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

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.

"Ah? Please ask." Virgil was a little surprised, but still respectfully prepared to listen to the other party.

"Before, people in the town above said that we'd better move." The old man said.

They also said that our position is not the front line of the battle, and the front line should be able to withstand the attack of the orcs. Even if it is breached, there will be intelligence sent back to help us evacuate. "

"That's why we stayed in this village. However, before we received any news, the orcs entered our village and tied us up."

Virgil finally understood that the old man was blaming the army and officials for not notifying them properly.

But it is understandable. After all, the front line collapsed almost instantly. No one expected that the orcs would put such great pressure at the beginning, and no one could adjust and respond in time, which led to the orcs quickly expanding their victory results.

In such chaotic circumstances, inadequate notification led to the villagers being killed without knowing it, and the responsibility does not lie entirely with the officials.

Commanders who failed to adjust and respond in a timely manner also bear a considerable part of the responsibility.

"I'm sorry, we didn't inform you enough about this and you almost got killed." Virgil said this and bowed to the old man apologetically.

"I'm not blaming you, after all, you saved us." The old man said this and sighed. "It's just that I also experienced the last orc invasion and I know the pattern of their attack."

"Why did the orcs invade in just a few days this time... Has our empire really made any progress in these years?"

Virgil remained silent upon hearing this.

The village girl behind the old man seemed to realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere, and she quickly pulled the old man's sleeve.

"Okay, Grandpa, stop talking about this. We just got our lives back, so let's consider evacuating now."

"Ah." Upon hearing this, the old man nodded.

If he had known that the imperial army could lose so many cities on the front line at the beginning and without letting out any news, he would have taken advantage of it long ago.

"By the way, let me help you with the evacuation..."

……

Baru was sitting in a military tent in a field military camp at the moment, and he was not in a good mood.

In the past two days, small groups of troops that were heading to other villages to search for supplies have been losing contact. Baru initially estimated that they must have encountered human ambush troops.

In these two days alone, Baru's casualties had reached five thousand soldiers, half of whom were ambushed by humans when they separated from the main force and acted alone, and the other half were ambushed by humans while searching for the missing troops.

Five thousand people is not a small number, which is equivalent to 5% of his army.

The originally happy mood due to the rapid progress was ruined by these things.

"Chief Baru." A tall orc walked in from the door. He looked very angry, and there was no respect for him in his tone.

"The warriors sent by our Iron Spear tribe to search for the missing troops were ambushed by a small group of humans and suffered heavy losses."

Judging from his appearance, there is no doubt that he is here to ask for accountability.

"Sorry, it's my fault. The scouts didn't do a good job of investigating the terrain near the battlefield."

In fact, this cannot be blamed on the scouts.

There are many mountains and forests nearby with dense woodlands, which are very suitable for hiding. There are also many secret trails that the orcs don't know about.

Although this land belonged to the orcs a long time ago, the orcs have been away from here for too long. During the last invasion, the orcs did not leave any topographic map of this place for their descendants, so this time they were essentially walking this road again.

"I don't need to hear an apology!" The chief of the Iron Spear Tribe said angrily. "As the joint chief, you should come up with a solution now. We are following you, not to let our precious warriors die in this forest!"

"I just know that I will try my best to find a solution..." Baru nodded.

"If you can't come up with a solution in the next few days, don't blame me for burning this place down." The chief of the Iron Spear Tribe said this and prepared to leave.

"Wait, what did you just say?"

"I said, I'll burn this place down!"

"Yes!" Baru clapped his hands when he heard that. "I've got an idea!"

……

"So, on the battlefield, it's all about the right time, right place, and right people." Orson taught Litt while sitting in the command center in Phoenix City.

However, their postures were a little ambiguous.

Litt sat on Orson's lap and watched Orson write and draw on the paper.

Her hair rubbed against Orson's chin, occasionally making him feel distracted.

This was Lit's request. Orson couldn't resist Lit, so he had to agree to Lit's request.

This can only be done when no one is around.

"It's hard for us to grasp the timing, and the same is true for the other party."

"And the geographical advantage is now in our hands." Orson pointed to the sand table not far away.

He ordered his officers to make it overnight.

At first, the officers did not know the use of this topographic map made of sand. However, when the troop deployments of both sides were accurately reflected on the sand table map, the officers found that things that they could only imagine in their minds suddenly became vivid. This made it easier for the officers to formulate combat strategies based on the terrain on the battlefield.

Of course, in order to make a sand table, it is necessary to ensure that the terrain is shaped correctly. To this end, Orson gathered all the hunters in the villages around the battlefield and asked them to help formulate and correct the terrain in various places, so as to more accurately restore the terrain of the battlefield.

"Orson, what you mean is that we can use the terrain to deal with the enemy, or even rely on favorable terrain to kill the enemy on a large scale?"

