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

At that time, Elendil will be in a dilemma, whether to continue the attack or turn around to rescue his allies.

Although Fran and Margaret have always been enemies, it must be said that Margaret, as a general commanding a large army, does have excellent abilities! It is no wonder that she can chase after the huge Feruman Empire with the strength of a count.

And no one around Fran has this ability.

It would be great if I could take Margaret into my own hands.

Of course, Fran was just thinking about it. To conquer Margaret would mean taking the entire Holy Role Empire under her control. If that happened, wouldn't Fran become the new empress of the Holy Role Empire?

How can I, a city lord of the demon world, become the emperor of the Holy Roll Empire? This is too magical. So she should pursue more practical goals.

On the way back, Wallenstein kindly invited Fran to ride in the same carriage.

"Lord City Lord, what do you think of His Majesty's deployment this time?" Wallenstein said.

"Your Majesty's deployment, the strategic intention is very clear." Fran said: "Aarendil's division of troops was a mistake! And if it was the elves' own soldiers, it would be fine, but she divided the Northern Alliance's army! If she dared not to save her allies in a critical moment, who would dare to follow the elves in the future. Your Majesty fully

Taking advantage of the rift between the Northern Alliance."

"But what if Elendil is really determined to achieve his strategic goal even at the cost of his allies?" Wallenstein said, "The elves have always been arrogant, and this is not the first time they have sold out their teammates. If Your Majesty cannot resist..."

At this point, a hint of worry appeared on Wallenstein's face.

After witnessing the powerful strength of the elves on the battlefield, Wallenstein's confidence was no longer very high.

"If that's the case, Her Majesty Margaret is not a fool. She will definitely not fight to the death and will definitely let them in." Fran said, "As long as our troops on the north and south wings are still there, the elves will definitely not attack freely. What if we break through her long snake formation and surround her army and cut off the troops crossing the river?

If the supply line of the team is blocked, the elves will be trapped in a jar."

"You are right," Wallenstein said, "but the prerequisite is that our southern and northern wings must defeat the army on the other side. If both of our wings fail, the result will really be as Elendil deployed, and the long snake formation will sweep over like a whirlwind, and then none of us will survive."

"That can't be helped." Fran said, "We are already at a disadvantage. A disadvantaged party should proactively look for the opponent's flaws and try to increase the probability of victory, even if it's just a little bit. In war, there is no such thing as no risk."

From this point, Fran saw the difference between Wallenstein and Tilly.

Duke Tilly was mainly responsible for battlefield breakthroughs, and he fought to the limit! He would try his best to get the chance whenever he had it. Wallenstein was mainly responsible for logistics and transportation, and he was particular about making sure nothing went wrong. The personalities and abilities of these two people perfectly matched the tasks assigned to them by Margaret.

It seems that Margaret is very aware of the strengths and weaknesses of her subordinates.

This was probably why she asked Fran to come over. She was really worried about Wallenstein's ability to command on the battlefield. Especially in a battlefield where one had to seize the opportunity and attack at all costs, Wallenstein's shortcomings would be infinitely magnified.

Sure enough, Wallenstein smiled and said to Fran: "Lord Fran, I also know my ability to lead troops. This kind of battlefield is not suitable for me. So when the time comes, you still have to rely on your army. If necessary, I will cooperate with you at all costs!"

The other side of the Soul-Guiding River.

While Elendil was still happily discussing the battle situation with a group of generals, an elven maid came close to her ear and whispered to her, "General, the priest Galannodir wants to see you."

"She?" Elendil frowned, then asked, "What is she doing here?"

"The High Priest said that she has some different views on the war situation and hopes to convey her ideas to the generals." The maid said truthfully.

"She is a priestess, how can she know how to lead troops?" Elendil said with some disdain: "Just say I am busy."

"But... the priestess is the deputy commander of the legion after all. If she is excluded from the core of the command, the priest hall will blame her...

"Okay, okay! I get it." Elendil said impatiently: "Then let her in. I want to see what suggestions she can give."

Galannodil walked in quickly. She was wearing the traditional white robe of the elven priests, with a hazy veil on her head, which perfectly set off the elf's unique gentleness and temperament.

Heart of beauty in everyone.

The appearance of Galannodir instantly attracted the attention of all the generals present, which made Elendil even more unhappy. Obviously, I am the protagonist here.

"General!" Galannodir hurriedly bowed to Elendil.

"I heard from the maid that you have some suggestions. Tell me now!" Aarendil tried hard to suppress his dissatisfaction.

"General, this long snake formation is good, but it is easy for the enemy to break it one by one." Galanodier said, "Margaret is good at attacking and mobile warfare! If she divides her troops and attacks us from both ends, we will be in trouble. I suggest that we divide some of our troops to help the two

"With the Tree of Life, they won't be able to break through the position in a short time! Then you can sit back and relax and start crossing the river."

"You mean to say that you think the legions on both sides are vulnerable and can't stop the attack of the Vienna Alliance?" Elendil glanced at Galannodir.

"No! That's not what I meant!" Galannodier said hurriedly, "I'm just... worried!"

