As Ron entered the field with his infantry, and Quill and Kerry respectively led their armies of flying bears, tigers and leopards, the battle was actually coming to an end.
They just rushed in to make up for the damage. After all, there were only so many cavalry. They could defeat these migrating ogre tribes in groups, but if they really wanted to kill them all, there were still some that they couldn't defeat. They had to rely on this last step.
Group infantry to complete the sorting.
The Tiger and Leopard Army and the Flying Bear Army actually do not have enough troops at the moment. In previous battles, the loss rate was between 20% and 30%, and it is impossible to replenish them in the wilderness.
It stands to reason that it would be difficult for an army to maintain morale and combat effectiveness without a period of rest and replenishment after experiencing a 20-30% loss. However, the morale and resilience of Richard's army are already higher than those of the army of this era.
Quite a few, although the losses this time were huge, they were a victory-defying army. They had not experienced many defeats and their morale was always low, so they dared to use it like this.
"kill!"
The enthusiasm of the soldiers was quite high, and they speeded up the pace unconsciously without being urged by the officers. After all, the ogres, enemies with high military merit, basically had no ability to resist at this time, and most of them were dispersed.
No matter how strong the sporadic ogres are, they can't compete with the organized human army that goes into battle. This is simply a waste of military success.
On the flat ground in the middle of the wilderness, there were endless sounds of killing, and the lighting fire almost illuminated half of the night sky. Relatively small and frail humans were chasing ogres who were much stronger and bigger than them. The scene looked a bit funny.
Compared to the shouting human warriors chasing the ogres on the plain, there were still a large group of humans huddled and trembling in the darkness in a dark stone house and shack, listening to the sounds of fighting outside but not daring to make any move.
"Uncle Tom, it seems that the ogres and kobolds outside are gone?"
In the darkness, a young man seemed to notice something, and he was a little ready to get up and explore something.
"Don't go out! It's dangerous outside."
However, before the young man could get up, he was pulled back by the middle-aged man on the side.
"However, there should be no ogres guarding the outside, so we can probably take the opportunity to escape."
"Where do you want to escape to in this wilderness?"
Compared to the impatient young man, Old Tom obviously has many more ideas. He can also hear clearly what is going on outside.
Originally, they, the captured craftsmen, could not go out easily. According to the rules set by the ogres, they made weapons and armors for the ogres in this workshop composed of stone houses and shanties. Their safety was guaranteed.
This area was most likely killed by ogres and used as food reserves.
Now the ogre craftsmen and guards in the workshop have disappeared. Coupled with the movement outside, it is obvious that something has happened. It sounds like an army is coming.
However, in Old Tom's opinion, it was not appropriate to move around at this time. Even if he ran out during the chaos, would he still be able to escape hundreds of miles into the wilderness and return to the Northland?
"boom!"
"ah!"
Just when everyone was frightened, the simple and rough door of the stone house was pushed open hard, causing everyone who was already in fear to unconsciously scream in surprise.
But the next scene made everyone feel at ease. The person who opened the door held a torch in his hand. Through the torch, it could be seen that it was a human soldier wearing armor, not a vicious ogre.
"Tap, step, step..."
More human warriors filed in later, and some crossbowmen quickly seized key positions and were on alert.
"Don't move around, just squat on the ground!"
The human soldiers who came in were not very gentle. The smell of blood from the Flying Bear Army soldiers who had just fought had not dissipated. Many of them had bright red blood stains on their blue and white cloth armors, which looked particularly special.
ferocious.
These human beings, who had been captured by the ogres, were already in panic, so they were naturally very obedient to the soldiers who suddenly came in. They squatted on the ground obediently and did not dare to move.
"Sir, no ogres have been found in this place. They seem to be all humans."
"Oh shit."
The leader of the troops was a capital commander. He fully thought that there might be many ogres hiding in this area to enrich his military exploits. He was fully prepared. Unexpectedly, when he came in, he found that they were all humans. He couldn't help but cursed.
.
In fact, the significance of bringing these humans back is much greater than that of chopping off the heads of a few more ogres. But who calls him a pure martial artist? What he cares more about is how to obtain more military exploits.
But now that the matter was over, he couldn't ignore these people. After confirming that there were no ogres, he simply called for personal questioning.
"Who are you?"
"Sir, we were all kidnapped by the ogres a few months ago. Please take us home."
"Please, sir, take us home!"
As soon as the person who was called out for questioning said the word "go home," the people below who had been shrinking couldn't help shouting, "Who doesn't want to leave here and return to the human world?"
"Stop, stop, stop!"
"What are you doing here?"
…
After questioning, the commander probably understood the situation. After understanding it, he was not happy with these people. In his opinion, these people actually helped the ogres to build weapons, armors, and siege equipment.
He was simply collaborating with the enemy. Fortunately, he was not a brainless and violent person. Although he was angry, he was not enough to issue some irreversible orders. He only had people report the situation here.
…
The morning light first appeared, after a night of fighting, everyone should have been exhausted, but the Chinese army tent in Richard was quite lively.
"Master Richard, we have gained a lot this time!"
"Yes, there are millions of livestock alone."
"If all these livestock are sold to the royal capital, they can be exchanged for hundreds of thousands of gold."
In Richard's camp, many senior officers sat together, excitedly discussing the gains from this battle.
The center of the wilderness was the fundamental place chosen by Grugesh. It was rich in water and grass, so it was not surprising that it could raise so many livestock. Most of the livestock were cattle and sheep, which were used for slaughtering for meat, and there were also some large beasts of burden.
It is a pity that although the ogres belong to a nomadic civilization, they rarely raise horses. They mainly rely on pack animals for migration. Most of the horses as mounts cannot bear the weight of the ogres and cannot be ridden. They are not as good as meat.
Cattle and sheep meant that there were no horses available in the vast wilderness.
But even so, it is definitely a rich harvest. It cannot be sold for hundreds of thousands of gold. Let alone whether so many livestock can be transported to the central plain for sale. Just such a large amount of goods can be put into the market.
, the price is estimated to have plummeted,
But the Hunter family itself has a need for these beef and mutton to improve the lives of the soldiers, and the meat consumed by Richard's royal griffons is also huge. With this harvest, at least for a long time, Richard
You no longer have to worry about meat supplies, and you save a lot of money.
…
"Lord Richard, our army discovered a large number of humans abducted by ogres during the cleanup process."
"how many people?"
"At least 50,000 to 60,000 people."
Just when everyone was excited about this harvest, Richard heard another good news.
Fifty or sixty thousand people are not a small number. Moreover, there are a large number of craftsmen among these living humans. No matter how good they are, they are still young and strong people who can work. They directly supplement the population of the territory and make the Demon Suppression City a lot more lively, let alone
There are a large number of craftsmen. To a certain extent, the significance of harvesting the tens of thousands of people captured by the ogres is far greater than the significance of the millions of livestock.
"Give them some food and take good care of them."
"Yes, sir."
Richard's thoughts are not as superficial as those of ordinary officers. In his opinion, these craftsmen working for the ogres are a last resort. With the knife on their neck, there is no right or wrong. Now these people are in his hands.
It is a valuable asset, so it must be taken care of.
What? You said these people were snatched from other lords in the North? Sorry, since I, Richard, rescued them, they are members of the Hunter family. It is still impossible to return them. I have never brought them back in this life.
