Chapter 90

Chapter 89 - Look! A plane!

Amidst the cherry blossoms dancing in the wind, Misaki opened the old diary and read the words of promise written there.

As the fierce wind swept through, carrying the stench of blood and filth, the once bustling camp of the Portland "Thunder Tiger" Legion was reduced to a desolate wasteland overnight, now returning to a state of deathly silence and decay.

Beneath the numerous collapsed tents, a gray-haired head slowly emerged, cautiously surveying the surroundings before slowly standing up.

"Damn! I must quickly inform the head of the family; the clan must enter a period of concealment."

Due to the similar abilities of the gold dragon clan, the butler Ronan immediately crouched to the ground, lowering his body and crawling away, luckily escaping the disaster.

He was not spared from being trampled by the Portlanders, but despite his disheveled state, he managed to survive. Only after confirming that the wind dragon and the hateful dragon rider had left did he dare to slowly stand up and quickly leave the area.

The unimaginable high returns from successful dragon hunting also meant unimaginable high risks. Regardless of whether the dragon hunting was successful, professional dragon hunters and dragon hunting families would enter a long period of concealment.

Ten years, twenty years, or perhaps even longer, until the storm had passed, they would prepare for the next dragon hunt.

Even dragon hunting families with rich experience and skills were not guaranteed the opportunity to hunt dragons and seize that astonishing wealth in every generation.

Most of the time, they engaged in other occupations, earning some wealth to ensure a long-lasting luxurious and comfortable life for their descendants, as if dragon hunting was just their hobby.

The greatest concealment is in the city, which is also the reason why the dragons, even if they wanted to seek revenge, found it difficult to find the culprits.

Ronan was not the only survivor in the camp. After he quietly left, more than a dozen figures rose from various corners of the camp, gathering together in a pitiful state and quickly fleeing eastward, not daring to linger for a moment.

The complete annihilation of an entire legion in one night would undoubtedly cause a great shock to the Portlanders.

The sounds of clashing swords, screams, and the thud of heavy objects falling carried far on the breeze, and then everything fell silent.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of hooves, several light-armored cavalrymen appeared on the road ahead. Their standardized light armor identified them as the Sylan Light Cavalry Scouts.

They had just encountered a group of Portlanders. After a fierce and bloody "greeting," the Portlanders fell, and they survived.

A large group of fully armed knights occupied the entire road, extending for several miles. In the middle of the formation, dozens of four-wheeled wagons loaded with supplies were tightly surrounded, with the oxen pulling the wagons chewing contentedly, patiently waiting for the order to advance.

A white warhorse carrying a knight in brown full armor galloped swiftly from the front of the formation.

"Heart! Ice! We found Portlanders ahead, seven in number, all eliminated."

The Gemini sisters recognized him; he was Seris, the bodyguard of the commander of the Sylan Empire's "Reversed Scale" Legion's First Cavalry Division.

Li Mubing, mounted on a chestnut warhorse, did not respond to him, instead continuing to write and draw on a finely crafted sheepskin parchment, holding a small, makeshift abacus in her hand, making calculations and deductions that were difficult to understand.

Although this world had paper, the manufacturing cost was extremely high due to technical issues, making it no cheaper than sheepskin, and writing and reading were the exclusive domain of the few and the nobility.

"Please wait! Lord Seris,"

In stark contrast to her sister's cold attitude, Li Muixin nodded with a gentle smile and then entered her work mode with her sister.

The two sisters, who had been anxious about the safety of their long-term breadwinner for days, showed great concern.

Seris was not at all upset by the younger sister's disregard and politely smiled at Li Muixin, patiently waiting on his horse.

Before witnessing the astonishing abilities of the twin sisters, he might have only seen them as a pair of beautiful and pretty vases. However, after they used a topographic map that shocked the commanders of the "Reversed Scale" Legion to gain entry, their increasingly impressive military wisdom made it impossible for anyone to underestimate them.

In comparison, their youth and beauty were overlooked by the high-ranking commanders, and the highest commander, General And, praised them highly.

Their identity as foreign ranger volunteers, supported by civilians, soldiers, and merchants, and their ambiguous relationship with the empire's dragon knights, further dispelled any concerns that they might be Portland spies. After all, the topographic mapping technique was a precious military secret, and using it as a cover for spies was absurd and counterproductive.

