My villain wants to save himself, but the yandere heroine disagrees

In addition, Louis is far inferior to his father in terms of being a human being.

At least, his father would not humble himself in front of a duke.

After all, the Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce is the largest chamber of commerce in the empire, with business operations throughout the country. It can be said to be an artery of the empire's economy. Its contribution to the empire is no less than that of these dukes. However, Louis naturally feels that merchants are inferior to nobles. Therefore, when chatting with Giovanni, he always acts inferior from time to time.

Giovanni liked Louis like this, because only in this way could he control Louis and then control the entire Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce, and thus control the economy of the empire.

But he didn't expect that before he could control the economy of the empire, the economy of his own territory ran into problems.

He originally wanted to take advantage of this situation and go to the imperial city to sue Lucius in front of the emperor, but Lucius happened to be assassinated, which made him very depressed.

……

At night, in the front-line headquarters, Orson sat at Carlisle's desk, reviewing the battle reports sent from the front.

Lit was standing right behind him, fulfilling his duties as an adjutant.

"Lite, where are your military theory classes going?" Orson was looking through the battle reports and was feeling a little bored, so he started chatting with Litt.

"Uh... we have only covered half of the first year's content, and it's mostly theoretical content, with almost no practical explanations."

"Is that so..." Orson nodded.

Compared to himself, Li Te really has no experience at all.

Moreover, in the original book, Leeteuk had no experience in leading troops in battle.

Although magic exists in this world, there are not enough magicians after all. Moreover, the so-called magic is not that deadly when it comes to the battlefield.

There are indeed magicians who can summon a meteorite to fall and change the situation on the battlefield, but this only exists in legends. The reality is that magicians can only release killing magic such as fireballs and lightning spears on the battlefield, and some magic cannot even penetrate armor.

Even a high-level magician can only expand the killing range of magic a little, so that one can defeat a hundred or a thousand at a time. This is based on the assumption that the enemies are all low-level cannon fodder.

Just like physical strength, magic power can be easily used up.

Therefore, in war, the number of soldiers can often directly reflect the ratio of the combat effectiveness of the two sides.

"In that case, Litt, why don't you learn from me for a while." As he said this, Orson handed all the battle reports to Litt.

"I have read all of these. Take a look and see what you can analyze from them."

"Okay." Li Te nodded, took the battle report and started reading it.

Then, her brows furrowed.

Some of the battle reports here were not written by the stationed troops, but were feedback sent back by the troops in the rear who were unable to contact the troops in the front.

In other words, the troops in the front had been completely wiped out by the orcs, and not even a single person returned alive.

Orson turned around and looked at Litt's expression. He was quite satisfied with Litt's reaction.

"It looks like you know, Lit?"

"Hmm..." Li Te nodded. "We have completely lost contact with several cities. When the scouts in the rear reported back, they could already see the orc vanguard. So, several cities on the front line have already fallen?"

"Yes." Orson was satisfied with Lit's ability to sort out the information. "It seems that you understand it, Lit."

Then Orson brought over the map.

"According to intelligence, these are the cities that were lost, and the battle report from the front estimated the number of orcs to be around 100,000."

"In this case, Lit, how do you think we can retake these five cities?"

"..." Upon hearing this, Li Te fell silent.

Generally speaking, the fighting power of orcs is indeed stronger than that of humans. When the numbers are equal and they are on the offensive, it is extremely difficult for humans to defeat orcs.

"I... don't know." Lit shook his head.

"It's okay." Orson smiled. "There's a lot of information you don't know yet, so this is normal."

As he said this, Orson pointed to a location on the map.

"If we want to retake the city, we need to inflict massive casualties on the enemy's manpower, so that the enemy feels that the loss is too great and has no choice but to retreat. This is the best method."

"It doesn't mean that we must counterattack or attack the city. This approach is actually the most irrational."

"But...how can we kill the enemy?"

"This is what I'm going to tell you next..."

Chapter 5.1: The Prototype of War Criminals (K)

After capturing several small towns on the border, the orcs obtained relatively sufficient supplies. These supplies, which were originally prepared for human soldiers to defend the city, suddenly all went into the pockets of the orc army.

