At four o'clock in the morning of the 19th,

The nearly twenty-hour war in the Cove Woodlands continued, with nearly 10,000 soldiers killed on each side on various battlefields during the past few years.

...

On the western flank of the hilly defensive line, Sir Bowenright and his Overseers stayed up all night patrolling the various wards to make sure no soldiers were dozing.

During the daytime battle, Sir Bowenwright was caught off guard by the Orcs... On the forward line, the old knight was attacked by a stormtroop of orcs with berserkers and priests, breaking through two lines in less than an hour.

In the end, Sir Bowenright paid the lives of two soldiers in the Sector to stabilize his position.

This battle has taught Sir Bowenright that his enemies are desperate, and that he is now fighting a group of madmen... On the premise that there is no absolute superiority in forces, only a madman will make the decision to storm three fronts at the same time.

Five hours ago,

After Pedy's herald brought the news that the orcs were gathering heavy troops, Bowenwright never went to the front, and he would not allow himself to be so embarrassed by the defeat again.

But the old sir's caution seems to be a little redundant...

Because in these five hours, although the orc attack was still fierce, it did not change significantly, and the soldiers of Kru could rely on a good geographical advantage, which made the orc troops advance less than two hundred meters during this time.

Everything seems to be stabilizing,

This should be followed by the normal confrontation phase.

However, Sir Bowenright did not relax for a moment, and he kept telling himself that his opponent was a madman... Since he is a madman, he can do anything.

After two o'clock in the evening, Sir Bowenright always liked to look up at the faint moon in the sky, for the snow was beginning to dance again, and it was showing signs of getting heavier... This was not a good thing, most of the soldiers under his command were recruited from the eastern coast of the empire, and these soldiers had little resistance to the cold and lacked experience in fighting in the snow.

But the orcs live with cold and hunger all year round!

"What time is it?" said the old knight as he led the Overseer to a campfire, and he couldn't help scooping a spoonful of hot soup from the iron pot on the campfire with a spoon placed next to him, and asked the lieutenant Knight Grofilro what time it was.

"A quarter past four, my lord. Knight Grofilo replied earnestly.

"Take it easy, young man. The old knight felt the nervousness of his lieutenant, or the officers and soldiers in the entire defense area, and he glanced at the soldiers gathered around the campfire, "Relax too, the orcs have no hope of victory, and we will have peace for a long time after this war." ”

As he spoke, the old sir drank the hot soup from the spoon, and then praised, "It tastes good, better than the soup made by the cook in my manor." ”

"If that's true, you're a wretched, old sir. The veteran, who knew Sir Bowenwright's character, laughed and teased.

Sir Bowenright laughed at the 'haha', "I don't feel sorry for me, for my cook is my wife, and although the soup she makes is a little unpalatable, it is a very special feeling to be able to taste the familiar taste after the war." ”

A soldier born as a fisherman immediately coaxed: "I began to miss the kombu soup in my hometown, and of course, the umami of the sea fish." ”

"It's nice to have tea with bread soup. One officer began to retort: "I saw that the local workers in Twak only had one meal a day, and they still ate black bread with sawdust. "He wanted to remind the soldiers that they should know how to be content.

"We are fighting for them, and without us, those Twaks would have been slaughtered by the orcs. The veteran muttered dissatisfied, and then looked at Sir Bowenwright with interest: "Old sir, what does Baron Pedy eat?"

"I rarely see the baron eating, he is almost too busy to eat. Sir Bowenright replied cleverly, "Perhaps he will have to eat bread that is hard frozen, for he has no time to make bread as soft as you do." ”

"Oh, our Lord Baron is pathetic. Although the old soldier knew that the old sir's words could not be believed, he could not help fantasizing about the scene of the commandant munching on the hard bread wrapped in ice, and he couldn't help laughing when he thought about it, and when he had finished laughing, he poured a pot of hot soup with breadcrumbs in an iron pot with his own kettle, and shouted in the direction of Pedi to the east, "To our Baron Pedi." ”

"To Baron Pedi. The surrounding soldiers immediately followed suit.

...