After evacuating from the besieged city of Lian, the Gemini sisters and their companions encountered the Sylan Empire's army, which was blocking the Portlanders. They immediately decided to abandon their journey to the capital, Delan, and joined the "Reversed Scale" Legion, using their skills to secure a place within the legion. They were both fighting alongside the Sylan Legion against the Portlanders and searching for the whereabouts of Major Lin Mo.

"We are not far from the main force of the Portlanders."

Li Muixin unfurled a carefully drawn linen map, calculating the activity range of the Portland scouts based on the speed of the beasts of burden, the carrying capacity of rations and equipment, and then marked two circles on the map with a charcoal pencil, indicating the possible location of the Portland main force. This was the result of their comprehensive analysis of the intelligence and data collected over the past few days.

Modern warfare is not just about manpower, equipment, and supplies; it is more about information warfare. As a result, large-scale battles have gradually been replaced by small-scale local conflicts. With the development of communication and electronic technology, the amount of battlefield information has become increasingly vast and complex, and the methods for dealing with it have rapidly improved and become more systematic.

In this world's war model, the limited information and primitive processing methods are far from comparable to modern warfare. Although not as skilled as the "Night" staff in deep intelligence analysis and planning, the Gemini sisters were still able to handle the situation with ease, leaving the "Reversed Scale" Legion in awe of their systematic and professional intelligence collection and analysis methods. Could these two sisters be born intelligence officers?!

After a while, Li Muixin summarized her and her sister's judgment in one sentence and said to the bodyguard of the First Cavalry Division commander, "Lord Seris, based on our judgment, the Portland 'Tyrant Lion' Legion should be about 100 miles to our southeast. At our current speed, we expect to make formal contact with them by tomorrow afternoon. To ensure the accuracy of our judgment, I suggest dispatching three groups of light cavalry scouts to the southeast for reconnaissance."

One hundred miles to the southeast? That's incredibly precise!

Serian's expression wavered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded. "Thank you, I will immediately inform the commander!"

Unlike the Portland Republic, which named its military ranks as legions, divisions, ten-thousand-man commanders, and thousand-man commanders, the Sylan Empire's largest military unit was also a legion, but with a grand commander as the highest commander, followed by divisions commanded by division commanders, then regiments commanded by regimental commanders, and finally companies commanded by company commanders.

A short while later, the order from the First Cavalry Division commander, Bapro, came from the rear of the formation.

"Continue forward!"

The warhorses, carrying their riders, moved again. A group of light cavalry broke away from the formation and quickly rushed to the southeast, indicating that the Sylans had great trust in the Gemini sisters' analysis.

"I wonder if Major Lin Mo is still alive or dead."

Allowing the chestnut warhorse to follow the cavalry formation, Li Mubing absentmindedly fiddled with the abacus in her hand, her gaze unfocused.

Since coming to this world with Lin Mo, the two sisters had been bound by fate. Though they said they didn't care, they were secretly worried. She didn't trust Lin Mo's friend in the capital to take care of her and her sister. People's hearts are hard to fathom, and after seeing the faces of the nobility in this world, she trusted no one but Lin Mo.

"How many times have you been muttering about him? Are you so worried? Could it be that..."

As the older sister, Li Muixin suddenly winked at her younger sister teasingly.

Li Mubing was taken aback. Her sister's teasing immediately made her realize what was happening, and a flush rose to her cheeks. She quickly lowered her voice and scolded, "Sister, what are you saying? Lin Mo and I are just friends, nothing more."

"Hehehe, I've seen you not eating or drinking, always muttering Lin Mo's name. I thought you had some feelings for him. Hmm, no wonder you always used to pick on him and found him annoying. It turns out you wanted him to pay more attention to you. Hatred turning to love, just like in the novels."

Li Muixin, who had always been rational, calm, and serious, rarely joked with her sister.

"Does it matter to you if I mutter about him? Are you jealous? Ah, you must be jealous, it's so sour!"

Since the surrounding Sylans couldn't understand their Chinese, Li Mubing spoke freely, not caring about the others.

"I don't know if I'm jealous, but can you bring Lin Mo back by muttering about him?"

Li Muixin shook her head, easily matching her sister's banter without losing ground.

"Up there, in the sky, there's a dragon, look!"

"A dragon? Ah! It's a giant dragon! There's someone on its back! Could it be a dragon rider?"

A slight commotion broke out in the First Cavalry Division. (To be continued. Search for Piaowen for faster updates!)