The sky was white, and it was the dawn of the morning, and it was a good time to kill people and set fires.

"Ymir, in a moment you take twenty cavalry to let the orc sentries find out, and when they make a move, you will come back in a big circle." Carlos gave the order to fight.

"Need contact?" Ymir asked.

"No, it's just a simple division of troops." After Carlos finished speaking, he arranged the offensive positions that the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd squadrons were responsible for.

Receiving an affirmative reply, Ymir was ordered to leave.

Although the number of troops is superior, it is also an excellent choice to reduce casualties with tactical arrangements.

For the upper echelons, the soldiers were just numbers on the text. That's just because the top brass can't see it.

Now Carlos already has a fear of writing a death notice, but he just feels better in doing it himself.

Carlos even wanted to fight in the place of the soldiers who looked at him with adoring eyes.

However, war is not a trivial matter that no one can handle, especially a war fought by two races for survival.

So after being repeatedly milled by the millstone that became humanity and reality, it was named Carlos. Barov's generals learned to give the most cruel orders with a compassionate heart.

"After the signal is sent, the three-wheeled rocket suppresses, and then defends in place, the fourth squadron is a mobile squadron, and you will support whichever direction the orcs break through." Carlos continued to refine the battle plan.

"General, are you going to lead the personal guards to charge the camp again?" The second lieutenant officer commanding the third squadron looked at Carlos with annoyance.

"Otherwise, why do you think Imir is going to get rid of Imir, that is, a kind person like me can stand that broken mouth." Carlos looked like he was right-on-turned.

"What about the time limit, if you are surrounded, General, when will we attack." The leader of the second squadron asked.

"My original intention was to lure or kick out the orcs, but your question was good, so be sure to remind me next time." Carlos thanked him sincerely.

Carlos's original plan was to use Ymir's small cavalry to alarm the orcs. If the orcs divide their troops to intercept and kill, the whole army will be dispatched to destroy the enemy's main force; If the orcs abandon their current stronghold and flee, they will pursue them all the way, using bloodletting tactics to kill the orc force.

But the subordinate's speech reminded Carlos———— if the commander of this orc unit is a brain twitch and can't understand Carlos's layout at all, and organizes defense on the spot, then Carlos's arrangement has a fatal flaw.

The military system of the alliance is the same, with a squad of 12 people, a squadron of 10 squadrons, a wing of 3 to 5 squadrons, and a regiment of 10 to 15 squadrons.

Carlos came out this time with a total of five squadrons plus his own personal guard, a total of six and a half squadrons. But along the way, the casualties were not small. When the leader of the fifth squadron was killed, Carlos split the fifth squadron among the other four squadrons to fill the gap. Even so, the first squadron and the second squadron were out, and the other teams were still not satisfied.

If the onslaught of the Arrow Rain and Carlos led the pro-guard did not confuse the orcs, or if the orc commander was a strong party and decisively broke his wrist and fled, then the blocking forces would be too weak, and it is likely that there would be even heavier losses.

Then the tactical arrangement to reduce casualties did not work at all, and it only concentrated the damage that should have been shared equally among the whole army into one squadron.

"Then, the fourth squadron, as a reserve, decides on its own direction of attack. When I attack, the whole army will assault! ”

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Understood!"

"Okay, General!"

End of the operational meeting.

According to the plan, Ymir's team attracted the attention of the orcs, and soon, the orc team of about thirty people, including three wolf cavalry, left the abandoned village.

About five minutes later, Carlos led the Guards cavalry in a charge.

Halfway through the charge, the first round of flames and arrows fell......

The two guards accelerated violently, overtaking their own generals, jamming Carlos' position and slowing Carlos' horse.

A second round of flaming arrows fell.

The others tacitly rushed past their generals, and the battle officially began.

The third round of fire and arrow rain landed, and the cavalry stepped into the orc camp, and the wonderful cooperation was wonderful.

