Chapter 782 Chapter 781 Star Boundary Rip? Bah! Outdated! Come now
Chapter 782 781. Star Boundary Rip? Bah! Outdated! Now let’s do something more exciting-[1430]
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"Sorry, we tried to rescue them, but..."
At the Winter Wolf position in Baphomet Canyon, Colonel Frazier, who had retreated through the tunnel, was still wearing blood-stained armor, but he did not go to rest immediately, but instead took a folded broken Winter Wolf war flag.
He handed it over to Colonel Duke who was guarding the place with a solemn gesture.
The latter had an ominous premonition in his heart when he saw the flag being brought back by the Plantagenets.
After listening to Fraser's description, the body of the colonel, who was deeply trusted by General Baldwin, shook his head. He stared at the battle flag in front of him and said in a dumb voice:
"So, all our troops in Shadow Valley are gone. Where is Barsomyon? Is he dead too?"
"Colonel Barsomyan is not dead, but I guess his current state cannot be considered alive."
Fraser whispered:
"When we retreated, more than one officer saw Colonel Barsomyon fighting bravely on the position. The gnoll's sneak attack arrow knocked him down, but the vampire saved him, using the vampire's rescue method.
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In addition, there is a Nord force from Ice Bay performing a special mission. They should also be alive, but their evacuation direction in the retreat plan is not here."
"Blank!"
Colonel Duke cursed harshly.
This is the worst news.
It's even worse than the vanguard being attacked by kobolds and the whole army being annihilated. It's hard to imagine how desperate that irascible and pious guy Barsomyon must be after he discovers that he has become a vampire, and Colonel Duke sees nothing but
After all the troops except the vanguard of the Winter Wolf Legion had evacuated the valley, he couldn't help but have a dark suspicion that he shouldn't have in his heart.
Maybe my vanguard was used by these guys.
No!
The current battle situation is not the time to think about this.
The rational Colonel Duke threw this dark thought out of his mind. He looked beyond Fraser and looked further into the distance. In the tunnel that the silver dwarf had penetrated just a few days ago, a steady stream of soldiers were walking out of it.
Each of them was tired from the forced march, and it was impossible to fight again in such a state.
But they brought the ammunition and various medical supplies that are currently very needed in the Nordic position, as well as some of the Blood Eagle Claw rifles newly produced by the Transian Arsenal. The most important thing is that the thousands of people evacuated this time only need
A short rest can immediately replenish the position where the current situation is not optimistic.
Colonel Duke shook his head and said:
"Your soldiers can rest in the rear. The dwarf priests helped us build a bunker there, and our cooks can help, but I can only give you a maximum of 3 days of rest."
"enough."
Colonel Fraser hugged his battle helmet and said in a deep voice:
"Although the Jackals had just occupied the Shadow Valley, the large-scale counterattack launched by the Transians to cover the evacuation destroyed their camp. No matter how anxious Xugersen was, he could not immediately send those Jackals who also needed rest.
We still have some time, I would like to ask, how is the battle situation here?"
"It's still holding up so far."
Colonel Duke pointed to the position under his feet that had been shaped into a sloping terrain, and said:
"Just because you stick to Shadow Valley doesn't mean that we will spend our days leisurely here. In the past twenty-two days, we have defeated at least 17 attacks by the gnolls. They transferred the kobolds back to Shadow Valley, so that we did not suffer
There is a threat from the underground, but some of our positions have still fallen, but the rest have been reinforced.
Although we are indeed very tired, I believe that the gnolls on the opposite side have also become exhausted, and they will not be able to organize another attack in a short time."
"How many more of you are there?"
Colonel Fraser frowned and asked. Colonel Duke hesitated and said truthfully:
"About 3,200 people and more than 1,000 wounded soldiers were sent back to the Maginot Line."
"I remember when you first deployed there were 7,500 people."
The commander of the Plantagenet Kingdom exclaimed:
"Your casualties are too heavy. Maybe you should retreat to the Maginot Line now and leave this place to us to guard. Your situation is worse than ours."
"Give our position to the Plantagenets? No, don't even think about it!"
Colonel Duke frowned and refused:
"General Baldwin's order to us is to stay here until the reinforcement and renovation of the Crimean Fortress is completed. I have not received the general's order yet. I will not evacuate my position! Neither will my soldiers!"
This answer was full of the unreasonableness expected of a Yankee.
Colonel Fraser glanced at the several gallows behind the position. The corpses of the soldiers hanging on them were intact, which meant that those soldiers were not killed in battle.
Maybe a deserter?
