Crane City, perhaps because of the change of seasons, is always surrounded by fine light rain in the sky after entering May, so that the temperature of the whole city cannot be warmed up.

The tension in the bunker fortress built by the orcs since the start of the war on the 22nd of last month has slowly eased due to the increasing success of the front. Even, many werewolves and dark elf soldiers in the Misha Kingdom are already discussing their next vacation plans.

In the Allied High Command, Supreme Commander Onglos is in a separate office, and an elven general who likes to make decisions on his own is in a daze with a small military map, thinking about the ongoing war.

The desk beside him was piled up with good news from the front.

But the elven general didn't even look at the good news, and the most he read was the military reports about the orcs deploying troops in the last ten days.

In fact, this war is fought as it is now, and it is not satisfactory for Anglos. At least, he was very dissatisfied with the outcome of the war in the surrounding area of the Orc West Camp, and in his original plan, all the garrisons of the Orc West Camp at this moment should have been forced to retreat.

But the reality is that the main battalion of orcs unexpectedly sent a whole five banner regiments to hoard the narrow defense line in the eastern area of the Selma Forest, blocking the plan of the coalition forces to capture the hilly area east of the Selman Forest.

What made Angalos even more strange was that since five flag regiments had been reinforced, why did he choose to hold on, instead of organizing troops to attack the blockade line in the northern part of the steppe and reinforce the two flag regiments that were besieged in the steppe camp?

"Hold on..."Anglos's finger lightly tapped the western camp on the map, and whispered, "Could it be that the orcs are really planning to retreat?"

Although the elven general had hundreds of years of knowledge in his head, he was confident in everything, but he was still puzzled by what the orcs were doing. His eyes searched the map for anything that might happen, and he asked himself as if he were doing some kind of learning: "Or are they looking for another warplane?"

"Another warplane?" Unglos' gaze subconsciously moved back and forth between the Western Camp and the Brill Heights on the map, and after a long while, he walked over to his desk and picked up the latest information about the orcs deploying troops.

All the information went through Onglos's head again, but still nothing. In desperation, he could only walk to the map again and stare at the map...

On the map, the steppe war at this moment is not as fierce as it was at the end of the month.

Because of the increase in the Orc West Battalion, the coalition forces surrounding the grassland camp had to divide their troops, and sent most of the elite to the northern blockade line to confront the five Orcs in the West Camp. As a result, the current forces of the coalition army on the steppe can only barely maintain the encirclement, and are not capable of launching an attack.

"The siege has been going on for two days," Onglos muttered to himself, "If the intelligence is correct, the supply of these two orc banners will soon be exhausted." He pointed to the grassland battlefield, "The breakthrough will also happen in the next day or two." ”

"Where are you going to break through?" Angros swiped his leather-gloved fingers across the map, "West Battalion? No, this is tantamount to killing yourself... It seems like there's only one way to go in Brill Heights, but we still have heavy troops here!"

"Tuk Tuk"

The sudden knock on the door brought Onglos back from his thoughts, and he subconsciously looked at the magic clock on the wall, it was already seven o'clock in the morning, and a soft light was falling outside the window, and the dim light was bustling into the office.

"Come in!"

The office was not soundproofed, and Onglos didn't have to open the door himself.

A beautiful female elf dressed in a decent leather armor walked in, it was Emmel, the lieutenant of Onglos, she closed the door and read a piece of information in her hand: "The orcs of Brill Heights have evacuated their original camp at 5 o'clock in the morning..."

"Oh?" "Oh?" Anglos's eyes flashed, and he subconsciously looked at the two besieged flag groups on the orc grassland, and then stretched out his hand to move the markers of the two flag groups towards the Brill Heights, when the orcs on the Brill Heights and the orcs on the grasslands would be together, the elf general looked at his adjutant and asked, "Is there still a way for the orc army in the grassland camp to contact the outside world?"

"There should be no way. Emel looked at the deduction of Angolos, coupled with the information she had brought herself, and quickly thought of the relationship between them, so she answered with great certainty.

"Should?"

"The grasslands north of Beardtown are littered with our magical barriers, and our marksmen are flying blood eagles that keep an eye on the sky every day. Emily said quickly, "I believe that these orcs will not have a chance to communicate with the outside world. ”

"Yes. Onglos nodded, he himself didn't believe that the orcs of the steppe camp would have a chance to contact the outside world. Then, the sudden movement of the Orc camp in Brill Heights can only show that the Orc Commander has the same conjecture as him.