The orcs in the chaos suffered the first round of blows, and the high momentum brought by the war horse could make the power of throwing the axe huge, and the guards who cooperated with the tacit understanding of the first round threw the axe three orcs and took the lives of more than 30 orcs in one round.

After the first head-on contact was over, Carlos entered the battlefield, and the general gave two of his guards a blank look, and the two were unmoved.

By the time the orcs had organized a decent defense, the encircled Alliance soldiers had already rushed to the battlefield.

"I thought the orc commanders were the same as the big axe I encountered for the first time, but it turned out that they were scaring themselves, and this is not very good." Carlos found that even if he did not participate in the battle, the alliance had an absolute upper hand, so he was in the mood to chat with the squadron leader of the third squadron.

"Your Excellency, not every Alliance General is the same as you." The captain of the third squadron slapped Carlos on the back.

"Stop guarding me, command your troops and crush these scum!" Smiling pleasantly, Carlos grimaced.

"Yes!" The squadron commander understood that nothing should be too much and hurriedly left Carlos' side to organize the battle.

At this moment, there was a terrible howl, accompanied by two heavily armed soldiers flying into the air, and Carlos knew that something was wrong.

One of the flying soldiers was clearly in a figure 7 shape, obviously helpless, Carlos rode after him, and the wings of the Holy Light spread out, leaping into the air to catch the other soldier.

"Show your mercy, O Holy Light!" Although it is not necessary to chant a spell to cast the Holy Light Technique, it has become a habit, and Carlos can't change it.

The soldier Carlos saved, although the meaning was blurred, recognized Carlos.

"General, General!" The soldier was in a strong spirit, raised his arms with difficulty and saluted.

"It's fine, get some rest." Carlos said softly, then handed the soldier over to the other soldiers who had arrived to take care of him.

What I did is still meaningful!

Carlos's heartfelt respect for an ordinary soldier who fell into a coma gave Carlos great satisfaction, and the power of the Holy Light surged throughout his body, and the whole person entered an inexplicable state of euphoria.

"Ah!! I really want to beat something! Carlos, who couldn't help himself, shouted, crouched on the ground and accelerated, all the way to the direction of the culprit he had just observed in mid-air.

"So handsome, is this a paladin?" A young soldier sighed as he looked at Carlos' figure in the distance.

"Your Excellency the General is a unique green knight, a guy who has no knowledge." The veteran slapped the rookie in the face, what kind of god did he walk on the battlefield.

Through the layers of obstacles, Carlos found the raging ogre, and even without the use of Valor, the soldiers led by Carlos would not be afraid when facing the ogre.

The ogre, whose right leg was discarded from its knee, was also more than three meters tall on one knee, and more than twenty human soldiers were besieging it.

As soon as the fat ogre dared to swing the beam that he didn't know had removed from that house, he would immediately get several stabs in the back.

The desperate ogre's eyes are fierce and angry.

"All stand down, go and greet the orcs, don't waste time here."

Although Carlos gave the order, no soldiers left, let the general take on this monster alone, and then it will not be repaired by the commander!

Step by step, the ogre violently exerted force, and the large wooden stick swept in.

Carlos raised his hand, which was not holding the sword, ready to block directly with his forearm.

This frightened the soldiers, and ordinary people subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but it was too late.

The imaginary tragedy did not happen, and the invisible shield of holy light on Carlos's arm splashed with ten thousand points of starlight, directly blocking the blow.

The beam folded in the middle, and the ogre's wrist was pulled by the reaction force and clicked.

Carlos continued to walk into the ogre, step by step.

There was a look of fear in the ogre's eyes, and the irrational phenomenon scared the big fat man stupid.

Carlos walked up to the ogre and hooked his fingers.

The ogre bowed his head in fear.

"Have you ever eaten someone?" Carlos, who spoke orc language, knew that ogres could understand.

"It's not coarse." The ogre replied in broken orc language.

"Really?"

Carlos swung his sword and turned to leave.

After a whirlwind, the ogre found himself seeing a large pile of meat without a head, and couldn't help but wonder if it would be delicious.