Sir Bowenright did not linger in one place for long, he made a round and then returned to the command post with a great view, and when his chief of staff, Baron Pruitt, appeared before him, he immediately asked, "Is there any news from Baron Pedy?"

"Nope..."

Sir Bowenwright was stunned, and before his chief of staff finished speaking, he continued to ask, "When did Baron Pedy say that he would send detailed information on the movement of the orc army?"

"Before half past three. Baron Prut shrugged, "It seems that our Baron's tens of thousands of gold coins were thrown into the toilet, and his MI is still as bad as ever." ”

"Now is not the time to laugh. Sir Bowenright frowned, and said, "There are still three hours until dawn... Our soldiers had been fighting for more than fifteen hours, and most of them were in a state of exhaustion when I was patrolling the line just now, and if I were the orc commander, I would have launched a surprise attack during this time. ”

"Yes, these orcs have a limited amount of time. "But we don't know where our enemy will attack, maybe it's the Earl of Bane's line, it's the line of Baron Pedi himself, and of course it's ours... It's more likely that you'll storm three lines at once, and then attack one by surprise, as you did during the day. ”

"So, what about your opinion?"

"Gather our reserves and strengthen patrols in the various defense areas. Pruitt shrugged.

Sir Bowenright nodded, his gaze involuntarily moving to the detailed defense map in the command post.

After more than ten seconds, the old knight said: "What do you think if you withdraw the defense line back five hundred meters?"

"Oh?" Baron Prut looked at the map suspiciously, and after a few seconds his eyes lit up and said, "You want to retreat to the fortress area?" and then he frowned again, "But now that the battle situation is stable, if you retreat rashly, it will definitely hurt morale." ”

"Then fight and retreat. Sir Bowenright decided, "You go and prepare now, and move all the necessary military equipment to the fort area." ”

"Knock"

"Knock"

Just as Prut was about to take the order, the war drums of the orcs on the battlefield suddenly became louder.

"The orcs have stepped up their attack?" Baron Prut glared.

"Hurry up and arrange my order!" Bowenwright tapped his finger on the soft armor on the chief of staff, and then walked to the tower next to the command post at great speed.

I saw that countless torches appeared as if out of thin air under the dark night sky, and at this moment they were moving at the fastest speed, impacting the most important forward defense areas of the hilly highlands defense line where Sir Bowenlight was stationed.

At the same time, the meteor-like rolling stones that had been dormant in the sky for almost three hours struck again.

"I want a detailed military report, and get it to me in ten minutes!" shouted Sir Bowenright to his lieutenant.

...

Ten minutes later, not only did the Knights of Grofet bring back detailed military reports from the front, but also military reports came from both the central and eastern lines.

After comparing the three military reports for a few minutes, Bowenwright stared at him, and immediately shouted to the herald below the command post beside him: "Let the first soldier be broken, and the rest of the troops will all retreat to the fort defense area!"

An hour later,

Bowenley's staff told him that the enemy in front of him had two wings of the vanguard alone, led by at least one squadron of berserkers.

"It seems that the orcs have taken us here as the main direction of attack!" the chief of staff, Baron Prut, smiled bitterly.

Sir Bowenright was stunned, "Do they really want to retake Fort Tulbuk?"

Before this, the old knight once thought that most of the orcs would attack Earl Bane's headquarters, because as long as Earl Bane's eastern front was torn apart, the orcs could quickly intersperse and leave in the gap between the Third Legion and the Eleventh Legion, and then go to rescue the Orc Seventh Banner Regiment that was surrounded hundreds of miles away.

Baron Prut said solemnly: "I don't know what the orcs think, but reality tells me that our defense area will become the main battlefield of this battle. ”

"Immediately ask Baron Pedi for reinforcements. Bowenwright reacted.

"A magic message has been sent. ”

"Squeak"

At this time, the old knight's aide-de-camp, Knight Grofit, walked in quickly in the snow, holding a military newspaper that had just been declassified...

"Baron Pedi's reply?" asked Pruitt.

The young knight nodded, looked at the old knight, and said, "Baron Pedi orders, let us hold out until twelve o'clock tomorrow noon." ”

"What about reinforcements?" shouted Baron Pruitt, who could no longer maintain the grace of a nobleman.

"No reinforcements!"