Volume II, Chapter 52
They were surprised again and again to find that they could do a lot of things in a different way, and it turned out that following the boss was so interesting...... I know, they're used to it, and they're addicted.
That's exactly what I've been looking for.
Now, as long as I am with them, not to let them lie on their stomachs in the woods, but to let them immediately go and fight the Demon Alliance, they will be willing.
Is this the charm of the Commander? I laughed self-deprecatingly.
It was getting dark, and it was almost the appointed time, so I walked alone to the beach and waited.
Stepping on the beach, the sea breeze penetrates into the helmet, and it is really cool and comfortable.
I was fascinated by the waves surging up the beach again and again and then receding, when suddenly there was a soft sound of "whoosh" not far away, and when I looked up, a head had been revealed on the sea.
It was an aqua man, and I guess he had swam in and didn't show up until I was sure I was identified.
With a flick of my fingers, I lifted the face guard upwards.
Seeing my black eyes and a strand of hair hanging down from my forehead, the aquarist's eyes lit up, and as soon as he lowered his body, he swam towards me at such a fast speed.
"Hello Governor!" he came to me, saluting, "I am the outpost. β
"Has the fleet arrived?" I looked at him, "why aren't you dressed?"
"My lord, the fleet is waiting in the open sea, and I have already called my men back to report it. He smiled embarrassedly: "It's inconvenient to wear clothes in the water......"
I beckoned backwards and called out to the herald.
"Retract the Rangers and release the Wingman Scouts. I said to the herald, "Regiments are ready to board." One battalion per boat. β
Then he said to the Aqua outpost, "Is there a guard on the sea?"
"Yes, Governor!" replied the outpost, "at sea." No one can approach us silently! The fleet's cordon is very reliable. β
"That's good. β
The first five transport ships approached. I vouch. Before that, no one on the mainland had ever seen this kind of ship shape.
At first glance, this type of transport ship is not tall, the hull is wide and wide, and it looks very bulky. If you look closely at the bow or stern of the ship, you will discover the secrets of this type of ship.
It's a catamaran, like two regular clippers connected together. The space above the waterline is large and can accommodate a large number of people and supplies. However, the area below the waterline is very small. Not only can it be driven quickly, but it is also quite stable. Even if the aquarium gathered all the craftsmen, only 20 boats were built in half a year, which shows the complexity of the process.
Without waiting for the gangplank to be placed, one of the aquarists jumped onto the shore and ran towards me. He was dressed in a dark style of high-ranking military uniform, with silver stars shining on his shoulders, and he was Shande!
"Devil!" Sander shook my hand vigorously, "This is our fleet, are you proud?"
"Proud fart, who told you to let Furna go to me?" I said, "How's the rest of the progress going?"
"Why are you upset? Don't you like Furna?" Sander was stunned, "Everything else is going well. β
I don't want to discuss personal issues with him here: "Let's talk about it when we get on board." β
The troops boarded the ships in battalion units, and in the blink of an eye, five transport ships were fully loaded offshore. Other transport ships waiting on the side immediately took our place.
Under the command of the officers, it took only half an hour for all four regiments to get on board. The transport ship sailed to the open sea to rendezvous with the escort warship.
"The devil. Sander climbed into the lookout room and handed me a glass of red wine: "What are you looking at?"
I took the glass and replied to him: "Look at our fleet. β
"It's dark and flickering, how can you see it clearly!" said Shande, "Let's see it tomorrow!
"That's right, Xander. I took a sip of red wine: "The fleet is not just done with us, you have to be ready to meet us at any time...... Does our fleet have the ability to do this?"
"Rest assured, there is no problem at sea that can stump us. "There are a few small islands off the coast close to the landing site, and although the conditions are not very good, they can still be used as temporary bases," said Shande. β
"Have you had any trouble?" I asked, "You haven't encountered any other ships, have you?"
"No, we have always been very careful, and the fleet is a cordon fifty miles away. Sander said to me, "Those little sampans of the Demon Alliance can also call boats, and they never dare to go two hundred miles from the shore." β
"Hehe, that's what I said. I smiled: "It doesn't matter which side of the ship it is, if you run into it, it's all trouble." You're smart, don't you need me to remind you how to do it?"
