Chapter 436: Burning Flames

Chapter 436: Blazing Flames...

"Quick!"

"Speed ​​up!"

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In the coalition, various kings kept urging the army to move forward.

According to the news from the front, the enemy has launched a general attack. The last few dozen miles will directly determine the fate of the trapped coalition.

"King, the battle on the front is over, and the enemy has turned south and left..."

Hearing this answer, the Snow Eagle King's face sank, and he only needed the last twenty miles.

Without any hesitation, the Snow Eagle King hurriedly passed the news to the kings of all tribes. The enemy has already run away, and there is no point in marching quickly.

There is no pursuit. There has always been only cavalry chasing infantry, and there has never been infantry chasing cavalry.

There is no organized cavalry in the coalition. It is not that the tribes do not know the importance of cavalry, but they are trapped in a corner and cannot afford to support cavalry, a gold-eating beast.

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"Since the enemy has left, let's set up camp first and let the soldiers rest for two days!"

The Shadow King suggested.

Speed ​​is of the essence on the battlefield. In recent days, the soldiers of the coalition have been rushing desperately, constantly breaking the alliance's marching record.

The price is: most of the soldiers with weaker physical strength have fallen behind. Some races, even the entire tribe, have fallen behind.

Rushing so fast, but in the end, it was still empty-handed. You can imagine how depressed it is.

"Shadow King, it's probably a little early to rest.

According to the news from the spies, the enemy did not massacre the prisoners... The wounded, and there are still many wounded soldiers of various races waiting for us to treat them on the battlefield."

The Snow Eagle King added with a little embarrassment.

It is also very embarrassing for the alliance to say that a large number of soldiers were captured in front of outsiders such as the elves.

It's a pity that the Snow Eagle King was too straightforward and accidentally exposed the truth. Even if it was remedied, it would be superfluous.

There is nothing to hesitate. Since the tribesmen are still alive, they must be rescued.

The family background of each tribe is not strong, and everyone can only selectively ignore the fact that the soldiers surrendered as prisoners.

Arriving at the front line, the kings were dumbfounded when they saw the wounded on the ground.

The wounded they understood and the wounded left on the scene were completely different concepts.

There were only 50,000 troops in total, and there were more than 20,000 lying on the ground. Such a high proportion of seriously injured soldiers may have refreshed the history of continental wars.

Giving up is impossible. The smaller the race, the closer the internal relationship. In front of so many tribesmen, anyone who dares to do such a thing will not be able to sit on the throne.

Treating the wounded is undoubtedly a severe test for the coalition forces with poor medical conditions.

"Damn human race, it's so despicable, it's so..."

The words came to his lips, and the giant king suddenly got stuck.

Knowing that the wounded on the ground were a burden thrown to them by the expeditionary force, as a king of a tribe, he couldn't say it directly.

The other kings also followed and cursed the human race for being despicable, but everyone tacitly kept silent about how despicable it was.

"Your Excellency, you are knowledgeable and well-informed. Do you have any treatment?" The Shadow King asked expectantly.

With the medical level of the Ancient Relics Alliance, the injured tribesmen on the ground can only rely on themselves.

In the end, only one or two out of ten can survive, which is considered good luck. Even if they can be rescued, they will not live for a few years.

Watching so many colleagues die, the blow to the morale of the army can be imagined.

"We don't have many magic potions, and we can't save so many people at one time.

I'll have someone send it over later, you dilute it with water and distribute it to the soldiers.

These medicines can only save the lives of the wounded, and they will have to recuperate for one or two years. After recovery, it shouldn't be a problem to live an ordinary life in the second half of their lives."

After listening to the slightly sad words of the elf young woman, the mood of the kings became even lower. If you can't save everyone, then choose to focus on treatment!

But they can only keep such words in their stomachs. The magic potion is provided by the elves, and others have the right to decide how to use it.

Asking the elves to send more potions was something that no one dared to think about. Allies are not babysitters. Being able to take out these magic potions for emergency treatment was already a face-saving move.

According to the traditions of various tribes, when such an incident occurred, the tribe members who were valuable to the tribe were usually given priority.

They would rather let ordinary tribe members die than restore the elites to their peak state. This was the way for the continuation of the race.

But the elves were different. They followed another set of values. When such an incident occurred, the first thing they thought of was to save the lives of the tribe members.

As for whether they could restore their combat effectiveness, they would slowly figure it out later.

