Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 322 Chapter [-]

The "Hammer of Purgatory" division finally decided to retreat.

This is not a decision to be taken lightly.

At the same time that the lord was playing big chess in the Red River Valley, the "Hammer of Purgatory" division of the Glorious Federation, which was hit hard by the air strikes, had already completed its contraction to the foot of the western mountain;
The "Hammer of Purgatory" is worthy of being the elite of the elite of the Glorious Federation. Although they suffered heavy casualties in the air strike, this group of orc elite soldiers still regrouped in this safe zone under the protection of the high mountains.

To the east of them, the entire Red River Valley has been turned into a sea of ​​​​purgatory flames:
After the first round of bombing and air strikes, Shuangfengling decisively switched to the "flaming candy" mixed with high-viscosity honey to drop bombs-this kind of special ammunition mainly has the effect of burning and sputtering, and there is no "Big Ivan" Such a strong explosive impact can create a blazing death zone on a large scale, and it is most effective when used for carpet bombing.

At this moment, the uninterrupted bombing of the four "Cromwell Annihilators" has already projected hundreds of "flame sandwich candies" into the Red River Valley: the rising and burning crimson flames have covered almost every area in the Red River Valley. An inch of land is enough to burn all those who set foot on it into complete bewildered people.

The shooting blind spot under the mountains on the west side of the Red River Valley may be the only safe place to stop in this Death Valley.

What is ironic is that just half a day ago, the "Hammer of Purgatory" regiment who traveled to foreign lands was still worried about the bitter cold wind in the wilderness of the Soul Breaker, and racked their brains to find a way to keep warm;
But at this moment, in the burning Red River Valley, the shade under the mountains on the west side is as precious as milk and mead to the orcs.

If it was an ordinary army, it would have collapsed and collapsed thousands of miles under the baptism of the two heavens of ice and fire;

But the orcs of "Hammer of Purgatory" did not fall into despair.

In addition to the excellent quality of this group of federal elites, the real mainstay of the orc army-shaman priests also contributed a lot:

Despite their own casualties, despite witnessing countless deaths and destruction, this group of the most loyal believers and favorite children of the God of War still stabilized the morale and morale of the "Hammer of Purgatory" as always.

The shaman priests retreating westward, while assisting the orc officers to gather the soldiers and straighten out the organizational structure, were also constantly singing healing war songs and soothing the wounded orc soldiers with the gift of the God of War;

And in the assembly area at the foot of the West Mountain, the senior high-ranking shamans sang spiritual songs loudly, spreading the will and glory of the God of War to the sad soldiers—countless orc warriors who were tall, tall, and round, sat around the shaman like this. All around me, weeping uncontrollably like a child.

This situation will definitely make today's human empire feel envious:

As early as in ancient times, the chaplains sent by the Supreme Church were as inspiring as the orc shamans. The early human armies were mostly fanatical crusaders with a strong religious atmosphere;

But now, with the fading influence of the Holy Spirit belief and the serious corruption of the Supreme Church, the pastors of the church have gradually evolved into full-time medical personnel who perform holy arts, and their duty of spreading the gospel of the Holy Spirit has long since disappeared in the long river of history;
"The human army lacks cohesion and morale" has become the consensus of today's mainland military circles—the absence of clergy accompanying the army is one of the main reasons.

——Of course, this conclusion cannot be extended to the Igor pioneer army who is also a "human army":

You have political commissars.

However, unlike ordinary soldiers who can seek religious comfort, it is the top officers of the "Hammer of Purgatory" who are really struggling.

Because before them, is a serious problem:

What to do next?
General Gullit Gale stood on the slope at the foot of the west mountain of the Red River Valley, with his back to the gathered officers of the "Hammer of Purgatory", silently watching the raging valley.

The flickering bewitching flames did not make the orc veteran look angry or fanatical, on the contrary, it made the head of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division look extraordinarily old and tired.

"Division commander..." The division adjutant hesitated for a moment, but still said to General Gale's back, "...I asked, during the retreat, no orc soldier saw Marko..."

"Talk about the military situation. How about the casualties." The old general's back was motionless, and his tone was calm.

However, the orc officers who were familiar with General Gullit Gale all looked at each other worriedly.

Because, in the words of the head of the division, it seemed that he had lost all emotion, and was as empty as a walking dead.

The adjutant of the division was stunned, then gritted his teeth and reported:

"The troops have just gathered to the foot of the mountain, and the casualties are still being counted... But, it is not optimistic."

The adjutant clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and continued to state the status of "Hammer of Purgatory":

"Division Commander, this wave of attacks was so sudden that the shaman had no time to react... The Eastern Day Camp and the Southern Day Camp should have suffered the most losses. The number of dead in these two camps seems to be about There are [-]% to [-]%, but the remaining people, I am afraid that the combat ability..."

