Imperial Crown.

Chapter 338 The wolf is coming

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"What, what's going on?"

Not to mention that Faraday could not have imagined that the left wing led by Fowler would collapse.

Weisdon himself didn't expect this.

In fact, he has been in a daze until now.

The story begins at the beginning of the battle.

At that time, Visdon had no idea of ​​the outcome of his battle.

Even when he was leaving the camp, he was still a little nervous.

Like Lancha, Vesdon was also ordered to hold his ground.

However, the strategy he adopted was different from Lancha's.

No traps were dug on the ground in advance, nor were antlers built. The army was formed against the wall of the village.

It’s not that I haven’t had all kinds of fantastic ideas.

For example, dig a tunnel to the rear of the opposite side, and then send out surprise troops to attack from the front and back; for example, find some beautiful women and use a beauty trap in front of the battle line; or be more insidious and let the local recruited serfs serve as meat shields.

But he rejected all of them.

As for tunnels, not to mention how long it would take to dig them, or whether the war would be over after they were dug through, the depth alone was a big problem.

It has just rained continuously and heavily. If we dig too shallowly, there might be a landslide. If we dig too deep, what if groundwater comes out?
It is difficult to find beautiful women, but there are quite a few village women. They are all big and strong, no worse than men. It is hard to say whether they can arouse sexual interest in people.

Besides, even if all the women were asked to take off all their clothes on the battlefield, who would go to watch?
The last one actually seems to be the most feasible to Weisdon.

But Linden expressed his approval.

Visdon had no experience in commanding large troops, so Raven assigned him two deputies, Simon and Linden.

If Simon had agreed, Weston would have definitely carried it out; but it was Linden who agreed.

Weisdon didn't have the ability to see through people's hearts, so he was not sure whether Linden was loyal, and he didn't need to judge the other party's loyalty.

He only grasped one key point.

If Linden was really that capable, how could he have been taken down the Wall of Sighs so easily?
Therefore, Weisdon would not listen to anything he said or any advice he gave.

So how can I command the Second Legion of the Eagle Army?

It's very simple, just leave it to Simon - Simon can handle every situation he can handle anyway.

If Simon can't handle the situation, he can't handle it either.

"Ah~~~~"

Weisdon yawned in boredom.

He just needed to stand back, listen to the sound of crossbows fired from the shooting tower in the camp above his head, and watch the battle line become deadlocked there.

Anyway, the battlefield contact surface is narrow and can accommodate no more than 1200 people at the same time.

With the same number and similar equipment, the Eagle Army may not be able to win quickly, but it will never suffer a loss.

For a moment, his thoughts were even a little vague, and he missed his mother a little.

I don’t know how she is doing now, whether there is any “mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflict” between her and Nancy, or whether she is praying for herself.

"Master Vesdon, Lord Vesdon!" Linden's anxious face appeared in front of Vesdon.

Weisdong was startled: "What happened? Are the Eivor people coming to attack us?"

"No, no!" Linden said quickly, "It's their army that's been defeated!"

I looked up and saw that it was true.

At the place where the two counties were fighting, Eivor's army was retreating in small numbers, leaving behind a field of blood and corpses.

Linden said: "This is a rare opportunity, please give the order to pursue immediately!"

Weisdon had originally thought of this, but now he hesitated after hearing this:

"…What about Simon? What did he say?"

Simon is now commanding the battle at the front.

"It was Knight Simon who sent someone back to ask you whether we should pursue and attack!" Linden said hurriedly.

"hiss……"

Weisdong took a deep breath and became conflicted.

Simon and Linden actually have the same opinion. So who should I listen to this time?

Throw a shoe?
Seeing that Weston was hesitant, Linden couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.

In fact, being assigned to work under Visdon already made him unhappy enough - he was a viscount, experienced and qualified to lead a legion alone.

Now he is asked to assist a guy like Visdon who doesn't even have a title!

