Chapter 1091
South of Imperial Capital, on the banks of the Jewel River in the blockade, Imperial Avenue.
Only after trying it personally can I understand how terribly troublesome it is to manage a large territory and an army of tens of thousands of people.
Although the power granted by the elf Prince, this does not mean that the chief wizard Anson Zade of the Royal Court can immediately command the tens of thousands of elf warrior forces-on the contrary. , This is at best a start.
He must personally meet with each warrior leader, reorganize them after receiving the oath of allegiance, assign tasks, hand in hand accountability, send messengers to deliver letters and supervise the progress of the tasks, and then... Repeat the above content almost a thousand times.
Basically this is what he did day and night in the past few days.
And what he did was just "take all the baggage and captives, merge according to the designated route, and then go forward" such a small thing that seemed insignificant, and did not even involve any part related to the battle. , And gave the warrior chiefs a great deal of freedom, but it still kept him busy to find North.
Holding on the wand snatched from a noble manor, the sweaty Anson Zade raised his tired eyes, some of his scalp numb looked towards all around densely packed, which was on the move. Azores warriors.
in the past he would be proud of such a large army, or at least feel safe; but now he can only feel trouble, trouble, and countless troubles.
It sucks, it sucks... Why does His Royal Highness Rodría Azores always look relaxed and comfortable when he is commanding the army, but he becomes a mess when he is replaced by himself?
took a deep breath, Anson Zade sighed very helplessly.
The blindfolded elf girl following Anson Zade, struggling with a long knife like a cane: "The heavy team is completely dragged at the end of the team, and there are prisoners-just now. A warrior leader said that there were almost two to three thousand prisoners at the back of the team, and there were signs of escape."
"It seems that our plan is still too ideal. So many troops are retreating on a large scale. There are more problems than imagined."
"This is not ideal at all, not at all!"
Anson Zade retorted weakly: "This The army also has these warriors. They used to cross the imperial defense line in just five days before, and within three days, they fought with two imperial armies and occupied most of the territory of Western Sacrament!"
"If they can accomplish so many things in ten days, then there is no reason why they can't retreat to the designated area within four days to regroup and reorganize the defense line-so something must be wrong, something went wrong, Things shouldn’t be like this!"
"So it’s not the warriors’ fault, but Anson’s lack of ability?"
"I...I...嘁!"
The speechless Anson Zade opened his mouth and realized that he could not refute at all; he stomped his feet hard and accelerated the pace forward.
"An Sen... is still unwilling to admit his mistakes and shortcomings as always."
The blindfolded elf girl who face doesn't change said to herself: "Do it again Go on, when will the only eldest son of Zade's family grow up?"
While talking, Lori Zade followed the angry younger brother step by step.
The next second, the blindfolded elf girl suddenly stopped and turned her right hand behind her with the knife.
"Anson!"
The clear anger made the wizard wizard who had not come back to his senses from the shame instinctively turned her head and saw the wizard girl standing in place , As if facing an enemy.
"Master elder sister..."
"There is a voice... approaching from the back of the team." Lori Zade's face was sinking, even though she was blindfolded, she could still be seen The expression was serious: "It's not easy to judge the distance, but...it should be the cavalry of the Empire."
The cavalry... Byrne Knight? !
An Sen, whose expression was shocked, had no doubt at all. He raised his right hand wand, and a bunch of "lightsaber" burst in the air.
"The whole army...stand on the spot--!"
The entire marching team was quiet at the moment the order was issued.
"The front team has changed to the rear team, start the formation on the spot, close the line, prepare to defend and meet the enemy!" An Sen hurriedly did not wait for the last sentence to finish, and immediately issued another order:
"Send a messenger to contact the rear to figure out the situation!"
Before he finished speaking, dozens of elven warriors had already moved towards the rear of the entire marching team and rushed away.