"It's a devil. Shander nodded: "I know." β
Looking at his expression, I was upset: "What? Do you think I'm cruel?"
"It's not cruel, and I know that if you want to keep it a secret, you have to do it. Shande said seriously: "I don't know why, no matter how serious the reason is, it will change the taste when it comes out of your mouth." β
"Damn!" I gave Shande a blank look, "You want to be beaten again?"
"Come on, don't think you're a nobleman. Shander put down his glass: "Who is afraid of whom...... Oops!"
I hummed a little song and went back to the cabin, leaving my nose and face swollen.
The fleet was moving very fast, and two days later we had reached the Demon Alliance, taking advantage of the late night landing site in the territory of the Camp Empire.
The Camp Empire, an empire with a large land area in the Demon Alliance, its climatic conditions are similar to those of the Sibia Empire, and the racial differences are not very large, which is the main reason why I chose this place as a battlefield.
The other main reason is that there is a large mountain range that stretches for hundreds of miles near the coastline of the Camp Empire, and with this mountain range, my troops can be better hidden.
Helter, who had arrived first, had set up camp in the mountains not far from the landing site, and we took advantage of the darkness to rendezvous with Helter.
It is said that it is a camp, but in fact it is just a guarded mountain, and in order not to be discovered by the enemy, there is not even a single tent.
We stayed on this hill every day, and on the one hand, we sent a large number of people to set up new camps. On the one hand, we waited for the intelligence officers to send us more detailed information.
Ten days passed. Two more waves of troops arrived. A total of 50,000 troops were assembled.
On the other hand, our intelligence gathering has also been completed, and we have a clear understanding of the distribution of the Demon Alliance's troops in the territory of the Camp Empire, as well as the logistical supply routes.
Counting the days, I should do it in these few days, otherwise I will not achieve the goal of holding back the enemy.
On this day, I summoned all the officers at the battalion commander level and above and gave them combat missions.
"As you all know, we are now in the territory of the Demon Alliance. I won't talk much about how dangerous it is. I looked at the group of officers and said, "Anyway, there's no good fruit to eat if you're caught by the Demon Alliance, so you'd better run fast when you carry out your orders." β
The officers laughed under their breath.
"It seems that you are not afraid of death, all right! I'll show you. I asked the lieutenant to spread out a large map: "Look at the layout of the Demon Alliance!"
"This is the camp empire where we are located!" I pointed to the map with a twig and said, "The two red lines you see now are the two logistics supply lines of the Demon Alliance in camp, and the big red dots on the lines are the garrisons. β
The officers looked at the two thick red lines on the map and didn't understand why I started with logistics.
"Chief of Staff!" I threw the branch to Carlos, "Come down to you!"
"Yes!" Carlos stood up.
"The task given to our legion by the military headquarters is to hold back the enemy in the front, but no matter how hard we try, we cannot destroy them in a head-on battle. And on the dividing line between gods and demons, they can be mobilized at any time, and our delay will become an empty word, and the people in the military department can find fault with us. β
Carlos said: "The only way to do it is to play logistics. Leaving them without food and clothing, plunging them into chaos. Only then can we achieve the goal of procrastination. β
"Our entire operational plan is that Commander Cohen will lead ten regiments to strike at this transport line that is farther away. Carlos pointed to the map and said, "Captain Heert of the Second Wing led ten regiments to attack this transport line that was closer, and Commander Moya of the Third Wing led four regiments to the camp, ready to meet at any time. β
The officers listened to the combat mission of their troops without blinking an eyelid.
"The regiments must move quickly! We must bring down these two transport lines in the shortest possible time.
There aren't many enemies stationed on the route we've chosen, so we'll have to take them all at once!" I added, "And it's not easy for the Demon Coalition to make a correct judgment, and even if they make a correct judgment, it will take time to move troops against us. The territory of the Camp Empire is vast, we can't fight it, can't we hide it?"
"Sir, it's no problem to hide, we're all skilled. One officer said, "Do you need to disguise your identity?"
