Chapter 1210: Tasai City - Feint Attack

Chapter 1210: Tasai City - Feint Attack

The next morning, an elite force set out from the temporary camp of the 25th Legion, hiding their tracks. Thirty kilometers away from the city of Tasse, they split into teams of three and began to map and investigate the deployment of the entire city.

At the same time, in the Merci demiplane, Kyle and Star Covenant Legion Commander Zevvia sat at a small round table, comparing maps and simulating the battle situation.

Looking at the serious expression of the high-level Star Contractor in front of him who was meticulously deducing the battle situation, Kyle couldn't help but have the urge to compete with him.

But now the situation is special, the competition can only be postponed. At least we have to wait until the Ninth Corps completely occupies the Kamo tribal area before we can make this rather rude request.

"Assuming that there are 3,000 gold-level professionals among the Black Orc garrison in Tasai City..."

"This number is a bit exaggerated." Kyle heard this, a trace of horror flashed in his eyes, and he reminded, "Sir Zefuvia, it is questionable whether the entire Black Asian Orc Northern Army Third Legion has 300 gold professionals now."

"Even if we add the ambushing Black Orcs and Gray Orcs, the number may not exceed one thousand."

Upon hearing this, Zephyr felt that it seemed to be true. He waved his hand to disperse the number that was condensed in the sky and condensed a new number of eight hundred.

Watching Zephyr who was still immersed in deducing the battle situation, Kyle couldn't help but recall that two days ago, on the eve of the 25th Legion's departure from the War City of Letaya, he was secretly summoned to the Corps Headquarters by his Lord.

"I will temporarily hand over the Star Contract Army to you. You have the final say on when to send it into battle. But I have only one request, that you stay safe."

"Remember, you must be safe and sound. Even if the 25th Legion suffers heavy losses or even is completely destroyed, I will support you."

"Mr. Kyle, what do you think of this deduction result?"

After hearing what Zephvia said, Kyle came back to his senses. He looked at the troops of both sides on the virtual chessboard, pointed to the southwest and said, "Sir Zephvia, we can increase the number of people here a little bit."

"Oh?"

There was a puzzled look in Zephyrus' eyes.

"I have a feeling that if the Black Orcs want to annihilate the 25th Legion, they will definitely not just send out the Gray Orcs. They will definitely hide a troop in this direction, ready to intercept our reinforcements or even catch us off guard."

After hearing Kyle's explanation, Zephyria nodded, and then added a force in the southwest that was as powerful as the Gray Orc Blood Wing - the Magic Mechanical Legion.

He might not have as thorough an understanding of the situation on the front line as the other party, so to a certain extent, he chose to believe the angel in front of him.

Based on the direction of the battle, Kyle and Zephyrvia each developed different combat plans and how to respond to emergencies in order to protect the entire team.

As time passed, the sky gradually darkened.

Kyle looked up at the sky, stood up, and said, "Sir Zefuvia, I will stop here today. I still have some matters to take care of."

"Sir Kyle, please do as you please." Upon hearing this, Zevvia responded politely.

Seven days later, at dawn, the sound of heavy trumpets resounded throughout the camp, and more than 17,000 people from the four battalions of the Second Army of the 25th Legion broke camp.

Located twelve kilometers north of the city of Tase, several troops gathered here.

"Array-"

The herald's roar echoed across the wilderness, and the commanders of each camp quickly formed their ranks.

Heavy shield warriors were in the front row, followed by swordsmen and spearmen, and at the back of the battle formation were more than 3,000 archers.

On both sides of the battle formation, hundreds of knights followed to guard the two wings.

At the rear, two hundred improved magic crystal cannons were placed on the back of the Armored Wind Ostrich as mobile artillery positions, moving forward with the army.

On the central command platform, Commander of the 2nd Army of the 25th Corps, Asherborn, looked at the assembled troops, raised his hand, and put it down with force.

The next moment, the four war drums made of golden-grade ferocious tiger skins placed on both sides of the command platform sounded, issuing the order to advance.

The order was given, and the huge army began to advance slowly.

Seventeen thousand pairs of iron boots stepped down at the same time, and the dull roar echoed throughout the entire plain.

The wind gradually picked up, and the flag of the Second Army of the 25th Corps fluttered in the wind.

On the walls of Tasai City, more than 2,000 warriors of the Third Legion of the Black Orc Northern Army and more than 5,000 tribal warriors looked at the well-organized human army in the distance, and a trace of fear rose in their eyes.

For the soldiers of the Third Legion of the Black Orc Northern Army, the tragic scene at the Polya camp seemed to have happened just yesterday.

As for the tribal warriors, it was simply fear.

In the Kamo tribal area, all the tribal warriors who dared to fight and were able to fight had been taken away in the first and second batches of conscription. As the third and temporarily conscripted tribal warriors, they were more concerned about keeping themselves alive.

"quiet."

With a roar, all the legionnaires and tribal warriors on the north wall of Tase shut their mouths, not daring to spread terror anymore.

The blood on the tips of the law enforcement guards' swords had not yet dried, and they did not want to be the next criminal to be hung on a wooden pole in the central square of the city.

On the left side of the city wall, the Black Orc commander looked at the city defense forces that had quieted down, then turned around and continued to look at the human army that was approaching the city of Tasai, his eyes full of fierceness.

In the Battle of the Polya Camp, his own brother died at the hands of humans.

When he left his hometown, he promised his mother that he would bring his younger brother back to her, and he even swore on his own name.

But the war had just begun and his brother was gone.

When the Second Army of the 25th Legion approached five kilometers from the city wall, Ashburn waved his hand and ordered to stop advancing.

The next moment, the sound of war drums stopped and the army stopped advancing at the same time.

At the rear of the battle formation, the commander of the magic crystal cannon unit loudly urged the soldiers to refill the high-grade magic crystals and put the improved magic crystal cannon into a ready-to-fire state.

At the same time, Bartholomew, who received the news that the enemy was preparing to attack, came to the north wall with several guards.

On the high platform, Bartholomew looked at the enemy in the distance, and a trace of gloom appeared between his brows.

If it were in its heyday, they would naturally not be afraid of this human army, but after the Battle of Polya Camp, the Third Legion was severely damaged. In addition, due to frequent major wars on the southern battlefield and the eastern battlefield, the rear troops were transferred to these two battlefields.

As for when their legion can be replenished, even with the endorsement of the Black Moon Sword Master, it will take at least three months.

"let's start."

Upon hearing this, the high-ranking gold warrior standing behind Ashburn bowed and saluted, then came to the location of the magic crystal cannon unit and ordered loudly: "The general has given the order, order the artillery to fire."

"Yes."

The commander of the magic crystal cannon unit answered loudly, then turned around and gave the order to activate the magic crystal cannon.

The next moment, two hundred huge energy balls condensed at the muzzle of the improved magic crystal cannon.