At the same time, the entire elven warrior army began to gather the front line at the same time-although that is said, in fact, only the thousands in the front can be ordered by Anson, and the back row is still there. At a moderate pace, it was not until the sound of an eagle-like horn sounded that the pace was increased.
Different from the tight formation of the empires, the battle method of the Azores must cause their line to be very loose, so the length of the entire marching team is also one and a half times the length of the empires of the same strength, the most direct The consequence is that the speed of getting news is very slow.
After nearly a quarter of an hour, Anson Zade, who had gathered one third force, finally got accurate information from the rear.
And it is the worst, the result he least wants to see.
"Loren Torino, the Duke of Byrne, raided the last side of the marching team. After defeating the guarded warrior, he took no less than a thousand prisoners. He is now organizing the army... Offensive?"
"The army in the back row is organizing defenses, and they have not been breakthrough for the time being, but..."
Looking at Anson Zade, who was both shocked and angry, I felt angry. The elf warrior who was caught in the air also had a hint of unwillingness on his face: "There are many enemy cavalry, and the damage they can cause to them with leather armor, long spear and long knives...very little!"
An Sen with a sinking face Raise the right hand to signal the other party to stop talking.
"Loren·Torino...he came for you. More precisely, he came for us, more than 20,000 wizard warriors."
The blindfolded wizard on the side The girl whispered: "It's only a matter of time before he breaks through like this, and it's only a matter of time before he rushes here...Will you fight?"
Anson gritted his teeth, his palm trembling slightly while holding his wand tightly.
The situation is completely different from what was expected.
He guessed that the other party would launch a raid while he was retreating, but he didn’t expect the other party to be at the time of his departure, not at the time of the journey, but at When he was about to rendezvous with His Royal Highness Rodria, he attacked from the back of the team and made himself completely unprepared.
If the judgment is good, there should be a day or so between yourself and His Royal Highness.
But the current situation is very unfavorable for him.
The wide avenue is simply a natural and excellent battlefield for heavy cavalry; the Byrne Knights can charge with all their strength, defeating the blocked elves warriors, and kill them all the way straight. In front of myself.
By then, I will have to face the same situation as in the Battle of Eboden again...No, even more terrifying than that time. This time I am not facing the exhausted wizard. It was the fully armed Duke of Byrne with countless guards beside him.
So... do we have to fight? !
Do you really have the courage to make up your mind and fight to the death with Loren Torino? !
The shivering elf boy, the cold sweat on his forehead kept slipping like raindrops, wet his clothes.
"pa."
The little white hand pressed his wet shoulder.
"Master elder sister?"
"There is nothing to be afraid of, I'm right behind you." Lori Zade lowered her voice and whispered: "Don't give yourself too much I'm under pressure, Anson."
"I don't have..." The elf boy wanted to defend something.
"Leave it to me here."
Before he could finish, the blindfolded elf girl stepped forward and blocked Anson behind her: "Take the command of the army Give the power to me, and then you can rush to the siege camp as soon as possible, and let His Royal Highness Rodria send troops to siege Loren Torino."
"At Anson’s speed, if you are alone, you shouldn’t even use it for half a day. Can you make it-before that, I will try to hold the Duke of Byrne as much as possible, and block him here, and I will leave the rest to Anson for you to take care of, please!"
"Go ahead!" , Don’t worry, let alone guilt, this is the best choice right now."
As the voice fell, Lori Zade’s face became a little more determined.
But Anson didn't have any thoughts of backing off.
"No...no, I can't leave this monster to the elder sister to face it alone."
Slightly startled Lori Zade looked back slightly: "Anson, now It’s not that you are awkward and angry..."
"I'm not angry!" The grumpy elf boy snatched up:
"I'm just fed up!"
"I'm fed up with being plotted against each step, fed up with being played with that nasty guy like a foolish fool, fed up with falling into his trap again and again!"
"This time, will this time be the same? Did he guess that I didn't dare to confront him head-on, so he provokes me this way?!"
