Chapter 339 Victory and Failure

After receiving specific orders, the 135th Army Corps took action quickly.

At the same time, the dwarf resistance forces inside the Grotto Hills saw the human army moving and followed suit.

After three consecutive days without sleep and under a high-pressure environment, the dwarf soldiers at the bottom gradually couldn't bear it anymore.

According to the intelligence collected, the dwarf general Medile stared at the direction of the human troops on the map, thinking hard, not knowing what the other party was going to do.

"General, should we lift the state of war readiness?" A dwarf noble stood up and suggested to the dwarf general Medil.

"No, what if this is a human trick." The dwarf general Medil shook his head and rejected the dwarf noble's suggestion.

Three months ago, because they relaxed their vigilance, five thousand troops were annihilated by humans, which directly caused them to lose one-fifth of their troops and their combat effectiveness was greatly weakened.

When the others saw this, their dissatisfaction was written directly on their faces.

If it weren't for the title of deputy commander of the Thirty Legion, the ghost would be willing to listen to Medile's orders.

Seeing the expressions of the other seven people, Medile felt extremely angry in his heart. He had never been so speechless with these "ghosts".

"The large army can rest, but we must ensure that there is a sober army. Otherwise, if humans attack, we will not be able to stop them."

"Yes, General." The seven gold-level dwarves replied loudly.

These bastards will only listen to the orders of their "general" if it is beneficial to them.

If there is an order that is not good for them, each of them will remain silent and resist the order he gave in a silent way.

Until the last person left, the dwarf general Medil became more and more angry. He raised his hammer and smashed the round table into pieces to vent his inner anger.

At the entrance of the cave, several soldiers standing guard were so frightened that their legs weakened, fearing that General Medile would vent his anger on them.

"Go and bring the wine up to me, General."

After smashing the round table, Medil's inner anger dissipated a lot, and his alcohol addiction was suddenly aroused.

Blacksmithing, drinking and animal fighting are his three major hobbies.

Now in this special period, blacksmithing and beast fighting are not possible, so the only thing left to do is drinking to relieve one's inner anxiety.

……

In the next two months, the dwarf resistance army did not cause trouble. The Grotto Hills were very peaceful, and a steady stream of supplies was delivered to the front line.

Half a month ago, the 127th Legion of the Twenty-sixth Corps, with one middle-level soul knight as the main formation and three soul low-level knights as assistants, led one hundred gold knights, three thousand silver knights and five Thousands of bronze knights faced off against the Third Horned Sheep Knights of the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom of Hador, and won the battle, overwhelming two of the opponent's infantry legions.

With the assistance of the 129th Legion, more than 10,000 dwarf soldiers were killed and more than 20,000 dwarf soldiers were captured. The remaining 80,000 dwarves fled in panic.

This battle directly captured a small area in the southeast of the Hador Dukedom and opened the way to the Hagar Province.

However, after all, this place is the territory of a duke. Although there are restrictions from the "Legend Convention" and the legend cannot take action, the sixth commander still dare not do anything. He can only let the troops continue to expand to the north. For Duke Hador He led other areas and did not use troops, but only put an infantry regiment on guard.

Weilin was not surprised when he received the news.

"My Lord, new orders from the Corps."

Kyle entered the camp and presented the order document to Verin for review.

After briefly reading through it, they were asked to hand over the defense of the cave hilly area to the 3rd Corps of the 20th Corps, and arrive in the province of Sigas, Latero Province and Harbin before March th of the Glorious Calendar. At the junction of the Dukedom of Dor, specific tasks are handled by the liaison officer of the Sixth Command.

"Issue an order to prepare all units, complete the handover to the 143rd Army Corps, and set off immediately."

"Yes."

After staying here for more than two months, it's time to leave.

Peaceful days are always beautiful, but this kind of garrison mission brings me very little military success.

If you want to be promoted to a noble title and gain more military exploits, you can only keep moving forward.

……

Three days later, more than 30,000 people from the 143rd Legion came here. Everyone was exhausted. There were still bloodstains on the armor that had not been wiped clean and marks from swords. Many soldiers had damaged weapons. replace.

As expected, this unit had just returned from the northern battlefield and came to garrison Grotto Hills. On the one hand, they could use their remaining energy and on the other hand, they could rest and recuperate.

"Hello, Commander of the Verin Corps. I am the commander of the 143rd Corps of the 29th Corps, Lalot Simisis. I am sorry to meet you in this way."

The commander of the 143rd Legion is very young, about the same age as him. He should be a direct descendant of the Simisis family. The middle-aged knight behind him has a restrained aura and should be a soul-level professional.

"I would like to ask, what happened on the front line." Verin took a step forward, came to Lalote Simisis, and asked in a low voice.

When Lalot heard this, the expression on his face was a little painful, but he still told Verin the truth: "The commander of our corps, His Excellency Barron Cadelion, underestimated the enemy and rushed in. The entire 29th Corps, with more than 100,000 people, fell into 200,000 dwarves." The army surrounded them, and although they successfully broke out, the 29th Corps suffered heavy casualties, with more than 80,000 people killed in battle."

"My regiment lost nearly 20,000 outstanding soldiers in this battle. I'm afraid the rest of the war will have nothing to do with our 29th Corps."

"This... is your condolences." Weilin suppressed the shock in his heart and spoke to comfort him.

The battlefield is constantly changing, and no one knows what will happen next moment.

In return, Verin told Lalotte, the young legion commander, all the methods used by his legion.

"Thank you." Lalotte Simisis said gratefully.

"If you want to say thank you, it should be me." Weilin shook his head and said.

Upon seeing this, Lalotte shook his head and replied, "No, you will know about this matter in two days at the latest."

"Kyle, keep half of the rations."

"Yes."

"This..." Lalot stepped forward and held Verin's hand, thanking him from the bottom of his heart, "Thank you very much."

"Get some rest."

After bidding farewell to Lalotte, Verin mounted his horse and ordered the army to move out.

Looking at Weilin's leaving figure, Lalotte leaned against a tree and said to the low-level soul knight beside him: "Uncle Lelit, that is the fifth son of Lord Angus, Earl of the Eagle. A son who was promoted to the miraculous son of Viscount in less than twelve years."

"Yes, Master Lalotte, the other party is not only followed by a soul-level assassin, but the attendant beside him is also not simple, at least I can't see through it." Leilit, a low-level soul-level knight, replied respectfully.