"Absolutely. The logistics regiment prepared a black cloth for each soldier, and covered me with the slave brand on my face, and I was only allowed to shout and not speak when I moved!" I said, "Now, it is the turn of the chief liaison officer to speak. β
"Everyone, pay attention, you can only remember what I said in your head, and you can't leak it in the slightest, it's too much about people's lives. Marfa put away his usual smile: "In the entire territory of the Camp Empire, there are a total of 270,000 enemy troops.
Among them, there are 90,000 people in the four legions of the local garrison, most of them defend the capital, and the remaining 180,000 people in the three legions of the demon alliance army are basically gathered on the front line. So, there aren't many enemies we need to face. I've assigned a liaison officer to each of your battalions, so if you don't know anything, just ask, they all know. β
Marfa then gave a detailed account of each of the enemy's troops.
The Chief of Logistics also presented the replenishment plan.
"Do you know what you're doing?" I asked, standing up.
"Yes, sir!"
"Alright, you guys go back immediately. I said, "Let's do it tonight!" A gust of autumn wind swept through the field, and all kinds of wild grasses with yellow leaf tips swayed back and forth in the wind.
The sky darkened, it was already August, and even in the territory of the Camp Empire, where the seasons were like spring, the slight autumn breeze would make people feel a little cool.
A brightly coloured bird flapped its wings and flew out of the grass, which had been alarmed by a carriage passing by the road. It flew up a small tree and looked disapprovingly at the convoy stretching down the road with its dark eyes.
Loaded wagons passed in front of his eyes and drove towards a large area of buildings in the distance.
"Ignitionβ"
It is a transport station located in the interior of the Camp Empire, which is responsible for the relay of all grain on the front line of the Empire. All food destined for the front line needs to be diverted here.
As the date of the war approaches. There are also more convoys to and from the transport station. Soldiers often had to stay up all night to finish their work. No, it was not yet completely dark, and the officers called for their men to light the torches.
"Light the torch - hey! don't fucking sleep!" On a high watchtower, there were two Camp soldiers, and the tall soldier kicked his companion: "You don't want to die! Let the captain see you, and you're dead!"
"Kick what! don't kick you, don't you just light a torch?" the short soldier picked up the torch beside him, muttering a spell in his mouth. With a whew, the torch lit.
While sticking the torch in his hand, the short soldier complained in a low voice: "Fuck, it's better to die at the front than to go to the front and die without giving time to sleep every day." β
"Cut! Are you still on the front line like this?" said the tall soldier with a smile, "You don't need to let the lackeys of the Divine Alliance beat you to the ground without a single face!"
"Then you're not going?" said the short soldier, "When you encounter the Tanxi cavalry of the Divine Alliance, you must be so scared that you pee your pants!"
"I'll tell you later. Look! The convoy is here again. The tall soldier leaned out from the watchtower, turned around and said, "It's forage for the Seventh Legion again, how many trips are you going to today?"
"What's so strange about this, the cavalry of our Seventh Legion is one of the top three, and the cavalry of the Divine Alliance Army is not comparable at all!" The short soldier said, "It seems that the Seventh Legion is the main attack this time. β
"How do you know?"
"Since yesterday. The carriage to go to the Seventh Legion will be changed, right?"
"Yes! β
"Learn to be a little boy, only a light four-wheeled carriage can keep up with the speed of the Seventh Legion!"
The short soldier smugly said, "There is no road on the dividing line. Heavy wagons would get stuck in the mud. β
"Aren't you going to be a few more days than meβuh!"
The tall soldier wanted to say something, but a long arrow through his chest had nailed him to the central pillar of the watchtower.
Before the short soldier could recover his senses, a second arrow pierced his neck, blood spurting out.
With a "poof", the short soldier fell against the fence, gasping for breath, but heard a "hiss" from his neck, and after three or two blows, his head was tilted to the side.
The tall soldier was vomiting blood, and he gathered all his strength to reach out a hand, trembling and groping towards a rope above his head, which was connected to the alarm bell.
Who knows, just as the hand was raised to his ear, another arrow flew and nailed his palm to the middle post.
Tears flowed down the cheeks of the tall soldier and fell on the blood-stained plank. In just a moment, the transparent tears were swallowed by the purple-red blood.
