Eudora, the Priest of the Scepter, had not had a good night's rest.

The successive defeats put her under tremendous psychological pressure, not to mention that at this time, for safety, she and her staff lived in the semi-underground headquarters.

The humid accommodation also made her feel sticky with sheets all the time. The noise of the soldiers digging up the dirt was always echoing in her ears, even if it was not loud, but after listening to it for a night, her face was unusually pale when she got up, and the dark circles under her eyes were especially obvious.

"How's the digging going?"

Taking the towel handed by the maid, she wiped her cheeks, took the glass of water and rinsed her mouth, and then stepped on the stairs made of stone slabs and walked to the outside of the command post.

"My lord, four have been dug up so far... The trench, however, can only hold more than a thousand soldiers, and by this evening it should be possible to achieve the desired goal. ”

Listening to the reply below, Eudora's tense face relaxed a little.

"Have you finished counting the food you just shipped?"

"My lord, the food they have brought in... Enough for a week. But news of the burning of baggage in the camp has begun to spread, and I've ordered a dozen people to be arrested, but—"

Eudora's brows furrowed, and she waved her hand: "Those who shake the hearts of the army will be killed, and if there are similar rumors, don't be soft." ”

She reached out and rubbed her abdomen, the hunger caused by the lack of dinner last night continued to this day, and Eudora finally couldn't hold it anymore: "Prepare breakfast, everything is going according to plan." ”

"Yes, sir!"

Eudora turned to return to Command, but after taking a few steps, she looked at the weapons surrounding the camp and frowned, "Was there so much fog before?"

"My lord, the temperature has dropped a lot in the past few days, and there is fog in the morning... It should be normal. ”

That's fine, but Eudora always feels unsure. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, apparently a soldier running towards this direction.

"Lord Priest, Scout Report - the enemy has appeared three kilometers away!"

Eudora was stunned: "What do you mean? Three kilometers away?"

Isn't the enemy on the other side of the river?

"To the west! Three kilometers to the west! Scouts who had just explored their way spotted an army approaching here..."

"How many?!"

"There are more than three thousand people, and... Priest, they still have that long-range weapon in their ranks..."

The soldiers didn't dare to say this out loud, because the fear brought to them by the "Vulcan" cannon was too profound, and he was afraid that his voice would be too loud and cause panic around him, and if he was cut off on the charge of "shaking the morale of the army", it would be too unjust.

At this time, Eudora's expression, which was already pale, was about to freeze, and she involuntarily took a step back and muttered, "How is it possible... How is it possible to come over..."

She had a certain psychological expectation that the enemy would secretly cross the river, so she specially scattered a large number of scouts along the riverbank. But last night the lights on the other side were bright, and the bustling sound could be heard here, and no matter how you thought about it, it didn't look like you were planning to cross the river.

And even if it is to cross the river, the enemy will be able to transport too many people overnight - even with the help of spells, in the non-ferry area, the carrying capacity and speed cannot be increased beyond common sense!

And that horrible artillery carriage...

Is it an illusion?

It is the consensus of a general not to be tired of deceit, and at this point, whether she is paralyzed or lucky, she must assume that the enemy is bluffing: "Prepare for battle immediately! Prepare to attack! The enemy is likely to use spells to force us to give up resistance, just dismantle them!"

Eudora said it so categorically that her staff immediately began to make a battle plan.

However, stepping back to the headquarters, she found that both of her legs were shaking...

The whole camp began to be busy under one order after another, but the soldiers, who had been busy all night, were already tired, and when they hurriedly took up their weapons, they found that the direction of the trench they had dug was not right at all: their original imaginary enemy was the enemy who had just landed on the other side of the river, and they themselves thought that the goal of the battle was to prevent the enemy from forcibly crossing the river and landing.

But now the enemy suddenly came to the west, which meant that the trenches were to be abandoned, and they had to continue to meet them in the same way they had fought before.

At present, there are more than 10,000 auxiliaries in the entire army, and 4,000 main troops who have fled in a hurry from the other side of the river - many of them are wounded soldiers who have experienced marmot shelling before, they are not the elite of the Tukh people, they do not have such strict military discipline, and they can only exaggerate the power of artillery fire when they have nothing to do all day, for fear that others will not know the terrible power of this weapon.

As a result, soldiers who have not yet been exposed to overheated weapons still have a great fear of artillery.

"Hurry up, get up, get up!"

"Wear armor and prepare for battle!"

Shouts rang out in the camp in the early morning, and many soldiers who had just fallen asleep for a short time got up with red eyes and walked dizzy. Now that I heard that the enemy was about to be attacked, except for the group of soldiers led by the Tukh tribe itself, the remaining orderly soldiers from the six countries were all extremely passive...

"Array! Damn it! Go ahead for me! Don't go back"

"Death to the runaway!"

The shouts of the Overseers were incessant, because as the fog around them had cleared, the orderly formation of troops in the distance had filled the demoralized soldiers with fear—

"We're dead..."

"Damn... And now you're going to line up to die?"

"Shut up! It's all an illusion! It's the enemy's trick!"

"Who's making a fuss? drag it out and cut it!"

The noisy military formation was shouting, but suddenly there was a light flickering in the distance, and the whistling shells flew over a distance of two kilometers in an instant, and landed in front of the military formation, and with a "boom" blasted the land out of a terrifying crater.

Now that even the Overseers don't bother to say anything about "illusions", are they still lying to themselves and standing here waiting to die in the face of such an enemy?

"Run!"

"Run! You can't win!"

The soldiers in front of them did not speak, but the logistics troops behind them, which were in reserve, suddenly blew up the battalion - because they all knew that the food in the rear had been burned, and now they were under the terrible artillery attack, and seven or eight soldiers who had long been trying to flee ran into the distance with a shout, and the overseers were so far away that they couldn't catch up for a while...

After all, the Tukh overseers had no idea that the first to bombard the camp would be these cowards hiding in the back.

And by the time seven or eight people fled into twenty, fifty, or even hundred, everything had begun to become irreversible.

The disadvantage of the miscellaneous army not being able to fight against the wind is undoubtedly highlighted here, and the "bombing camp" at this time is actually the outbreak of the accumulation of countless defeats before...

Eudora, who was sitting in the command headquarters, turned pale, and when she heard the cacophony of cries, she knew that she had completely failed.

As the commander who had 40,000 troops a few days ago and was ready to take Laxia City, at this time, the tens of thousands of troops around Eudora were really no more than 2,000 people. And the soldiers at the front also chose to flee after seeing the logistics soldiers collapse without a fight: no one knows anyone anyway, can the Overseer still catch all the deserters and behead them at this time?

As soon as the armor is thrown, the soles of your feet are oiled and you run!

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