Chapter 388: The Wind Battle - A Losing Battle (Part 1)

Three days later, in the tent, Weilin looked at the intelligence collected by the reconnaissance troops, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Kyle stood aside, trying not to laugh out loud.

"Ahem, this is a bit embarrassing!"

Weilin thought that the West Hill Provincial Legion had at least 30,000 troops, but he didn't expect that there were only 7,000 people. This was really beyond his expectation. They actually had no backup troops.

According to the intelligence obtained by Kyle's personal reconnaissance, the dwarf army stationed in Marius City showed no signs of action at all.

This so-called West Hill Provincial Legion was just a discarded pawn pushed out by the other side, but I don't know what the reason is.

"My lord, I think your vigilance is very good, and there is no need to blame yourself." Kyle comforted softly.

Weilin waved his hand, feeling a little ashamed of his previous misjudgment and missing the best opportunity.

"Come here."

Outside the tent, two heralds heard the voice of the legion commander, entered the tent, knelt on one knee, and waited for orders.

"Let Viscount Moncas and his men come to my tent for a meeting immediately."

"Yes, Commander."

After the herald left, Weilin half-lay on the chair, looking at the smile on Kyle's face, feeling very embarrassed.

"Just laugh about this matter, don't let others know."

"Lord, don't worry, no one except me will know the truth." Kyle patted his chest and said.

Half an hour later, the other eight viscounts of the 135th Legion arrived one after another, sat in the lower seats, and waited quietly.

"Everyone, I have found out the situation. This dwarf army is the vanguard of Marius City. It is a test of Yehekou. Therefore, the commander of this legion has decided to defeat this defeated army and cut off the dwarves of Marius City from thinking about Yehekou."

"Viscount Moncas, you will be the commander this time, commanding the army of this headquarters, Viscount Algernon, Viscount Sigro and Viscount Edger, a total of 16,000 people, as the troops to encircle and suppress the dwarf vanguard army this time."

"Yes, legion commander." The four viscounts stood up, bowed and saluted, and answered loudly.

"The magic artillery troops directly under the legion will also be handed over to you. In addition, I will send Lord Gref to support the battle. There is no need to worry about the other side having a strong soul-level person."

"Yes."

In the next half an hour, Weilin took advantage of this meeting to discuss some other important matters with the eight viscounts, mainly about his intention to build a road that runs through the nine viscounts' territories, ready to start after the war.

Except for the six viscounts who expressed their opinions on the spot and agreed to build the road, the other two viscounts needed to discuss and give a reply in three days.

Weilin was not angry about this move. This was originally a proposal. Everyone discussed it. There was no need to force the other party to accept his proposal immediately.

Not long after the meeting was dissolved, Weilin received a letter from Russell of the 134th Legion.

"Did Russell bribe someone in my legion? He knew about this so quickly."

The other party told him that if reinforcements were needed, it could support 12,000 troops.

"My lord, it might be." Kyle was also a little uncertain. After all, the two legions were not far away, only about 200 kilometers. If something happened in Yehekou, Qingshishan would soon receive relevant information.

"Forget it, reply to Russell for me. Thank you for his kindness, but I can deal with this group of dwarf troops myself." Weilin put the letter away and said to Kyle.

Hearing this, Kyle sat down immediately, took the paper and pen, copied Weilin's handwriting, and began to write a letter.

Weilin lay on the low table, tilting his head to stare at the handwriting on the paper. The handwriting looked more like his own than his own. He even felt that if he compared his handwriting with the handwriting on the paper, his handwriting might be regarded as fake.

After Viscount Moncas left Weilin's tent, he immediately began to train the army and dispatch troops.

The other three viscounts handed over the command of their own troops and served as Viscount Moncas's deputies.

The actions of tens of thousands of troops would inevitably attract the attention of the Xiqiu Provincial Legion stationed in the northern area of ​​Yehekou.

The first moment Andra received the news, he ordered people to break camp and prepare for retreat.

If you can beat them, fight, if you can't beat them, run.

In the past few days, he has realized that they have really become abandoned pawns, just as the intelligence collected by Michid shows.

"Mickey, you lead a thousand troops and retreat first."

Mickey asked worriedly: "General, what about you?"

Andra patted Michid's shoulder and said guiltily: "Don't worry, can't you run away if you can't beat me? It was my commander who made a mistake in judgment and trusted God too much before, which led to the current situation. Now that things have come to this, we must fight the human army. Fleeing without fighting is a deserter, and retreating after defeat is a defeated army. The nature is completely different."

"Besides, God will not stand by and watch me die. If I die, Duke Hador will not be able to explain to the capital."

"Follow your orders, general."

Mickey saluted and then left the tent.

Looking at the other party's back as he left, Andra was not sure whether God would save him in times of crisis. The words just now were all his own words, just to reassure his capable subordinate.

Compared to the high probability of dying on the battlefield, Michid can play a greater role if he is alive. In the future reconstruction of Xiqiu Province, he will definitely become the governor's right-hand man.

Taking advantage of the night, Micides was ordered to lead a thousand troops, under the pretext of transporting supplies, to return to Marius to collect military supplies.

The next morning, on the plain of the Yehekou River, 16,000 troops lined up and slowly advanced towards the dwarf camp.

Seeing this, Andra commanded the army to go out of the camp to fight. Among the 6,000 troops, only 2,000 soldiers quickly formed a team, and the remaining 4,000 troops, mostly under the scolding and scolding of officers, formed the front line.

"The old and weak are in the front line. Why is this vanguard army of Marius City so strange?"

Faced with the words of Viscount Sigro, a young man under the age of 40, the other three viscounts kept silent and did not respond.

Aware of the strange atmosphere around him, Viscount Sigro immediately shut up, realizing that he was a little nonsense, and retreated behind the three people to reduce his presence.

Seeing this, Viscount Moncas shook his head. Sigro was still too young. Some things were known to oneself, and some things did not need to be said by oneself, otherwise everyone would be embarrassed.

"March."

Dozens of messengers informed the entire army of Viscount Moncas's order, and the huge army began to move forward slowly.

Facing the endless human army, the dwarf warriors at the front swallowed their saliva, looked at the sharp dagger in the commander's hand, and dared not move rashly.

Andra looked solemn, commanding the army to move forward to face this battle that was bound to fail.