(Two idle sentences, originally the author had a manuscript.) But the author has always felt that it is a good habit to maintain good communication with the audience. But recently, someone has been hacking me inexplicably, and the black spots are also inexplicable. Then I chatted with Big Eyeball, and he was right: don't forget the original intention of writing, you can't cater to everyone. I think it makes sense, since it's not a white book, why should it be so straightforward. It's actually good to read books with your brain once in a while, isn't it, audience guys. Because the author Jun tore it up again, so today's update. Well, that's it. ）

In the Battle of Nanhai Town, Carlos was besieged.

Although the 44th Corps under the Ninth Army was only two and a half days away from Nanhai Town, it was not until Carlos had already begun to arrange defense that the forward troops of the 44th Corps, which had arrived belatedly, arrived with a wing of more than 800 people.

And then there was no then.

The warriors of the 44th Corps fully carried forward the spirit of the brave who met on a narrow road, and fought to the death against the brutal orcs, gaining precious time for the soldiers and civilians of Nanhai Town to build a defensive line.

The sacrificial spirit of the fearless 44th Corps greatly encouraged the enthusiasm of the officers and men of Nanhai Town for the War of Resistance and lit the fire of hope and freedom in the hearts of the people.

History will not forget jì, the people will not forget jì, and the alliance will not forget jì!

Carlos, however, could not remember the name of the commander of the 44th Corps.

"Idiot, the journey of less than three days can be wrapped up by the tribe, the alliance is all this kind of goods, what else can we fight, can we surrender and lose half of it!"

There was no answer from his subordinates, and Carlos stopped after a few complaints.

"How's the transfer going?" Carlos calmed down and asked.

"It's quite smooth, the army has taken away a lot of materials, and the barracks warehouse has a deficit, and we don't have much to move, and we can basically complete the material transfer work of the alliance headquarters camp this afternoon." Heni. Mareb replied.

As the war escalated, the old mayor gradually felt that his body could not bear it, and he had applied to Alex for retirement. Mareb has officially become the new mayor of Nanhai Town.

"Oh? Speaking of which, we have to thank those moths, it's better to eat it yourself than to burn it or leave it for the tribe, isn't it? Carlos, who knew the truth, couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Logically, my lord, yes." Heni. As a vassal of the Barov family, Mareb was able to say some things that were difficult for Carlos's officers. "Whether it's left to the tribe or burned supplies, the time has an impact on your reputation, and the situation couldn't be better."

Carlos suddenly had a feeling of understanding for Lothar.

It must be very hard to lead such a group of people who are still pregnant with ghosts and fight with their own little abacus, right?

It must be very hard to endure the thought of slashing these moth-eaten scum to death with a knife, and to pretend to be gentle and comforting and considerate, right?

It must be very hard to endure tears and send loyal people to do things that are certain to die, but to endure the destruction and obstruction behind the incompetent people, right?

I really want to hack these bastards to death!

"This matter is over, let's study the defense plan of Nanhai Town." Carlos skimmed over the topic as if the shouting had never happened.

Nanhai Town is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and there are a large number of fortifications on the only side of the land, which is really a difficult place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

In addition, most of the mage regiments hired by Carlos in Dalaran are also stationed in Nanhai Town, and there are even Kel'thugad in charge, and there are as many as a dozen high-ranking mages in the small Nanhai Town at this moment.

At the battle plan meeting, everyone was confident that they would defend Nanhai Town, but Carlos always had a sense of foreboding.

At the meeting, the commanders of the Separate Corps drew up a modest defense plan, which came to use that evening.

Bows, crossbows, muskets, and shells cut off the enemy's midfield, and a small group of cavalry cooperated with elite troops to cover and defeat the enemy in the front.

"General, the tribe is coming on a hurried march, and the siege equipment is scarce, and our army is fully equipped with soldiers and materials, and it is safe to hold Nanhai Town." Although Ymir had not slept all night, the puffy bags under his eyes did not affect his confidence in the early morning sun.

