Long-term training allows soldiers to complete the physical accumulation in a week, but psychological fatigue is not so easy to eliminate.

It's a pity that war is a kind of thing that destroys human nature, and the battlefield is a purgatory that creates madness.

"The soldiers are not in good shape, and now they are completely supported by the morale accumulated from successive victories. There is also the advantage of numbers. Your Majesty, I don't recommend fighting the main forces of the trolls now, after all, there are too many recruits in this unit. ”

Henry Shet found an opportunity to be alone and spoke to Carlos alone.

"I don't know, but you can't expect me to bring all of Alterac's elite north to wipe Tyrenus's ass, can you?"

Carlos patted the knight on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.

"Your Majesty, if we talk about covenants or promises or something, we have done enough, the Covenanters can accuse you, or accuse Alterac of something, but it has really reached the limit, more than 1,500 people are here, although the glorious victory has alleviated the uneasy fear, but the soldiers are indeed tired, I don't know when, a small defeat can cause a big collapse. Your Majesty, don't trust any troops except your guards, after all, they were just some people and ordinary people half a year ago. ”

At the request of His Majesty, Henry Schett sat down and expressed his concerns.

Originally, Henry Schet had reservations about the throne of the Barov family, and only for the sake of his family and future did he respond to the call of the new king. But as time passed, Henry Shet became a staunch king, and the Grand Knight saw Carlos as a God-given treasure to Alterac, a near-perfect king, and an object worthy of allegiance.

Therefore, the Grand Knight frankly voiced his worries -- the human alliance was almost at its limit.

Except for the thousand men under Tulayan. Carlos scattered the veterans to the grassroots level of only a thousand people, plus including the knights of the Alterac Knights and Carlos's personal guards, the veterans that the entire coalition can fight are quite large, and there are only 2,500 people when they are full. And in the previous battles, it was the bloody battles of these veterans that laid the victory of the coalition army.

But they suffered heavy losses.

Now, those recruits have seen blood, though. I've seen the fight, but after all, it's some rookie eggs, and I don't know when I will drop the chain.

As long as you have seen blood, you are a veteran, these are all deceptions in knightly novels. Without perennial training, without the words and deeds of predecessors, without years of accumulated experience, a recruit is a recruit, and a recruit who has killed someone is nothing more than a bold recruit.

Do you know squad tactical command?

Do you know the military formation flag order and formation changes?

Do you know how to deal with unexpected situations?

Will you be able to take over the place quickly after an officer's death?

You can spontaneously serve the king. Die generously for Alterac?

Ever since he found many soldiers with night terrors on his night patrol, Henry Shet knew that this human coalition army heading north was almost at its limit.

Give these recruits some time, and perhaps many of them will become the backbone and pillars of the future Alterac army. But now, these guys who have made a lot of money in Zumashar just want to return to their hometown in peace to show off their prestige on the battlefield and squander the reward given by the king.

"Henry Shet, guess I don't know what you're talking about."

Carlos asked the Grand Knight with a smile.

"Uh. I guess Your Majesty, you know. ”

Henry Schetter paused for a moment, then replied.

"I thought you'd answer. You guess I don't guess. ”

"Your Majesty, this is not the time to play tongue twisters!"

Henry Schet said with some annoyance.

"Well, I think you're too serious and want to lighten the mood."

Carlos patted his cheek with both hands.

"Henry Shet, who do you think I am, I have been studying the army since I was six years old. At the age of fourteen, the king followed General Audren to Hinterland to beat the trolls, and up to now, I claim to be the best of all kings, who dares to disagree! ”

Carlos said proudly.

"Your Majesty is mighty."

Henry Schet can only be convinced of Carlos's fierce life. The most capable king, Carlos deserves his name.

"But ah, as a king, you don't think about things the same as you generals."

Before Carlos could finish speaking, Henry Shet quickly brushed himself off.

"It's the subordinates who trespass on ......"

"You're too sensitive, forget it, whether you're wrong or not, I'll forgive you first."

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Go on. I also know that this army is already a foreign powerhouse, but I have to fight, Henry Shet, otherwise all the work will be wasted! ”

Carlos put away his smile and said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, please."

Henry Shet's brow furrowed, and his body leaned forward unconsciously, obviously attracted by his own king's words.