"Or he had guessed my plan a long time ago, so he arrogantly felt that as long as I realized that I was seen through by him, I would immediately run away?!"
"It's ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous. Ridiculous; trifling more than a thousand cavalry, but I have more than 20,000 elf warriors on my side, with a battle strength of twenty to one. Why should I be the one who fled because of fear, shouldn’t it be him who ran away because of fear? Is it?!"
Listening to An Sen's restless self-talk, the blindfolded elf girl opened her mouth and stopped talking.
"So I won't run this time, and I won't let that monster be happy again-I will fight him head-on, even if it costs more!" Anson Zade angrily roared:
"The whole army-line up, prepare for war!"
"Here, we are facing the imperial duke who once shamed the Azores in Eboden, Loren Torino !"
"In the name of Xiong Yingwang, in the righteous name of the life and death of Azores, I assure you-today next year will be the festival of Loren Torino!"
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Imperial Avenue, the back line of the Azores army.
The spacious avenue of the Empire was covered with corpses. There were empires and Azorean elves. The knight-errant Knights who had just defeated the Azorean elves put down their saddles again. With the assistance of a handful of survivors, the battlefield was cleaned up and the corpses were cleaned up to make way for the horses.
“forgive me to speak bluntly, Duke, it’s not time to clean the battlefield.” White Horse Peak hurried back, count Rigeler followed Loren closely, keeping his eyes on those who were cleaning the battlefield. On the Knights:
"What we have just defeated is only the Azores escorting the baggage, and the army dragged in the back is less than one-twentieth at best; if we continue to spend more time Wasting on things like cleaning the battlefield, nineteenths of twentieth elves will run away!"
"Nineteenths of twentieth?"
Stop the pace The black hair wizard, a little surprised and a little funny, glanced at the Rigeler behind him: "You mean they will choose to run away instead of turning around and fight against us after receiving the news that they were raided by us. That's right, but an army of elven warriors of 20,000 or so."
"The number doesn't tell you everything." Regal frowned: "We have more than a thousand elite Knights, and we have an open imperial avenue in front of us. No amount of troops can stop Knight’s wall-mounted charge-time is the opportunity and the key to whether we can win or not."
"If you continue to spend it like this, wait until the enemy and the siege. If the camp headquarters meet or the Defensive Array line is completely organized, we really have no chance at all!"
"Yes, time is the fighter." Loren nodded: "Because of this, We have to wait."
Rigel's brow furrowed more severely: "I don't understand, you mean..."
"If you command this army It’s the little Prince, I’ll probably accept your suggestion... No, if it’s him, I should have taken advantage of this gap to go to Imperial Capital long ago."
Loren shrugged: "But now the enemy His response tells me-no matter who the commander in command of this army is, he is definitely not the Rodria Azores who fought us at Eboden!"
"In the past few days, I fought with this elf for almost seven or eight days. This is a guy who is easy to get anxious, but sometimes very stubborn; so if he knows that the attacker is me, he will never run away, but will fall. Overdo it and fight with me."
"So I will take a little time to judge, and bet whether he is really so desperate and crazy—if so, huh...we can not only defeat him , Maybe there is still a chance to wipe him out!"
Rigrel was completely shocked.
For the first time, he discovered that he actually didn't understand the Lord Duke in front of him—heaven knows, how many bold plans were in his mind? !
There are more than a thousand Knights and reinforcements who don’t know when they will arrive. He plans to wipe out 20,000 elves with these? !
Ask yourself, Rigeler thinks that if you change to a battle like this, you must first consider retreating—this is the normal commander’s thinking. The momentary victory is not important at all. Keep it safe. The formation of the army and the battle strength are the most important...
"Duke, the Azores are starting to attack!" Fiend, a hunter who rushed back to report, interrupted Rigelel's thinking.
"The order is assembled!" Loren's face showed a happy smile:
"Goal up ahead, the whole army charge!"