Chapter 928 Battle of Madeira Plains (3)

In early August of the Glorious Year 9766, the Cardro Legion led by Verin and the Monster Legion led by Archibald had several small-scale battles, with both sides winning and losing.

From the prisoners, both sides roughly learned the name and strength of the other side, but as for the number of troops, they could only roughly guess.

During the war, except for the commander-in-chief and a few senior officials who know the number of their own soldiers and the names of their strong men, no one else is qualified to know and can only understand the approximate number.

Inside the tent, Weilin sat at the upper seat, with Kyle standing behind him. The first person at the bottom left was Madmonch, the leader of the 16th Silver Knights, and the first person at the bottom right was Count Russell Kurisko, the leader of the 3rd Noble Legion of Serop.

Ten days ago, reinforcements from the province of Serop arrived at the border and were placed under Verin's command.

With 20,000 Qixing troops, 70,000 Cardero noble coalition troops, more than 16,000 knights of the 16th Silver Knights, and 80,000 troops of the Third Noble Legion of Serop, the total force he had was close to 200,000.

However, only his direct troops and the 16th Silver Knights led by Madmonchi have strong combat effectiveness. As for the Cardro Legion and the Third Noble Legion of Serop, only a small number of soldiers can be of great use, and most of the soldiers can only be used once, or even only once.

"In just two months, our army fought 33 small-scale battles with the monster clan, winning 17 battles and losing 16. We lost 5,637 people and injured 11,878 people. Except for 1,358 disabled people, the rest of the wounded have recovered and can continue to fight on the battlefield."

"According to my judgment, the other side's commander is not prepared to continue wasting time like this."

Everyone looked up at Weilin with solemn expressions.

"Our decisive battle is about to come. I am going to set up my troops in the Stranraer area east of the Madeira Plains and wait for the enemy to arrive."

"In the battle formation, my orders are respected. Anyone who retreats without permission will be killed."

"May I have any objections?"

"I have no objection."

Everyone stood up, looked solemn, beat their chests and saluted, and said in unison.

"Meeting dismissed."

"Yes."

Everyone left, leaving only Weilin and Kyle.

"How is the preparation of the war beast puppet going?"

Hearing this, Kyle replied, "My Lord, Lord Odor is currently finishing up the War Beast Puppet in the Mesir Demiplane. It is expected to be completely repaired in three days."

"Time is enough."

Seeing this, Weilin's eyes flashed with joy and he waved his fist.

When this "card" was played, Weilin really wanted to know what expression would be on the other commander's face.

……

In the western part of the Madera Plains, the wailing sounds of countless goblins were heard from the monster clan camp.

Archibald ordered the slaughter of 200,000 goblin slaves to be used as military rations.

At this moment, even the dull-witted Tien knew that the moment to decide his fate had come.

Defeat the human army, march eastward, and plunder humans.

Neither win nor lose, the stalemate continues.

If he loses, he will have to run away with his people.

Thanks to that human's suggestion, he and his people became the reserve force in the upcoming war, and were located at the rear of the army.

As for the vanguard of the army, it fell to the ogres - unlucky guys who were tricked by the ratmen and gnolls.

"Lord Tien, the commander asks you to go to the tent." A high-level silver half-dragon guard came up to Tien, bowed his head and spoke.

"I see."

Tien collected his thoughts and signaled the half-dragon guard to lead the way.

Walk through the camp and arrive at the central tent.

Entering the tent, Tien bowed his head to show respect.

"Tien."

"Commander, please give me your orders."

Archibald looked indifferent and said, "I want to lend you a thousand furious warriors."

Hearing this, Tien was startled and immediately remembered the human's words of warning to him: "Give Archibald whatever he wants. Don't hesitate, don't hesitate, don't hesitate."

"Commander, my people and I are all your warriors. You only need to mobilize us. There is no need to borrow us."

"Very good, the Fury Clan is indeed very loyal to Lord Amroth." Archibald showed approval on his face and reminded, "Don't tell anyone about this. My guard commander will look for you in the middle of the night."

"Yes, Commander."

Tien saluted again, then left the tent and went straight back to the camp.

Not long after, a half-dragon wizard appeared in the tent. He looked up at Archibald and said bluntly, "You plan to use the Fury Warrior as the Primarch of the Dark War Beast."

"Yes." Archibald nodded and answered, "My enemy is the God-given Earl of the Kingdom of Ilia. I cannot find out what methods he has through small-scale battles and the information collected by human spies, so I can only prepare more trump cards, not less."

The half-dragon wizard's expression became increasingly cold. He snorted and said, "You are the commander of this army. You make the decision, but if anything goes wrong, don't blame me for adding insult to injury."

After saying this, his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared into the tent.

"Someone is coming."

Outside the tent, two high-level silver half-dragon guards heard their general's words, opened the curtain, entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and waited for orders.

"Pass the order down. The whole army will set out after three days of full meals."

"Yes, General."

The two half-dragon guards answered respectfully, then left the tent to convey the military order.

As the order was given, a large amount of goblin jerky was distributed to the lower-level monster soldiers. Even the 100,000 goblins and gnolls who were used as cannon fodder before the war received a lot of meat.

……

In mid-September of the Glorious Year 9766, hundreds of thousands of troops from both sides gathered in the Stranraer area.

On the human side, there were thousands of troops in each formation, and hundreds of well-organized military formations stood on the earth like a Great Wall of Steel.

In the front, tens of thousands of soldiers were holding guns and swords, wearing heavy armor, with cold visors on their faces. They had sharp eyes and stared closely at the monster clan with chaotic formation in the distance, their hearts full of vigilance.

Goblins are weak, but goblins that take the black potion are strong.

The strength gained at the cost of burning life and depriving sanity made them dare not underestimate it in the slightest.

At the front of the central army, more than a thousand magic cannons were neatly arranged in the formation, with mysterious light flashing on the gun barrels.

Thousands of operators looked focused, waiting for orders.

Behind the soldiers, there were densely packed wooden boxes, inside which were stored magic crystals emitting purple light.

Weilin stood on the central command platform, looking into the distance and meeting Archibald's gaze.

"Bang the drum."

The order was given and the drums of war resounded throughout the battlefield.