"Because of this war, we in Alterac are the biggest losers. The war is all over Hillbride, and we, the Alterac, our Barov family, are all in Hillbrand, in Talenmere. Do you think I'm looting so much wealth for my own pleasure? Do you think I'm moving people for Aurelia's beauty? Do you think I'm taking you to work hard in Quel'Thalas? ”

In the face of Carlos's resentful questioning, Henry Scheter didn't even dare to say it.

"Don't think I don't know what you're planning me behind my back!"

As soon as this sentence came out, Henry Shet hurriedly knelt down and pleaded guilty.

"Roll up and sit down. I never doubted that the final victory would necessarily belong to the League, nor did I doubt that Alterac would eventually be able to get out of this situation. And then what? And then what to do, you tin canned elm heads can not think about these things, but I can't help but think about it, because I am your king. ”

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard."

Henry Shet's nose soured when he heard this.

"Less sycophants, where did I say?"

Carlos was amused by Henry Shet.

"Say what to do."

"And then Quel's attitude is very important, as important as whether we can recover our losses within the league, and whether we in Alterac can survive the foreseeable famine year after the war."

After Carlos finished speaking, he let out a long sigh, in this war, other countries are now using it against the enemy. Only Altrank is advancing for the future.

"Your Majesty, you are right."

Henry Shet heartily agreed with Carlos's statement.

"So this battle has to be fought, and if it is not fought, it must be fought."

Carlos patted Henry Shet's shoulder again, it was heavy, heavy.

"But Your Majesty, there are some things that are not transferred by our will, and the soldiers can still fight a good fight. But he absolutely can't bear desperate situations, even adversity. ”

Henry Scheat was worthy of his true heart.

"Then don't let the soldiers feel like they're in adversity. It depends on the ability of an officer. ”

"Your Majesty, please."

Henry Shet stood up, his body straight.

"Well, make it clear to your uncle, will you be abducted and deceived? Anyway, when facing the soldiers, all the officers have a unified caliber, and we have a great advantage! As for how big it is, if you want to go, this king will pardon you for bragging about your innocence during this war! ”

"Yes. Your Majesty understands! ”

After Henry Shet left, Tulayan slowly swayed out.

"Your Majesty, is it really good for you to let me hear these secrets? I'm afraid you'll kill you. ”

"I want to kill you more than an excuse, do you need to use this one?"

Carlos spat at Tulayan's unfunny joke with disdain.

"Actually, I wanted to tell you before that the soldiers didn't want to fight, even the soldiers assigned to me by Marshal Lothar were tired of it."

A thousand people have fought seven hundred and eleven now. Even if Lothar sent to Tulayan a veteran who had been tested by the bloody battle of Hilbride, he could not erase his doubts and fatigue.

Why should we fight for the elves. Wasn't that the glorious war that preceded it enough? Isn't it enough to annihilate 3,000 trolls? Is Quel'Salas himself dead?

The undercurrent can be suppressed in the face of victory, but once it is in trouble, this seemingly powerful human alliance will not be able to hide its weakness.

"I wish all the soldiers were soldiers of one hundred and thirty gold coins, and they would live if they wanted to live, and they would die if they wanted to die. If you want him to go east, he will not go west. ”

"If you really have a GI of one hundred and thirty gold coins, someone will definitely do it! Stop daydreaming, figure out what to do with the full moon, Aurelia will come back tonight and can't hold on. Whether the coalition forces will leave or stay, retreat or fight, it is up to you to decide. ”

Tulayan ruthlessly punctures the soap bubble of Carlos' fantasy and brings him back to reality.

"Where can I retreat, Tulayan."

Carlos stood up and paced around the circle, pausing and stopping, "People are forgetful, whether they are humans, elves, trolls, or even orcs. Losers can win sympathy, but sympathy is useless. Victory, only victory, and only the winner, have the qualifications to make claims. I really didn't expect Quel'Thalas to make such a big mess, and so far, Silvermoon City has done nothing, which I didn't expect at all. Originally, I was going to make a show and shout for Aurelia, the previous Zuaman strategy, you know, looks crazy, but in fact there is no danger. Fighting those 3,000 trolls looks dangerous, and we have exhausted all our organs, whether we have a heart or not, it is also a good fight. Now, however, the attitude of the elves makes me less confident. ”

"Honestly, if I had 10,000 people, I would help Aurelia without hesitation. But I didn't, I only had more than 700 men under me. And you're one of my best friends, and I'm not going to persuade you to stay. On the contrary, as a general, I would instead advise you to retreat. In a place like the Yongge Forest, where there is no danger to defend, the heart of the army is the combat strength, just as three thousand trolls can't defeat our six thousand allied army, and I don't think that our current tired army can defeat the superior number of trolls. Carlos, it's not that you're inferior to that Zujin, it's that our entire coalition army is no match for Amani's trolls. ”

Tulayan said this calmly.

