A foot earlier, Fat Wu had occupied the Wengudu area in the center, and the 50,000 Samar Horns were stationed on the eastern edge of the central wilderness, where the white tents of the Samar army were densely covered with wilderness. ()

This is a highland hill, the nose of the ground is flat, the field of vision is wide, the white trunk of the birch forest and the yellow and white mixed with the wild hard soil is the main color here,

It is from here that the flat western wilderness begins to rise rapidly upwards until it rises into snow-capped mountains that rise high into the sky. The cold and dry climate makes the western wilderness increasingly difficult to adapt to.

The warm temperature began to turn into a bone-chilling autumn cold, which made the Samorian army, which was not good at the highland climate, have a small scale of plateau syndrome, some soldiers in the northern plains have vomited and dizzy, and even some war horses have been deciding all day long, lying listlessly in the camp

In order to reduce unnecessary losses, the fat man had to order the whole army to rest on the spot, and as the area deepened, the army's food became more and more problematic,

Tens of thousands of troops went deep into the hinterland of the wilderness, consuming tens of thousands of materials every day, the imperfect western logistics network began to show difficulties, and the weak western commercial alliance was still difficult to bear the supply of tens of thousands of troops, which undoubtedly made the Samar army feel even worse.

The situation in front of him has become more and more severe, and before the arrival of new food, in order to solve the urgent need, the fat man had to draw part of his troops from the limited force to Jones to transport military rations, and send a large number of cavalry to hunt in the mountains and woodlands in the rear.

The fat man looked at the depths of the wilderness in the distance and felt a little confused, the white wilderness weeds flashed in the air, the white frost carried a bone-oozing chill, and the bad weather in the west was like this war. It's hard to fathom,

To fight, or not to fight? This is a difficult question to choose, and the sudden strong attitude of the Western Alliance was completely beyond the expectations of the fat man when he formulated the Western Plan.

No one expected that the Western Alliance would be so stubborn and tenacious, and at the same time that the war was about to start in Northern Stian, there was also the confidence to fight against the southern overlord Samore, and the original Huairou plan and economic aggression had to be put on hold for the time being.

The central wilderness of the Vomet Fortress was home to most of the main forces of the Western Alliance, and although intelligence indicated that the Western Alliance had gathered more than 30,000 men there, the fat man believed that he could fight as long as he wanted. With Samor's 50,000 elites, this war can be ended in 2 days.

But this will also represent the beginning of the endless war between the west and Samor, the west is not the rest of the kingdom, and the snowy mountains behind it are enough for the Western Alliance to get the necessary hiding place.

The speculation of the human heart is all the more important in this delicate situation, and while one eye is fixed on the fortress of Womet, the other eye of the fat man is also fixed on the Northern Stian army, which has been eyeing the northern border,

According to the latest intelligence, the 30,000 troops of Northern Stian are moving more and more frequently, on the basis of the original 30,000 troops. 2 more regiments of infantry were reinforced from the Vík Valley,

In this way, on the western frontier, the Northern Stien family pressed almost half of its troops, and the sword was drawn and sharpened!

This undoubtedly makes the situation in the west more and more dangerous, like a dam that may collapse at any time, if at this time, Samore is still stubbornly fighting with the Western Alliance, I am afraid that the fox in the north will wake up laughing in his dreams,

When Samore marched into the central wilderness, it was the end of this battle in the west, whether he won or lost, Samar was a dead end, the enemy of the enemy, not necessarily a friend, and the two armies were willing to fight. The back is empty,

Whether it is Inerdian or the Stien family, they will not let go of this golden opportunity, the Samore army is lonely, food and supplies are the biggest obstacles, the Stian family only needs a cavalry to cut off the weak logistics supply line of the Samor, and it can easily collapse the Samore army that is fighting with the Western Alliance,

The Western Alliance must have seen this, so they dared to put on a desperate battle posture with themselves on the Womit Plateau.

Danger and opportunity coexist, and the fat man now believes in this saying more and more

In order to resist Samore's advance into the center of the wilderness, the 15,000 Western coalition forces in the north, which was responsible for defending North Stian, have withdrawn to the center of the wasteland, which means that the passage from the center of the wilderness to the north is almost completely open.

Fighter planes or right here!

The fat man suddenly felt like he had grabbed something. The deep gaze narrowed into a line, and suddenly turned to the northern sky,

"If

The fat man's frowning eyebrows suddenly loosened, and a sudden thought "a crazy plan" was growing like weeds in the fat man's mind at the moment.

