Chapter 740, Despise the Enemy Strategically, Pay Attention to the Enemy Tactically
In fact, before Kit-Sour Stomach was defeated in Kubao, Skarsnik had already received news from many channels about the return of the dead bearded Belgar. It is no news that a powerful coalition of dwarves and humans has appeared on the Badlands.
Even when the army arrived at Haimen Pass, Skasnik got the news from the Skaven that Belegar had returned with an unprecedentedly large army. To Skarsnik's surprise, the Skaven Quek, the right-clawed headhunter of the Morse clan, warned Skarsnik for the first time. It told Skarsnik that Belegar-Hammer's offensive will be extremely fierce this time, and the reinforcements he summoned will also be extremely fierce. Powerful, the other commander is the legendary human hero, the god of the female mouse in the lake, Yeye, and the king of the small kingdom of knights, Ryan Malcador.
The gray prophets of the Moss clan even got the oracle of the horned rat in a vague way. The Skaven and the evil moon clan may need an alliance to fight Belegar and his army.
But Skarsnik flatly refused. In the eyes of the Eight Peaks warrior, he would never form an alliance with the despicable and treacherous Skaven. He knew how much the headhunter Quick wanted to collect his own head, and Ska Snicker knew better how much he wanted to hunt Bellegar and Quick's heads.
The hatred of the King of Bafeng Mountain, the Warrior of Bafeng Mountain, and the God of Bafeng Mountain towards each other has reached the extreme, and each of them can't wait for the other two to die.
So Skarsnik pretended to agree to form an alliance, lured the Skaven to send people to negotiate, set up an ambush, and slaughtered the Skaven army who came to negotiate through an ambush, and built his head into a monument. Declare your own strength, and the attitude of non-alignment.
But the cunning Bafengshan warrior didn't listen to the Skaven's advice. On the contrary, Skarsnik had already judged from the Skaven's attitude that Bellegar was indeed aggressive this time.
Despise the enemy strategically and pay attention to the enemy tactically. This has always been the guiding ideology of Skarsnik. In the hundreds of years of history, the Bafeng Mountain warrior has defeated countless opponents with his cunning and cruelty, and has become the only Some goblin warlords who can perfectly suppress and order all Orcs and even Black Orcs under their command.
Before Kit-Sour Weird came to Bafeng Mountain, Skarsnik had already thought about how to deal with this expeditionary army. Bafengshan Warlord fed himself the green-skinned warlords who asked to take the initiative to go out and fight the expeditionary army. The beloved Squig Gobra, instead, has a strategy in mind.
"Waste, what a waste, but at least you can still escape. For the sake of the fucker, I will give you a chance for the time being." Skarsnik kept smiling, and it signaled to Jit- Sour stomach came over: "Now you know, who is the boss?"
"Boss...boss, you are the biggest one!" Kit Sourwei rushed up excitedly.
"Get out!" Skarsnik kicked Kit Sour Stomach down: "Smelly, don't get close to your most expensive boss, now, you go to lead the goblin wolf cavalry, as for how to deal with bearded enemies and canned food Xiami, listen to me, I'll just say it once!"
"Yes, Boss, no problem, Boss!" Kit Sourwei quickly stood up straight and puffed out his stomach.
"Listen, the enemy is in and I'm slipping, the enemy is retreating and I'm advancing, the enemy is in and I'm making noise, the enemy is tired and I'm waaagh!" Skarsnick screeched, "Go away!"
"Yes!" Kit-sour stomach went out.
Skarsnik nodded slowly, looking at the empty and dilapidated dwarven ancestor hall,
Laughed.
It likes to laugh very much, because only by laughing can it cover up all its schemes and layouts, so that its subordinates can't understand what it is thinking. It needs a sense of mystery and a sense of majesty. No green skin knows the history. Kasnik would make it a leader the next second...or put it in the mouth of a goblin.
It's going to be a long game, Skarsnik thought.
From the perspective of the expeditionary force, the expeditionary force formed by Bellegar and Ryan is destined to be powerful, and it is difficult to match head-on. The fall and destruction of a large number of green-skinned fortresses along the Blackwater Bay, and the loss of the Arsenal Fort have already illustrated the enemy's strength. This time he really came prepared, so it was a very stupid decision to go out of the city blindly to fight the expeditionary army. Skarsnik never felt that guerrilla warfare was not enough waaagh. On the contrary, if he could take Belgar's head, it would be really waaagh!
Watching the Oak orcs fight is just for fun, but if you really want to waaagh, you have to watch my Eight Peaks Mountain Warrior!