"But like a gambler, I have put too many chips on Aurelia, in Silvermoon City, and in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and now that I am gone, it is equivalent to admitting defeat in a showdown."

Carlos stood still, his face full of confusion.

"Hey, I'm just Marshal Lothar's adjutant, a rookie, I don't understand your king's world. But whatever decision you make, I'll support you. ”

"Thanks, sorry."

Carlos summed up the feelings that cannot be described in a thousand words into two words.

In the hours that followed, Carlos and his guards toured the barracks. I found that the soldiers were in good spirits and cheered for themselves very enthusiastically, but the most asked question was when we would go home.

Go home.

If you don't have a country, how can you be a home.

However, in this human world under the rule of kingship, the country is the country and the home is the home.

If Carlos leads the soldiers all the way south. This human army slays dragons and destroys gods.

If Carlos continues to fight for the elves with this group of homesick people, I am afraid that his prestige will not be able to withstand the wave of deserters.

The military heart is not available!

The traversers of other people's homes fool a group of die-hard loyalists with a few words, and their own soldiers have to use them to gain and lure them with affection. Carlos dared to say in his heart, how to live his life or how to live. If it is easy, how can the king be prestigious.

Even coaxing and deceiving, Carlos finished his tour of the camp, comforted the wounded and sick, and made a lot of specious empty promises. It's a temporary morale boost.

In the evening, eating porridge made from the seeds of a forest plant peculiar to the elves of Quel'Thalas, Aurelia returned.

In just a few days, the dusty Aurelia had almost covered a quarter of the Eversong Forest.

Patting the dust off her body and removing the leaf stalks from her long braids, Aurelia waved off her henchmen and sat down next to Carlos, staring at him stunned.

"Huh? Oh, all of you go down. ”

dismissed the attendants around him. Carlos continued his dinner, waiting for Aurelia to speak.

"Very bad. There are many signs that Zujin is pouring out of the nest, and in this hellish place, we can't hold it, and we must retreat. ”

Aurelia said straight to the point.

“……”

"Carlos, I know it's too much to ask. But I want you to help me. ”

Aurelia was helpless at this point.

The elven ranger who originally boasted of crossing mountains and mountains like walking on the ground, the assassin had such an embarrassed appearance, it can be seen that when the human army was resting, it did not stop at all. But the fatigue of the body is far less than the helplessness of the mind.

"I never make promises lightly, and promises must be promised. So you speak first. ”

Carlos's heart was far less flat than his tone, and he almost opened his mouth to talk about the withdrawal of troops just now.

Sure enough, people live in their twenties, and they all rely on stability.

"There is no danger to defend here, we have to retreat at least thirty kilometers to the Maple Creek Valley to form a defensive line, according to calculations, Zujin's forward will arrive in three days, but it will take at least seven days to evacuate the surrounding compatriots. Carlos, help me. I know I owe you a lot, but I can only ask you to help me again. ”

Aurelia clasped her hands on her knees and rested her chin on her knees, indescribably weak.

"You eat something first, and I'll give you an answer after eating, I need to think about it."

Carlos hears Aurelia's request and finds that things are not as bad as he imagined, at least Aurelia's basic judgment as a commander is still there, and he does not ask humans to fight the trolls.

"I'm not hungry."

"Then I didn't reply."

"Okay."

Scooping a few spoonfuls of porridge from a hot pot on the fire, Aurelia took a small bite.

It's not a prevarication, under extreme fatigue, the body itself has no appetite.

Such a move gave Carlos more time to think.

Watching Aurelia finish eating, looking at herself with clear eyes, waiting for her final answer, is like waiting for the judge of fate to make a final judgment.

Somehow, Carlos's heart was touched.

At this moment, Aurelia. Windranger is not the vengeful spirit bound by the hatred of his brother Lillas, but a racial hero who compassionate people every day.

It's like wanting to change the tragic fate of your family.

The inexplicable resonance affected Carlos's decision.

Carlos stood up, ignoring the sticky porridge on the corners of his mouth, and lightly imprinted it on Aurelia's forehead.

"Get a good night's sleep, there's still a bad battle to fight." (To be continued......)