Unglos' words made everyone including Werewolf Commander Mammert frown, because it would involuntarily remind people of the word 'total war'.

"With all due respect, Your Excellency, General. "If you want to have an 'all-out war' with the orcs, no one will support you, even your loyal ally, the Duchy of Suluk, must seriously consider that their already fragile country can withstand the pressure of all-out war. ”

"No, no, no," Angros shook his head, as if some nobleman in the Suker Plains was rejecting a courtship from a person of the same sex, "I never intended to expand this war, I just wanted to wipe out the two C-Banner Regiments that the Orcs were stationed in the northern part of Bywest Town. ”

"Shikan-Silveraxe is not a fool, your raid war is destined to turn into a great battle. Casey Fair frowned, "It's not a great note, if this decisive battle is lost, our entire front will collapse... By doing so, you are cutting off all our retreats. ”

"Maybe Shikan-Silver Axe let his two C-class flag regiments under our noses, even waiting for our army to attack. Coric pointed to the simulated battlefield in front of Beardtown, "Plains warfare is more advantageous for orcs, their warriors have almost endless physical strength to expend, and our soldiers will be exhausted in two hours at most. ”

"Don't always drive the battlefield in Biwesttown. Anglos pointed to the Kemir River and looked at the various camps behind the orcs, "Do you think the orcs will not hesitate to send an army of 100,000 for the sake of two C-class banner regiments?" he shrugged, "No commander would have made such a stupid decision. ”

As he spoke, he stepped forward and re-fiddled with the enemy markers on the map, "When our troops in Biwest Town raided the two orc banner regiments in front, with the usual style of Shikan-Silver Axe, he would definitely not rush to send reinforcements, he would definitely order his two banner regiments to hold on first, so as to wait for the situation on the entire battlefield to change." ”

"I say so... You agree. ”

Onglos looked at the other three, and when the three subconsciously nodded, he continued, "Then, things are clear... When the battle ahead of Beardtown entered a stalemate, the mixed corps of Fort Montella immediately advanced to the Orc West camp at the eastern entrance to the Selma Forest, in order to create a situation where the large army was overwhelmed. Saying this, he looked at Count Corridge, "I believe that the advantage of the mixed corps in jungle warfare will definitely be able to contain at least 30,000 orc warriors in the Western Battalion." ”

Coridge nodded subconsciously again, and when he realized that he had not yet agreed to this battle plan, Onglos continued: "The garrison of the Zephilo Prairie City-State Alliance will advance towards Crane City before the battle for Best Town begins, and at the same time, our garrison in the Brill Heights will advance to the front orc garrison camp when the grassland station is in a stalemate state, so as to contain its main force and not be able to reinforce Best Town. ”

The whip in Anglos' hand slashed at the battlefield where the two sides were fighting on the simulated map, "See, within two days, we can keep this hundred-mile-long front in a state of battle at the same time, and at that time, Shikan-Silveraxe will consider the gain or loss of supporting Best Town." ”

"But it's impossible for us to wipe out the orcs with 30,000 men. "And even if we succeed, it won't mean much, because there are still hundreds of thousands of troops in the hands of Shikan-Silveraxe, and they will continue to attack the Klan Territory and continue this battle, and the price we pay for this is no less than that of the orcs." ”

Baron Caseffel followed, "I completely agree with Count Corridge that we don't have to do this. ”

"You shouldn't be thinking about this from your point of view, both of you. "You should look at this plan as a coalition officer, from the perspective of the entire battle of the Crane Territory. He pointed to Crane City, "When the war is stalemate ahead, I will let the main force garrisoned in Crane City and the two legions reinforced by the Tephilo Grassland rush to the flank of Harvest as quickly as possible to encircle and annihilate the two banner regiments of the orcs." ”

"At that time, if the main force of the orcs on the banks of the Kamir River intends to reinforce the war ahead..."A cold killing intent appeared on Onglos's handsome face, "Then, we will take the initiative in front of the orcs!"