The Winter Wolf Regiment, which has always been highly disciplined, had deserters, which showed that the situation on this position was not as "optimistic" as Colonel Duke said.
"Is it to wash away the shame?"
Fraser asked softly:
"Just because the Transians called you 'cowards'? No, that shouldn't be the case! Your Excellency Duke, you are here to face the Jackal forwards, fighting them seventeen times, and resisting the attack for twenty-two days.
No one can call you cowards.
The morale of your army is about to collapse now, you should lead them to retreat to the rear."
"I refuse! In the face of the Black Disaster, there are only Nords who died in battle, not those who collapsed!"
Colonel Duke once again rejected the suggestion with a cold face.
His gray-blue eyes glanced at the hills on the other side of the position. Over there was the famous "meat grinder" of Transia. Colonel Qin was leading a group of people's army cavalry to inspect the position. Over there was Transia.
In the human defense area, the number of gnoll bones discarded in front of their positions was no less than that of the Nords, and they were also processed in a more "artistic" way.
All the heads of the gnolls were chopped off and piled up on the left and right side of the position. The scarlet battle flag of Transia was planted on the "Tower of Skulls", as well as the heads of the gnolls strung together with broken spears and tied with the fluffy tails of the gnolls.
The weird "scepter" made by the artist is fluttering in the wind, looking both majestic and barbaric.
There are actually similar things on the Nordic positions.
Obviously this was the result of the Yankees "learning" from the Transians. The Yankee barbarians went even further, and some soldiers and officers even began to decorate their armor and weapons with processed gnoll skulls.
At first glance, the soldiers moving on the ground looked more like barbarians than the jackals opposite.
"You are really competing, right?"
Fraser sighed and said:
"The Scarlet Archon of the Transians once poignantly commented that violence is the peacock tail of us bad men. I now believe this statement.
Your Excellency Duke, there are immortal heroes in Transia, you cannot learn their lifeless tactics."
"Why not?"
Colonel Duke sneered and asked:
"We have everything those immortal heroes have!
It's just 'immortality', and it's not a mysterious thing in the field of psychic energy. We invited the psychic witches and grandmothers in the North to come to the battlefield to collect the living souls of those warriors. Maybe we will have one soon.
Belongs to our 'Winter Wolf Heroic Spirit'."
"You guys are really crazy!"
Seeing Colonel Duke say such things, Fraser knew that he could not persuade these crazy Yankees. He no longer wasted time, decisively said goodbye to Colonel Duke, and then took his guards with him.
Go to the bunker behind the position to rest with the commanders.
At this time, there are still eight days left before the 30-day deadline for the Transians to guard the Barren Mountain. With the Shadow Valley having fallen, the last eight days will definitely unfold in this area with the same imperfect terrain, and this time there are
position, so what will follow will be a more bloody position blocking battle.
However, while the Transians were going crazy, the stubborn Nords also took over. With both sides unable to evacuate, Colonel Fraser had no choice but to go crazy with them.
It's not just the Nords who are building their castles.
Frasier knew that at the border of the Cato region, the elite pioneers mobilized by Marshal Loren and the servants of the Wolfsbane Clan were also racing against time to reinforce the Dorold Fortress Group on the west bank of Lake Shurpers.
In other words, Colonel Fraser also had to buy time for the motherland behind him. What was even worse for the Plantagenets was that compared to the progress of the Maginot Line and the Crimean Fortress, they were already far behind.
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This means that once the Jackals are blocked from breaking through the Maginot Line, then with Hugerson's command ability, they will definitely march westward to invade Cato!
As the old saying goes, there really isn't much time left for Plantagenets.
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"Retreat? Why retreat!"
While the army in Shadow Valley retreated to the front line of Baphomet Canyon, Haas, the blood-scarred jackal warlord who had been confronting Colonel Duke here for more than twenty days, also received an order from Old Manson.
This made Warlord Hass very dissatisfied. With his arm still covered in rough bandages, he stood up, patted his weapon and roared:
"I know our damage is a bit heavy, but the Nords on the opposite side are exhausted! Even if they have reinforcements from Shadow Valley, it won't change the fact that we are gaining the upper hand.
The recovery speed of jackals is much stronger than that of humans. It only takes me three days to launch a more deadly attack on that damn defense line!
I only need three days!”
"You've wasted eight three days."
On the tiger-skin camp bed opposite Warlord Haas, the still somewhat frail old Manson controlled a body that did not belong to him. He said in a cold tone:
"When you set out, you confidently told me that you would break through the Nordic defenses before General Hugersen. You disdainfully commented that the Yankees were vulnerable, but what was the result?
