Act 475 The Trumpet Blows I
The terrain around Mintai Fort is not complex.
To the north is the open Oder Plain. The Oder and Paton rivers have washed out this river plain sedimentary belt. The north of the narrow valley plain has been affected by the ever-changing forces of chaos, forming a barren land. The Patton Wilderness is almost flat, which is very conducive to the expansion of the army.
The east and south sides of Mintai Castle are the large forests between Mintai-Parris-Schafflund. This vast forest is called the East Mintai Forest. There are two roads passing through the middle of the forest. Connected to Mintai Fort. One of the avenues passes through Gersferry, while the other connects Horta, the only satellite town south of Minteborg.
Duke Golan-Elsen reached out and clicked on this town on the map. The Tonigel people resisted fiercely here. The person who directed the attack here was the deputy commander-in-chief of the last northern noble coalition, one of the Marquis Balta. The deputy is also a very famous knight commander in the White Lion Army. The troops at his disposal include the defected Royal Knights and the noble army of nearly 2,000 people. However, the Tonigel people stationed here defended the town for nearly half an hour and did not allow the noble commander to take over the place. ——It is said that the White Lion Knight formed by the son of the sword master of the other party is indeed well-deserved.
However, he has entrusted the wizards of the Buga people to go to support him. Although the news has not been sent back yet, he will surely succeed in one fell swoop soon. After all, there are neither witches nor nasty druids there. After cutting off the escape route to Mintai Fort, he was relieved of his worries. In any case, more than half of this large-scale plan was completed.
But things often backfire.
Just as Duke Golan-Elsen put down the map in his hand, a noble knight came towards him and shouted to him in a panic: "Sir, we have lost contact in the direction of Horta!"
"What's going on?" The Duke's heart suddenly jumped. The uneasy premonition in his heart seemed to be fulfilled at this moment, and he quickly asked.
"It's not clear yet, sir. The first news is that a sword master belonging to the royal camp appeared in the direction of Horta. Not long after, our communication with that direction was cut off."
"Juggernaut?"
Golan Elson silently speculated in his mind which of the sword masters loyal to the Corcova royal family would suddenly appear in this place. However, a mere swordsman is nothing to worry about. How can one person affect the entire battle situation? In any case, it will only be the northern nobles' army that suffers in the end.
However, for the sake of safety, he still asked: "Have scouts been sent to confirm the situation?"
"Already dispatched."
"Which of our troops is closest to Horta?"
"I don't know, but it seems that the army from Blackwater Bay captured a village called Emden nearby."
"Oh, that's Baron Godham and his knights." Duke Golan-Elsen nodded: "Let them go to Horta to have a look, and then send a cavalry team from the third column of the Southern Army. .”
"Understood, my lord."
Grand Duke Golan-Elson watched his knights leave and rolled up the map. Place it in the map box aside. He couldn't help but sigh, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand to rub his forehead. This was not the first time he went to the battlefield. In the past half century, Eruin had hardly been fighting a day, between nobles and nobles, and between nobles and mountain people. During this period, large and small battles between the Eruin people and the undead of Madara were staged every month on the land of this ancient kingdom. When he was fourteen years old, he accompanied the old Golan Elson for the first time. The Grand Duke went to the battlefield together and was already a qualified military noble at the age of sixteen.
He even fought in the Second Holy War. Although I haven't experienced the most dangerous battles, I have experienced it more or less. It can be regarded as experienced in hundreds of battles. Duke Golan-Elsen knew very well that in a war everything could not go as planned. Only those who have never actually commanded a battle would naively think that the war proceeds step by step and according to plan.
Whoever has a better plan will win.
But the truth is far from that. For those who are familiar with war, real war is more like a big adventure of luck. Especially on such a huge battlefield with a depth of more than ten kilometers. Both sides participating in the war are almost blind. The side that can control the sky and have superior wizard strength may be slightly better, but inefficient orders and the speed of military response will make the original plan full of mistakes.