On the other hand, the expeditionary force may indeed be very powerful, but the Badlands are the territory of green skins. Here, neither humans nor dwarves can obtain supplies. Humans are even very unsuited to the harsh environment of the Badlands. , they must obtain supplies from Charlemagne's empire and even further afield. Once the war is protracted, the expeditionary army is very likely to be unable to hold on.
Therefore, Skarsnik is very clear, will it and its Xie Yue clan lose? Obviously it's impossible to lose, but is it possible to win quickly and eliminate the bearded enemies and canned dried shrimps in one decisive battle? It is also impossible.
The war must be dragged on! Procrastinate into a protracted battle, and then look for a chance to win!
As for the strong wall and clearing the field, it is not that Skarsnik really intends to give up all the green fortresses. On the contrary, what Skarsnik can control is actually only the Xieyue clan in Bafeng Mountain, and other clans cannot be controlled by it, let alone Can't order.
Skarsnik's plan is to concentrate all the troops of the Xieyue clan, concentrate on guarding Bafeng Mountain and another important stronghold, Valaya, sadly gather troops, and resolutely refrain from a decisive battle in the field with Belega and Ryan and every opportunity to defeat them. , On the contrary, Ning has all kinds of plans, I just have an old idea, when the time comes, I will stick to the Bafeng Mountain Fortress, and if you have the ability, you will attack the city, and see who can spend more!
Bellegar! You and me, one must die!
………I am waaagh! The dividing line of ...
Regardless of how the Battle of Bafengshan will plan the layout of this large-scale battle in the future, the winter in the Arsenal Fort in the old world is not very lively.
A small part of the expeditionary army is now stationed at Haimen Pass, and most of them are stationed in the Arsenal Fort. After a month of construction, the Arsenal Fort has now been built into a very strong military fortress. The six-meter-high city wall is full of artillery and shooting holes. The 20-kilometer-long fortress wall was remodeled on the basis of the green leather fortress. The dwarf engineers also introduced the water from the Blackwater River to build a moat, and set up traps and other facilities in front of the ditch. Machines, serf archers, dwarf crossbowmen, and musketeers patrolled everywhere on the city walls.
A very deformed prosperity has formed in the Arsenal Fortress. Since there are 40,000 troops stationed here, a large number of merchants are like sharks that smell blood, and they come from the old world in a steady stream. The merchants know that The expeditionary army had money and seized it, and the sale of the stolen goods was a huge profit. Even if the Oliver Chamber of Commerce and the Hadrian Chamber of Commerce jointly sold the stolen goods, as long as a little bit was leaked, many small businessmen would be well fed.
In the same way, there are all kinds of goods that follow the merchants. The merchants know that the soldiers have money, the nobles have money, everyone has money, and they need consumption and entertainment. This is how merchants make money. Given the opportunity, many businessmen spontaneously organized a convoy to transport various commodities to Haimen Pass and Arsenal Fort for trade and sale, and even many women came here admiringly.
Ryan is very strict about military discipline, but he also allows knights or soldiers to relax properly when they are not on duty. Most of the knights and lords choose to be stationed in the Arsenal Castle, because Ryan set an example by staying in the Arsenal Castle as a king.
In the camp of the ranger "Emerald Wind", the rangers of the wood elves are stationed here. Naturally, the wood elves are very uncomfortable with the environment of the badlands, because they can hardly feel the energy from the forest here. And affinity, and in terms of loot and seizures, the wood elves are a typical low society. Apart from slaughtering greenskins, these rangers can bring some comfort, and there is nothing else.
In the depths of the camp, a half-elf was checking his weapons and equipment and oiling his short sword. He has been coming here like this for more than ten years. Although his appearance does not look much different from before, but His movements are already very skilled.
If anyone still remembers, this half-elf is Estelle who once followed Ryan to adventure in Nord. More than ten years have passed, and he is still working under Ryan, and he has accumulated a lot of savings over the years. After getting the canonization of Ryan and obtaining a real estate, Estelle immediately married a freeman daughter by virtue of her good looks and the natural racial charm of the half-elf, and she settled down, but The good times didn't last long. A few years later, Estelle's wife died because of dystocia, leaving him only one daughter. Some are taciturn.
However, a few years after the death of his last wife, Estelle married a freeman's daughter. This marriage has no children yet, and most half-elves will have 3-5 marriages in their lifetime.