The elven general didn't give the others a chance to speak this time, he leaned over and quickly deduced the changes in the battle situation on the map, and said: "First of all, when the steppe war is over, our nearly 100,000 army in front of the town of Bivest will immediately advance northward, and the garrison that oppresses the western camp of the orcs will be forced to retreat, and then quickly occupy all the dangerous areas east of the Selma Forest..."

With a strong sense of confidence on his face, "At the same time, the elite troops of the Brill Heights attacked on all fronts, frantically attacking the Orcs in the garrison camp area of Brill Mountain... When the war actually starts, I will send two elven ranger troops from the two outposts to reinforce the Brill Heights, so that the orcs on this front will not be able to send a single soldier to reinforce other battlefields. ”

"In this way, we will have to use almost all the forces at our disposal. Werewolf Commander Maimert expressed his opinion for the first time, "However, the orcs will have to send their main force south to bring a decisive battle against us in the eastern mountain woodlands of the Selma Forest. ”

"We've gone from being defensive to offensive?" Count Coridge turned his mind around and began to consider the feasibility of the plan.

"Yes, and the location of the decisive battle is up to us. "Even if we lose the war in the Eastern Forest, we can retreat to Best Town, and the Brill Heights defense line will not be lost because of this. ”

"But as long as we win, this damn war will end early, and the orcs will not be able to invade the Kirklan Territory for the next twenty years!" he looked around at the three, "It's a good plan, isn't it?"

"Yes, a good plan. Caseifell nodded, then added, "At least on the surface, it's good... But war is fraught with uncertainty..."

"I know the uncertainty of war, and I know what it means once it starts. As the Supreme Commander of the Joint Command, Onglos' patience was almost exhausted, and he pointed to the main camp of the Orc Shikan-Silver Axe on the map and said:

"Shikan-Silver Axe has unified the entire orc tribe, and someone has said before that the unified orcs will rule the entire Elan continent... Therefore, we must seize every opportunity to weaken the strength of the orcs, and we must not let go of the slightest bit. ”

"In that case, let's get started. Werewolf Mamut shook his wolf's head, "Let's hurry up and end this war, so that I can have a good vacation when summer comes." ”

"You are the Supreme Commander, Your Excellency General. Count Coridge suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Kesifel frowned and forcibly stretched out, as a nobleman who had lost his homeland, he had long been accustomed to how to put himself in the right position, and when the elven general's gaze fell on him, he immediately said, "I wait for your order, Your Excellency. ”

"Very well!" Angros smiled gracefully, "it seems that we are on the same page. ”

After saying that, his face instantly became indifferent, his eyes fell on Baron Caseifell, and he said in a commanding tone: "From now on, you will be the commander of the Brill Heights coalition forces, responsible for commanding the Battle of Brill Heights and completing the established plan of the command. ”

"It is my pleasure, Your Excellency. Caseifel was shocked, and quickly buried her head in front of her chest to hide the uncontrollable excitement and a little fear at the moment.

Brill Heights, the battlefield of Caseifell three years ago!

"Count Corridge, you will represent the Joint Command as the battlefield coordinator for the Battle of Best Town, and give the order to attack in my place. Anglos said this with a consultative connotation, he had indeed learned how to get along with humans in the recent period, thanks to the fact that his long life had made him as plain as water.

"Your orders will be accurately communicated to every corner of the army, this is my assurance. Count Corridge solemnly patted his chest and assured.

"I have a hunch that we will have a good cooperation in the future. Ungros's tone suddenly became pleasant, and he used the word 'cooperation' to describe their relationship, much to the other three's unconsciously happy mood.

"So, now let's let the lads from the Operations Division come in, we need to make a more detailed plan. ”

...

On April 21, at half past three in the morning, it was not yet dawn.

A light spring rain fell over the town of Cranlingbevil, causing the temperature that had risen slightly to fluctuate around zero again.

Under the night sky, outside the gates of the northern part of the town, it was extremely dark, and human soldiers in cotton clothes and chain mail held their spears and leaned silently together, spitting out ice-white air to show the cold they were now enduring now.