The initiative was in the hands of the elves. This clash of values ​​naturally ended with the elves winning a great victory.

The kings looked a little better when they saw the diluted potion being poured into the tribesmen's mouths.

Even if the efficacy of the diluted healing potion was greatly reduced, it was better than nothing.

After all, they were their own tribe members. It was definitely better to be able to survive than to die.

Then the thorny problem was exposed to everyone again. How to deal with a large number of wounded people?

It is definitely not possible to take them with you on the march. If you keep bumping along, you will definitely get tired. If you can't take them with you, you can only divide your troops to take care of them.

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After the army marched south for about 70 or 80 miles, Hudson suddenly ordered: "Pass the order down and set up camp on the spot."

"Yes, Marshal!"

The generals responded in unison.

Frankly, this distance is not safe. If the enemy marches through the night and uses the cover of darkness to sneak attack on the camp, the expeditionary force's cavalry advantage will be greatly weakened.

But this can only be thought about. The coalition of ancient survivors has been very tired these days. After traveling for a whole day during the day, and then letting them carry out an overnight raid, I am afraid that the troops will collapse before they reach their destination.

In the age of cold weapons, infantry who can travel hundreds of miles a day and still maintain combat effectiveness are already the best of the best.

The army set up camp and fortifications began to be constructed. This was Hudson's habit of leading troops. No matter whether there was danger or not, fortifications must be built near the camp.

Open whistles and hidden whistles are definitely indispensable. Some simple traps are also laid out in nearby hidden areas, usually extending for several miles.

I don’t know if the enemy is too strict with rules, but these cautious methods have not worked so far. It can't be said that it is completely useless, there are still many beasts that have been attacked.

The unlucky beast that fell into the trap naturally wanted to give the soldiers extra food. So much so that soldiers who have followed Hudson for a long time have a tendency to evolve into hunters.

After taking a look at the improvised sand table, Hudson couldn't bear to look at it because it was so ugly, and the proportional error was so huge.

"Mark the location of the enemy's logistics team!"

Hudson immediately ordered.

From the beginning of the coalition operation of the ancient survivors, he had been eyeing the enemy's logistics. It's just that at the beginning, the enemy's logistics and army acted together, giving him no chance to make a move.

After unremitting efforts, the enemy finally couldn't help but divide its troops yesterday in order to rescue the trapped troops.

Looking at the position and distance marked on the sand table, Hudson frowned. The enemy's logistics supplies were actually less than forty miles away from the main army.

At such a close distance, enemy reinforcements could arrive in a few hours. If action is to be taken, it must be done quickly and accurately. Especially confidentiality work must be foolproof.

"Marshal, the distance the enemy has been mobilized by us is not far. There is only one day's journey between the logistics force and the main force.

If we want to attack them, I am afraid we will have to travel all night and night, and then launch a surprise attack.

Judging from the intelligence collected, the enemy's logistics force has approximately 8,000 people. Adding in some laggard races, the total strength will not exceed 15,000.

The combat effectiveness of these people is not very strong. If we dispatch the Warcraft Legion, it will not be difficult to eat them within four hours after the battle breaks out.

Taking into account the transmission of information, it will take time to assemble a large army. The enemy can only reinforce the battlefield before the end of the battle with a small group of elite troops.

The Ancient Relics Alliance is deeply divided within itself. Faced with this kind of uncertain battle, when each tribe sends reinforcements, some will inevitably want to preserve their strength.

The only thing uncertain is the elven army.

We have collected too little information about the elven reinforcements.

If the reinforcements come from the main battle legions of the Elf Kingdom and attack forty miles within three hours, there shouldn't be any problem.

If I get entangled by the enemy, I'm afraid..."

Before Jose could finish speaking, Hudson smiled slightly. Stealing food and grass is the easiest way to win, but since ancient times, there have been very few cases of truly successful food robbery.

The shortcomings that everyone can see are often not the real shortcomings.

In a battle between two armies, as long as the commander is not stupid, he will protect his own food routes. Many times what looks like an opportunity is actually a trap laid by the enemy in advance.

Of course, this time it won't be a trap. Hudson did not believe that an ancient relic that had been separated from the mainstream of the mainland for thousands of years could suddenly emerge as a military strategist.

When it comes to using soldiers to fight, the elves are not much better. As the paddling champions of previous continental wars, although their military strength is not weak, they still have too little actual combat experience.

