In fact, in any place, the role of the leader in a unit is not only to control how the people under him lead the work, but more importantly, to formulate the direction and strategy of future development.

As a leader and decision-maker, he is responsible for the people under him who follow him. Every decision he made not only involved the rise and fall of this unit, but also the life and death of this unit.

As an employee who does chores, you can be responsible for yourself and your work, and everything will be fine. They only need to blindly implement the leader's arrangement, there will be no big mistake, once there is really a problem, there is a certain chance of carrying the black pot, and they don't have to carry it themselves, and those who are disobedient have to have employees with their own thoughts...... To a great extent, if you don't carry the black cauldron, you're sorry for his genius ideas every day.

But as a decision-maker leader, he has to be responsible for the sake of his subordinates, every thing he does, every decision no one can share for him, and only he can carry the victory or defeat.

Looking at Lothar's face, I can imagine the glory of the people cheering and the whole country admiring the support of the whole people, but I can also imagine the pressure and decline when he is responsible for all the consequences once this thing is done. The gods love to make people unlucky.

Telling him that my opinion was only mine, and I didn't see a trace of doubt in the way he looked at me, but from the moment he shook his head, I knew that I might not be able to convince him.

He has never been a soft-eared guy, he has a very strong sense of self, and he is often more difficult to be swayed by the opinions of others. It's just that some people will be called stunned if they are so stubborn, and the difference between the two is only in the impression of the person and whether the thing was done in the end.

We looked at each other, and at the end I felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. I was ready for him to either nod in agreement or shake his head in no. But in the end he only breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and went into the house.

I didn't go in, I just leaned against the wall outside and listened to the movement inside, it was quiet, only the voice of Lothar, the firm voice.

Once again, the city began to pack and prepare to flee as fast as it could, and there was not much time, especially since the speed of movement of these old and weak women and children was itself slow. When I saw a group of people running on the bridge, I was still worried.

The order was to evacuate immediately, but some people didn't seem to be very attentive to this order, wondering whether they were unaware of the danger or ignorant of life and death itself, or if they were born like this. They are grumbling, they are slow, they are reluctant.

When I saw this kind of person, I wanted to leave him behind in addition to slapping him, but when I really grabbed him and let him stay, he accused me of having no humanity, no morality, no mercy, and no compassion.

There are people who don't deserve to be saved, and what would those who shed their blood think if they knew that they had protected some of them with their lives. I glared at them angrily, with yellow teeth spitting and foaming at the corners of my mouth, accusing me. But on second thought, this kind of person is still a minority after all.

I turned my face to find Morgan standing not far away, looking at me with her arms crossed, and a smile appeared on her face when she saw me looking at her.

Sitting at the head of the bridge and waiting to watch the sun set, the lake is beautifully illuminated by the sunset, and it may not be seen tomorrow. I took out my pistol and played with it, and the workers on the bridge in the distance were still working, and it is estimated that the people who built it could never have imagined that they would only think that it would stand for a hundred years and never thought of demolishing it.

Scouts flew past me, and in a moment the town was full of alarms. It seems that the orcs are coming much faster than we thought.

Grabbing one of the workers who was about to return to the city, he said, "Didn't you break the bridge?" ”

"Who said that?" He looked at me in amazement, as if he had been instructed to do the wrong thing.

"Didn't you destroy the bridge?" I glared at him.

He grabbed the person next to him and asked him how his superiors told them to do the construction, and after getting a positive answer, he glanced at me and left. Not to destroy the bridge, but to plant explosives on it.

Immediately go to Lothar and ask what he means, this is different from yesterday's discussion. And Lothar didn't explain it to me, he only told me to make sure the cannon would go off.

Before dinner time, there was a fire on the other side of the lake, and it was a series of fires.

The orc army is coming.

I stood at the head of the bridge and touched the black muzzle of the cannon beside me. A few small boats left the shore and rowed forward against the bridge. Pray not to attack tonight.

The army waited at the bridgehead, and Grayson stood beside me, while his brother jumped to the stone pier at the head of the bridge with his spear in his hand.

"How long has it been since you've been fighting?" I asked Grayson.

"I don't remember." "I've forgotten how old I am," he said. ”

"You're living a very chic life."

"It's also helpless." "But now I think it makes sense." ”

"Do you think we're going to win?"

He looked at the other side and was silent, and after a while he said slowly, "Are you afraid?" ”

"I'm afraid." I say.

He looked at me and smiled. "I'm not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"There is always a death." He said. "There is no essential difference between dying now and dying in the future."

"But people always want to live."

"It is the luck of this man to die for his faith and will." He said.

"I didn't expect you to be so noble."

"No, nothing noble."

"What are you fighting for?" I asked him. "What do you believe?"

