Windy City is the only channel and stronghold for the grassland coalition forces to obtain supplies from Merlocks Province. The centaurs and grassland elves have stationed 20,000 troops and a population of over 100,000 here.
During wartime, these 100,000 people can quickly become militiamen and join the battlefield, regardless of men, women, or children.
Andre's arrival made Dorut and Milly, who were responsible for guarding, breathe a sigh of relief.
With these 140,000 reinforcements and the addition of several mentor-level experts, they are even more confident about whether they can hold Windy City.
After all the volunteers entered the city, two armies sent by the Ottoman Kingdom just appeared a few miles outside the Windy City.
Andre couldn't help but rejoice and said: "The lord is indeed foresighted and has long expected that the Ottoman Kingdom will take the initiative to send troops to attack the Windy City."
Hearing Andre's words, Dorut and Milly couldn't help showing expressions of admiration.
"Lord Aslan was able to win several battles. This foresight, no, should be called predicting the enemy thousands of miles away." Milly praised seriously.
If Aslan were here, he would definitely appreciate Milly's seriousness in telling the truth.
After waiting in the highlands for two days, Post's Aries tribe had already led its troops, along with the Gekun tribe.
Each tribe in the Ottoman Kingdom is mainly composed of the army of its own tribe, so the cohesion and combat effectiveness of the army are extremely strong. Of course, mutual hostility is not uncommon.
The Aries tribe and the Kunkun tribe have always been on good terms, so during this war, the two tribes also cooperated with each other.
Seeing the rider, Touman, coming, Post immediately went to greet him.
"Meet the Rider!"
"It's just an army of less than 4,000 people. Is it really as strong as you say?" Cavalry Leader Touman asked calmly.
"Don't lie to me. The consequences of angering us are not something a little leader like Post like you can bear." A strong man with a whip beard said in a deep voice next to him.
When Post saw the other party, he quickly lowered his head and saluted.
"See the Solo Rider."
"Yeah!" Yu Shan waved his hand indifferently.
Post told the story of that day's battle, which made the two knights frown.
"These countries that are so focused on magic sometimes really cause me huge troubles," Yu Shan said unhurriedly.
Touman shook his head in displeasure.
"No matter how powerful the magic is, it can't stop the warriors of the clan. Let's rest for a night and attack the high ground tomorrow."
In the underground bunker in the highlands, Aslan listened quietly to the report, while Duke Medea made a bed in a single room next to him with a bored look on his face.
She regretted following Aslan to the highlands to attract enemies.
It was fine a few days ago, and I could still live in a tent. After the Ottoman Kingdom's trebuchets showed their power, they went directly underground. Occasionally, a huge boulder fell on the high ground, which could shake the underground headquarters to dust.
Because it was in public, Aslan did not dare to make too intimate moves with Duke Medea. Duke Medea tidied the bed just to make it more comfortable to sleep at night. She deeply understood what Aslan said.
Keep your beauty sleep in mind.
Adequate sleep is more effective than any beauty care.
"The Ottoman Kingdom has sent five divisions of 500,000 troops to monitor the border of the North Wind Prairie. Two of them have been confirmed to be attacking Windy City. Another division is responsible for monitoring the main camp of our army. The rest are already outside the highlands.
"Jedu personally reported their latest reconnaissance information to Aslan.
"And I also discovered a very critical piece of information. The high ground occupied by our army happens to be stuck on the supply line of the Ottoman Kingdom. If you want to bypass the high ground, you must spend ten more days on the journey."
After hearing the news, Aslan could no longer calm down and said with surprise on his face: "The plan will continue to be implemented. Let the unified army of the big camp set off tomorrow and go to the highlands to lure the Ottoman army there. I will eat it in one go.
These three troops."
Jie Du nodded and immediately turned around and left.
Aslan stood up and looked at the huge map behind him. He might have understood the Ottoman Kingdom's plan.
These 500,000 troops were actually just delaying the reinforcements of the United Army. The main force of the Ottoman Kingdom marched straight in, hoping to completely annihilate the grassland coalition forces and then use their absolute superiority to deal with the United Army.
The Ottoman Kingdom's plan was very good. They did not consider that if these five troops were killed by Aslan, the unified army could use this to attack the grassland coalition forces from front to back.
The Ottoman Kingdom will be trapped to death, and then the main force of the Ottoman Kingdom will be slowly worn out. Even if the 1.5 million troops stand and be killed by Aslan, it will take a long time, and the unified army will also have to pay a huge amount for this.
Casualties, after all, the number of troops equipped with thermal weapons did not exceed 4,000.
When Aslan was thinking about how to eat the two men in front of him, Lancelot looked strange and a letter came in.
"Master! It's from Otto." Lancelot presented the letter with both hands.
"Oh!" Aslan opened the letter and couldn't help laughing. It seemed that in the past few years, he had achieved remarkable results in infiltrating and spending money on the Ottoman Kingdom.
Not only did he attract several mentor-level experts to serve in Mero City, but he also supported several agents in the Ottoman Kingdom. Otto is now the deputy rider of the Kunkun tribe.
The letter said that tonight he would encourage several knights to lead mentor-level warriors to carry out beheading operations in the highlands, and asked Aslan to cooperate in killing the two knights. When he returned, he would integrate the two armies and launch a campaign to destroy the Ottoman Kingdom.
Partial force.
Aslan couldn't help laughing after reading this, and woke up Duke Medea who had just fallen asleep. Seeing the angry Duke Medea walking out in silk pajamas, Aslan's smile suddenly froze.
.
"Teacher, there is an enemy attack tonight."
Duke Medea nodded, returned to the room, changed into a fighting mage robe, and sat aside. His face was covered with frost, and everyone was panicked when he saw it.
Duke Medea woke up a little angry.
Near midnight, the magic phone on the table rang.
"Target appears!"
Aslan, who was originally drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes, and Duke Medea next to him had already fallen asleep, but the next moment his eyes burst out with a cold light.
"Kill them all?" Duke Medea said with murderous intent.
Aslan shook his head quickly and said the signal agreed with Otto.
"You can't kill a few of them with red strips of cloth tied around their thighs."
"oh."
Duke Medea stood up slowly, pulled the magic robe and tied it behind his back like a cloak. He pulled out a revolver from the outside of his white thighs in both hands, and stood majestically, ready to attack at any time.