However, lack of actual combat experience does not affect people's ability to win battles. In war, "one force can defeat ten groups" is actually the best tactic.

If he could rely on his strength to overwhelm him openly, Hudson would not be willing to spend all his time planning here.

"What's the point of attacking the enemy's food and fodder at such a small distance?

Even if they succeed, the enemy's current position is less than two hundred miles away from their stronghold. The dry food they carry with them will probably be enough for them on the road.

Even if we capture the enemy's food and fodder, we can only take away a small amount at most, and the rest can only be burned.

Unless we can hold their main force in place, there is no value in burning the food and fodder. With the Elf army here, it is too difficult to do this! "

After hearing Hudson's explanation, all the officers were confused. If there is no value in burning the enemy's grain and grass, then why stare at the enemy's grain transport team?

After looking at the map, Jose seemed to have thought of something, and then asked in disbelief: "Marshal, do you want to use the attack on food and grass to draw out the elven army, and then wait for an opportunity to kill them?"

No wonder everyone didn't expect it, this plan is actually more difficult to implement than the previous sneak attack on the grain road.

Maybe it can be done by attracting the elven army, but it is almost impossible to annihilate them in a short time.

When two elites collide, the battle will never end in a short time. As long as the battle is not one-sided, the coalition of ancient survivors will be able to provide timely reinforcements.

War is often anti-human. The more unlikely something is, the easier it is to create a miracle.

"Don't worry, I don't expect to destroy the elf army in one go. But it's okay to lure them out and give them a big gift.

The goal is not high. If we can destroy a thousand elf troops tonight, we will complete the task.

If things can't be done, we can just evacuate. It's no loss to be able to eat more than 10,000 enemy troops!"

Hudson said murderously.

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As night fell, the coalition camp was brightly lit. The kings of various tribes gathered together to patrol the camp. They had suffered two consecutive night attacks and learned their lesson.

In order to avoid the embarrassing situation of fighting on their own after the enemy attack, all the kings gathered together to form a joint command.

With so many people commanding together, the efficiency is definitely not as fast as one voice, but it is also an improvement.

"King, all kings, big things...big things are not good!

Our team that fell behind was attacked by the enemy. Please send troops to support us..."

As soon as he finished speaking, before everyone could ask, the snow eagle who reported the news died. When they got closer, they found that there was a sharp arrow stuck in his chest.

After receiving the bad news, the faces of the kings were terribly gloomy.

It was not only the weaker races that fell behind the coalition forces, but also the logistical supplies of the army.

In order to save time, everyone hurriedly set off with a few days of rations, and most of the strategic supplies were left behind.

If it was just to deal with the remaining resistance forces, the escort troops were naturally enough, but the situation changed when they were attacked by the expeditionary force.

After looking at each other, the Shadow King was the first to break the silence: "The enemy is coming fiercely, and the troops in the rear will probably not be able to hold out for long.

We don't carry much supplies, and once we lose our logistical supplies, we won't be able to hold out for a few days.

If the enemy relies on the advantage of cavalry and pesters us all the way, it will be difficult for the army to return to the base before the supplies are exhausted.

Send an order to draw elite troops to form a rescue advance team. But this is not enough. To be foolproof, we must rely on the power of allies.

Let's go to visit the Venerable together. There is no time to delay at this time!"

In times of crisis, the gene of unity can be awakened most. Seeing that the Shadow King gave a solution, the panicked kings agreed one after another.

Some kings were dissatisfied with the Shadow King's overstepping of authority and wanted to speak out to oppose, but they had no better solution.

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"Kill!"

"Ah!"

The shouts and screams mixed together, cutting through the dark night, and the blazing fire expressed the cruelty of the war.

Compared with the previous two night attacks, the enemy's preparations this time were obviously more thorough.

However, it is people who ultimately decide the outcome of a war. The temporary camp defenses that were repaired caused some troubles for the expeditionary army, but they were limited to troubles.

The overwhelming giant bear paws directly knocked away the archery tower; the giant dragon tail directly swept the chevaux de frise and the horse pit.

It was really unruly. It was agreed that the strong men of the Holy Domain would not fight with ordinary people, but they were ambushed by two strong men of the Holy Domain at the beginning.

Without waiting for the enemy to protest, the rolling Warcraft cavalry had already rushed into the camp along the passage made by Hudson and started a massacre.