With his slicked-back hair and powdered face and fair and delicate skin, how could he look like a warrior at all?
Moreover, after entering the battlefield, he didn't feel nervous at all and was about to fall asleep. What qualifications does such a person have to lead an army? Is it just because he is Raven's younger brother?
That’s all fine. Life is not easy for surrenderers, and Linden himself was prepared for it. It’s normal that he is not trusted.

But now, Weisdon had to watch this opportunity slip away!
During this period of time, Faraday and Palmer's exploitation of the Iron Birch District did not spare Linden's family. The family's treasury was almost emptied, and his wife and daughter were almost insulted in public by Faraday's lackeys!
It was a close call, but the rumors that spread around dealt a heavy blow to his dignity as a man.

He wants revenge on Faraday!

He gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee with a plop: "Lord Weisdong, I know you don't trust me, but this kind of fighter cannot be let go!"

"Please give the order to pursue immediately!"

"If the battle is not successful, I am willing to pay with my life!"

Weisdon was a little confused for a moment, as he had never seen such a situation before.

It doesn't look like Linden is going to lie.

But what Weston didn't believe in was not his character, but his IQ.

Seeing him swearing on his life at every turn, Weisdong's impression was further confirmed, so he thought for a moment and helped the man up:

"Lord Linden, it's not that I don't trust you, otherwise I wouldn't have you by my side giving me advice."

This statement makes sense. If Linden really has second thoughts, then taking off Weston's head now is the best option.

The fact that he was able to come to Weisdon's side showed that he was fully trusted.

"Then, Lord Weston, why are you still hesitating?" Linden asked.

"My elder brother gave me the task of guarding this place strictly. There can be no mistakes." Weisdong made up a reason: "And look."

He pointed at the battlefield and said, "It's only been less than half an hour and the enemy has already been defeated. This is totally unreasonable."

"When I was on Bloody Hill, even when I was facing an extreme disadvantage, with a 10-fold difference in troop strength, I was not defeated so quickly."

"there is only one truth!"

"That's the enemy commander, he deliberately pretended to be defeated to lure us deeper!"

Linden was convinced for a moment and nodded slowly.

But immediately I felt something was wrong.

This is a vast plain, and the enemy has no place to hide their ambushes. What's the point of feigning defeat at this time?

As soon as I reacted, I found that the other party had regrouped their team, so I had to swallow all my questions.

at the same time.

Viscount Fowler, the commander of the left wing of the Eivor Army, frowned and muttered:

"What exactly went wrong?"

As an outstanding graduate of the National Military Academy of the Kingdom of Fitun, Fowler fits the traditional image of a leader.

He is just 40 years old this year. His hair is very smooth and his beard is shaved just right. His square face has sharp eyebrows and strong facial features, which makes him look very tough.

And his frowning brows made him look calm and wise.

"Could it be that the other party has seen through my plan?"

"impossible!"

He had already made arrangements. After half an hour of fighting, he pretended to be defeated and retreated, so as to lure the Eagle Army to leave the camp and launch a pursuit.

This should have been a foolproof strategy.

Because even Fowler himself had to admit that the quality and combat effectiveness of the Eagle Army far exceeded that of his own soldiers.

As for his plan of feigning defeat, he only told the commander of the legion at the front. The soldiers knew nothing about it, so there was no possibility of the other side seeing the flaw.

If he were the enemy commander, he would definitely rely on the Eagle Army's strong strength to chase and kill them. Even if there was an ambush, he could retreat immediately.

The reason why Fowler wanted the army in front to pretend to be defeated was because he had a carefully organized group of Warcraft troops under his command.

There are 144 in total, all of which are level 1 monsters called "Rock-skinned Dry-horned Ox".

Although this monster's name contains the word "cow" and it looks like a cow, it is not very big. It is only about 1 meter tall at the shoulder. Its body is covered with solid stone armor, and the two sharp horns on its head look like burnt branches.

