Chapter 927 Battle of Madeira Plains (Part 2)

After the report of the last two-headed ogre was completed, Archibald had a clear understanding of the power of his subordinates.

In addition to his immediate subordinates, the troops available for combat include 5,000 Furious Tauren warriors, 5,000 Great Ax Tauren warriors, 3,000 Blackstone Ogre warriors, 5,000 Northern Plains Jackal warriors, and 7,000 Black Tooth Kobold soldiers. , 30,000 ordinary jackal soldiers, 30,000 lizard soldiers, 50,000 black blood rat soldiers, a total of 130,000 troops.

In addition, there are more than 500,000 goblins and ordinary kobolds used as slave soldiers and military rations, enough to feed the army for half a year.

If the war is too intense, it can last longer.

If there is a shortage of military rations, you only need to send a partial army to clean up the rear area, and you can harvest a few months of military rations.

In his understanding, the Goblin tribe and the Kobold tribe were like weeds in the wilderness. If they were cut off, a new one would grow back in less than ten years.

"Scart."

Hearing his name, one of the seven high priests of the Black Blood Ratman clan, the golden high priest Skater, walked out of the queue, bowed his head and saluted, waiting for instructions.

"Within three days, one hundred thousand goblins and kobolds will be selected, distributed with black magic potion, and used as cannon fodder."

"Yes, Commander." Black-blooded Ratman Skater replied respectfully.

After Scat returned to the queue, Archibald looked around, scanning the many tribal leaders, and then set his sights on his guard leader.

"Bradrick."

"General." A low-level soul half-dragon walked out of the queue and bowed his head in salute.

"You will assign tribesmen to serve as supervisors for each ministry. Any tribe who dares to disobey my orders can be killed."

"Yes, General."

Half-dragon Bradrick's eyes flashed with bloodlust as he glanced at the many tribal leaders in the camp.

Most of the tribal leaders trembled in fright and lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Only a few strong men from big clans can calmly face the pressure exerted by the half-dragon Bradrick.

Regarding Bradrick's actions, Archibald adopted a tacit attitude and waited until the situation was almost complete before waving him back to the queue.

"Go back and make preparations. We will set off in half a month to attack the Cardero Province of the Kingdom of Ilia."

"Yes, Commander (General)." Many monster clan leaders replied in unison.

After the meeting, Tien walked out of the camp, looked up at the gloomy weather, and left the place silently, going back to discuss it with the human first.

Back at the station, Thien ordered his deputies to recall the tribesmen who were out looking for fun. He wanted to count the number of people in the evening.

Arriving in front of an inconspicuous tent, two high-ranking silver Banuko saw Tien's figure, bowed their heads and saluted, and opened the curtain.

In the camp, a skinny human with disheveled hair was sitting on a blanket meditating. When he heard footsteps, he opened his eyes, looked at Tien, and stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.

Seeing this, Tien nodded slightly, showed respect to the other person, and then sat down directly opposite him.

"Please tell me."

"good."

Tien didn't waste any time and told all the contents of the meeting held today.

The skinny human looked calm and asked, "Didn't you select a forward?"

"Not yet." Thien stared at the skinny human, waiting for his suggestion.

The skinny human made some calculations and reminded: "Recently, restrain your subordinates and try not to leave the camp."

There was doubt in Tien's eyes and he asked: "Why?"

"If you don't make a mistake, there will be no vanguard. After all, no tribe wants to carry out a war mission that leads to death." The skinny human looked at the stupid tauren in front of him and explained, "Once you make a mistake, the dragon commander will Take this opportunity to apply pressure, with your Furious Tauren clan as the vanguard.”

"I see."

Hearing this, Ti En nodded heavily, then stood up and left the camp.

After the other party left, the skinny human closed his eyes again and continued to meditate.

As night fell, Tien began to count the tribes. When one of the five thousand fury warriors was gone, he closed the camp directly and did not allow any tauren warriors to go out.

This move aroused the dissatisfaction of a large number of Banuko and Furious Warriors, but under Tien's fist, they all shut their mouths.

…

Seven days later, Verin arrived at the eastern edge of the Madeira Plains and ordered his troops to set up camp. At the same time, he sent ground reconnaissance troops and griffin knights to reconnoiter the surrounding terrain.

At night, in the camp, Weilin lay on the map and kept drawing circles.

Think about how to deploy the two hundred medium-sized magic cannons and the five hundred small-sized magic cannons in your hands.

Of course, half of the mana cannons were "damaged" on the expeditionary battlefield and were brought back by him as deputy director of the logistics department. After being repaired, they were as good as new.

In addition, the Sixteenth Silver Knights also have twenty large magic cannons, eighty medium magic cannons, and two hundred small magic cannons.

Deployed in the right location, these magic cannons can be worth a hundred thousand troops.

Kyle, who was standing aside, looked at his master in a daze and couldn't help but murmured: "You are not going to put your mind on the large magic cannon in the hands of Lord Medmonchi, are you?"

"Who said that, please don't talk nonsense." Weilin's ears twitched slightly, he came back to his senses, and said seriously, "I was just considering the changes in the battlefield situation. The troops moved too fast, and it is normal to occasionally lose a few weapons. ”

"Besides, I can also exchange it for other things!"

Kyle's mouth twitched when he heard it, and he warned: "My Lord, if you pay attention to those medium-sized and small magic cannons, Lord Madmonch may turn a blind eye."

"For large magic cannons, even if they are broken, they must be placed in the warehouse and wait for the kingdom to receive them."

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it."

Welin curled his lips and pretended to be indifferent, then continued to lie on the map, thinking about where to place magic cannons.

In this border war, the kingdom will reimburse the magic crystal loss in the war, but it must be exchanged for blank crystals.

Otherwise, he would not pull out all the magic cannons in Qixing Territory.

Two hundred medium-sized magic cannons and five hundred small magic cannons, one round of volleys, will consume two hundred intermediate magic crystals and five hundred low-level magic crystals, which is equivalent to 1.25 million gold coins, which is more than one-third of the military pay of Qixing Territory's standing army.

Even if he had a big family and a big business, he couldn't afford such consumption.

If the kingdom was there to back him up, that would be another matter.

In addition, he could mix in the old blank crystals.

He seriously suspected that the royal family had mastered the magic of recycling magic crystals, but it was just a guess.

After all, others had been guessing for thousands of years, so there was no shortage of skeptics like him.

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