"Hmph! Looking ahead and behind! If our elven generals were like your sacrificial temple, the trolls would have invaded our elven empire long ago." Elendil said: "The Vienna Alliance has only 80,000 people. Even if they are divided into three equal parts, there are only 30,000! And we have 180,000 people, more than twice their number. Do you think we can win with three equal parts?

Ten thousand people, do they dare to cross the Soul-Guiding River, and even wipe out our companions stationed there?"

"But...but they are equipped with a large number of firearms." Galannodier: "I also heard that the Lord of Orila is here too."

"She?" Elendil was immediately reminded of some bad memories. She snorted coldly and said, "So what about firearms? The wars of the past few days are obvious to all. The so-called firearms are just some tricks. They may be useful in low-intensity battles, but they are completely vulnerable to large-scale wars."

As soon as these words came out, the forces below all echoed

"Master Priest!" At this time, a tall northerner smiled and said, "I know you are worried about our safety. In fact, firearms are no longer a secret! We are also equipped with some, and we are well aware of their power and function. I promise you that we will complete it.

Mission, not only can we hold the defense line, but we can even force our way across the Soul-Guiding River and become a tough opponent to General Elendil."

"Yes, yes! Please rest assured, Master Priest!"

“We will definitely achieve our goal!”

"See?" El'Arundil said proudly, "Master Priest, you should do your job well and pray for the Tree of Life to recharge it and reduce the pressure on us to cross the river."

Galannodiel knew that it was impossible for him to convince others to be alert, so he could only hurriedly salute everyone and leave the hall.

"Master Priest, how is it?" Outside the hall, several people dressed as warriors immediately surrounded him.

Galannodier shook his head and sighed helplessly: "Pride is an original sin."

"So what do we do?"

"You go and organize a force that can be mobilized at any time. If there is a problem, we will not be completely helpless." Galanodier said: "I hope Margaret will not be as we expected."

Chapter 155: Crossing the River!

On both sides of the Soul-Guiding River.

Pure ice melts from the snow-capped mountains, flows all the way down, and then meanders towards the south. The clear water waters the life on both sides.

A cool breeze blew from the north, gently blowing the newly green plants on both sides.

A lizard is licking the dew on the flower with its long tongue.

Everything seems so quiet.

However, at this moment, a big green boot stepped on it hard, crushing the lizard into meat paste, and the flower also turned into debris.

The battle to cross the river is about to begin.

The troops on both sides were busy training and transferring supplies. Everyone was preparing for war, and a rare period of peace appeared on both sides of the Soul-Guiding River.

But everyone knows that this kind of peace is just an illusion. Is the calm before the storm really calm?

On the east coast, teams of elves carried huge chopped wood and assembled them into the shape of a ship. Finally, they chiseled a small hole at the top and planted the seeds of the Tree of Life.

The seeds sprouted quickly and grew into the trees that Fran had seen on the elf battleship.

These small tree boats are the elves' greatest reliance for crossing the river. Unlike other sailing boats, they can sail quickly on the river even without wind, and there is no need to predict the wind direction to decide which day to cross the river.

It has to be said that the elves' logging efficiency was very high. It didn't take long before they cut down a large number of trees from the surrounding areas. Then, one simple tree boat after another was pushed into the river.

Soon, the banks of the Soul-Guiding River were filled with densely packed boats. On the riverbank, the elves also gave birth to an extremely huge tree, standing silently like a giant. Whenever the sun sets, its shadow can even cover the other side of the river.

That huge figure is enough to scare Margaret's soldiers, not to mention that it can also enhance the magic of all the elves around it, which also means that the elves' warships, arrows, and magic will become more invincible.

With such a miraculous tree, the generals of the Northern Alliance felt that defeating the enemy would be a piece of cake.

A few days passed like this, and on a sunny day, a strong west wind blew on both sides of the Soul-Guiding River. Margaret knew that it was almost time for the other party to cross the river.

Sure enough, bursts of loud horns resounded across the wide river, and then the elven archers, who were ready to go, boarded the treeboat in an orderly manner. With the blessing of the Tree of Life, they quickly rushed to the other side of the river.

At this time, the troops on the west bank launched an attack, and the catapults swung their wooden arms and threw huge stones at the opposite side. Unfortunately, the two sides were too far apart, and the catapults were too accurate, so there were almost no casualties.

"We gave Margaret so much time, and she only built these catapults?" Elendil said disdainfully.

She and a group of generals stood on the crown of the Tree of Life, overlooking the battlefield from above.

The battle of crossing the river was much calmer than Elendil had imagined. Two-thirds of their ships had crossed the river and were about to reach the shore, but so far they had only lost two ships, and the casualties were less than ten.

"Huh! How boring." Elendil sighed, and then said: "I thought Margaret was called the God of War, so she should have some ability, but I didn't expect that she was just like this? The next command will be handed over to you. Instead of staring at the river here, why not go back to the camp and rest."

As he spoke, Elendil turned around.

The tree boat in the front had already reached the shore, and the elves immediately jumped off the boat. The soldiers in the front held their shields, and the soldiers in the back pulled their bows, slowly advancing forward. Several priests, under heavy cover, began to bury seeds in the ground and began to grow trees.

