Command
The art of command is not to mobilize your own people, but to mobilize others.
In the blood mist mode, the two groups of enemies of different colors clearly have different purposes.
A string of red dots moved along the main road, and from time to time they spread out to explore the surrounding grass and woods;
A string of lights hidden among the forests in the mountain pass, with its back against the river, basically appears as a motionless gray-green mass, with only a few occasional points of light, which travel back and forth in the most direct, short-distance line segment path.
And when Abes sent out members of the scout team to look over there, the gray-green light spots would begin to move in unison.
It was obvious that the enemies represented by the red color in front were pressing towards the surroundings of Tianye Town step by step.
And the group of enemies behind him were trying hard to avoid his detection.
However, this is exactly what Abes needs.
"An enemy that reacts will make it easier to guess..."
If the stone Buddha had no reaction and was determined to fight him here, Abes would not have wandered around in the wilderness with a few people so easily.
Abes smiled slightly, already having a plan in mind.
"Okay, everyone get ready for action." Abes gave orders to everyone.
He did not elaborate on the action plan, but simply said two words, "Go forward. The specific direction and distance are subject to my command. Just follow me closely."
In fact, if in blood mist mode, they can see from the small map that all they have to do is to follow the string of gray-green spots of light along the woods on both sides of the mountain pass, and then try to stay as close to the path as possible and maintain such a distance.
Although the members of the scout team were a little confused, they still followed the orders.
And Abes is mobilizing others in his own way.
As the scout team appeared, if the gray-green enemies chose not to expose themselves at all costs, they would eventually have to risk crossing the road.
As long as the timing is right, the gray-green enemies that are about to cross the road will enter the field of vision of the red enemies.
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Great Elder Paospa soon noticed the increasing number of scout groups.
Then, he immediately ordered his lizardman warriors to move.
Logically speaking, there weren't many traces of myself left behind.
Our fellow Lizardmen who have lost their free will do not need to eat, drink or rest.
In order to have a bite of food, I even use a smokeless stove.
But the current result cannot be changed, the number of scout groups on the Scaleless people's side is increasing.
They may not have pinpointed their location yet, but they have been able to rule out the rest of the land, and are now adding manpower towards it.
That must be it!
His lizard face had a serious look on its face, but he also felt a long-lost sense of relief.
Finally there is work to do and no more waiting.
Moreover, the benefits of the Lizardman warriors having no free will have now been demonstrated.
There is no need to convene, discuss or hold a meeting. Emergency deployment can be carried out immediately with just one order.
So, after the order was given, the lizardmen warriors in front of them immediately took action.
Although their bodies were a little stiff, they quickly got ready, took up their weapons, formed into neat rows, and moved forward.
He must find a new hiding place, and he should never come out until the two sides are both defeated in the battle.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he saw a dense forest ahead.
In the cold winter of the North, it is rare for non-coniferous tree species to grow in places that are not close to rivers and settlements, and without human intervention.
As long as we cross the road, there seems to be a forest with fairly lush branches and leaves on the opposite side. The most surprising thing is that although there are not enough branches and leaves, there are many vines wrapped around the forest.
As long as we can get there, hiding our tracks shouldn't be a problem.
However, just when Great Elder Paospa noticed that the frequency of the scout group's appearance began to decrease, and was ready to take advantage of this time to rush across the road and reach the opposite woods -
After two loud bangs, a large group of people on horseback appeared at the end of the road.
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General Paddy is still extremely confused about this trip.
Even though they had been marching day after day and had even slept once in the middle, that strange feeling of a blank mind and a spirit being pulled away and isolated was always there.
Until now, he still doesn't know why he went south.
However, the information that he had witnessed the threat of a huge existence was deeply rooted in his mind.
Perhaps it was precisely because of this contradictory mentality that General Paddy did not bring a large army, but instead chose to bring a group of elite troops.
Perhaps he was resisting such a purposeless military expedition in his heart.
In addition, he brought stones and laborers.
After Davis's department wrote back to him last time and indicated what materials were needed, he had already begun preparing this batch of materials for city construction.
But what was different from usual was that this time, Davis's troops did not frequently come to him to ask for more money and supplies.
Such quietness was also one of the reasons why he went south to check the situation.
However, it is definitely not a good idea to bundle laborers and elite troops together for a march, because it will only lead to things that are annoying to people when they see or hear them.
"You bunch of lowly and unruly people, you were still capable when we called the roll five minutes ago, but now? Where have you been?!"
"How could so many people be missing in just one day and one night?"
"You deserve to have no food tonight and sleep next to the toilet!"
"Poor lowly bastard!"
Every time he spoke, there was a sound of leather hitting flesh - snap!
Listening to the roar of the young officer in front of him and the whip waving high in his hand, General Paddy just frowned but didn't say much.
He was a good person and couldn't bear to see these things, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with arranging the workers to sleep next to toilets and outhouses last night.
Presumably his soldiers, his good boys, thought the same.
Seeing his general coming, the young officer in front of him smiled and nodded, and directly pinched the neck of the laborer in front of him to prevent the other's whimpering and crying from being heard.
He said, "Be quiet and don't disturb the general's thinking."
