The King

   "The strong man in the sanctuary... despicable!"

   As soon as the voice landed, the head of the three-headed monster flew out. Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

   It is true that sanctuary powerhouses have no cards to participate in this level of battle, but as long as the enemies are all dead, then it is equivalent to nothing happening.

  If they hadn't been seen through, maybe the expeditionary force might still save their lives, but not now.

  For the reputation of Master Hudson on the mainland, the expeditionary force can only choose to silence. Not only the nearby enemy soldiers will be dealt with, but also the entire camp of enemy soldiers will be wiped out.

  In ethnic wars, massacres are normal, but accepting prisoners is an alternative.

  Frankly speaking, the strong in the sanctuary violated the rules of the game and participated in the secular war regardless of their identities. Once they did it, it was impossible to keep it secret.

   Gossip is not terrible, the key is not to leave evidence. If the foreign soldier survived, it would be the best witness.

  My own army may leak the news, but no one will come out to testify against Hudson.

  As the overlord of the mainland, the human race also needs face. This kind of thing that damages the image of the race, no matter how strong the evidence is in the hands of the enemy, it must be denied.

  Of course, the main reason why Hudson dared to do this was that the Alliance of Ancient Remnants was easy to bully, and there were no strong people at the sanctuary level.

  Even if they knew that they had suffered a disadvantage, they could only yell a few times, and finally swallowed their anger.

  If it is changed to a race with sanctuary powerhouses, Hudson must abide by the rules. Everyone has strong people at the sanctuary level, and if they take revenge on each other, no one will be safe.

   Killing, crazy killing.

  There were broken arms and limbs all over the place, mixed with the screams of undead, the whole camp turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, like a purgatory on earth.

  The cruel battle is gradually coming to an end, but in the distance, an advance army composed of elite survivors of the ancient times + an elf army, a total of 20,000 alien coalition forces are rushing towards them.

  Glancing at the spoils in the camp, Hudson shook his head secretly. There are indeed a lot of logistical materials, but very few are suitable for expeditionary military use.

   "Leave ten days' rations, and the rest will be set on fire when the enemy reinforcements arrive!"

   If you can't get it, you will destroy it. Any kindness in war is irresponsible to one's own people.

  Don't look at the alliance of the ancient survivors sweeping all directions, occupying countless territories and cities, but the amount of food and supplies that can be seized is not much.

  On the one hand, the Warhammer Kingdom has been fighting for years, and its agricultural production has been severely damaged, so there is not much food in stock;

  Refugees frantically poured into the Principality of Moxi, but the news of the arrival of a foreign army is not enough to help everyone make up their minds.

  Everyone has a fluke mentality, and no one wants to leave their hometown unless necessary.

  The real reason is that the nobles saw that the general situation was over, and they were unwilling to leave the enemy with cheap supplies, so they took the "clearance" action in advance.

  Not only can supplies not be left to the enemy, but people must also be taken away. Otherwise, those who stay will be the enemy's ready-made military rations.

   It can be said that except for a few resistance organizations who were unable to leave due to various reasons, the rest of the people were forced to join the migration team.

   The way to verify whether the enemy's supplies are sufficient is very simple, just look at the quality of the military rations.

  …

   "Stop advancing, there is an ambush ahead!"

  The sudden sound of the young elf woman made the expeditionary army's ambush plan come to nothing.

   In front of the strong in the sanctuary, no matter how well you cover it up, it's useless. A large group of soldiers and horses is lurking, and people can find it hundreds of meters away.

   "Detour the two wings and launch an attack!"

   Hudson ordered without changing his face.

  War cannot be smooth sailing, if the ambush fails, the battle will still continue.

   What is different from the past is that while the two armies were clashing, Hudson and the elf young woman also locked each other.

   "Since Marshal Hudson is here, why don't you come out and see him?"

  The magnetic voice of the elven young woman made Hudson's heart flutter, and he secretly wondered whether the person in front of him had the blood of a succubus.

   Immediately, this unreliable idea was dismissed. The elves who pay attention to blood inheritance cannot tolerate demons polluting their racial blood.

  If the elves were not so stubborn in this regard, their situation on the mainland would definitely be much better than it is now.

  Hudson believes that as long as the elves are willing to marry outsiders, the nobles of the human race will definitely flock to them. Without a single soldier, one can enter the core of human power.

  With the long lifespan of the elves, after a few hundred years, they will be the ancestors of the nobles of the mainland, and they can completely share the hegemony of the mainland with the human race.

  Of course, while sharing the hegemony of the continent, the elves will soon be assimilated by the human race.

   There is no way, this is determined by the racial base. The difference in numbers between millions of elves and billions of humans is too great.

  In the past history, the races assimilated by the human race were not one or two. There are still many nobles with special bloodlines on the mainland, and their ancestors have married with other races.