"You go down first, the intelligence from Brill Heights will be delivered here as soon as possible. Anglos also had to pay attention to the current situation, "Let the people of the staff deduce the battle situation that will occur if the orcs in the grassland camp break through to the Brill Heights, I need an accurate set of numbers to help me make a decision!"

Emel did not hesitate to take the order, and quickly exited the independent office,

An hour later,

She reappeared, bringing with her detailed information analyzed by the staff officers.

At half past ten in the morning,

When Onglos was reading the analysis report and making a battle plan for the breakout of the steppe orcs, his adjutant Emmel brought him another piece of information: the orc army of the Western Battalion was demolishing the camp!

This information made Onglos stunned for a long time, and then he couldn't help but murmur, "Are the orcs really planning to retreat like this?"

In the next half hour,

There is constant information coming, mostly confirming the fact that the orcs intend to evacuate the Clan.

Eventually, Onglos was convinced that the orcs were going to evacuate... Soon, the entire command knew the news.

Everyone began to cheer for the upcoming victory!

Onglos didn't seem overly excited, his hundreds of years of life had already allowed him to control all his emotions with ease, and he organized the last encirclement war in an orderly manner to prevent the two banner regiments of the orc steppe camp from breaking through, and draw a perfect end to this war.

In the midst of laughter,

Emel walked into Onglos' office with a small box inlaid with ironwood.

In a happy mood, Angolos opened the box, which contained three letters and a small note written in the code words of the top of the alliance... The small note read:

This is my gift to you, Your Excellency.

Signed, your friend: Andy Barrett.

Puzzled, Angolos opened the first letter, and the imperial text on it made it difficult for him to read... After a few seconds, the elven general's face turned a little ugly, and the nervousness began to attack his whole body...

His trembling hands quickly opened the second letter,

Then, there is the third letter.

...

Brill Heights, north of Crane City,

It is a high-walled cliff that cuts across the plains north of Crane City, with the western entrance to the northeast of the grasslands north of the town of Beard, and the eastern entrance near the road that connects the Twak Heights to the fortress of Koren.

For the city of Crane, this cliff is a natural barrier to its north.

In other words, if the orcs want to capture Crane City, they must completely occupy the Brell Heights, or directly penetrate the defensive line of Beard Town.

May 6 at two p.m.,

More than 50,000 soldiers of the three mixed banner regiments garrisoned by the Orcs of the Brill Highlands, under the leadership of Prince Ribalo, retreated to the western entrance of the highlands, relying on the high mountains and hills located at the entrance as cover, and quickly established a temporary defensive line against the 60,000 Alliance troops that followed closely behind.

At the same time, the remaining 20,000 orc warriors besieged by the Alliance forces on the grassland battlefield, led by the Kanjit Overseers, broke through at 11:30 a.m. in two directions in the direction of the western camp entrance and the Brill Heights.

After nearly three hours of entanglement between the breakout force and the coalition forces in the central part of the steppe, the main force under the personal command of the Kangit Overseer successfully broke through to the Brill Heights defensive line, but due to its lack of formed mobile troops, it had to leave 3,000 soldiers behind in the final breakout phase.

In the end, only about 10,000 orcs managed to break through.

And behind these warriors were a full 30,000 allied army of the Coalition, including a corps of light cavalry.

In the process of retreating, this breakout force paid for the lives of more than a thousand fighters.

At eight o'clock in the evening,

Under the dark night sky, the Overseer of Kangit with less than 10,000 remnants of his army was already waiting for Prince Ribalo's headquarters at the entrance to Brill Heights.

But this chase war doesn't end there!

The 30,000 pursuers of the Alliance army immediately launched an attack on the orc defense line at the entrance to Brill Heights. At the same time, the 60,000 Alliance troops in front of Brill Heights also began to frantically attack the temporary defensive line set up by the orcs in the thunder of war drums.

Under the flickering of the countless 'illumination spells' cast by the spells, the battlefield at the entrance was illuminated as bright as daytime, reflecting the intertwined scene of the soldiers of the two sides, making the brilliant magic and the frenzied elemental power collide with each other to make the fire more dazzling.

The southern flank of the orc line,

The warriors of the Twak hussars instigated their horses to gallop, and the young men formed a harmonious whole with the horses under them.

In the midst of the neighing of horses' hooves, with the help of illumination,

The cavalry warriors could clearly see the wave of the command flag ahead... Soon, the huge shock formation split into two strands, avoiding the frontal defense forces gathered on the orc flanks, and swept towards the weak points on both sides of the orc defense line with a rolling thunderous sound.