In front of the group, five thousand werewolf soldiers, dressed in armor made of chain mail and iron armor pieces interlaced with each other, lined up in three rows to defend against the north wind.

On the vast flat ground flanked ahead, a thunderous sound rang out, and the neighing of horses and the whispered roars of soldiers indicated that it was a large cavalry force.

Count Corridge wore a thick cotton-wrapped armor and a general's helmet inlaid with red velvet, and a black fluffy cloak draped over his shoulders to show his majesty.

"Whew"

The cold wind drove the nearby battle flags to fly...

At this moment, Coric and his personal escort were on a towering tower on the eastern outskirts of the town, and with the help of the mage, he could see a large army ready to attack under the darkness around him.

"Let the werewolf vanguard set out and tell their commander not to make a sound. Count Corridge pulled out his magic clock, and it showed that it was four o'clock in the morning.

There are no trumpets, no shouting orders,

The huge army silently plunged headlong into the dark night sky farther away.

Two hours later,

At six o'clock in the morning, it was still not dawn, and the frontline guard tower of the steppe orcs north of Beardtown had just finished changing shifts, enjoying breakfast and the delicious broth that was piping hot in winter.

The sudden whistle of "beep", like a thunderstorm on a sunny day, shook all the front-line guard towers in the entire small grassland.

The delicious broth tossed to the ground as the warriors ran back and forth,

Gone are the laughter of conversation and the warmth of the thick animal skins against the cold wind, replaced by muffled military orders and the hideous glow of the repulsion horse.

"Whoosh!

At the same time as several sounds of breaking the sky sounded, the orc warriors deployed in front of the sentry tower fell to the ground, and the crimson blood was especially eye-catching in the firelight.

"Prepare to defend yourself against the enemy!" the orc officer cursed in a low voice, "Damn the patrol, the enemy didn't raise the alarm until they hit the door!"

As soon as the officer's voice landed, his face changed... Nervousness, followed by fear, and finally despair.

Less than a minute after the whistle sounded, while the orc outposts were busy arranged, the surrounding darkness of the night was like stars falling to the ground, and the dense firelight covered all the areas at the southern end of the grassland in the blink of an eye.

Under the firelight, there were spears and axes like a forest, as well as a pair of cold eyes with murderous intent.

Werewolf warriors as tall as the orcs were the first to charge with a speed like the wind, and their steel claws quickly tore through the defense line of the orc's guard tower at the front of the steppe under the attack of their arms nearly one and a half meters long.

At the same time, seven thousand Twak light horsemen were rushing towards the northern part of the steppe, sweeping all the orc forward defenses on the steppe.

Two hours later,

The main force of the coalition forces in the town of Best arrived on the outskirts of the orc camp in the steppe.

After five hours of fighting on the grass with nearly 60,000 troops on both sides, the two orc banner regiments first withdrew to their camp due to the lack of wolf cavalry, while the army of the Klan City Alliance followed outside the orc camp and cursed for half an hour, then retreated ten miles back and began to set up camp.

Two hours later,

What happened in the steppes north of the town of Bivest was known to Fang, the commander-in-chief of the right wing of the Western Battalion.

Poisonfang was surprised when he got the news, if it weren't for the natal power of the two banner commanders on the intelligence, he even thought it was an enemy trap.

After thinking about it for a while, he did not immediately send reinforcements to defeat the invading coalition army, because the steppe camp had two flag regiments, and the number of enemy troops reported by the two flag commanders was only two regiments. Therefore, he first cautiously sent scouts to investigate the surrounding enemy situation, and at the same time, sent letters to inquire about the situation in Brill Heights and the town of Benson, and took the initiative to ask for help from the Khan King Shikan-Silveraxe.

That evening,

Messages came back from Camp Brill Heights and the town of Banson that everything was normal, and the scouts sent out did not detect unusual troop movements in the surrounding area.

The main battalion's Shikan-Silver Axe replied to him with a simpler message: end the war on the steppe within five days, and avoid expanding the scale of the war.