While Chakar was still tirelessly trying to capture the Thousand Hordes, Loren was also completing the final deployment.

In the crowded tent, the knight lords with different expressions but all of them were attentive, staring at the map table without squinting, and the silence made the atmosphere a little depressing.

No matter how contemptuous the centaurs were before, when they really had to fight them head-to-head on the battlefield, even against twice or even three times the enemy army, they couldn't help but be nervous.

The expressionless Loren looked calmly, indifferently looking at the location of the Thousand Tent Cities on the map, and "pretending" to be as calm as possible... Even if he was so nervous now that his palms were sweating.

After the Battle of the Broken Mountain Fortress and the previous raid with the Red Flame Banner Centaur, Loren has finally mastered some of the basic rules of this game called "Real War".

The most basic of these is the width of the array - the wider the array, the more the side can grasp the first move, the faster it can put more soldiers into battle, and the narrower the array will face the risk of being surrounded on two or even three sides.

Unfortunately, in the battle to rescue the Thousand Hordes, his own side was the side with a narrower array - not to mention the innate size of the centaurs as cavalry, more than twice their own number was destined to be unable to reverse this disadvantage.

Secondly, a huge army of more than 10,000 people could not be as agile and mobile as a squad of elven war dancers;

As the commander of the army, all Loren can do is lay out a rough plan before the battle, let them know what they should roughly accomplish and who to fight, and leave the rest entirely to the commanders below to complete;

Once they enter the established battlefield, they can only form up and fight the enemy to the death according to the pre-battle plan; all that remains is the command level and judgment ability of the generals of each department and even the centurion of each squad;

If you change your orders on the battlefield and give orders that contradict you before the war, or even let the soldiers complete "micro-manipulations" or large-scale maneuvers that they can't even imagine and can only be understood by radar maps and God's perspective, then this army will be met with a catastrophe!

Loren was fortunate to be the first battle he commanded in the truest sense of the word, his army was one of the best in the Empire, and his counts and knights were qualified commanders who had experienced war, or at least knew it;

With the assistance of Count Eckert and Count Angett, he can make up for his mistakes in time.

But at the same time, it is also unfortunate, because its enemies are also the most powerful in the world - not some barbarian tribe in the deep mountains and forests, but a staggering number of centaur tribes that can compete with the Empire;

In front of this enemy who has been entangled with the two principalities of Byrne and Boe for hundreds of years, and even the "Black Duke" Roland has only defeated the expulsion and failed to completely eliminate it, how brilliant the victory Loren can win will determine how solid his dukedom position can be.

Not only does he have to win, but he also has to win beautifully enough - in this war, "rescue Boi" is not the key, how to become the leader of this war and accumulate enough prestige is the problem he has to face.

“...... Regarding the rescue of the Thousand Tent City, with the phalanx infantry as the core, the plan to wait for reinforcements to converge is gradually promoted......"

Loren raised his head and his calm gaze scanned around the map table, "Is there anything else you would like to add?"

"Even if our enemies are as you might expect, we are still outnumbered. Count Eckert frowned, and calmly analyzed:

"To ensure the safety of the phalanx infantry, our cavalry must cover them - they will likely engage twice or even three times as many enemies as they lose their mobility, and the centaurs will not be foolish enough to charge the phalanx of spears head-on, and the victory or defeat of the flanks will matter. ”

The black-haired wizard bowed slightly.

"If we can successfully withstand the enemy's first offensive, then the two sides will definitely enter the phase of confrontation - what awaits us will be a continuous night attack and wheel warfare of the enemy. Aitke raised his head and looked at everyone seriously:

"I don't want to show any distrust of Boi's brethren, but that's the way it is... If reinforcements don't arrive within five days, Byrne will have more than half of his casualties, and after seven days, we'll have to think about fighting to the death!"

"Grandpa Eckert, you're thinking too much!"

Salika, who was carrying a knife at her waist, wiped her nose vigorously, grinned and pointed out three slender fingers: "Three days! Within three days, 50,000 hussars from the Jonah family will rush to the city of a thousand tents and fight the centaur barbarians with your wings!"

"But I have to say it first, it's not for you and your duke, it's all for my Ain cutie~"

As she spoke, the bright-eyed Salika turned her head suddenly, causing the little wizard standing beside Loren to tremble, turn her head in horror, and then be caught by the wolf-like girl:

"Don't worry, for your sake, even if I cut down all my uncles, I will come to save you within three days with 50,000 iron horses!"

As the words fell, the red-faced Al Yin was like a frightened rabbit, curling up quickly and hiding behind the black-haired wizard, trembling and not even daring to show his head, which made Salika let out another hearty laugh.

Feeling the cloak behind him that was clutched by the little wizard, Loren, with a stiff expression, slowly looked back and showed a very formulaic smile at Salica:

"No matter why, as long as you can complete your mission as promised, everyone in Thousand Tent City will definitely be grateful to you!"

"Thank you?" ...... Salica looked away angrily, still very dissatisfied with her loss to this Duke of Byrne: "I think I'm grateful to you... The savior of the Thousand Hordes, the eternal good friend of the Boi, the generous and merciful Duke of Loren?"

The undeniable Loren just glanced at her and didn't answer the question.

Isn't this nonsense?

"That, that... Although it is a little offensive, I hope you can put the rescue of Grand Duke Varna in the first place. ”

The pale-faced Count Seth Braha hesitated and said, "There are still enough food stocks and thousands of troops in the Thousand Tent City, which is very stable, and the Archduke of Varna is the one who is really in danger right now. ”

"The old thing that wants to save face after losing the battle, and dragging the whole Boi into the water for his grandson, it's better to let him die early!"

Salika, who didn't care, said coldly: "Why is he more important than Thousand Hordes alone? Isn't it enough to lose so many lives......

"We'll come to the rescue of the Grand Duke of Varna, but not now... Count Seth Braha. ”

Interrupting Salika stiffly, Loren, who had a calm voice, ignored her directly: "The City of a Thousand Tents is the core and key to Boi, and we can't afford to risk Boi's fall... Grand Duke László Varna, you can wait a little longer!"

After a moment of silence, Seth Braha slowly lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "I understand—within three days, I will gather as much of Little Boi's army as possible and rush back." ”

Salika crossed her shoulders and turned her head away, her expression disdainful.

As the two lords of Boi expressed their views, the atmosphere eased and Loren began to give orders to the knight lords one by one, instructing them to their respective duties.

According to the plan, the 10,000 phalanx infantry would be divided into six parts and gradually approach the besieging enemy in the form of chain fortresses, while the cavalry would be under unified command, a mobile force interspersed between the various camps.

To put it more intuitively, the infantry is the nails, and the cavalry is the chains - advancing towards the Thousand Tents while avoiding a full-scale engagement with the enemy, compressing the enemy's range of movement and the depth of the battlefield, and depriving the centaurs of the advantage of mobility and agility.

But there is actually a fatal problem with this tactic......

"In the savannah, where rocks and timber are scarce, our camp has to be built simply. ”

Count Eckert said in a deep voice, "The camp line consisting of only baggage carts, fences, and pits is like papier-mâché in front of the centaur army. ”

There was a dead silence at the map table, and it was clear that more than one person had thought about it.

Just when everyone was silent, Master Ashamai, who had always been silent, suddenly stood up:

"As for your problems in setting up camps, I have a way to deal with it......