To the north is the open Oder Plain. The Oder and Paton rivers have washed out this river plain sedimentary belt. The north of the narrow valley plain has been affected by the ever-changing forces of chaos, forming a barren land.
The Patton Wilderness is almost flat, which is very conducive to the deployment of the army.
To the east and south of Mintai Castle are the large forests between Mintai-Paris-Savlund. This vast forest is called the East Mintai Forest. There are two roads passing through the middle of the forest.
Connecting to Mintaborg. One of the avenues passes through Gers Ferry, while the other connects the only satellite town south of Mintaborg, Horta.
Duke Golan-Elsen reached out and clicked on this town on the map. The Tonigel people resisted fiercely here. The person who directed the attack here was the deputy commander of the last northern noble coalition, a member of the Marquis of Balta.
The deputy is also a very famous knight commander in the White Lion Army. The troops at his disposal include the defected Royal Knights and an army of nearly two thousand nobles. However, the Tonigur people stationed here insist on defending the small town.
The town did not allow this noble commander to capture this place for nearly half an hour - it is said that the White Lion Knights formed by the son of the sword master on the other side was indeed well-deserved.
However, he has entrusted the wizards of the Buga people to go to support him. Although the news has not been sent back yet, he will surely succeed in one fell swoop soon. After all, there are neither witches nor hateful druids there. The Mintai Castle has been cut off.
After finding a way out, it can be regarded as a relief for him. In any case, this large-scale plan is more than half completed.
But things often backfire.
Just as Duke Golan-Elsen put down the map in his hand, a noble knight came towards him and shouted to him in a panic: "Sir, we have lost contact in the direction of Horta!"
"What's going on?" The Duke's heart suddenly jumped. The uneasy premonition in his heart seemed to be fulfilled at this moment, and he quickly asked.
"It's not clear yet, sir. The first news is that a sword master belonging to the royal camp appeared in the direction of Horta. Not long after, our communication with that direction was cut off."
"Juggernaut?"
Golan Elson silently speculated in his mind which of the sword masters loyal to the Corcova royal family would suddenly appear in this place. However, a mere sword master is not enough.
I wonder how one person can affect the entire war situation. In any case, it will only be the northern nobles' army that suffers in the end.
However, for the sake of safety, he still asked: "Have scouts been sent to confirm the situation?"
"Already dispatched."
"Which of our troops is closest to Horta?"
"I don't know, but it seems that the army from Blackwater Bay captured a village called Emden nearby."
"Oh, that's Baron Godham and his knights." Duke Golan-Elsen nodded: "Let them go to Horta to have a look, and then send a cavalry team from the third column of the Southern Army.
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"Understood, sir."
Grand Duke Golan-Elson watched his knights leave. He rolled up the map and put it in the map box aside. He couldn't help but sigh, closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead with his hands. This was not his first time on the battlefield -
- In the past half century, there has been almost no day without fighting in Eruin. Between nobles and nobles, between nobles and mountain people, between Eruin people and the undead of Madara, battles of all sizes occur every month.
Played on the land of this ancient kingdom, he went to the battlefield for the first time with the old Grand Duke Golan-Elsen at the age of fourteen, and he was already a qualified military noble at the age of sixteen.
He even participated in the Second Holy War. Although he did not experience the most dangerous wars, he had more or less experience. He could be regarded as experienced in hundreds of battles. Duke Golan-Elsen knew a war very well in his heart.
It is impossible for everything in the war to go as planned. Only those who have never actually commanded a battle will naively think that the war is carried out step by step and according to the plan. Whoever has a more comprehensive plan will win.
But the truth is far from that. For those who are familiar with war, a real war is more like a big adventure of luck. Especially on such a huge battlefield with a depth of more than ten kilometers. The two sides participating in the war are almost two.
The side with a black eye, the ability to control the sky, and superior wizard strength may be slightly better, but inefficient orders and the speed of military response will make the original plan full of mistakes.
When it comes to the battlefield, it’s not so much about comparing who has a more comprehensive plan. It’s about comparing who is luckier and makes fewer mistakes. If one party makes an unforgivable mistake in a battle, then the outcome of the war will be
The balance often tilts because of this. And this kind of mistake is often unavoidable. Sometimes both sides in a war will make multiple repeated mistakes over and over again, and in the end a battle will be decided according to Martha's will.
of victory.