A large number of dark shadows were pouring out of the fields that should have been empty, and they approached the camp at great speed, and this was the warehouse area in the middle of the camp, and there were no other guards except for a few watchtowers.
"Enemy...... Where did it come from?" "Looking at these black shadows climbing over the fence under the watchtower, the tall soldiers who had given up their efforts could hardly believe their eyes, this is the interior of the Camp Empire, hundreds of miles away from the front line!
On the dividing line between gods and demons, there are iron armies on both sides, and it is difficult for birds to cross, where did these people come from?!
The central pillar of the watchtower trembled slightly, and someone was climbing up, of course, those dark shadows.
It would be nice if the spear in his hand didn't fall off when he was hit by the arrow, and the tall soldier now regretted that he must be very embarrassed to be seen by the enemy like this.
A dark figure climbed up, first to check on the short soldier who had fallen to the side, and then to the tall soldier.
In the light of the magic torch, the tall soldier finally saw the enemy clearly.
Physically, the enemy was supposed to be a human, the face under the helmet was still covered with a black cloth, and all the tall soldier saw was a pair of light gray eyes.
He was also a soldier, but the tall soldier could not find any identification mark on him, his armor had no collar flowers, no rank, and his armor was covered with a colorful "dress", and large pieces of black and green were entangled in the fabric, as if they had knocked over the kitchen floor with spices.
The tall soldier felt that the enemy's dress was even more comical than that of a clown.
That was the last thought of the tall soldier, for he had his neck broken immediately afterward. Under the watchtower, there were more and more dark shadows entering the camp, like ants that had fallen into their nests and moved before a rainstorm, and the ants were sneaking in a seemingly scattered formation.
A dark shadow leapfrogged the others, crawled to the outside of a lighted tent, looked at it for a moment, and then turned back, making a long series of gestures to the shadows behind him.
The shadows nodded and dispersed, crawling towards the tent.
At the same time, there were also a dozen dark shadows on a hill not far from the camp, and they were paying attention to what happened in the camp.
Among them, the person standing at the front was not only dressed in black clothes and black armor, but even the saber and an extra-long cloak on his body were black...... As soon as the wind blew, a few traces of black hair rose up behind his head.
Even his hair is black, so he is the most completely black!
"Almost. He said to the dark shadow beside him, "Start the magic attack!"
In the silence of the night, a few low birdsong voices spread far away, one after another, straight to the two camp gates.
"Hey, did you hear anything?" asked a werewolf guard at the camp gate.
"A few bird calls. His companion replied, "What's so strange?"
The werewolf guard scratched at his stuffy head, "Oh no! I think I hear the sound of chanting magic...... The tone is kind of like oh!"
His companion was about to taunt the nervous werewolf when he noticed a light in the distance. He opened his mouth wide and watched in amazement as a dozen fireballs flew towards the camp gateβ"Boom!"
Several wagons waiting to enter the camp gate were the first to hit! Bursting magical fireballs tore the carts apart entirely, and bales of ignited hay were blasted into the sky.
"Enemy attackβ"
Before a crying alarm could be sounded, the guards were all engulfed in the raging flames. Not only was the gate of the camp crumbling with a magical fireball, but even the nearby fence was ablaze, and the raging flames were connected into a large curtain of fire.
The first wave of fireballs had just exploded, and the second wave of magic fireballs flew close to the ground.
Unlucky this time it was the reinforcements who ran to the camp gate, who had come after hearing the noise, and the poor fellows did not notice the fireballs that had appeared out of thin air through the fire curtain until the last moment.
In the blink of an eye, the front and rear gates were completely sealed with flames, and the camp was in chaos.
At the camp garrison headquarters in the middle of the camp, an officer ran out of the tent and immediately shouted: "Enemy attack at the camp gate - the guards follow me!"
He was answered by a dense rain of arrows, one of which pierced his body and plunged into the abdomen of the officer behind him.
After the rain of arrows, dozens of magic fireballs for lighting were unleashed, and the magic fireballs floating in the air illuminated the camp as bright as day. Countless black shadows who had infiltrated the camp drew their swords and slashed at the camp soldiers who had just run out of the tent. (To be continued......)