"Yeah." Orson nodded. "Do you know why I only sent mercenaries to carry out guerrilla warfare tactics?"

"why?"

"Although guerrilla warfare is a large-scale battle in strategy, it is actually divided into countless small-scale battles. Therefore, there are strict requirements on the military quality of soldiers," Orson explained.

"The current size of the empire's soldier phalanx is at least one hundred, and the average size is between five hundred and one thousand."

"In order to make up for the difference in individual strength, soldiers who have received formal military training often fight in groups to unleash their full strength, but mercenaries are different."

"Most mercenaries are relatively small in size, and the largest mercenary group has only a few thousand people. Under these circumstances, except for forming a battle formation when necessary, most of the time they fight in scattered groups."

"In terms of the coordination ability of a small team of several people, regular soldiers are far inferior to mercenaries."

Of course, Orson would not say that letting more mercenaries die would result in less losses for his side in the future.

I spent so much money to hire them, they can't be sent here just to keep things going, right?

Although Orson did think so in his heart, if he said it out loud, his tall image in front of Lit might be damaged.

Chapter 5: What's in my mind

"Mr. Orson, Mr. Orson, something terrible has happened!" While Orson was still instructing Litt, the door was suddenly pushed open by someone.

The person who opened the door was Carlisle, who became the deputy commander of the front line because of Orson's arrival.

When Carlisle saw Orson and Little's attitude, he was stunned for a moment, looked at each other in confusion, and then he closed the door and walked out.

When he opened the door and came in again, the relationship between Orson and Litt had returned to its original state, with Litt standing behind Orson's chair.

However, one can still see their mood at the moment from their awkward expressions.

"General Carlisle, what happened? Why are you so anxious?" Orson raised his head and looked at Carlisle in confusion.

"It's like this, Master Orson..."

……

At the front line, Virgil led his team through a forest path to lead the villagers from several nearby villages who had not yet been evacuated.

Just as he was about to lead his mercenaries to the front line, he saw fire coming from a hill in the distance.

The raging fire quickly spread across the entire mountain, burning down all the hiding places that the mercenaries had used to fight guerrilla warfare.

Then, the fire continued to spread in the direction where Virgil was.

The mountains and forests in the eastern part of the Antica region seemed to be about to be burned down by the fire.

The guerrilla warfare has only been going on for a few days, and the damage done to the orcs has not yet begun. As a result, when the fire completely burns the forest, the orcs' advance will be slowed down for a while, but once the forest is burned, the orcs' advance will no longer be harassed by mercenaries.

After receiving this information, Virgil quickly made his own judgment. Then, he led the mercenaries and passed through the unburned forests before the fire spread to other forests, and continued to go around the enemy's flanks and rear.

If we don't take advantage of this period of time to gain more results, it will be too late later.

Although his mercenary force only had 400 people, they were all carefully selected by Orson. The strength of each mercenary was at least level three, and they had worked together well and had very high professional qualities. Therefore, after receiving Virgil's orders, the mercenaries did not complain at all, but carried out the orders from their superiors.

……

"Oh, I see." Orson nodded. "General Carlisle, guess why I sent mercenaries to delay the enemy's attack?"

"Uh..." Carlisle hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Mr. Orson, are you trying to... delay time?"

"Yeah." Orson nodded. "Do you know why I want to delay? Compared to the orcs, our war costs are obviously higher. If we delay, we may win, but the wealth of the Dukedom of Antica will be slowly destroyed."

"Please forgive my stupidity..."

Orson smiled and pointed in the direction of the royal capital on the empire map behind him.

"I'm waiting for someone there to arrive."

"Where?" Carlisle followed Orson's finger and looked at the map, "But didn't the royal family send troops there?"

Just at this moment, hurried footsteps were heard at the door again.

"Your Excellency the Commander... A troop has arrived outside the city." A soldier walked into the room, bowed his head and saluted, then reported the military situation.

"What's the number?"

"National Silver Dragon Knights..." The soldier lowered his head and uttered these words.

As soon as these words reached Carlisle's ears, he felt dizzy as if his head had been hit hard.

"Wait... I, did I hear you right, the Silver Dragon Knights?"

"Yes." The soldier nodded. "The leader is the Knight Commander, Prince Arthas."

"I understand. Let them enter the city and invite His Royal Highness the Prince here."

"Mr. Orson, are you doing all this to wait for the arrival of the Silver Dragon Knights?" After the messenger left, Carlisle looked at Orson in disbelief.

National Order of the Silver Dragon, also known as the Royal Order of the Knights.

This order of knights is controlled by the royal family and is the strongest ground force in the entire empire, bar none.

According to legend, before the establishment of the human empire, it was still in the form of tribes. At that time, each tribe was accompanied by a dragon. The tribe that eventually established the empire was the one that defeated the evil red dragon Holland together with the founding dragon, the great silver dragon Skaia.