"...they can't hold on anymore." The one who cut the adjutant's words was Master Saki, the shaman leader of the "Hammer of Purgatory" who hunched over, "The casualties are too serious, we can't send these poor children to fight anymore .”

The adjutant looked at Master Saki with full respect, nodded, and approved the master's judgment:

The orcs are all natural fighters, and the loss of only [-]% to [-]% of the personnel is not enough to completely lose the fighting spirit of the federal soldiers in the two camps in the east and south. Rather, driven by the anger of revenge, the entire " The soldiers of "Purgatory Hammer" are eager to wash away their wounds with the blood of the enemy.

However, such serious casualties have seriously damaged the organizational structure of the army at the grassroots level. If coupled with the anger enough to dazzle the mind, the soldiers of the two camps in the east and south are undoubtedly no longer suitable for rushing into battle: uncontrolled Rage and destruction of strict discipline are exactly the most unacceptable situation for General Gale and the "Hammer of Purgatory" division——

——After all, the excellence of the "Hammer of Purgatory" is precisely their strict organization that is different from ordinary orc armies.

However, after listening to Master Saki's judgment, General Gullit Gale remained motionless, and his burly body became more and more like a hard igneous rock under the reflection of the crimson flames.

The adjutant gritted his teeth and continued to report the remaining casualties to the general:

"The shaman's side suffered heavy losses. Many respected shamans did not retreat immediately and insisted on staying in the camp to rescue the wounded, so..."

The officers of the "Hammer of Purgatory" looked sad.

The enemy's uninterrupted incendiary bombing targets several large camps in the center of the valley. The shamans who chose to retreat last and stay in the dangerous situation to rescue the wounded will definitely be the group that suffered the heaviest losses in the subsequent incendiary air strikes. ;

But at this moment, which "Hammer of Purgatory" officer dares to criticize the choice of these shaman priests?
If the shaman of the orc clan didn't regard the life of every son and daughter of the God of War as a treasure, then how could they accept the blessing of the great God of War?

On the contrary, Master Saki, the leader of the shaman, leaned on crutches and said calmly:

"The remaining shamans can continue to fight without worry."

The orc officers cast respectful and grateful eyes on the old shaman, but looking directly at the fire, his lonely back seemed to be a little more sad.

The adjutant went on to report:
"The most serious loss occurred in the loss of materials... As you can see, although most of our soldiers retreated to this safe area in time, a large amount of materials, tents, and livestock carried by the division were abandoned on the scene of the fire middle……"

One officer said:

"However, this valley is so big, there should be only a small number of materials that were actually affected by the enemy's bombing. When the enemy's air strikes stop and the fire weakens, we should still be able to rescue some of the materials."

The adjutant nodded and said with difficulty:

"However, Master Commander, what we have suffered the most is actually heavy weapons... As you know, the 'Flesh and Flesh' chariot and some other weapons and equipment are stored in the South Camp, and The enemy’s bombing seems to have eyes, and they attacked the Nantai Camp first in the first round of air strikes... Now it seems that our tanks should have been burned.”

"The chariot has been burned!" An orc officer cried out, his rough voice, under excessive horror, became the sharpness characteristic of a little girl when she met a mouse, "That! Then...then how should we attack after crossing the river? city?"

"The matter of siege can only be planned in the future..." the adjutant of the division smiled wryly, "Even, please pay attention, our artisan team that can use siege weapons has already collapsed!"

The officers were taken aback when they heard the words, and quickly looked around.

Sure enough, among the group of orc soldiers resting at the foot of the mountain, there are very few alien craftsmen such as trolls, dwarves, and sub-orcs—this group of foreign aid cannot have the steel-like discipline of orc soldiers. , the guts were frightened and half pulled, and they collapsed and ran away.

"About the enemy on the other side..." General Gale, who was silent for a long time and still turned his back to the generals, finally asked slowly, "...do you have any information?"

"No." The adjutant gritted his teeth, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, "The attack was so sudden that we hardly knew anything about the bombers on the west side of the mountain...but I have already sent scouts to the top of the west mountain to scout, and I am still waiting for them in return. But..."

The adjutant pondered for a moment, then said: "...According to my guess, there should be humans on the west side of the mountain."

"It's human beings." General Gale sighed quietly, "Except for their 'Cromwell Annihilator', who else on the mainland can shoot projectiles so far?"

"Human?!" The orc officers immediately exploded, "What kind of human army can sneak attack us in this wasteland? The Eastern Army? The Southern Army?"

"I don't know..." the adjutant gritted his teeth, "The incendiary bombs they threw are not like any human equipment we have seen before, they are terribly powerful! There is also the magic bombing at the beginning, which is completely incomprehensible Mind! Moreover, the Eastern Army is in the Eastern Region, and the Southern Army is on the defense line of the Arcane Spire. How did the human army emerge in this soul-breaking land?!"