In a captured human city, the commander-in-chief of the Orc Tribe Alliance, Orc United Chief Baru, sat in the office.

The battle reports from the front were very encouraging. The human side seemed to have considerable contradictions within itself, with many troops unwilling to follow the orders of their commanders. In addition, Lucius, the nightmare of the orcs in the last war, had now fallen, and the morale of the orcs was unprecedentedly high.

The Orc Alliance has now captured many villages and towns.

The farmland warehouses in these villages and towns were storing grain that had not been transported away after the autumn harvest. Although the output of this grain was not large, it was enough to cover the expenses of the front-line troops for half a year.

The logistical problems that were quite tense at the beginning of the campaign are now gradually improving with this method of fighting to support the war.

Next, every time the orc army captured a town, the looted supplies could be transported to the rear to the women and children in the tribe. After all, they represented the future of the orcs.

As the troops went deeper and deeper into the empire, the resistance they encountered gradually increased. This was all within Baru's expectations. In fact, the progress made now had already made Baru overjoyed.

Looking at the map that was originally used to guard against orcs, Baru's gaze was directed to the large city east of Antica City, which was also the location of the Imperial Army's front-line command headquarters, Phoenix City.

As long as they can capture that place, they will be able to obtain enough supplies. Then, before the human army arrives to encircle and suppress them, they can retreat to the depths of the desert with the supplies. In this way, the lives of the tribesmen in the rear will be comfortable for a while.

You know, during this period of time, in order to plan their own revenge plans, almost all the orcs who did not participate in the battle in the rear tightened their belts and saved food to supply the front-line war.

Baru only felt gratitude towards these people.

……

In a village in the orc-controlled area, at this moment, a group of orc troops of about 200 people are resting in the village.

As if to celebrate the victory of the battle, these orcs specially set up wood and lit a big bonfire in the square in the center of the village. They planned to spend the night around the bonfire.

Next to the fire, several humans were tied there, and there was a look of despair on their faces.

Some of these people are elderly people who have difficulty walking and are unable to evacuate, and some are young men and women who stay to take care of the elderly.

The orc squad prepared to burn these people to death in memory of their ancestors who died in the previous war.

As the fire burned fiercely, the leader of the orc team came to the human captives. He glanced at the crowd and squatted next to a village girl.

"Gu...kill me." The village girl said this, feeling very uncomfortable being stared at by the orcs.

"It's okay, you will be the first to die." The orc leader said in broken common language.

He had just scanned the prisoners, just to find the one he hated the most and throw him into the fire first.

Although this village girl is not ugly in the eyes of humans, and can even be described as pretty, in the eyes of orcs, women with delicate skin, fair skin and no muscles are unhealthy and ugly.

In the beauty pageant in the orc tribe, the female orcs who win in the end generally have very fit bodies.

As for faces, orcs, as a race with different aesthetic standards, cannot make much of a distinction between pretty and ugly faces of humans. In fact, people who are ugly in human aesthetics may even be more popular with orcs.

Then the orc leader grabbed the village girl by the throat and lifted her up.

The village girl felt the pain of her throat being strangled and kept struggling.

Just when the commander was about to strangle the village girl's neck completely, something unexpected happened outside.

Dozens of crossbow arrows flew out from the woods and shot at the defenseless orcs. In an instant, dozens of orcs fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Although the vitality of orcs is much stronger than that of humans, being directly hit by high-speed crossbow arrows will still make them lose their combat effectiveness.

Before the other orcs could react, another batch of crossbow arrows shot out from the woods on both sides of the square.

Then, a group of human soldiers came out of the woods and fought with the

The orcs fought each other.

Upon seeing this, the orc leader quickly threw the village girl aside, picked up his huge battle axe, and joined the battle.

The mercenaries also noticed this exceptionally tall orc, so some of the stronger mercenaries took the initiative to band together to fight against this orc.

The situation of the battle soon became one-sided. The orcs lost one-third of their troops in the sneak attack, while the total number of human mercenaries attacking them was twice that of the orcs. And because they were mercenaries, their general strength and quality were stronger than those conscripts and ordinary regular troops, and they could hold their own in one-on-one battles with the orcs.