They are also relatively docile in temperament, which is why they can be tamed and raised on a large scale.

Due to their physique, although they are extremely powerful, they cannot be used as mounts and are generally used to pull carts and mine. Fowler is more interested in their only innate magic - Boulder Assault.

It is to awaken the earth element in the earth and create a huge rock that suddenly explodes from the ground.

One piece alone is nothing, maybe it can only kill or injure a few Eagle Army soldiers, but 144 of them connected together is another matter.

They could fully take advantage of the Eagle Army's pursuit and use this innate magic to erect a stone wall to split the Eagle Army's formation, then rush forward and devour all the Eagle Army that were blocked by the rocks.

Unexpectedly, the other party didn't fall for it at all and turned a blind eye to this great opportunity!
"I underestimated my opponent." Fowler sighed, "I didn't expect that Raven's subordinates actually have experts who can compete with me in tactics!"

But immediately, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again.

Fowler had another good idea.

The opponent will never expect this next move!
"Pass the order down, organize another attack, hold out a little longer this time, and then feign defeat and come back."

"Let the supervisory team act more realistically. If it doesn't work, kill more serfs and draw more blood!"

Fowler was full of confidence.

The opponent's commander was obviously an extremely smart man, possibly even the smartest one in Raven's camp, so it was obvious that he was faking defeat the first time.

The opposing commander who saw that Fowler was faking defeat would certainly be amazed at Fowler's cleverness!

He was going to take advantage of that.

A smart person will not use the same tactic twice, especially if it failed the first time.

So the second defeat must be real.

This tactic will definitely work!
After 1 hours.

"Lord Fowler, the enemy still did not pursue us this time..." the messenger reported.

"Nonsense, I know!"

Fowler had been staring at the front line for an hour and his eyes were dry. How could he not see it?

Many doubts came to my mind.

What is going on? Is there a traitor in my army who told the other side that I had ambushed the monsters in advance?

But only his true confidants knew about this matter.

His territory is separated from the Nord Province by mountains, so there is no possibility of any contact between them!
There is only one conclusion - the opposing coach must be a genius among geniuses!

Only in this way can one smell a hint of unnaturalness, see one's own plan, and think of the third level of logic.

Since strategies are useless, we can only rely on our hard power!
Fowler took a deep breath:

"Pass the order, all the troops, charge! Even if we have to squeeze them, we must crush them to death!"

This is the situation Fowler least wants to see.

He has already assessed the combat effectiveness of the Eagle Army. If his soldiers were to fight the enemy head-on, it would take more than one day to decide the outcome.

Moreover, the narrow battlefield left him no room to use any other tactics except feigning defeat.

It can only become a stupid battle!

For the next period of time, the military intelligence reported back was also unremarkable. The most common complaint was from the legion commanders at the front - their men had suffered too many casualties.

In response, Fowler simply urged the other side to step up their fight.

He himself had no solution.

Who made the enemy have the camp behind them and the crossbowmen to back them up, while all their long-range troops were transferred away?

What's more, the Eagle Army's combat effectiveness is there.

The sun rose to the middle of the sky and it was noon.

A series of anxious footsteps were heard, and the messenger rushed to the stage and shouted: "Sir, urgent military information, the front line has collapsed!"

"Okay!" Fowler suddenly became energetic: "Now immediately open up the distance in front and implement the established tactics!"

Got no response.

Fowler also calmed down, and suddenly thought of——

I don’t seem to have arranged for a third fake defeat?

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he asked hurriedly:
"what happened?"

The messenger said: "The enemy's firing tower suddenly increased its firepower by nearly double. The commander of the 7th Legion, who was leading the charge, was unable to react in time and was shot and killed on the spot... Under the huge loss, they collapsed!"

Fowler thought of many things, but he forgot about morale.

Even if it was a fake defeat, for those frontline soldiers, the death of their comrades around them was real.

