Chapter 389: The Battle of Wind - A Losing Battle (Part 2)
Dozens of energy bombs smashed into the dwarf army formation, and hundreds of dwarf warriors turned into bloody pieces, staining the earth red.
Seeing the riot in the front army, Andra ordered his guards to suppress it and killed dozens of people, which stabilized the army formation and prevented it from being defeated.
Twelve rounds of magic cannons fired, taking the lives of nearly 800 dwarf soldiers.
Andra looked normal and continued to order the troops to advance.
When the two sides were a thousand meters away, Moncas ordered to stop the bombardment and ordered the front army to go forward to fight.
The enemy's army formation was very sparse, consuming a mid-level magic crystal and firing an energy bomb, which could only take the lives of more than a dozen dwarf warriors. Although the gain was not worth the loss, this was the military supplies distributed by the kingdom, and it would be a waste if it was not used, anyway, it would not cost its own money.
The two sides launched a brutal and bloody fight, and the figures of dwarves and human warriors were intertwined.
Every moment, dwarves lost their lives, and human warriors also fell. The blood dyed the earth red, proving the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.
The blood gathered together and flowed into the Misty River, dyeing the riverbank red and attracting countless aquatic creatures.
"Viscount Moncas, this battle should end." Greif opened his eyes and said.
Moncas heard this and said respectfully: "Then I'll trouble you, sir."
Greif nodded, his figure disappeared, and appeared behind Andra. Before he could react, he took off the other's head, cut off the big flag, and left the place immediately.
Seeing the other side's flag fall, Moncas no longer hesitated and ordered the whole army to charge, not to let any enemy run away.
"Sir, the flag fell, and the general is gone." A dwarf warrior touched the broken flesh on his face, pointed to the back, and his voice was filled with fear.
The dwarf officer heard this, turned his head and looked, and his faith in his heart was shattered.
After a brief moment of unconsciousness for a few seconds, he was awakened by the sound of fighting on the battlefield. He clenched the hammer in his hand and ordered loudly: "Retreat."
Gathering more than 80 soldiers around, with the dwarf officers as the spearhead, they broke out to the north.
When the other dwarf officers saw the flag fall, they realized that the command center was gone. With the idea of preserving their strength, they gathered the surviving soldiers around them and broke out.
Facing the encirclement of tens of thousands of troops, only about a thousand dwarf troops successfully broke out.
"My lord, we killed 3,000 dwarves, but according to the prediction on the battlefield, only 1,200 dwarves escaped. This time we won a great victory." A knight came to Moncas and reported respectfully.
"Gather the injured soldiers and send them to the wounded camp as soon as possible for the priest to treat them."
"Yes, my lord." The knight bowed and saluted, then retreated.
Seeing this, Edgar sighed: "We have suffered at least 4,000 casualties in this battle, but we have replaced 5,000 dwarves, which is a great victory."
"In the final analysis, the strength of our army's lower-level soldiers is not as good as that of the dwarf warriors, otherwise it would not be like this." Viscount Sigro shook his head and said.
"There is no way. The lower limit of our human beings is like that. We can't beat the dwarves, but we have a numerical advantage, which is also a kind of comfort." Viscount Algernon said, causing the other people to nod in agreement.
In addition to Edgar, Moncas, Algernon and Sigro have made up their minds in their hearts that no matter what the price, they must buy the meat jerky that can accelerate cultivation from Weilin.
Compared to those barons, they see farther and know very well that in order to gain more military exploits, in addition to their own strength and network resources, the combat effectiveness of the army is also very important.
If there is an opportunity but no strong army, even if the "cake" is placed in front of you, you can't eat it.
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Marius City, City Lord's Mansion
"General, Andra died in battle. Of the 7,000 troops he led, there are still more than 2,000 people. The rest died in Yehekou." A gold-level dwarf stood in front of Gord and answered with his head down.
"Who is managing the 2,000 troops now?"
"A dwarf officer named Michid, with high-level silver strength, is now temporarily taking over the position of general and controlling the 2,000 troops." The gold dwarf warrior heard this and answered with his head down.
"Report this matter to Lord Gemiel and ask how to deal with it."
"Yes, general."
Three days later, the organization of the Xiqiu Provincial Legion was abolished, and the 2,000 remnants of the army led by Michid were dismantled into three parts and transferred to the patrol force of Marius City. As for the officers in the army, they were all detained on the spot in the name of defeated generals.
After repelling the dwarf Xiqiu Provincial Legion, Yehekou returned to its former peace. The two sides were clearly divided and did not offend each other.
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In November of the 9738th year of the Glorious Calendar, the Kingdom of Ilia gathered three million troops to attack the Barisan-Casisson-Brack defense line. Its purpose was very obvious, which was to attack the capital of the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom, Hill City, and force the Dwarf King to withdraw twelve legions from the northern battlefield to support it.
For the suddenly crazy Kingdom of Ilia, the King of the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom had already had a plan to deal with it, opening the spare treasury to support the southern battlefield.
But under this situation, the "soil exchange" plan it had formulated could only be abandoned.
The Kingdom of Bashio took this opportunity to bet tens of millions of troops just to regain the lost land and wash away the shame on its body.
In mid-December, the scale of the war further expanded.
There was still no war in Yehekou.
"Uncle San, why are you here?" Weilin looked at this "uninvited guest" and was a little surprised. Why did his uncle not stay in the 27th Corps and come here?
Bamond sat down beside Weilin and said coldly: "Why, my nephew, do you welcome me so much?"
"Yeah, yeah." Weilin nodded in cooperation, but when he saw his uncle about to take action, he changed his face and said softly, "Uncle, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, don't do it."
"Your strength has improved a lot. It seems that in a few decades, you will beat your uncle in return."
"No, no, I'm not that kind of person."
Weilin agreed, but he had another idea in his heart. When he has the strength, he can try it.
"Okay, I don't know what you are thinking."
Seeing his nephew's little thoughts, Balmond did not hesitate to expose them.
Seeing this situation, Weilin was thick-skinned enough to pretend that nothing had happened. As long as I didn't say it, even if you guessed it, it didn't matter, there was no evidence anyway.
"Okay, I came to you for a serious matter this time." Balmond looked at his nephew with a normal face, and also extinguished the idea of teasing him, sat up straight, and said.
"What's the matter? Is there a treasure under Yehekou?" Weilin asked curiously, tilting his head.
Bamond was very surprised when he heard this, and looked at Weilin as if he saw a ghost.
Weilin looked at his uncle's expression and asked uncertainly, "Is there really a treasure?"