This time it must have made North Stian unable to even cry! A sneer appeared on the corner of the fat man's mouth, and the surging impulse from his heart was like dancing on the tip of a knife! Danger and leakage coexisted

"Send this letter to the northern fortress of Hubraban at once!" the fat man personally handed the secret letter in his hand to a trusted captain of the guards, and instructed with a solemn face, "Tell the commander of the Sù Salon, this."

"If you miss the time because of greed, you will win, and I will want his head!"

"Yes, my lord!" said the captain of the guard squad with a resolute face, and took a dozen guards to ride on their horses and disappear into the field in the distance, "My lord, when are we going to attack!" Hukochili, who had just arrived at the barracks with the escort of the quartermasters, asked beside him, this enthusiastic general Samore was still thinking about what he said in Saran City,

"If we continue to drag on like this, we will fall into passivity, the army of the Western Alliance will not be able to compete with us at all, as long as I give me 20,000 men, I can beat these Westerners to the point where I can't figure out the direction."

Hukochili tried his best to ask for battle, and in front of him was the central wilderness, wandering in front of the gate that had been opened, which made Hukochili always feel a burst of impulse, and the contemptuous eyes of those lords in Saran City still made Hukochili feel angry,

Let these arrogant Westerners know that Samar's sword can easily cut their throats, and if possible, Hukochi would like to rush over alone right now and cut off the head of the leader of the opposing Western Army.

"What? are you anxious?" the fat man withdrew his gaze from a distance, glared back at him, and pointed to the patrol cavalry running in the field, "You are already a legion commander, as a general, you need enough courage and courage, as a legion commander who stands alone, I don't want you to be like them, you will always wield a war knife and cut off the enemy's head!" Seeing the form in front of you is far more important than wielding a war knife, the main forces of the Western Alliance are waiting for us in front, it is not difficult to defeat them, but what I want is the hearts of the people in the west, not tens of thousands of bloody heads!"

"Then what should I do?" Hu Keqili's face was solemn, and his fingers clenched, "Our supplies are becoming more and more difficult, the military rations transported this time are only enough to last for ten days, if we can't achieve victory within ten days, I'm afraid that the follow-up supplies will be difficult to keep up!"

"Ten days?" the fat man's eyes were blazing as he looked at the wilderness in the distance, like a mist that could penetrate the sky, and the corners of his mouth sneered, "Ten days is enough, we don't have food, but someone has it!" The fat man turned his head and said to Hukochi, "You go and gather the Guards cavalry, and you will set off tonight!"

"Let's go?" Hu Keqili was stunned for a moment, and soon said with a happy face, "My lord, we are going to enter the Central Wasteland!"

"No!" the fat man shook the horsewhip in his hand mysteriously, pointed to the northern skyline, and laughed loudly, "We don't go to the central wasteland, let's go to the north!

Northern of the Western Wilderness,

A large freezing rain fell from the black sky, hit the hard hard soil, turned into a crystal white splash, and the silver electric light streaked across the sky, illuminating the faces of the six thousand black cavalry below, with a murderous ** in their cold eyes, staring at a valley full of tents in the distance Hu Keqili, who led the team, took a deep breath of the cold air in the air, the bright chain mail on his body was washed by the raindrops, and the large rainwater was left along the emaciated cheeks, and the war horse under his crotch shook his head impatiently, and sprayed white mist from his lips and nose.

"My lord! We have already found out that in front of us is the garrison of the Third Banner Regiment of the Northern Army, and they are the vanguard of the Northern Army! Six miles to the east, it is the base camp of the Stien family's army this time, the town of Latuike!" a squadron leader of the Samor Guards cavalry rode through the front line,

With a respectful expression, he gave a military salute to Hukoch, and behind him, 2,000 Samor Guards cavalry were like an open net, forming four auxiliary attack lines on both sides of the main force of the central assault, the black armor seemed to have melted into the darkness nearby, only the flickering cold first, the sword flashed in the electric light, making people tremble

"Order the whole army to prepare for a surprise attack!" Hu Keqili waved his hand to his subordinates who were waiting solemnly behind him, and drew his bloodstained sharp combat knife from his waist, his bloodshot eyes flashed with a terrifying light at this moment,

After a day and a night, the target was in front of him, and the Lord Regent was right, the Stian army on the northern border was really defenseless,

No one would have thought that the Samore army, which was about to enter the central wasteland, would turn its head and kill it to the north, and at the same time, the 60,000 troops of the northern fortress of Samore would also launch a large-scale assault war along the Maurent River against the Northern Stian kingdom on the other side of the river.

He will be the first to fight in the "tearing" campaign! Hu Koqili put down his sword and shouted at the valley in the distance, "Assault the whole army!" and leave not a single one behind.

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