When it comes to the battlefield, it's not so much about comparing whose plan is more thorough. It is better to compare who has better luck and makes fewer mistakes. If one side makes an unforgivable mistake in a battle, the balance of the war will often tip. And this kind of mistake is often unavoidable. Sometimes both sides in a war will make multiple mistakes over and over again, and in the end, the victory of a battle will be determined according to Martha's will.
For now, although there are more or less unexpected situations on the battlefield, like the situation with Horta, they are still within the acceptable range. The Buga people's plan was very clever. Except for the part where the executor was the southern noble, all other parts of the plan were perfectly reproduced.
Everything was moving in the right direction, but Grand Duke Golan-Elsen always felt uneasy and felt that he had missed something. He opened his eyes again with some irritability, stood up from the table, and paced back and forth on the spot.
He highly praised the efficient execution of the Bugas - it was said that the White Lion Guards commanded by the descendants of Darus had also shown such a level, but Duke Golan-Elsen scorned this. At least in the current battle, the opponent did not show such a level, although their personal tactical quality and strength are indeed far superior to Eruin's domestic counterparts.
The gap between the two is so obvious, so where does my worry come from?
Grand Duke Golan-Elson himself couldn't figure this out. He walked back to the table, picked up his pipe, and seemed ready to light a pipe. But in his irritated mood, he really didn't have the patience to complete the meticulous work of filling the tobacco and lighting the fire, so he put the pipe down again.
Then he heard footsteps outside the tent and understood that the knights sent out before had finally left and returned.
The Duke finally couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart. He opened the curtain of the tent and asked eagerly: "What's wrong? Have you figured out what went wrong in the direction of Horta?"
He suddenly stopped talking.
He saw his knight standing in front of him with a pale face, holding a flattened helmet in his hands, and trembling all over. The dark helmet looked like a common knight's visor in the south, stained with blood.
"What's wrong?"
Grand Duke Golan-Elson's face was calm, and his hazel eyes in his deep-set eyes were staring at the helmet.
"My lord...Baron Goldham, he..."
"What's up with him?"
"Lord Baron... he has died for his country, and his knights... This is the news from Buga's wizards..."
"What's going on?" The Duke suppressed the anger in his voice and asked in a deep voice: "Aren't they north of Horta? Did they attack without permission before they got my order?"
The knight's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't say a word.
"How's Horta doing?"
"Sir, Horta has been taken back by the Tonigels, and no one has escaped. The Tonigels have launched a counterattack, and they have crossed Emden..."
"Gedham and his men are all cavalry. How come no one of them escaped?" Although Duke Golan-Elsen was not angry yet, his calm tone was enough to silence his knights. He gingerly handed over the helmet in his hand and replied:
"Sir, this is the relic of Baron Godham brought back by the Buga people..."
Duke Golan-Elsen threw away the knight's helmet in disgust, and the bloody helmet fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.
He finally said angrily: "What do I need this damn thing for? By the way, where are the Buga people? Didn't they make it in time?"
The knight almost buried his head on the ground.
"Sir, the adults in Buga have also suffered losses. They are gathering people to encircle the Tonigel people in the direction..."
"Great, how much longer do they need?"
"this……"
"I knew these damn guys were unreliable at all," Duke Golan-Elsen turned around and walked back to the tent, angrily sweeping the things on the table to the floor, making a clanging noise.
"Tell me. How big is the Tonigel army, what is its composition, where did they get into our encirclement, how many wizards do they have, and where is their attack direction?"
"Sir..." the knight hesitated: "We haven't figured out who they are yet. Some people say that they were the White Lion Guards originally stationed in Horta, but we don't know where they came from. Those who invaded our encirclement... they don't seem to have wizards..."
"There is no wizard, this is nonsense!"
Duke Golan-Elsen said angrily: "Without wizards, how could they have wiped out the entire army of Baron Godham and his knights, and how could they have caused the Buga people to suffer such a big loss? Did this army come from In the direction of Schavlund?"
"My lord, no," the knight immediately replied: "The direction of Safrund is still calm. There is no problem with our manpower stationed in that direction. We will be in contact with that direction every five minutes."
"Very good," Duke Golan-Elsen breathed out: "What about this army? They left Horta and attacked Emden. Where are they going next? Is it Mintai Castle? Or Teigen?”
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