On March nights, the cold is still pressing.

Richard took the flask from his horseback and took a sip of the spirits, sending a hot current from his stomach.

Liquor is a necessity in the army of the Harland Territory, and the high level of liquor can not only be used to disinfect the battlefield.

When fighting, if the climate is cold, it is necessary to provide some liquor for the soldiers.

Take a sip and your stomach will feel much better.

In addition to liquor, the province will also issue a steel flask to the soldiers.

The flask is only the size of a palm, with a capacity of about four taels, and is made by the casting method, and the cost is about ten copper coins.

Richard took a sip of white wine, dispelled a little chill on his body, turned his head, and asked his uncle Soros, "Have the casualties been counted?" ”

"The statistics are out. Six of the Warcraft cavalry were killed, four were killed and five were wounded, and nine were lightly and seriously wounded. Twelve heavy cavalry were killed and twenty-three were seriously wounded. Sixteen auxiliary cavalry were killed and twenty-nine were seriously wounded. ”

"The casualties are about a third. All the wounded soldiers were taken away, and if the horses could not be taken away, the pain of the wounded horses should be ended as soon as possible. ”

Cavalry and war horses have been accompanied for a long time, so they will naturally have special feelings.

Especially the Warcraft War Horse, which can barely be regarded as a high-level intelligent creature.

The IQ of the iron wildebeest is already equivalent to that of a human child, with a special social structure, and a small amount of Warcraft language.

Killing the wounded iron wildebeest, the cavalry could not do anything at all.

"We've captured some horses and vehicles in the orc station, and the orc vehicles are relatively large enough to bring the wounded wildebeest back to the territory."

Hearing this, Richard nodded, he still had a lot of mental power left in this battle, and released a spell to treat minor injuries to several seriously injured people.

The rest of Richard's mental power was used on the Iron Wildebeest.

The vitality of the monster surpassed that of humans, and the effect of the healing technique was very good, and the injured iron wildebeest returned to Fort William safely.

Although this battle defeated the orc brigade and killed the fifth-order boar people, the casualties of the Warcraft cavalry squadron were not light, and there were two professionals who died at the hands of the orc captain.

It will take some time to restore the previous combat effectiveness.

It was only at about ten o'clock in the evening that Richard returned to Fort William with his soldiers.

After returning, Richard issued an order to clear the wilderness, requiring the generals to concentrate their people and food at Fort Vic, Fort William, and Fort Sophia.

At the same time, he gave an order to Marcus, the 7th Squadron stationed at Iron Mountain Fort, asking him to slaughter a group of strong kobolds.

After preventing the orcs from entering the territory, the kobolds cooperated in the rebellion.

Richard had already received some information about the reasons for the defeat of Count Martins.

Martins was defeated because he was reluctant to kill the orc slaves.

After all, orc slaves are also a valuable possession, and Count Martins doesn't have much money in his hands.

As a result, the large-scale rebellion of the slaves became a key factor in Martins' defeat.

A few days ago, Richard received a text message from Fort Blackriver.

Count Donny Martins has been killed in battle, and the territory has been completely lost.

Count Martins is a ninth-level warrior, the former commander of the Northern Legion, who once set up an ambush and killed the legendary boar man, and is worthy of being a famous general in the kingdom of Grant.

Such a big man still died on the battlefield, and tens of thousands of people in the county of Count Martins were all captured by the orcs in this battle.

After the capture of Barony Martins, the pressure on Fort Flame and Duke Edward increased greatly, and many Baronial Castles were lost.

At Graveson Castle, Commander Abner Wolf looked at the pitch-black sky with fear in his heart.

Although he constantly boosted morale during the day, repelled the orc attack, and barely held the castle. But Abner knew in his heart that the Graveson defenders were basically running out of way to survive this battle.

Abner was William's old subordinate and comrade-in-arms, and served as a squadron leader in the 6th Brigade for four years.

Like William, Abner came from a very ordinary background, relying on his talent to be promoted to a fourth-order professional in the Northern Legion and become a colonel-level officer.

But his roots in the Northern Legion were far less deep than William's.

Before the battle, the Northerners had decided that Graveson Castle would be difficult to hold, but this castle could not be defended.

So this unfortunate task was given to Abner.

Abner had little connections in the upper echelons of the Northern Legion, and the only person who might speak for him was the old commander William.

As a result, William did not come forward to protect him, and the unlucky Abner took over this mortal task.

Appealing to the Haaland family for help was Abner's lifesaver. It's a pity that he can't grasp this life-saving straw either.

Holding on is a dead end, and it is impossible to break through the siege, and there will be no reinforcements at all. The defenders in the castle have only one way to fight hard.

Abner's enmity with the orcs is as deep as the sea, and the deep feud of blood and the honor of a soldier make him unwilling to be a prisoner of the orcs.

Abner sat on the city wall all night with a heavy heart, feeling the minutes and seconds passing.

This is his last time, and he must enjoy it.

As the sky began to get brighter, Abner put away his heavy heart and replaced it with a heavy two-handed axe.

He laughed heartily and cheered up the soldiers.

"Soldiers, the orcs are at odds with our hatred. When I was younger, I saw my mother taken by orcs. The father was beheaded and thrown into a cauldron, becoming a pile of meat.

Our brothers and sisters, how many died at the hands of orcs?

Even if they are defeated and surrendered, and become orc captives, they will still eat our flesh when they are hungry.

People are afraid of death, and it is human instinct to fear death, and I, like my brothers, are also afraid of death. But I'd rather die than be a captive of the orcs.

Today, the orcs can only climb to the top of the city by stepping on my corpse. If I take a step back, please behead me, brothers.

Today, our Ninth Brigade of the Northern Legion is going to fight the orcs to the end. ”

When it was dawn, the orcs blew their horns again, and the four brigades of orcs attacked with all their might, launching a fierce attack from all four walls.

Although outnumbered, the soldiers of the Northern Legion fought until they ran out of gas.

Many wounded soldiers used their last strength and rolled down the wall more than ten meters high with the orcs in their arms.

Every small step forward for the orcs came at the cost of blood.

Heavy trebuchets in the castle were also fired constantly, and although the casualties were not small, the city defense also fulfilled the duty of soldiers.

It wasn't until the orcs stormed the castle and the commander Abner was killed in battle that the defenders completely collapsed.

Although the orcs conquered Graveson Castle, they suffered more than 1,200 casualties and broke their heads in this castle.

Looking at the heavy losses, Gunderson ordered the massacre of more than two hundred prisoners of war of the city defense army.

(End of chapter)