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If the inner city cannot be defended, few of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the city will survive.

Orcs are a savage race who often massacre cities after they have conquered them.

Although they have restrained themselves somewhat in recent years, who can guarantee that they can still remain rational after suffering such heavy casualties?

They simply couldn't imagine what would happen if the bloodthirsty and brutal genes in these orcs were activated.

They can die gloriously in battle, but the elderly, the weak, women and children are innocent.

Aesop saw that morale was showing a tendency to collapse, so he quickly rushed among the troops and called on them to fight to the end.

"Warriors, our homes and loved ones are behind us. If we lose the war, our homes will become a paradise for bandits, and our loved ones will fall under the butcher's knife!"

"We must keep fighting until we win!"

"The 300,000 reinforcements from the Kingdom of Oro and His Majesty Roland are almost here. Please hold on!"

Aesop had no idea where the reinforcements were, but that was all he could say.

You can't say he doesn't know either.

Morale has recovered a little, not much, but enough.

At least the army's structure and organization have not collapsed and it still maintains full combat effectiveness.

The fierce battle lasted all night, and just when the Hansa army was about to collapse, the orc army retreated like a tide.

Aesop stood on the top of the city wall, looking at the retreating orc army in confusion.

Are these damn orcs really retreating or are they just trying to lure the enemy back?

Volume 226: City of Freedom: Chapter : Consider the Overall Situation

The orcs are really retreating, they are not pretending.

Watching the orc army pack up the camp, burn the supplies that could not be taken away, and evacuate in an orderly manner, Aesop finally became convinced of this.

He didn't know that the orcs' hometown had been raided.

Tiger and the chiefs of each tribe received the bad news one after another and had to retreat.

Roland led 5,000 elite troops to bypass the Gobi Desert and grassland, covering a distance of thousands of miles, and relied on the food they carried with them and the trees they planted to reach the orcs' territory.

When the surprise attack force appeared on the Polo River Plain under the cover of night, the outcome of the war was already determined.

The combat effectiveness of the five thousand Elf Guards and Druid warriors is absolutely incomparable to that of the old, weak, women and children of the Orcs.

Although there were tens of thousands of orc troops left behind, they were scattered among several tribes. There was no effective communication between them, and they even had to be on guard against each other.

Roland ordered his soldiers to disguise themselves as orcs from different tribes and attack each other, moving the few tens of thousands of defenders back and forth. They were exhausted and eventually wiped out in the field battle.

What followed was an operation codenamed "Wildfire" to eradicate the problem.

Wildfires cannot burn all the weeds, but they can burn out defenseless tribes.

When these desperate tribes sent people for help, they had no idea that this was also part of Roland's plan.

With the elven archers here, if Roland doesn't want the news to get out, these orcs will never be able to get out of the grassland.

They rushed forward, brought valuable "news" to the front line, and successfully divided and disintegrated the orc tribes.

Some tribes believed that their homes had been ambushed and it was too late to return for help. It would be better to first capture the crumbling Hansa City, leave the main force to defend, force back the Oro Kingdom army, and then return for help.

Some people also believe that no matter whether it is too late or not, home cannot be abandoned and rescue must be given priority.

Some people also think that they can negotiate with the Kingdom of Oro and leave after reaching a consensus.

Amidst all the noise, Tiger's brain was also confused.

His blood almost froze. His intuition told him that the way back to the rescue was not easy. This carefully planned sneak attack was definitely not simple, and the mysterious enemy would not be satisfied with just plundering supplies and people and leaving.

This is aimed at destroying them.

The most sensible choice, of course, was to conceal the news, drive the soldiers to attack the city overnight, and capture Hansa City in the shortest time possible.

Although the vanguard troops of the Oro Kingdom are elite, their numbers are small. As long as 30,000 to 50,000 people are allocated, they can be tied down on the western front.

The Hansa city on the southern front will definitely not last more than three days.

If we spare no expense, we may be able to capture it in a day or two.

But what about the enemies wreaking havoc in my hometown?

According to the report, these people were not good people at all. Their identities were mysterious, they wore masks and killed anyone they saw, and burned down all the houses, tents, granaries, cattle and sheep pens.

This was not plunder at all, not even like massacre, but pure destruction.

While Tiger was hesitating, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the news had already spread within the army.

Apparently, someone couldn't wait for him to make a decision and had already made it.

Spread the news and force him to make a hasty decision.

Tiger's expression was very ugly, but he knew he had no choice.

When the news of their hometown being destroyed spread, the army lost the will to fight, and even if they insisted on attacking, it would be fruitless.

"Return to the teacher!"

Tiger gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat.

In war, attacking is difficult, but retreating is equally difficult.

How to maintain the army's appearance and formation during retreat and how to stop the pursuing troops are both severe tests for the commander-in-chief.

But Tiger didn't have to worry about it, because the orc coalition simply dispersed.

The Polo River Plain is a geographical concept. In fact, these orc tribes are distributed on the vast plains. They live by water and grass and keep a subtle distance from each other.

The distance of at least a hundred miles allowed them to somewhat let go of their fear of their own kind, but it also made it difficult for them to support each other.

They never thought that someone could launch a surprise attack from the west across thousands of miles.

After all, there is a vast desert like the Sea of ​​Death that stretches for nearly a thousand kilometers.