In addition to the people who took refuge, there are still more than 2,000 residents left in Nanhai Town, plus the remnants of the Independent Regiment and the 44th Corps, 7,000 humans defending against 5,000 orcs, it should be nine out of ten.

It's a pity that Imir's self-confidence only lasted less than two days, and he was destroyed without help.

"Admiral Delin. Proudmoor's sneak attack on the tribal camp and a no-brainer? Another encounter with the Horde's troop carriers and the Red Dragon at sea? The Horde has also increased its troops? ”

After receiving the first-hand news from Kel'thugad, Carlos's face was gloomy and terrifying, while Ymir was stunned, and the other wing commanders did not look very good.

"Don't be like someone who died at home, and it's not that you haven't fought with orcs with superior forces, don't forget, Lao Tzu's army is an independent regiment!" Carlos quickly adjusted his mentality, revealing a high-spirited posture, as if he regarded the tribe as a chicken.

It was originally a self-confidence that was unreasonable, but his subordinates ate this set.

"That is, General, you are destined to step on the corpses of orcs!"

"Blind sycophants, my lord is the one who wants to be the king!"

"With the general's presence, the orcs are not to be afraid!"

……

Whether it's truth or sycophancy, at least the commander unifies the caliber, and the soldiers below will be much less rioty.

This battle must be fought how to fight.

That night, Carlos, who was on regular patrol, finished his patrol and was about to go back to the command hall for a nap. Mareb cried out.

"My lord, the militia team noticed that there was movement in the sea, so they went to check and found that the barrier net was torn by something, and it didn't look like a fishman did it." Heni. Mareb pulled out a ball of fishing nets that hadn't dried yet and showed them to Carlos.

The iron hook on the fishing net has rusted, the rust marks have no scratch marks, the fishing rope made of flax fiber has been torn by external force, and the fiber of the fork is of different lengths.

"How deep is the water?" Carlos asked.

"About five meters." Heni. Mareb replied.

What is it? Carlos couldn't help but wonder. If it is a fishman, the fibers of the fishing rope should be impregnated with the slime of the fishman's meter; If it's a big fish, it's impossible for the iron hook not to wipe something; If it's an orc, a few sharp soldiers raid a well-guarded town, and it's too child's play. So what is it exactly?

Suddenly, a word popped into Carlos' head!

"O Holy Light! That enemy is worth fighting! ”

Carlos shouted, and the light that was not strong came out of his body, piercing through the wall and radiating most of Nanhai Town.

"Town Hall!"

Carlos sensed the echo of the holy light, and led his subordinates to the Civic Hall of the Nanhai Town Hall, which is commonly known as the Town Hall.

Hurry up and hurry up or be a step too late. The militia on the night vigil seemed to be lazy leaning against the wall in the shade, but the twisted neck and broken neck bones were a sign of the guards' loyalty.

"My lord, what's that?" Heni. Mareb couldn't help but ask as he ran.

"A bunch of defiled heroes, a bunch of brutes who have come back from the dead." Carlos drew his sword, looked down at the dirt footprints on the steps of the town hall, and kicked open the wooden door.

"Since you're here, don't go."

The flame of holy light burned in Carlos's eyes, and he looked at the three humanoid black shadows who were looking through the books in the dark, and made a death declaration.

"It seems that there is a problem with memory, your command center is not in the town hall, but you should be a human official, and it is not in vain to kill you."

After saying the awkward lingua franca, six scarlet eyes stared at Carlos.

"Gul'dan toys, do you know what your biggest mistake was?"

Carlos waved back the guards behind him and motioned to Heney. Mareb closed the door.

Heni. Despite his hesitation, Mareb faithfully carried out Carlos's orders.

"It's... Miscellaneous... Yes. The tone was still awkward, but not so stiff, and the monster asked with interest, as if three against one, they had already won the battle.

"Lao Tzu is the strongest paladin in the world, you three scum of fifty-five!"

After the words were finished, the wings were spread, and Carlos's killing intent was decided.