For now, although there are more or less unexpected situations on the battlefield, like the situation with Orta, they are still within the acceptable range. The Buga people's plan is very clever.
Except for the part where the executor is the Southern noble, all other parts of the plan are perfectly reproduced.
Everything was moving in the right direction, but Grand Duke Golan-Elsen always felt uneasy and felt that he had missed something. He reopened his eyes with some irritability and stood up from the table.
He started pacing back and forth in place.
He highly praised the efficient execution of the Bugas - it is said that the White Lion Guard commanded by the descendant of Darus once showed such a level, but Duke Golan-Elsen scorned it. At least for now.
In this battle, the opponent did not show such a level, although their personal tactical qualities and strength were indeed far superior to those of Eruin's domestic counterparts.
The gap between the two is so obvious, so where does my worry come from?
Grand Duke Golan-Elson himself couldn't figure this out. He walked back to the table, picked up his pipe, and seemed ready to light a pipe of tobacco. But in his irritated mood, he really didn't have the patience to complete the detailed task of loading tobacco and lighting a fire.
After doing the work, he put the pipe down again.
Then he heard footsteps outside the tent and understood that the knights sent out before had finally left and returned.
The Duke finally couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart. He opened the curtain of the tent and asked eagerly: "What's wrong? Have you figured out what went wrong in the direction of Horta?"
He suddenly stopped talking.
He saw that his knight was pale, holding a flat helmet in his hands, standing in front of him tremblingly. The dark helmet looked like a common knight's faceplate in the south, and it was stained with blood.
"What's wrong?"
Archduke Golan-Elson looked calm, and his hazel eyes in his deep-set eyes were staring at the helmet.
"My lord...Baron Goldham, he..."
"What's up with him?"
"Lord Baron... He has died for his country, and his knights... This is the news from Buga's wizards..."
"What's going on?" The Duke suppressed the anger in his voice and asked in a deep voice: "Aren't they north of Horta? Did they attack without permission before they got my order?"
The knight's Adam's apple rolled and he couldn't say a word.
"How's Horta doing?"
"Sir, Horta has been taken back by the Tonigels, and no one has escaped. The Tonigels have launched a counterattack, and they have crossed Emden..."
"Gedham and his men are all cavalry, how come no one of them escaped?" Although Duke Golan-Elsen was not angry yet, his calm tone was enough to silence his knights.
He gingerly handed over the helmet in his hand and replied:
"Sir, this is the relic of Baron Godham brought back by the Buga people..."
Duke Golan-Elsen threw away the knight's helmet in disgust, and the bloody helmet fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping.
He finally said angrily: "What do I need this damn thing for? By the way, where are the Buga people? Didn't they make it in time?"
The knight almost buried his head on the ground.
"Sir, the adults in Buga have also suffered losses. They are gathering manpower to encircle the Tonigel people in the direction..."
"Great, how much longer do they need?"
"this……"
"I knew these damn guys were unreliable at all," Duke Golan-Elsen turned around and walked back to the tent, angrily sweeping the things on the table to the floor, making a loud clanking noise.
"Tell me. How big is the Tonigel army, what is its composition, where did they get into our encirclement, how many wizards do they have, and where is their attack direction?"
"Sir..." the knight hesitated: "We haven't figured out who they are yet. Some people say that they were the White Lion Guards who were originally stationed in Horta, but we don't know where they came from.
Those who invaded our encirclement, they... they don't seem to have wizards..."
"There is no wizard, this is nonsense!"
Duke Golan-Elsen said angrily: "Without wizards, how could they have wiped out the entire army of Baron Godham and his knights, and how could they have caused the Buga people to suffer such a big loss? Did this army come from
In the direction of Schavlund?”
"My lord, no," the knight immediately replied: "The direction of Safrund is still calm. There is no problem with our manpower stationed in that direction. We will contact that direction every five minutes."
"Very good," Duke Golan-Elsen breathed out: "What about this army? They left Horta and attacked Emden. Where are they going next? Is it Mintai Castle?