In such a place where life has become extinct, top-level warriors can certainly move freely through it, but it is almost impossible for an entire army to cross it.

Tiger couldn't figure out where these people came from.

Of course, he didn't know that the elves and druids were able to force breadfruit trees to grow in the rocky Gobi Desert as a supply.

The power of magic is beyond imagination.

The retreat was a disastrous disaster.

The days of siege gave the Oro Kingdom army an opportunity to arrive.

When Tiger led his army to retreat, the 150,000-strong army of the Oro Kingdom just arrived.

They didn't even have time to rest and rushed into the battle impatiently.

Tiger was shocked to find that these humans were even more bloodthirsty and warlike than the orcs.

Are these guys crazy?

He had no place to complain, for the Oro were indeed behaving like crazy.

He didn't know that the more than 300,000 orc troops were all merits in the eyes of the Oro people, double merits!

They quickly defeated the tens of thousands of orcs in the rear, and then stabbed into the anus of the orc army like a red-hot iron spear.

Tiger painfully discovered that the leader of the Oro people was the new queen. Under the queen's encouragement, they had amazing fighting power, unified organization, high morale, and they rushed to show their bravery.

The scattered orc coalition forces became their target for harvesting honors and military exploits.

At this time, the number of orc coalition forces is twice that of the Oro people. If they can unite as one, the outcome is uncertain.

But like most coalitions in history, the word coalition itself is full of dark humor.

When the wind is favorable, everyone is a brother; when the wind is unfavorable, everyone is an enemy.

In order to compete for the best escape route, some tribes even had friction and raised swords and guns against each other.

When the night faded and the morning light illuminated the earth, Tiger discovered in despair that the orc coalition had been divided into more than a dozen parts and had lost unified command.

They are fighting on their own, some managed to "break through" by chance, while others are still fighting hard.

Tiger had no time to distinguish whether these tribes that had successfully broken through were truly brave and good at fighting or whether the Oro people were deliberately letting them go. He made the right choice.

Don’t let your ally die if you do so.

He no longer took the initiative to cover the coalition forces, but led the wolf cavalry to leave the battlefield first.

He retreated northward while gathering the remaining enemies.

"Attack, the whole army attacks northward!"

Tiger issued the order through gritted teeth.

The Hansa city is in the south, the Oro army is in the west, the Kingdom of Gracia is in the east, and the only place in the north is the base camp.

The so-called attack to the north was just a euphemism for retreat.

Attacking in a direction away from the battlefield is, of course, a retreat.

The orc soldiers are basically illiterate and a little dull, but they are definitely not fools.

Who would attack the enemy with their butt facing away?

This is clearly a shameful retreat.

Since the clan leaders and chiefs are all running away, there is no need for these poor people to continue working for them.

I don't know which clever kid discovered that as long as they stayed away from these masters who were obvious targets, they would not be hunted down by the main force of the human race.

One orc left the team, two orcs left the team, and more and more orcs left the team.

This time it was not the clan leader and officers who abandoned their people, but the clan members who quietly abandoned them.

If the patriarch dies, a new one can be elected, but if one dies, he is really dead.

Orcs are brave and good at fighting, but they are also very agile.

Once an army is defeated, it is like a group of pigs, or even easier to catch than pigs.

After all, 300,000 pigs will not surrender as a whole, nor will they use their compatriots as a shield to escape.

Lily, who led the army to the battlefield, keenly observed the situation on the battlefield and made decisions that all the generals thought were wise.

Except for the main force which maintained a division-level structure, all other troops were disbanded and pursued the scattered enemy in regiment units.

The direction of their attack was simple, they would chase the enemies wherever they were and not give them a chance to breathe.

After all, there are a lot of orcs, and it will be a tough battle once we let them recover.

Lily herself led more than 30,000 people all the way north, chasing the main force of the orcs where Tiger was.

Tiger was so angry that he turned around to fight back, but found that only he and a few of his close associates turned around.

Most of the tribesmen ran even faster when they saw a fool taking the initiative to cover the rear.

Tiger was not a fool. When he realized that the situation was not right, he gave up the battle and continued to flee.

This is the whole process of the orc army's attack to the north.

The struggle was intense, the road was long, and the pursuers loved it.

Tiger did not finish walking this road full of corpses and blood. A lucky Oro archer shot him in the head.

The famous commander-in-chief of the orc coalition died in a patch of weeds only three hundred miles away from the tribe.

Horse hooves and boots kept trampling over him, and he was trampled beyond recognition until he was found three days later. If it weren't for his clothes and sword as tokens, people would not even have recognized this unfortunate guy.

This war broke the backbone of the Baltic Orcs.

In the following month, the Oro army swept across the Polo River Plain like locusts.

They killed anyone they saw, took anything they saw, and burned anything they couldn't take away.

The attack was so ruthless and the movements were so fast that even Roland was shocked.

After more than a month of sweeping and clearing, there was no trace of orcs left on the Polo River Plain. They either fled or became fertile land with their corpses. There was no third possibility.

The Elven Guards and Druids planted large tracts of protective forests in the north where the plains meet the mountains.

These shelterbelts can not only protect against the biting cold winds from the northern mountain passes, but also block the orcs and nomads from moving south.