Chapter 1197: Battle of Polya (Part )

Thousands of Black Orc warriors roared to boost their morale, then stimulated their own fighting spirit and, with the Berserkers as the vanguard, attacked the charging human army.

In an instant, the two armies collided and a bloody battle broke out.

In the darkness, swords flashed and blood splattered, and lives were lost every moment.

The roar echoed in the wilderness, mixed with the roar of magic explosions and the sharp sounds of weapons clashing.

On the west side of the Polya camp, thousands of Wind Eagle Knights, led by several low-level Black Orcs with soul consciousness, flew high into the sky to fight against the human Griffin Knights coming from the clouds.

In the airspace, the air forces of both sides fought against each other, and the bodies of wind falcons and griffins kept falling to the ground.

On the other two sides of the Polya military camp, the First Army and the Third Army of the 27th Legion launched attacks at the same time, suppressing the Third Army of the Black Asian Orc Northern Army with absolute advantage, and continued to advance towards the Polya military camp.

More than 100,000 troops from both sides gathered on thousands of square kilometers of land and fought a desperate battle for their beliefs, interests, and their own convictions.

The battle flags fluttered in the wind, symbolizing their respective glory and beliefs.

Every time a battle flag falls, it means the destruction of a unit and also confirms the change in the situation on the battlefield.

As time passed, the night gradually faded away and the noise of war gradually subsided.

In the distant sky, the gray sky gradually turned into pale gold, and the first ray of morning sun penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the battlefield.

On the northern hillside of Polya’s camp, under the rising sun, was a devastated battlefield.

Broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and broken armor and broken swords were deeply embedded in the soil.

Blood soaked the ground, staining the hillside dark red.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood and scorched earth, making it suffocating.

A breeze blew by, picking up a few tattered flags, which fluttered among the corpses.

The decline was beginning to show, and the loss of the Polya camp was inevitable. Manus recalled what Gamonli had said before, sighed, and whispered: "Let the Third Army cover the rear, and the rest of the troops begin to retreat."

"Everything in the camp that cannot be taken away must be destroyed. No usable supplies are allowed to be left for humans, not even a needle or a thread."

"Yes, legion commander."

Several black-armored guards standing behind Manus heard this, spoke loudly, and then went forward to convey the order to retreat.

Sensing that the battlefield was getting closer, Manus looked down at the sand table in the camp and whispered, "The Third Legion has paid a huge price. I hope your plan will succeed. Otherwise, I will never let you go, even if your teacher is the high priest."

On the battlefield, a high-level silver warrior watched the enemy retreat. The faith that supported him to continue fighting disappeared. His body relaxed and he fell on the body of his comrade. He slowly raised his right hand, took off his armor, and spat out the fragments of internal organs in his mouth.

"Kearns, Jarl, Levi..."

Silently reciting the names of those comrades who have returned to the embrace of the gods, the high-level silver warrior looked up at the sky, and those familiar voices and faces appeared before his eyes.

"See you in my God's Kingdom, my brothers."

On the wall of Ceres Fortress, Ignis looked at the strange movements of the Black Orc army in the distance, and a smile appeared on his face under the silver mask.

The capture of the Polya camp meant that the northern gate of the Kamo tribal area of the Coles United Kingdom was open to them, and more than 100,000 square kilometers of land near the border would be exposed to their military attack.

Those rich mineral resources will also be plundered by them at will.

"Pass on my orders."

Hearing this, the two clerks standing behind Ignis picked up their pens at the same time and prepared to start recording.

"I order the 2nd Army of the 34th Corps of the 12th Corps to cross the Polya Camp, pursue the remnants of the Black Asian Orcs, occupy the Black Asian Orc tribes and towns in the border areas, and clear all obstacles to the Giant Stone Mountain Fortress."

"The 27th Legion, the Mage Corps, the Griffin Knights, and the Dragon Knights will rest on the spot, treat the wounded, and collect the bodies of the fallen soldiers."

"Order logistics..."

"Order the mage troops..."

"Send a message to the Second Army of the 20th Corps of the Seventh Corps..."

"Order……"

In just a few minutes, Ignis issued several military orders with only one purpose, which was to take advantage of the enemy's retreat and expand his control area in the Kamo tribal area as much as possible to create a buffer zone before other black orc troops could react.

After recording the order, the two clerks beat their chests in salute and then left the city wall.

One person went to the fortress's direct Griffin Knight messenger unit to pass on the order.

One person went to the headquarters, re-copied the six orders, sealed them, and archived them for future review by the corps headquarters or use in war review.

……

In the mayor's palace of a small town located 150 kilometers south of Polya's camp, Manus sat on the main seat, looking at the casualties of each unit with a terribly gloomy expression.

As for the mayor of this small town, he is currently standing at the gate, waiting for orders at any time.

"Before the expedition, the First Army had a full complement of 14,326 people. Now, the number of troops gathered under our command is only 8,637. Putting aside the soldiers who have not yet returned to the team, the calculation based on the extreme situation shows that 5,689 people died in the battle, and the casualty rate reached 40%."

"The situation of the Second Army is not much better. The full complement is 16,813 people, but now there are only 9,733 people. The casualty rate has reached 40%. If we calculate the casualty rate based on that of ordinary troops, it can be considered that they have completely lost their combat capability."

"The Third Army, as the rear guard, is currently out of contact and its situation is unclear."

"The Kalis Wind Eagle Unit has a full complement of 3,128 knights, but now there are only 1,483 left, more than half of them have been killed in battle."

"The Dias Shadow Warriors have a full complement of 583 people, and there are currently 312 people left."

"Gladstone Shaman Order, full strength 1,129 people, currently 995 people are still alive."

"Gallopno Bloodline Regiment, full complement of 2,113 people, currently 173 people alive"

"The Nahata Beast Knights..."

All the generals fell silent as they listened to the troop list recited by their legion commander.

This time in the Polya counter-raid, it was the first time that they faced the Dawn Wings Legion of the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn.

They thought they could escape unscathed even if they were defeated, but after this battle, they had to admit that they were too naive.

After reading the last legion's direct troops' casualties, Manus lit the document in his hand, looked up at the generals standing on both sides of the hall, and said in a deep voice: "The strength of the Ninth Legion of Humanity is so great that I don't need to say it clearly now."

"That Eternal Knight of the Dawn Church is guessing at the opponent with the greatest malice. He must have as many cards in his hand as Gamon Li."

"so--"