Of course, when facing the orc leader, the mercenaries remained vigilant and kept a distance from this big man.

After all, they were all mercenaries who had fought on the edge of a knife and had experienced real battles with local bandits. They had rich combat experience. The orc leader had brute force but couldn't use it. Every time he knocked down one person and was about to finish him off, another would come after him like a fly.

The big commander felt something was wrong as the fight went on. He swung his giant axe and knocked back the people around him, then glanced around.

Then he found that he was the only one still standing on the battlefield.

Afterwards, the mercenary captain ordered the mercenaries to retreat, and the crossbowmen who had been ambushing in the woods also came out, aiming their crossbows at the orc leader.

Then, the mercenary captain waved his hand and the crossbow shot out.

However, the stronger the orc, the thicker his skin is, and it can withstand attacks from some long-range weapons.

The orc captain in front of him had already reached the fifth level of strength, and these bows and crossbows had no effect at all when they shot at him.

Seeing this, the helmeted mercenary captain walked up alone.

He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it at the orc leader.

Judging from his posture, it seems that he wants to fight one-on-one.

Orcs are a race that worships strength. Whether from the perspective of racial habits or the current situation, a single fight is the most advantageous situation for them. Therefore, this behavior is exactly what the orc leader wants. He roared, picked up the giant axe and rushed forward.

Then, looking at the motionless mercenary captain, he swung his axe.

Just when he thought that the other party was too frightened by his power to move, the mercenary captain took action. He dodged to the side and avoided the chop of the giant axe, and the giant axe was deeply embedded in the ground.

Before the orc leader could pull out his giant axe, the mercenary captain kicked the orc in the arm.

The orc loosened his hands in pain, but without his weapon, he was doomed to fail.

Obviously, the mercenary captain was not going to give the orc a chance to breathe. He swung the sword in his hand, and a blood mark appeared on the orc leader's neck. Then, he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

On the other side, the villagers who witnessed all this looked at the mercenary captain with admiration in their eyes.

After the last orc fell, the mercenary captain also took off his helmet, revealing his long blue hair and handsome face underneath.

He is Orson's subordinate, Virgil.

The village girl who had just been grabbed by the neck and thrown to the ground by the orc leader had now calmed down. Looking at Virgil's face, the look in her eyes was not only admiration, but also a bit of fascination.

Sure enough, every damsel in distress always has her own prince charming who comes to save her at the last moment of crisis, right?

As the village girl was thinking this, she saw Virgil walking towards her.

She was about to hold out her hands to Virgil and yell "I do," but he walked right past her, behind her, closer to the villagers around the fire.

He untied the ropes of the villagers, and finally thought of something. He turned around, walked towards the village girl and untied the ropes on her.

As expected, he had me in his heart, otherwise why would he come to help me last? It must be because he wanted to put the person he cared about most last.

The village girl thought so, already thinking about how to spend the rest of her life with Virgil.

“That…” The village girl lowered her head, blushing, her tone somewhat shy.

"What's wrong?" Virgil looked puzzled at the village girl's reaction.

"Thank you very much for your help." The village girl said this, stood up and bowed to Virgil, then walked to her grandfather.

As expected, I still can’t confess my feelings to a strange man.

“???” Virgil touched his head, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Then he turned around and looked at the mercenaries who were cleaning up the battlefield.

After counting the number of people, Virgil nodded.

In this battle, because of the surprise attack and ambush, none of his subordinates were killed. The only few injured were caused by the battle with the orc leader just now. They were only external injuries and they would be able to move normally after recovering for a period of time.

After thinking for a moment, Virgil turned around and walked over to the villagers.

"Sorry, we're late and put you in this dangerous situation." Virgil said this with a hint of apology in his tone.

"It's okay, it's okay." An old man with white hair and wrinkles shook his head in front of the village girl who was just rescued by Virgil. "We all thought we were going to die, but it's thanks to you guys coming."

"But can I ask what happened on the front line?" the old man then changed the subject.