Prince Ribalo, who was watching the entire battlefield from a high place, didn't have time to give an order to evade, and the orc officers in front didn't have time to reprimand the soldiers on the left and right flanks to change formations, and after the arrows in the sky carried a biting cold wind, another interspersed charge came...

It was a very successful light cavalry charge cutting tactic, and nearly 2,000 orcs were divided into the main orc array.

The successful completion of the tactical charge light cavalry did not fall into battle, they crossed and then gathered in one place and quickly retreated to the flank, handing over the divided orcs to the infantry phalanx advancing to the front battlefield.

The orc soldiers did not pursue the departing light cavalry, they quickly formed a thick formation under the orders of the officer, and brandished the battle axes in their hands to meet the infantry spear phalanx.

Under the report of the scout, the front-line commander of the coalition army immediately seized this rare opportunity and quickly ordered the advancing troops at the front to launch a charge, and made up for it again on the wound torn by the light cavalry!

On the other side of the middle battlefield, at the same time as the light cavalry charged, the coalition troops in the Brill Heights, with the help of 20,000 rangers and the premise of having a superiority in strength, were still pressed and beaten despite all the defensive advantages.

However, the Alliance forces did not come without a price, as they charged at the forefront of the regular legions, suffered heavy losses in a head-to-head confrontation with the orc warriors, and had to send paladins and magical warriors in advance to deal with the near-collapse of the infantry line.

Time passes slowly in a stalemate,

Soon half an hour passed...

The orc army formation began to show fatigue due to the disadvantage of its strength, the southern flank of its defense line was being eaten away by the alliance army step by step because of the charge of the light cavalry just now, and the limited defense line of the orcs was slowly shrinking because of the suppression of elven rangers' bows and arrows and magic.

On the command tower behind the orcs, Prince Ribalo's staff is analyzing the battle report from the front.

Since the beginning of the war, the battlefield reports that have not stopped have been one after another, making His Royal Highness the Prince's eyebrows furrow deeper and deeper.

When one of the intelligence officers was about to continue to report, Ribalo couldn't help but shout: "If it's not that the defense line has been breached, don't report again!" As he spoke, he strode over to the tower fence and looked at the illuminated battlefield in front of him, and said to himself: "The attack of the Alliance army is more fierce than expected. ”

"This proves that our enemies are very confident in the current attack, and they are confident that they can defeat us!" Chief of Staff Serdan, a middle-aged orc with a long beard, dressed in clothes that retains the habits of the Ice Maple Clan, has drawn many useless totemic portraits on the outside of his leather armor.

"What time is it?" asked Ribalo subconsciously.

"Half past nine!" Serdan replied quickly, then asked, "Or... Start a counteroffensive ahead of schedule?"

Hearing this, Ribalo's eyelids couldn't help jumping... He was a little moved, but then shook his head, "Let our priest troops advance another hundred meters to defend against the attacks of the Elven Ranger forces and destroy as many heavy crossbow bolts as possible on the enemy's flanks." ”

While Serdan nodded, Ribalo said again, "The Kanjit Overseers should be almost rested, right? Let his troops go up and stabilize the central defense!"

"Your Highness, they have only rested for less than two hours. Serdan subconsciously reminded.

"But now the battlefield needs their strength. Ribalo took a deep breath, "I'm sure Overseers Kanjit won't mind. ”

Serdan glanced at his boss's side face seriously and nodded, "I'll go and deliver your order." ”

Five or six minutes later,

Inside the orc defense zone, a thunderous war drum suddenly sounded,

The orc warriors who had withdrawn from the steppe had eaten and drunk enough, and began to move towards the forward front amid the shouts and roars of the officers.

At the same time as this group of warriors came out of battle, the orc priest troops on the northern flank also began to move forward, and the elements in their hands could form defensive spells to resist elven bows and magic attacks, while constantly attacking the crossbow positions of the coalition forces on the high ground on the eastern flank.

Half an hour later,

The defensive line, which had been slowly crumbling down on the orcs, began to become solid.

Soon the commander of the alliance army noticed the change in the orc defensive line, and he decisively gave his herald an order to intensify the attack. However, due to the narrow geographical location, the intensified offensive of the coalition forces did not have a decisive effect.

In the midst of shouts and killings, the time came to twelve o'clock in the middle of the night...