What's wrong with building a steel torrent in a dungeon?

After hearing the news, King Xinye was so angry that he smashed the information and threw it on the ground. According to the guards around him, King Xinye had not been so angry for a long time. His successor had suffered a series of defeats, which had already made King Xinye very embarrassed. However, this time, she actually played herself into trouble.

But it seems that Elendil cannot be blamed. Who would have thought that Jinzaka, who had been stationed in the northeast, would suddenly appear in the northwest.

El'Arundil's only achievement was to quickly pass on the news that Jinzakka had left the northeastern fortress.

As the "God of War", King Xinye would not miss this opportunity. So he made a prompt decision and ordered the Second Corps of the Southern Army to quickly attack the Troll Empire.

At first, the Second Corps' offensive went very smoothly, and they basically crushed everything they went to. There were not many troll soldiers in the villages, towns, strongholds, and fortresses in the northeastern region, and they often collapsed at the first touch, and they didn't even fight the elf warriors head-on.

If Elendil were here, she would definitely find this scene extremely familiar. After all, it was the same scene when she just started her offensive.

Although some officers who returned from the First Corps to rest warned the Second Corps, they did not take it seriously and believed that the officers of the First Corps were looking for excuses for their failure.

What can a mere troll do to them? They have been suppressed by us for hundreds of years, and now they have lost their defensive strongholds. How can we fight this war? The elf archers attack us from behind, and it is impossible for them to lose.

We are all experienced veteran officers. Do you still not understand the situation? Do you still not dare to make this judgment?

In the eyes of the officers of the Second Corps, the troll army was simply vulnerable without Jinzaka.

However, they soon paid the price for their underestimation of the enemy.

After three days of the Second Corps' thunder offensive, the trolls who had been retreating suddenly launched a counterattack against them.

More than 2,000 trolls equipped with a large number of grenades, plus more than 1,000 fully armed orc warriors, launched a beautiful surprise attack on a vanguard flag regiment of the Second Corps. When the vanguard flag regiment realized it, they found that they had fallen into the enemy's pocket.

Under attack from both sides, the Vanguard Flag Regiment lost more than 300 elven warriors in just one night, and the flag was also taken away.

When other troops came angrily to avenge their friends, they were met by a large army that was ready for battle. The orc army, relying on the favorable terrain, blocked the elves' attack, but the troll army passed through an unknown path and launched a surprise attack from behind the elves.

Although the number of trolls was not large, their grenade attacks were too strong. The elf troops were attacked from both sides and were beaten to the point of abandoning their weapons and armor, and finally had to break out in a panic.

In this battle, the trolls annihilated more than 600 elven warriors, captured two flag captains, and even sniped and killed a wing captain who was commanding in the rear.

Such a record is unprecedented in the hundred-year history of the Troll Empire. In the past, it would have been a victory that was definitely worth writing about and celebrating.

But now, the trolls felt that such a victory did not quench their thirst at all. So much so that they did not rejoice in the victory or mourn for the dead for a moment! They rushed to the next battlefield without stopping.

At this time, the disadvantage of the Second Corps' too fast attack speed was reflected! The battle line was too long, so that their supply could not keep up. With the destruction of El'Arendil, the troll guerrillas who were originally used to destroy the supply line moved to the northeast.

The narrow and long territory made strategic transfers from east to west very convenient. Soon, the guerrillas who had once caused the First Corps so much trouble stabbed the Second Corps in the back.

In order to pursue speed, the Second Corps did not carry much supplies with them, so they had to choose to retreat.

They wanted to retreat, but the troll warriors might not be willing to see them retreat! So a leg strength competition took place in the vast forest.

The original elves' surprise attack was suddenly turned into a trolls' counterattack.

In terms of individual physical fitness, the elf warriors are definitely superior to the trolls who have been malnourished for a long time.

But if it comes to long journeys in the jungle, that's another story. The trolls are used to starving, and even if they are seeing stars, they can still march quickly driven by willpower and hatred, but the elves can't do that. Most of the elven soldiers have never endured such a painful long journey, and non-combat casualties increased sharply for a while.

Later on, except for the magicians and archers who could continue to march under the blessing of magic, the ordinary elf soldiers were already exhausted. In addition, there were constant sneak attacks and harassment from the trolls on the side, and as a result, they only walked a dozen miles after several days. At this speed, I am afraid they will not see the glory of the god Xiluo.

Fortunately, the New Leaf King keenly discovered that the Second Corps's advance speed was a little abnormal, so he prepared several reserve troops in the rear in advance. When the vanguard of the Second Corps sent back a distress signal, he ordered the Third Corps on standby to put down their tasks and attack the troll warriors who were chasing and blocking them.

The final battle is about to begin.

But the troll warriors knew very well that their numbers were obviously less than the elves, and it was not advisable to fight to the death. Even though they were not afraid of the Third Corps of the Southern Legion, and even though the fat meat in front of them was very tender and juicy, they had to defend and retreat.

The war that was about to break out did not actually happen.

