Give Me the Name of God

From noon to late at night, everyone finally came to the cave that Manu mentioned. This cave was like a natural camp. The entrance was very small, only two people could pass through side by side. After walking for a while, it suddenly became clear that one cave could accommodate hundreds of people. The "hall" of people appeared before us.

"What a great place!" Stanley exclaimed, "Little guy, is this your talent or your skill?"

Just as Manu was about to answer, he glanced at Zigese and did not dare to speak after all.

The soldiers cooked some broth in clay pots, soaked the bread in it and ate it. After four days, they finally had a mouthful of hot rice. Such a simple meal made everyone feel extremely delicious.

After dinner, Manda summoned several important people and began to lay out tactics. He explained every detail very carefully, but there were only two words at the core of the tactics: delay and consumption.

After talking about the tactics, Manda ordered a rest. The exhausted soldiers quickly fell asleep, but Manu couldn't sleep. Manda's tactics excited him. After so many battles, this time he finally became the protagonist.

Seeing that Sanjila was not asleep, Manu mustered up his courage and stepped forward to talk: "Tomorrow, I will open a passage here, right behind you."

Sanjila blinked and touched the stone wall behind him: "Is there anything important behind this?"

"There is a tunnel at the back that leads to the other side of the mountain. There are many forked roads in the middle. Following the guidance of the mountain god and my skills, we can go to more than a dozen different places. When we find traces of the enemy, we Just give them a surprise.”

"I really envy your ability," Sanjila showed a sweet smile, "I am as old as you and have not yet entered the ranks, but you have already become the right-hand man of adults."

"No, I'm so grateful..." Manu's face turned red, but he heard Encia say something sarcastic next to him:

"He can only sustain half a candle's time, and the entire battle must be completed within half a candle's time. Otherwise, once he cannot use his skills, we will be trapped in the hands of the enemy."

Eudora nodded and said: "So tactics are very important, and I also envy your talent."

"Don't envy me. This is all guided by the God of War." Encia did not hide his inner pride. Looking at his slightly distorted expression, Manu had the urge to spit.

Sanjila knew what these two teenagers were thinking, and this was not the first time she had encountered such a situation. The teenagers in the mountains always try their best to show off their talents in front of Sanjila. At their age, they have almost no resistance to such a beautiful sister.

Sangela is very beautiful, even more beautiful than her sister Eudora. Although she is inferior to the Lion Girl, the Leo Girl's fiery temper makes the teenagers dare not approach easily. The gentle Sangela has no doubt become The goddess of teenagers.

Manu and Encia fell asleep one after another during the quarrel. Sanjila found a clean place and was about to lie down when she saw Lao Yaman bringing a blanket.

"The cave is damp, so it would be better to put a blanket on it."

Sanjila was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, "Why do you suddenly care about me? There's no poison on the blanket, right?"

Old Yaman coughed and said, "Child, I have always cared about you, don't say such heartless words."

"What kind of friendship is there between us? The last time we were in the forest, you almost killed me."

Old Yaman shook his head and said: "I really thought about killing you. After all, it was a battlefield. But if you really want me to kill you, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. After so many years, I find that I have regarded you as my daughter. .”

"That's nice to say. After all, you are the one who failed miserably. You have no chance to make a move even if you want to."

"Whatever you think, these are not important anymore. I can't trust the believer of Prometheus. I feel that he is a bit dull. He may not be able to guess the enemy's whereabouts tomorrow. I'm worried that Manda will ask you to pry for information again. "

Sanjila smiled and said: "Don't worry, this is my duty."

"Don't go, don't go," Old Yaman shook his head and said, "You will die."

"Are you even that afraid of that Harley?"

"You'll know when you see him. I can let my Cancer explore, even if it's a little slower, it doesn't matter. You must not take risks."

The next day, Manda let everyone sleep until noon. At lunch, Ogg suddenly poured hot soup on Guatel's head, which made Guatel run around the cave several times.

"The great prophet told me that the enemy is on the mountain."

Manda was surprised: "So fast? Isn't it dusk?"

"I don't know why, but here they are."

"From where? In which direction and which road?"

Ogg did another divination, but unfortunately there was no answer this time. Old Yaman's heart tightened and he looked at Sanjila.

Sanjila looked normal and asked Ogg: "How many people are there?"

"More than five hundred."

Stanley sighed softly and said: "There are only more than 800 bandits on the Tachira Mountains, and Harlemon brought more than half of them. He really thinks highly of us."

Sanjila said: "There are so many people, I should be able to see their traces on the mountain."

Old Yaman whispered: "There is no need for Sanjila to go in person, my Cancer..."

Sanjila ignored Lao Yaman. She didn't want Manda to have any misunderstandings. The feud between Lao Yaman and Manda was too deep.

Leo Girl wanted to go with Sanjila, but Sanjila refused. She was worried that Leo Girl would be too reckless and would become a burden.

After making simple preparations, she left the cave and flew to a tree first. After making sure that there was no danger around, she flew high into the sky.

…

At this time, Harlemon and his soldiers had already set foot on the mountain road, bringing more than 500 people with them, not because they valued Manda, but to make Salwan feel that the thousand gold coins were worth it.

The mountain road in Yunmang Mountain was not too steep, but it was still difficult for the mules to walk on the snow. This made Salvan notice for the first time the dozen mules at the end of the team and the grain on their backs:

"Is there only this much food left? This is enough for ten days at most."

Hallemon said: "We only brought twenty days' worth of food in total. We have been gone for ten days and there are still ten days left. The amount of food is just right."

"We still have five days to go, do we only have five days left to fight?"

Harlemon shook his head and said, "It's not necessary for five days. Three days is enough."

Salvan looked worried: "Don't underestimate Roman Wilkins. He can wipe out all the bandits in Qixing Mountain within a few days, which proves that he is extraordinary."

"It is precisely because I did not underestimate him that I wanted to complete the battle within three days. According to past experience, when attacking a mountain, the winning rate is 80% within three days, 60% within five days, and only 60% after ten days. There is only 50% left. After more than a month, the winning rate will be less than 30%. The longer the war drags out, the more beneficial it will be to the enemies on the mountain. If you follow my advice and go directly to the main road, Wilkins's head will already be there. In front of you."

Salvan said expressionlessly: "I don't want to ruin the business of Romulu country for revenge."

"Perhaps because you have been in contact with the Romalu people for a long time, you have become as cautious as them. In the face of hatred, the descendants of Canglang have never had so many worries..."

As he spoke, Hallemon looked up to the sky, as if he had noticed something unusual.

"What is that?" Hallemon frowned and asked his subordinate Oskar.

Oscar stared for a moment and whispered: "It looks like an eagle."

Harley shook his head and said, "I have never seen an eagle on Yunmang Mountain."

Salvain looked at Harlemon: "Why do you care about a flying bird? Even if it's an eagle, so what?"

Harmon smiled and said: "Old friend, you were reminding me just now not to underestimate the enemy. No matter what it is, shoot it down for me first."

Oscar nocked an arrow, drew his long bow, and shot the eagle's wing with an arrow. The eagle rolled several times in the air and almost fell, but in the end it flew away with the arrowhead.

Harley frowned and said, "What a tough bird."

Oscar put away his long bow and said calmly: "Don't worry, it won't survive. The arrow just now was poisonous."