Chapter 88 Hasting’s precaution part 2 (1/2)

Chapter 88 Hasting’s precaution part 2

Translator: Tchu

Editor: Superposhposh

“But, why would he let us barely survive?” A logistics officer of the camp couldn’t help but ask loudly, “If he had taken us down, he would have cut off the general’s rear guard, and then be able to exhaust the enemy while only needing to wait. He would have been able to swallow our 13th Army corps and general Ruhr’s 6th Army. Why wouldn’t he attempt something like that?”

Shaar thought a bit and spread his hands in defeat, “How the f*ck should I know? If we were to be able to guess it correctly, then we would be at Hasting’s level. However, what I could say for certain is that he has a reason, and that this reason was more important than swallowing our 13th Army and the 6th Army……At least it was more important for Hasting.”

The military officers inside the tent started debating again, and used their wisdom to diligently Hasting’s motive.

Could it be that he was planning to besiege a stronghold in order to strike at the reinforcements? Therefore, had Hasting encircled them without finishing them off?

What a joke! As long as he conquered this place, the main force would directly fall into a hopeless situation. What use would a “besieging a stronghold in order to strike at the reinforcements” tactic have?

“Therefore, don’t issue the command of the counter-assault for the 200 cavalry and send them to their deaths. I have the feeling that the time for truly using them has not yet come. These 200 cavalry could come in handy at the right time,” said Shaar as he smiled bitterly.

This was only his intuition, and it was similar to the one that would appear during a dangerous moment in the mountain forest. Words, logic, or reason really couldn’t explain it.

However, there was still something that was more important; in fact, Shaar actually had a guess in his mind that also made him a bit confused, and so he hadn’t mentioned it.

Hasting ……he, it seemed as if ……he was guarding against something?

Shaar’s thinking wasn’t complicated; on the contrary, his thinking was very simple and straightforward, due to growing up in the mountains.

Hasting was saving his strength, this was very clear.

If he was saving his strength, then what was he saving it for? Shaar came up with two reasons. First, it was in order to deal with the enemy. However, he could have obviously swallowed the main force by conquering this camp and he actually chose not to do it!! Obviously, his goal wasn’t to deal with the enemy!

Thus, it could only be the second reason. Usually, if someone saved his strength, and it was not to deal with the enemy, then he could only guard against someone else!

Hasting, he was guarding against something!!

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“Hasting that guy, would certainly be guarding against me.”

Kikkan sat on the bone throne that stood on a huge square platform. Twenty strong Odin were working together to carry it and Kikkan sat on the throne steadily as a rock. Supporting himself with an arm on the armthrone, his other hand was actually holding a harp while his fingers randomly swept over the string and sending out some gentle notes.

In his surrounding, the Odin army was slowly marching forwards, and all four sides were a huge number of burly, proud Odin soldiers. The long lines of formations created a mixed of marching noise and weapon collision on the main road……

“Ah……The sound of the harp sounds beautiful.” Kikkan smiled, and slowly stretched out a hand to take a golden goblet of wine from a kneeling servant next to the throne.

Taking a small sip from the red wine, he suddenly knocked on his forehead, “Ah……Hasting, that fellow, will certainly be guarding against me, and therefore be unwilling to contribute to capture the camp of the 13th Army. He has only 10,000 cavalrymen, and if he really invaded Byzantine camp, and if I deliberately let Adrick go back, then he will be the one that gets besieged instead……what an interesting thought. Let’s see, if the pride of us Odin, the strongest champion, Hasting, his fate actually lies in my hands ……Ah, not possible, Hasting will certainly not let something like this happen. Alas, what a headache.”

Listening to his noble highness talking unscrupulously about plotting against Hasting, the servant knelt next to the throne trembled as he started to become pale.

This was simply torture! This highness’s words were full of treachery and heresy, could he at least keep them for himself! Once we hear these words, there was always the danger to be killed silently at anytime for knowing too much….

The previous time he talked about how his majesty had too many sons therefore died a few didn’t matter. Now, he unexpectedly plotted against Hasting……