Every retreat would cause their morale to drop significantly.

What's more, now that the commander has died in battle and the dense crossbow arrows are shooting down them one after another?

Faced with this situation, even Weisdon was a little confused.

Indeed, the crossbowmen transferred from Lancha strengthened the long-range force of the camp, but the opponent's collapse was too sudden!
He hasn't given the order to pursue yet!

In fact, when the opponent was defeated for the second time, facing Linden's constant persuasion, Weston was already a little overwhelmed.

Seeing the opponent's third defeat, Weisdon was still pondering his words when Simon led the team to charge forward.

However, Weisdon did not intend to order a stop.

The real defeat cannot be covered up.

Looking at the rushing posture of those Eivor soldiers, their actions of throwing away their weapons and armor, and their panic in not hesitating to attack their own army formation, it is simply impossible to act it out.

"Could it be that... the opponent was really faking defeat the previous two times?" Weisdon murmured.

"Lord Weisdon, what did you say?" Linden didn't hear clearly.

"Don't leave Knight Simon alone." Weisdong came back to his senses:

"Pass my order, the whole army will attack!"

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After listening to the report from the messenger, Marquis Faraday's expression was even more interesting than a monkey's butt.

He wished he could fly to the front line and slap Fowler hard!

The terrain outside the camp is so narrow, why are you trying to play tricks on others? Can't you just fight your way through?
Not to mention that he has a legion of Warcraft under his command. If they organize themselves to charge, can't they release their innate magic?
If I had known this would happen, I should have transferred the Warcraft army to my own side. A head-on attack on the enemy's center would have been helpful!

While complaining in his heart, Marquis Faraday saw Palmer begin to silently take off his armor with the help of his personal soldiers.

"What do you mean, Lord Palmer?"

"It's just a slight disadvantage on the flank, are you going to run away?"

Palmer glanced at Farah for the first time.

Faraday immediately swallowed back the next more unpleasant words. This was the first time he saw this kind of look in Palmer's eyes.

Cold, harsh, and full of determination.

"The two wings are wavering, the center is in a stalemate, the situation is already unfavorable to us."

Palmer said slowly: "If we continue to drag it out until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, with today's defeat, it will be even more difficult to fight on both wings."

"What's worse is that once the right wing can no longer hold on and completely collapses, the freed Wind King will cause the left wing to truly collapse as well."

"Fortunately, Raven has almost finished handing over all his cards."

"So, our best option now is to mobilize the entire army and defeat Raven's central army, thus securing victory in one fell swoop!"

As he spoke, Palmer had already taken off his full body armor and put on a dark blue wizard robe with fluttering sleeves and constantly flashing magical light.

A skinny leopard appeared from nowhere, and Palmer climbed on it and stroked its head.

"You!" Seeing Palmer's expression, Marquis Faraday's eyes were filled with uncontrollable surprise: "You are actually a magician?!"

Palmer took out a gorgeous crimson metal staff and held it in his hand:
"You don't know, and Raven certainly doesn't know either."

"I myself am the final trump card."

Faraday still couldn't get over the shock in his heart.

Palmer is 52 years old this year. Due to premature aging, he was not favored by anyone for most of his life before inheriting the title, and he was always ridiculed and despised.

Faraday himself mocked Palmer's weakness.

Although he didn't know much about magicians, Faraday knew that only level 3 magicians were qualified to contract a magical pet.

And the leopard under Palmer's crotch is obviously not an ordinary monster!
He is at least at level three!
He possesses the lofty status of a magician, but is able to bear the label of waste and endure decades of ridicule and contempt.

Faraday was horrified by this forbearance and cunningness.

At the same time, he felt somewhat fortunate - fortunately Palmer was on his side!
"Pass on my military order. Send the entire army, including the reserve!"

Lord Palmer mobilizes his Gray Panther:
"Let's go, Lord Faraday."

"Let's end this war!"

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(End of this chapter)