"Estelle? Are you here?" At this moment, a voice of greeting came from afar. Estelle could tell from the footsteps that the other party was not an elf. The proud half-elf instinctively didn't want to pay attention to the other party. But the person who came was his old acquaintance: "Lops? It's you, long time no see."
"Yeah, it's been a long time, but you are still as young as you were when you were adventuring in Nord." The visitor was a middle-aged man in his forties, and he followed Ryan all the way from Nord to Braun The son of Hyde, the Nord lord of Litania, Lopus, was named Baron of Vaz for his meritorious service in the Mousilon conquest, and was responsible for stationing the Mousilon coastline.
The middle-aged man was holding a halberd. This halberd had been with him for decades and had been reforged many times in the hands of the dwarves. When he saw Estelle, Lops had a sad smile on his face. : "Are you okay? Old friend?"
"It's okay." Estelle signaled Lops to sit down. The ranger's tent is not big, and a simple bonfire is lit at the door, and a pot of hot soup is being cooked inside, with some herbs and meat: "Why did you come to me suddenly?"
"Why, can't I come and talk to you?" Lops sat down naturally, grabbed a branch and poked the woodpile: "Anyway, everyone is busy, and I have nothing to do. "
Estelle shook her head helplessly when she heard the words, and smiled at herself, the half-elf knew why.
Lopes followed Ryan all the way to Brittania with him in the early years. He can be regarded as a veteran old man. However, after all, this Nord has limited talent and strength. After more than ten years, he has always been stuck in the elite class. Peak, missed the legendary level, and his commanding ability and internal affairs ability cannot be said to be poor, but they can only be described as mediocre. After a long time, Lops was gradually excluded from the core and decision-making layers. Although everyone respected him very much, they didn't think much of his opinion.
But why not yourself? Estelle himself has served Ryan for more than ten years, but his status as a half-elf is destined to be impossible to be reused. Ryan appointed him as the commander of the Green Wind because of his special status. To put it simply If there are no particularly significant contributions and achievements, Estelle will be like this for the next few decades.
"Would you like some? Maybe it's not to your liking." Estelle served a bowl of food to Lops.
"Ten years, you are still so young, but I am already old." Lopus reached out and took the pottery bowl. The dishes made by the wood elves seemed to have some special magical power. Baron Vaz could see himself from the bowl Many years have passed, and he has changed from a young halberdier to a middle-aged man with crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, a slightly loose face on both sides, and a full beard.
"You should stay in your territory when you are old, Lord Lops, you don't have to insist on participating in this great expedition." Estelle also picked up a bowl, and the half-elf said arrogantly and sarcastically: "Being brave doesn't mean dying!"
"No, the end of a real warrior should never be to die in bed!" Lopus picked up the bowl and said indignantly: "Yurik guided me, the best destination for a real warrior is a shroud of horse leather. On the battlefield of death, fight for the future of mankind, fight for glory and faith."
"Glory and faith will not bring you a better life and higher status, Baron." Estelle still disdains: "Times have changed, old antique, you should live for yourself."
"I've had enough." Lopes put down the bowl and spoon, and the baron turned to look at the half-elf with contempt: "I have grown from being the son of a Nord lord to the current baron, honoring the family and marrying a wife." Having a child, isn't it enough?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are very satisfied, so satisfied that you want to die!" Estelle thought that he couldn't reason with this sand sculpture human being.
"One generation can only do what one generation does." Lops shook his head: "While I can still hold my halberd, I must leave something in this world, otherwise, I will be forgotten. Death is not terrible, Yurik will embrace my soul and lead me to the kingdom of the wolf god, Estelle, if you only think about yourself in everything, you will not come to the bad land, how much I miss you It must be an excuse not to come to the expedition, am I right?"
"Enough! Be forgotten! You have a family, a coat of arms, and a title. How can you be forgotten?" Estelle threw the bowl on the ground, spilling the stew and soup all over the floor. The half-elf stood up excitedly: "What do you know? Do you know what it means to be a half-elf? In the eyes of humans, he is an elf, but in the eyes of elves, he is a human! Everyone thinks that he is not their own, Everyone thinks he favors his race!"
The half-elf's anger came and went quickly. He looked at the broken bowl, took a deep breath, and sat down again: "Sorry, this matter has nothing to do with you."
"So, we got to know each other?" Lopes said with a sneer.
"That's right." Estelle nodded.
"It seems that this lunch has to be suspended, so let's make an appointment." Lopes reached out and picked up the debris on the ground: "Ester, when this great expedition is over, we will return to Brittany Let's get together again and have a meal."
"Okay, let's make a deal!"