This attempted attack not only caused heavy losses to the Second Legion, but also lost their strategic goals. More than ten days had passed, and Jin Zhaka might have already returned to the northeast region. In desperation, King Xinye had to order the troops to withdraw to the base camp and continue to reorganize the expeditionary force.

After this battle, the elven army no longer dared to underestimate the trolls equipped with firearms.

But it seems too late to start paying attention now.

When the hunter falls into cowardice and weakness, the original prey will wait for the opportunity to move.

The elves relied on their coercion for a hundred years to firmly intimidate the trolls. But as the myth of the invincibility of the elven warriors was broken, the trolls began to "be ready to move".

At the same time, a difficult problem was placed before King Xinye.

Should we save Elendil?

Chapter 345: Beyond the Sea, There is Hope

Aarendil led the remaining troops and continued to move forward in the primeval forest.

According to Modsheka's plan, after marching southwest for a while, they turned north and broke through, making a big circle on the land of the Troll Empire. No matter how well prepared the enemy was, it was impossible to establish a sniper line across the entire southeast of the Troll Empire.

Although the plan sounded good, there were many problems when it came to its implementation.

The troll pursuit troops were very close, not giving them any time to rest or catch their breath. Often, after just a few hours of sleep, they would hear gunfire all around them, forcing them to continue on their way.

As a result, Modsheka's attempts to turn his troops around and break out to the north were interrupted several times. In desperation, they had to continue fleeing in the predetermined direction, making their marching circle larger and larger.

But this is not the biggest blow to Modsheka.

Every once in a while, he would find traces of Florencene in some places suitable for resting, and even found one of Florencene's boots in a stinky ditch. It was obvious that she fled in a hurry and didn't even have time to pick up her shoes.

The entire Troll Empire is so vast, yet they happen to encounter traces of Florencene every once in a while. Once or twice it can be described as a coincidence, but it happens several times...

Modsheka couldn't help but feel like he was trapped in an enemy trap. They were like sheep being chased by hungry wolves, only caring about escaping, but not knowing that they had unknowingly entered the wolf's encirclement. This made him feel powerless, as if no matter how hard he tried, it would be useless.

He wanted to do the opposite, but there were not many escape routes left for him. He couldn't just run south and reach the capital of the Troll Empire! Even if they could get there alive, King Xinye would not be able to save them.

That morning, when they finally found a hidden stream and began to wash and drink water, they heard screams from the patrol team in the distance. They ran over and found that there were several corpses in the upper reaches of the stream.

The bodies were swollen and white in the water, and there was a disgusting smell of decay all around. When he thought of them drinking and bathing in the river downstream, Elendil couldn't help feeling sick.

Modsheka endured the stench and personally searched for clues on the body.

"These are the soldiers of the Florencene Wing..." Modsheka flipped through the emblems on the cuffs and collars of the corpses, and then said, "But their attire doesn't look like that of ordinary soldiers."

"These are from the Sword Banner!" a general exclaimed. "Look at their water bags! They are from the Sword Banner led by Padrodil! A few years ago, they penetrated into the rear of the Troll Empire, defeated Troll soldiers that were several times their number, and captured two fortresses! These water bags are a reward from the Queen."

"It is indeed Padolodir. She is with Florencene. If that is the case, then everything makes sense."

With Florencene's ability, she would never think of retreating in a roundabout way to find an opportunity to break out, but if it was Padorodiel, the situation would be different. As the leader of the Blade Flag Regiment, Padorodiel had been on the battlefield for a long time, so it was normal for him to have the same judgment as her.

This made Modsheka feel a little relieved.

At least I didn't think the same as Florenceni.

But... even so, their marching route still did not deviate from Florenceni and the others.

In other words, they are still repeating each other's old ways.

This is definitely not a good sign!!

He told Elendil and the other generals about his concerns.

In fact, after searching for the traces of Florenceni's troops several times in a row, the generals all knew about this matter tacitly, but no one dared to bring it up.

After all, a road leading to death is better than no road at all. Although the former has a bleak future, it at least has a direction.

Once the soldiers realize that they have nothing to do and are running around in the jungle like headless flies, their morale will probably collapse immediately.

"We can't go on like this." El'Arundil said, "No matter what, we can't continue to go southwest. That will only make us farther and farther away from our country, making rescue more difficult."

The generals nodded, and they rarely agreed with Elendil.

What was said was correct, but it was obviously nonsense.

The point is, which way should they go?

"We tried to break out to the north several times, but were beaten back by the trolls every time." Modsheka said, "There are a lot of powerful ones among these trolls. They should be Jinzaka's personal guards! It will be difficult for us to break out successfully with them around."

"I know that." El'Arundil said, "Jinzakar should have gathered all the powerful people in the entire Troll Empire to devour our troops. With our current strength, it is obviously impossible to break out successfully. I think it's time for us to give up the idea of ​​breaking out and returning to the Southern Legion."

Hearing this, the generals were filled with frustration.