However, at this moment, a series of deafening explosions suddenly resounded across both sides of the river!

The sound came so suddenly that it almost frightened Elendil to the ground.

Elendil turned around quickly, only to see countless explosions of flames appearing under the beach where the elves were attacking. The first batch of elves who landed on the beach were immediately blown to pieces.

"What's going on! Them! Where are they?" Elendil quickly scanned the enemy's firing points, only to find that these firing points were actually underground!

"Trenches, it's trenches!" an adjutant blurted out.

When facing the elves' offensive, the trolls' favorite tactic was trench warfare! They hid in trenches and waited for the elves to approach, then launched an unexpected attack. This tactic caused considerable casualties to the elves. Elendil did not expect that Margaret actually learned this tactic!

Before Elendil could be surprised, soldiers rose from the trenches one after another and began shooting at the elves in the distance. The elves in the front were caught off guard and fell to the ground in large numbers.

The southern part of the Soul-Guiding River.

At night, after a day of hard work, the exhausted soldiers of the Northern Alliance went into their tents to rest. The sky over the camp soon darkened, leaving only a few guards holding lights and keeping watch on everything around them.

"Why are you here just now? It's a bit late!"

Seeing a guard slowly coming to his post, the others said dissatisfiedly.

"Sorry sorry, I overslept!"

"I didn't see you working at the construction site for long during the day, how could you be lazy and oversleep?"

"What do you mean by lazy sleeping? This is called enjoying life." The newly arrived guard said, "I say, you guys, just pretend, why bother taking it so seriously? The main force this time is the elves, we are just cheering on the sidelines to boost their momentum. You don't really think we are the main attackers, do you?"

"Of course I know that." The captain of the guard said, "But we will attack sooner or later! If we want to attack, we have to build ships. If we go too late, it will not be our turn to plunder! You also know that the people of the Crazy Sand Empire are not good at fighting, but they are the best at killing, setting fire and looting property. Otherwise, they would not call themselves

Crazy sand, right?

"Come on." The guard said, "Even if it's looting, how much do you think will go into our pockets in the end? Most of it will be divided up by the nobles. We should be lucky enough to be able to ensure that the military pay is paid on time. We shouldn't just be cannon fodder and worry about the general."

"You're full of jingles! You want to be a marshal?" The captain of the guard said, "Be on guard! If the Vienna Alliance troops attack us, not only will you lose your pay, you might even lose your life."

"How is that possible? They only have so many people, it's good enough that they can hold on! How could they possibly attack?"

"Shh! Shut up, you bad mouth!" The captain of the guard covered his mouth with his hand.

But his action seemed to be too late.

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of artillery fire rang out in the silent sky, and then the earth began to tremble.

Sorry, I have been playing with AI drawing these two days and forgot to post the update this morning.

Chapter 156 Winter Berserker

The continuous artillery fire directly blew the Northern Alliance's camp into the sky, and the dark night turned into white night in an instant!

Through the constantly flashing lights of artillery fire, the camp guards were horrified to find that soldiers like a tide were approaching them in the darkness.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

In panic, the guards quickly rang the alarm bell, but the sound of the bell seemed particularly small amid the sound of artillery bombardment, and it was unknown whether anyone heard it.

After several rounds of artillery bombardment, the Northern Alliance camp was filled with burning flames, and the soldiers were running around like headless flies.

Obviously, after being labeled as the Northern Alliance, the ragtag troops may not necessarily become genuine elite troops.

Most of these troops who came to the elves were just here to gain experience, so they brought many second- and third-line troops who did odd jobs. It was just such a troop that was stationed here. They were required to be on guard, do odd jobs, cut down trees and build ships.

The strength of these troops was not even as good as the private armies of the nine major families back then. In addition, there was a mixture of forces in the camp and the command hierarchy was not clear. In the end, they collapsed at a speed that even Fran was surprised.

Fran originally wanted to capture a few prisoners, but it was a dark and windy night, and the soldiers fled in all directions and soon disappeared. By the time Fran and Wallenstein's troops came to encircle the camp, the entire camp was deserted.

Of course, this small camp was not Fran's real target, it was just an outpost to guard against the enemy. It was just that it was blocked in Fran's attack route due to bad luck, so it became her primary target.

After conquering the camp with ease, Fran did not stop to rest and launched an attack on their next target.

The new target was the port used for crossing the river. At this time, the troops in the port should not know that the camp in front had been breached, so they were caught off guard. So Fran and Wallenstein split their forces into two groups, Fran was responsible for the main attack, and Wallenstein tried to intercept the troops that might come to support.

At six o'clock in the morning, the Fran army, which had traveled day and night, had arrived near the port.

This port of the Feruman Empire is not a military fortress. It is just a transit point for crossing the Soul-Guiding River. It does not have any powerful fortifications, and the Northern Alliance’s troops obviously will not actively repair it, so it still looks dilapidated from a distance.

When Fran's army arrived, many soldiers were already on guard outside the port. They had obviously received news of Fran's attack, but unfortunately they had no time to make any preparations in such a short time and could only fight hastily.