"Actually...... My ancestors followed King Soladin, he was a knight of King Soladin and the flag bearer of the Soladin Order. My father told me how proud our family was when I was my great-grandfather. ”

He pouted, "My great-grandfather even later served as the deputy head of the Knights. "He seems to be stuck in the memories." But King Soladin later died, and it was Lothar's wife who succeeded her brother to the throne. He said, "It's inheritance, do you know what inheritance is?" He let out a sigh of relief and looked at me, "Lothar is the true king. ”

"That's all in the past." I say.

"The past is not forgetting, and forgetting is betrayal."

He continued: "My great-grandfather was the deputy head of the Order, and the commander of the order at that time was called Igor Alexton, have you met him? Oh no...... You can't see him anymore, he's been dead for years, he's descendant. It's that Alexton Manor. He glanced at me, "The descendants of the Alexton family have forgotten their oath. ”

"What oath?"

"An oath of allegiance."

"That was years ago."

"But I won't forget." He said as he looked at his brother Luke, the fool who was playing a statue. "The Sanders will always be loyal to King Lothar." He turned his face to look at me, "The real king." ”

"You'd better not say that again." I turned my head to look behind me.

"Lothar should take back the throne." He said. "He's got the power."

I looked at him with some confusion, this guy seemed to be ...... before Not really.

"The fire on the other side is moving!" Luke said quietly, pointing into the distance.

Before he could finish speaking, a trumpet sounded in the middle of the bridge, and all the troops on the bridge stood up in an instant. The orcs are really not authentic, and they attack at night!

The bridge was filled with garrisons, with spiked fences every ten meters, and Lothar set up layers of obstacles and positioned the defenders out of range of orc bows.

The battle began, and although it was far away, I could hear the shouts and killings on the other side of the lake clearly, and the drums on the opposite side were quite shocking.

It seems that I underestimated Lothar's military talents, and I smiled ashamedly at the thought of this. Lothar placed archers and shieldmen in small boats, which could not fit a few people, but could not hold many boats. The abandoned bridge of a few hundred meters not only allowed the boats to leave the range of the orcs on the shore, but the boats on the left and right made up for the lack of frontal attacks by the defenders on the bridge.

There were no torches on the boat, and there was only a small oil lamp to prevent the ships from colliding. I clapped and laughed as all the ships went ashore. Another reason is that the orcs rushed straight onto the bridge and engaged our soldiers in close combat without using artillery!

In fact, most of the defenders went up to the bridge. The Orcs have always fought in one go, and the offensive in front of the orcs went smoothly, not only capturing large areas of land but also defeating our army one after another, and their morale was high and the momentum was positive.

For now, it may be the best option that Lothar can give us.

I was as anxious as a cat scratched, lest I see the soldiers in front of me fall backwards. The battle lasted from night to midnight, and lasted until midnight, after which the orcs had withdrawn their troops!

After these few hours of fighting, my restless heart calmed down a little.

Hurry up to transport the wounded from the front to the rear, and the reserves immediately replace the troops in front. When the boat on the lake sailed back to shore, it received unusually enthusiastic applause.

I looked at Lothar, and a smile appeared on his serious face.

As the sky began to lighten, I saw a large number of human and orc corpses floating on the blood-stained lake.

I looked at a few shells in the ammunition box and hoped that the time they would actually be used was when they were counterattacked!

My telescope was no longer in Reggie's possession, and when I asked Lothar for it, he said that it was now available as a gift to him. I've never seen a gift like this.

The number of orcs on the other side of the lake is far more than we can bear. Last night's initial assault was aborted, and now that dawn is all our defenses in sight.

Lothar handed me the binoculars, and when I looked at it again, my heart suddenly became colder. The orcs on the opposite side actually brought siege equipment...... Trebuchet followed the cart.

"Tell the troops to prepare the oil!" Lothar instructed.

We didn't have time to wait until three o'clock to prepare breakfast and bacon, omelette, ham, cheese, and wine. Food was brought in a little as soon as it was daylight, and the reservists were able to replace most of the soldiers from the previous night with enough food and drink as fast as they could.

Actually, I'm very worried, even if the orcs don't have any tricks, we don't seem to have any chance of winning if they just fight with their lives, the number of opponents is too large, and if they fight with wheels today, we can't stand it properly!

Shortly after all the personnel were replaced, the orcs were ready to attack again, but this time the orcs learned to attack smartly. Their trebuchets played a great role, and the stones did not have to be very large, and the range of what was thrown was greatly increased, and our soldiers were forced to retreat. By the time the stones retreated to the orcs were completely unable to escape, we had lost most of the bridge.

The orcs are really better at cutting trees than we are, and after a morning of trebuchet bombardment, they have almost cut down the forest on the shore. They're building rafts!

I looked at Lothar, his face that had just relaxed a little was clouded again.

"Tell the women of the Vault to evacuate to Stormwind...... Speed up the evacuation! The sooner the better! He turned to the herald beside him.