The laborer whose neck was being strangled could only struggle desperately to breathe but could not make any sound.
His face turned red, and tears and snot flowed down, but he still failed to arouse the general's sympathy.
The general just glanced at him indifferently and turned his head away, as if what was happening in front of him had nothing to do with him.
There was a hint of indifference in his eyes, as if he didn't care at all about the plight of these workers.
Seeing this, the young officer smiled even more triumphantly. He pinched the laborer's neck hard, as if he was playing with a helpless insect.
The workers' crying and struggling became more intense, but their voices could not penetrate this cruel reality.
Their dignity and human rights were ruthlessly trampled upon, and the general's silence made them feel helpless and desperate.
How could he possibly disturb the general's thoughts?
And what is the general thinking about?
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The laborer in front of him had a similar skin color to General Paddy.
It’s just that the former is exposed to the wind and sun, and is a manifestation of poverty and low status; while the latter is a symbol of the bravery and heroism of those in power.
In the cold north, it is difficult to get such a healthy tan just by marching and fighting.
Before ascending to the position of the head of the Seven Generals, one of General Paddy's biggest expenses was hiring wizards to simulate sunlight and tan his skin in beautiful colors.
After all, being both literary and martial is the basis, and handsome appearance is a plus.
How high can the status of workers be?
Legally speaking, they were definitely not considered lowly slaves in the North.
However, in General Paddy's view, although their status was higher than that of slaves, they were still "slaves" in essence, slaves who should shed blood and sacrifice their lives for their own cause.
The lives of the people are meaningless unless they become coins in the hands of those striving to get ahead.
Only by making sacrifices through bloodshed, only by the bloodshed and sacrifices of these civilians, can the most outstanding wise king who has come out of the greatest cost be selected for the country.
Everyone should give everything for the arrival of the most wise monarch.
If they are to die, they should sacrifice the lives of their families as well without hesitation.
If they wanted their wealth, they should cut themselves into flesh, organs and soul, sell them at retail rather than wholesale prices, and then give him the money.
Only slaves, only people without personal freedom and free will, are only required to do fixed tasks.
And anyone who has free will should have the freedom to do more.
Not only did these workers not cherish the opportunity to contribute, they actually started to flee while marching?
General Paddy didn't care about it. He was just worried that if Davis's troops were still in Sweet Leaf Town and he didn't bring enough workers, it would be embarrassing.
General Paddy raised his head slightly and looked through the canvas-like cloth hanging on the horse. Those were the materials he used to build the tent when he rested last night.
And now, the blue cloth, like the flag of Davis's army, was swaying in the cold wind, as if mocking his hesitation and worry.
"General, you don't have to worry about it. The rate of loss of workers has gradually been brought under control." The adjutant came over and seemed to see what General Paddy was thinking.
He grovelled and consoled, "Besides, I think the Davis Department will not resent you for the absence of some laborers."
General Paddy smiled.
In this land of the North, nothing is impossible.
The temptation of money, power and land, even without these...
The North is such a cursed land.
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Some voices have been raised among the workers.
A group of people have already run away...
Around morning time, they talked about going to a new area to look for food—mainly to see if they could find edible lichens and mushrooms.
Those lucky guys actually avoided the officers' sight and escaped.
Obviously, these officers were the elite troops following General Paddy, and should be the best fighters in the small kingdom of Wommza, but they didn't even have the ability to supervise them.
Not even as good as the ten-year-old kid herding sheep in my hometown...
Others ride on the cow and the sheep will not be lost even if they leave it there for a whole day.
They are nothing like this group of so-called elite officers. Every once in a while, they would find blind spots in their patrols and let people take the opportunity to escape.
And how do they deal with it?
They don't try to stop the damage, patrol with hounds for wolves, or take any action to find the escaped "sheep."
They just beat, intimidate and threaten the remaining "sheep" to stop them from running away.
If the laborers had not heard General Paddy's order to escort the laborers to Sweet Leaf Town, Davis's men would go to build the city wall.
They did hear such news, otherwise, the workers would even think that these officers did not care about the escape of the personnel, as if they were not important.
In short, when more and more people realized that there was no possibility of those who escaped being caught and that these "elite" officers had no idea how to comfort them, they also began to become sensitive to the opportunity of escape.
Thinking of this, several people standing at the edge of the team looked at each other, and then secretly raised their eyes and looked at the officer wearing armor and with a standard long sword on his waist.
If they all ran away now, what would they do?
Will those sharp weapons fall on me?
But just as these thoughts came to their minds, some strange noises suddenly came from both sides of the road.
Immediately afterwards, two gray-green objects the size of fruits were thrown several dozen meters away from the main force.
Stone?
Metal?
Was it something the labor brothers had done? Or was it something else?
Just as the workers walking at the edge were still wondering what those two not-so-round balls were.
Ten seconds, maybe seven seconds, in short, two huge roars like thunder came from inside them.
Next, there was a series of black sand, spread out at about half a person's height!
It's an explosion!
And then, a large group of unlucky guys felt the warm liquid continuously seeping out of their bodies.
"Run! Brothers!"
In any case, now is the time for the workers to prepare to escape.