No orc can answer these questions.

Seeing that General Gale Feng was still silent, the adjutant had no choice but to bite the bullet and conclude:
"...In short, Master Division Chief, the situation is like this, our casualties are very serious..."

Actually, in order to stabilize the morale of the army, the adjutant deliberately kept his eyes open and didn't say:
The thousand wolf cavalry who were sent to the north to raid the enemy's position by bypassing the mountains before have not reported any return, and the enemy's bombing has not stopped for a moment, and it does not look like the shooting position has been attacked by the wolf cavalry...

But according to the time calculation, the lightning-fast wolf cavalry should have arrived at their destination by now and started killing in the human camp...

Thinking of this, the adjutant of the "Hammer of Purgatory" division felt a haze covering his heart.

After the adjutant's report was completed, the temporary command post on the slope fell silent, except for anxious whispers, which occasionally sounded among the "Hammer of Purgatory" officers.

It seemed that after a long time, General Gullit Gale opened his mouth and said:

"So, everyone, we need to come up with an idea... What should we do now? Should we lead our army up the slope to the west, cross this mountain range, and deal a heavy blow to the humans on the west side of the valley, or retreat to the east first?"

Facing this critical decision, the orc officers remained silent for a while.

Only the adjutant of the division suddenly realized that General Gale also didn't mention the thousand wolf cavalry sent to the north before—probably, in the face of this group of mysterious and powerful enemies to the west, even the experienced division Growing up, I have already prepared for the worst in my heart.

The collective silence of the orc officers could not solve the problem.

Because every passing minute and every second may consume the lives of the orc soldiers, as well as a slight chance of victory.

In the end, a brigade leader suddenly stood up and said sharply:

"Lord Liefeng! Let's attack! The back slope of the entire mountain is a safe zone from air raids! As long as we can climb to the top of the mountain to the west, we can gain an absolute advantage in height! Regardless of whether the southern army is on the west side of the mountain Or the Eastern Army, the 'Hammer of Purgatory' rushing down the mountain, can crush this group of human bastards into powder like a real hammer!"

Another orc officer known for his bravery echoed:
"That's right, Master Division Commander, our division must fight back! After being attacked suddenly, if we just swallow our breath and retreat, what will happen to the morale and morale of the army?! Our heroic soldiers must use the enemy's Blood washes away shame!"

There are also staff members who nodded in deep thought:

"Yeah, if we retreat, we have to find a way to bypass the burning zone in the east. It's not easy! Besides, who can guarantee that there will be no casualties during the retreat? Lord Gale... just don't do anything and keep going. Attack from the west..."

However, there were also some experienced orc officers who frowned and retorted:
"However, we don't even know anything about the enemy's situation in the west. How can we rush over like this? Besides, even if we can climb the mountain, we will inevitably be bombed by the enemy in the process of charging down the mountain. Cover! The lives of the people of the God of War are not squandered like this! The task of our division is not to kill the enemy on the other side of the mountain to take revenge, but to cross the Lion Heart River to the north! Now that the division has been damaged, If you don't want to find a way to preserve your strength, what can you do here!"

Master Saki also frowned, slowly shook his head and said:

"The children of today, if they continue to fight, there will definitely be more casualties..."

Seeing the "offensive faction" and the "retreat faction" confronting each other, some officers also tried to make peace:
"...How about we wait in this safe zone first, let the humans on the other side of the mountain deplete their ammunition reserves, and then make a decision?"

After arguing for a while, all the orc officers silently agreed.

All eyes were on the only orc who could make a decision at this moment—General Gullit Gale.

The old orc general looked up at the desolate sky and sighed, but he didn't make a rash decision.

The entire slope fell into silence again, only the shaman's requiem tune and the cry of the orc warriors at the foot of the west mountain seemed to come from a very far away place.

In the end, it was the two pieces of news from the messenger that prompted General Gullit Gale to make up his mind.

The first news is that none of the orc scouts sent to the west mountain to scout the enemy's situation reported back on time, and I'm afraid something has happened—but the orc soldiers didn't find any enemies in the field of vision or on the slopes of the west mountain The traces of the scouts sent by the division disappeared in such a strange way;
The second news is that a thousand wolf cavalry have been wiped out by a group of mysterious infantry.

——This news was brought by the only delirious wolf cavalry who was lucky enough to escape back to the valley.

After receiving these two pieces of news, every "Hammer of Purgatory" officer's heart felt a bit cold.

And General Gullit Gale, listening to the spiritual songs of the shamans, was silent for 2 minutes before trembling and gritting his teeth:
"We... retreat."

(End of this chapter)