The only consolation was that El'Arundil had finally learned to face reality. This was probably the biggest gain of their trip. Of course, the premise was that El'Arundil could return alive.

At this point, Elendil spread out a map with stick figures.

This simple map was drawn by the generals based on their memories. Thanks to it, they did not get lost in the forest.

The Elendil pointed ahead of them and said, "If we go southwest, we will face a large area of ​​swamps and mountains. Without knowing the terrain, it will be difficult for us to cross such an uninhabited and dangerous place. It will also inevitably reduce our marching speed and give the trolls an opportunity to seize the opportunity!

Since we can’t go south or north, we might as well break out to the west.”

"West?" a general asked doubtfully, "But isn't the west the sea? If we walk a little further, we will reach the beach. If we are trapped on the beach by the trolls... the consequences will be disastrous."

"No! This is our hope!" Modsheka said, "We are not as familiar with the terrain as the trolls, so we are repeatedly attacked by them! At close range, their grenades are too powerful and we can't compete with them at all. But once we leave the woods, the situation will be different... They will have nowhere to hide. The most important thing is..."

Modsheka paused, then said, "Once King Xinye knows where we are, he can directly mobilize the Empire's navy to save us! In the forest, the trolls may have the ability to fight, but they don't have any power at sea. No matter how powerful the grenade is, it can't compete with the Empire's fleet."

After hearing this, the others were shocked.

The troll navy... it was simply a joke. Their ships were more like small fishing boats than warships, and even the ocean-going fishing boats were more powerful than theirs.

As long as they can reach the beach and successfully convey the message to King Xinye, they will not have to worry even if the Troll Empire is besieged by a million troops.

Chapter 346: The Last Night?

Modsheka's words directly awakened the other generals. With the hope of survival, they immediately took action and quickly planned a new escape route based on their own memories.

When the generals were discussing, a glimmer of hope finally appeared on their faces. This also made Elendil very relieved. It turned out that there is always a way out.

Afterwards, the elves quickly changed direction and broke out to the west without looking back.

Fortunately, the sudden change of direction caught the troll warriors behind them off guard. As a result, in the following days, the elves were rarely harassed by the troll warriors, which allowed the elf soldiers who had been on high alert for several days to finally have a good night's sleep.

Moreover, there has been no sign of Florencene in recent times. Does this mean... they are on the right track?

But Modsheka was not careless.

You can fool the trolls for a while, but you can’t fool them forever.

With so many people on our side, it is impossible to conceal the traces of the march. After discovering that they suddenly changed direction, the troll warriors will definitely react quickly. Therefore, now is the best time to speed up the march and escape from their encirclement.

He ordered his troops to march quickly with all their might to shake off the enemies he had deceived.

The result was exactly as Modsheka had expected. A few days of peace passed, and the surroundings were so quiet that it was a luxury. They felt like they were wandering in the forest of the Elf Empire. There was no danger, no enemy.

This made the people who had been fleeing breathe a sigh of relief.

The tension in Modsheka's heart finally relaxed.

“This is our last stop!”

At a routine military meeting, Modsheka spread out the map and said, "There is a dense forest ahead. We can reach the coast after passing through it. But walking in the forest also means more dangers."

"If we go around it, we will have to walk a lot more distance."

"It will take at least two more days," said Modsheka.

"It's just a forest! Why not just go through it!"

"Yes! How can an elf be afraid of the forest?"

"The longer the night, the more dreams one has. It is better to have less trouble than more."

The generals have become frightened birds and have expressed their desire to reach the beach as soon as possible and leave the trolls' home ground.

Although Elendil did not speak, from the look in her eyes, she clearly agreed with the opinions of the generals.

Modsheka said, "In that case, let's take the risk of crossing the forest! But this place is really suitable for an ambush. We must make every effort and walk as much as possible before dark."

"Okay!" El'Arundil said, "All the troops should listen to the order, rest for half an hour, and then prepare to enter the jungle. Tell them that this is the last leg of our journey. If we pass through the jungle, we will have hope."

"As you command!"

Half an hour later, the remaining less than a thousand elite elves sneaked into this unknown forest.

They didn't dare to stop for a moment and rushed through the forest madly.

As the day drew to a close, they had already passed one third of the forest. As long as they survived this night, they would be able to pass through the entire forest the next day.

This night was very important for them. Modsheka personally deployed the defense and went out for inspection, telling the sentries not to relax at all, otherwise they would be punished by military law on the spot.

But while he was still patrolling, several scouts found him in a panic.

"What's wrong? Have you spotted the troll troops?" Modsheka's face suddenly became serious.

"Uh..." The scout paused, then said, "We found traces of life activities to the west of the camp, but we are not sure whether they are trolls... because they did not attack us, but ran faster than us."

"Faster than you..." Modsheka pondered, "Did you run into a troll sentinel?"

"I don't know." The scout said, "They were very fast. I think they are very familiar with the surrounding terrain. We didn't dare to chase them, so we hurried back."

"Okay! I understand!"