Xu Gesen captured the Valley of Shadows despite such a huge disadvantage, making his reputation as the Chosen One deeply rooted in the hearts of every Jackal, but you were blocked here by the Nords and couldn't make any progress.
Yes! I know that the most elite Winter Wolf Legion of the Nords is on the opposite side, but is this the reason for you to fight such a bad battle? You have the largest number of hunting priests. I will hand over the elite of the Bloodscar Clan to you.
The Nords don't have more soldiers than you do, and they don't have enough artillery.
But it took you more than twenty days to attack such a position that is far simpler than Black Flame Pass.
The Bloodscar clan has been completely disgraced by you!
Now immediately take your soldiers and retreat at least thirty kilometers, and I will personally deal with the mess you left."
"Then what else do you want me to do?"
Warlord Hass is going crazy.
At this moment, it was so angry that it ignored the identity gap between it and Manson, and cursed:
"This is a war, Manson! This is not the damn witchcraft you psionicists are playing. The enemy's will to fight is very strong. The Winter Wolf Legion used to deal with the Western Barbarians in the northern wilderness, which were more powerful than the Jackals.
Fierce opponents, they are not afraid of us at all and have rich experience in fighting large creatures.
Pressure tactics are of no use to them, and fear tactics will only be eaten by them for breakfast!
It took me twenty days to wear down half of their military strength! Their soldiers are almost collapsed. I only need one attack to defeat that position. I don't need you to interfere with the command here, Mr. Manson!
You are just a hunting priest who serves the gods. You know nothing about marching and fighting. The victory Hugeson achieved was only achieved when you did not interfere with his command.
You are not a professional, so don’t try to do what a warlord should do for me!"
"Asshole!"
Old Manson didn't like hearing this.
what do you mean?
What do you mean I'm not good at fighting?
Are you just going around the corner and calling me stupid?
Why should I interfere with your command?
Bullshit!
Without the assistance of the Lord of Hunting, would you have been able to fight so smoothly?
A bunch of bastards who pick up the bowl to eat and then put the bowl down to curse!
Get out of here!
Next, watch me show you how to perform!
"Facts have proven that you governors cannot defeat the Transians, so it's time to try the psionic master's method."
Old Manson said coldly:
"We will discuss your conflict with the high-ranking priest after the war. Warlord Hass, now that you have been dismissed, take your clan and go to Shadow Valley to report to Warlord Xugesen."
"You can't do this! Manson."
Warlord Hass shouted:
"The advantage lies with us now. We just need to wait patiently, and the enemy will automatically reveal its weaknesses. We must be steady now! Don't rush in! Damn it, Manson, you will destroy our advantage. Don't be impulsive! Damn it!"
"Take this arrogant bastard down!"
Old Manson no longer wanted to hear the Husky bark.
It waved its hand, and two hunting elects stepped forward and drove the Hass Overseer away from the tent. Of course the Overseer was not happy, but the status of the priest in the Bloodscar clan was transcendent, and Chief Amot had indeed given Old Manson the power to dominate the front line.
The power, now that old guy wants to seize power, Warlord Hass has no way.
hateful!
It's obvious that it has pushed the face-hungry Nords to the brink of collapse, and it only needs one step.
"Humph, the annoying guy is finally gone."
Old Manson squinted his eyes and glanced at the quiet camp. He touched the rare object called "Planes Diamond" placed on his waist, and then called for the best hunting captain under the command of Warlord Hass.
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It asked:
"The dwarves dug tunnels nearby, right?"
"Yes, High Priest."
The hunting captain replied with fear:
"According to our scout reports, the Silver Dwarves have also dug a tunnel system under the Baphomet Canyon that is as complex as the Shadow Valley. They obviously intend to copy the Shadow Valley's tactics here."
"They have good intentions."
Manson shook his tail, which was a little paralyzed due to "stealing the body", and said in a sinister tone:
"Go and help me find a tunnel as fast as possible that can get close to the Nord defense line. The deeper, the better, and the faster, the better."
The hunting captain did not dare to neglect and immediately turned around to do something.
Old Manson called over the other warlords under Haas and gave them orders:
"Under the great guidance of the Lord of the Hunt, I am about to launch a terrifying spell to destroy the tunnels dug by the Transians at once. This spell will also have an unimaginable impact on the nearby ground.
Therefore, I ask you to retreat with your soldiers immediately.
The Transians have penetrated the tunnel. This is simply a blessing from God. Once my spell is successfully activated, you will immediately follow the tunnel back here. By then, the road to Transia will be completely clear.
That will be a miracle for us jackals to defeat the enemy! And the Lord of the Hunt will protect you and win every battle."
