Chapter 928 Battle of Madeira Plains (Part 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 captives, both sides roughly knew the names and strengths of the other side, but as for the number of troops, they could only roughly guess.

In the war, except for the commander and a few high-ranking officials who knew the number of their own soldiers and the names of the strong, no one else was qualified to know, and could only know the approximate number.

In the tent, Verin sat in the upper seat, with Kyle standing behind him. The first person on the left was Madmonchi, the leader of the 16th Silver Knights, and the first person on the right was Count Russell Kurisko, the leader of the Third Noble Legion of Serop.

Ten days ago, the reinforcements from the Serop Province arrived at the border and were incorporated into Verin's command.

With 20,000 Qixing troops, 70,000 Kadero noble coalition troops, more than 16,000 knights of the 16th Silver Knights, and 80,000 troops of the Third Noble Legion of Serop, he had nearly 200,000 troops.

However, only his direct troops and the 16th Silver Knights led by Madmonchi had strong combat effectiveness. As for the Kadero Legion and the Third Noble Legion of Serop, only a small number of soldiers were useful, and most of the soldiers could only be used once, or even only once.

"In just two months, our army fought 33 small-scale battles with the monster clan, won 17 games, lost 16 games, died 5,637 people, injured 11,878 people, except for 1,358 disabled people, the rest of the wounded have recovered and can continue to be deployed on the battlefield."

"According to my judgment, the other commander is not prepared to continue to waste time like this."

Everyone looked up at Weilin with a solemn expression.

"Our decisive battle is coming soon. I am going to set up the battle array in the Stranraer area in the east of Madeira Plains and wait for the enemy to arrive."

"In the battle array, my orders are respected. Those who retreat without permission will be killed."

"Any objections?"

"We have no objections."

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

"Dismiss."

"Yes."

Everyone left one after another, leaving only Weilin and Kyle.

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

Kyle heard this and answered: "My lord, Lord Odor is finishing the war beast puppet in the Messier demiplane, and it is expected to be completely repaired in three days."

"Enough time."

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

When this "card" is played, Weilin really wants to know what expression the other commander will have on his face.

...

In the western part of Madeira Plains, the wailing of countless goblins came from the monster clan camp.

Archibald ordered to slaughter 200,000 goblin slaves for military rations.

At this moment, even the dim-witted Tien knew that the moment of fate had come.

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

Neither win nor lose, continue to maintain a stalemate.

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

Thanks to the human's suggestion, he and his people became the reserve team in the upcoming war, located at the back of the army.

As for the vanguard of the army, it fell to the ogre - the unlucky guy who was pitted by the ratmen and gnolls.

"Lord Tien, the commander asked you to go to the tent." A high-level silver half-dragon guard came to Weilin Tien, bowed his head and saluted, and said.

"I know."

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

Passing through the camp, he came to 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 admonition 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 just need to mobilize them, no need to say the word borrow."

"Very good, the furious clan is indeed very loyal to Lord Amroth." Archibald showed approval on his face and reminded, "Don't make this public, my guard commander will look for you late at night."

"Yes, commander."

Tien saluted again, then left the tent and returned directly to the camp.

Not long after, a half-dragon wizard appeared in the tent, looked up at Archibald, and said bluntly: "You plan to use the furious warrior as the original body of the dark war beast."

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

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

After that, his figure gradually became transparent and disappeared in the tent.

"Come here."

Outside the tent, two high-level silver half-dragon guards heard the words of their general, lifted 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 and went to convey the military order.

As the order was issued, a large amount of goblin jerky was distributed to the lower-level monster soldiers, and even the 100,000 goblins and dog-headed people used as cannon fodder before the war were given 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, with thousands of people in formation, hundreds of well-organized military formations stood on the ground like a steel wall.

In the front formation, tens of thousands of soldiers were holding guns and swords, wearing heavy armor, wearing cold masks on their faces, with sharp eyes, staring closely at the monster clans with messy formations in the distance, and their hearts were full of vigilance.

Goblins are weak, but goblins who take black magic potions are strong.

The strength gained at the cost of burning life and depriving reason makes them dare not despise them at all.

In the front of the central army, more than a thousand magic cannons were neatly displayed in the formation, and the cannon bodies flashed with mysterious light.

Thousands of operators looked focused, waiting for orders.

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

Weilin stood on the central command platform, looking into the distance, and staring at Archibald from a distance.

"Beat the drums."

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

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