   It's just that with the development of time, the proportion of foreign blood is getting lower and lower, and these mixed races are slowly degenerating like ordinary people.

   "Of course I want to see you, I don't know what to call your honor?"

   While speaking, Hudson had already appeared in mid-air, confronting the elf young woman with the protection of the dragon and bear.

  Under the moonlight, he could vaguely see the outline of the opponent's body, and his intuition told Hudson that this was a stunner.

   No evidence is needed, there are not many ugly elves in the first place. If you bless the temperament of a strong man, coupled with that pure white unicorn, the appearance will be raised to another level.

   "Doris!"

  The elf young woman said resentfully.

  Hudson had vaguely sensed the murderous intent, so he didn't do anything directly, guessing that the opponent was weighing the odds.

  In fact, Hudson also wants to act first, but feels that the risk is a bit high.

  In case of a desperate situation, if someone casts some secret technique, it would be a tragedy to die with him.

  There is no hatred between the two parties, but they stand on opposite sides because of their different identities and positions, so there is no need to fight with their lives.

   "Doris, this is not your war, why bring your people here to die?"

   Hudson asked tentatively.

   This is not just talking nonsense. The peak powerhouses of both sides restrain each other, and the two elite teams also began to collide with each other.

   "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

  The sound of arrows raining through the sky pierced the silence of the night; the dazzling magic became a bright light in the night.

   "Magician back up quickly, don't enter the range of the enemy's crossbow arrows!"

   "Archers strike back!"

  …

  From the anxious voice of command, it can be known that during the short confrontation, the foreign coalition forces suffered a lot.

  The range of the magic crossbow is far longer than that of the bow and arrow. The magicians who were originally in a safe zone also unfortunately entered the range of firepower.

  In a short period of time, dozens of magicians were caught off guard and sent directly to meet the elf goddess.

  Sending archers to counterattack is also a big failure. Even though the elves' archery talent is far superior to that of humans, their current opponent is the magic crossbow.

  Whether it is range lethality or firing speed, it is not comparable to ordinary elf archers.

   Choosing to shoot at such a time is undoubtedly asking for humiliation. Even with the blessing of a sharpshooter, it can't withstand the rain of arrows.

  In the firepower confrontation, the elf army only suffered losses, while the coalition forces of the ancient survivors were purely passively beaten.

  Watching the clansmen continue to fall, the giant king ordered angrily:

   "Rush over and fight the enemy!"

   It’s impossible not to work hard, the big man of the giant family is really at a disadvantage in this kind of long-range firepower strike.

  The result of rushing out is nothing more than sending him up to be beaten.

  Melee combat is impossible. As long as the enemy is approaching, the reinforcements will retreat.

  Anyway, the attack weapon is a magic crossbow, which has very low requirements for the user, just aim and shoot sideways.

  They are all flesh and blood, even if they have rough skin and thick flesh, it will still hurt if they are hit by an arrow.

  In the blink of an eye, the giant's screams spread throughout the battlefield. The tragic scene was noticed even by Hudson in the sky.

"snort!"

   After expressing her dissatisfaction with a cold drink, the beautiful woman did not answer directly, but instead used her mental power to transmit a voice:

   "Xiaobai, let's shoot together, is there a chance to take down that annoying guy on the other side?"

  The battlefield below suffered a loss. If you want to come back in a short time, the best way is to directly capture the opponent's coach.

   Shaking his head, as if he had encountered something terrible, the unicorn turned around and ran away with Doris.

  The elf young woman blushed with anger, hurriedly grabbed the silver horn, and reprimanded sharply:

   "What's wrong with Xiaobai, I'm asking you something, why are you running around?"

   "Stupid woman, whoever ran away, I am saving your life!"

   "A giant dragon + a bear of the earth, who can you defeat?

   Didn't look at the other person's body shape, it was obvious that he had touched the second-tier Peugeot of the Sanctuary. I feel like that dragon could hit both of us.

  Dai Lisi, you didn't send it up on purpose because you fell in love with that little boy and were too embarrassed to say it..."

   Before the unicorn could finish speaking, the young elf woman slapped it down.

  Others' unicorns are pure and flawless, but her unicorn looks like a hooligan, and can often drive her to death.

   "Smelly Xiaobai, hurry back, I still have to command the battle!"

  While reprimanding her, she directly gave up her plan to capture the king. Hudson's strength seems to be average, but the mount is really powerful.

   If there was a fight, it would not be worthwhile to get a beating.

  As for the danger, Doris is not worried. Everyone is a sanctuary, even if you can't win, it is impossible to be given a second all at once.

   At most, hide in the army in a little embarrassment and wait for reinforcements to come.

   "Doris, if you want to catch that little boy, it's not like you don't have a chance.

  As long as you use your charm to seduce and let the other party relax their vigilance, there is still a chance..."

  The elf young woman couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately said furiously: "Shut up!

  You beast, if you talk nonsense again, I will castrate you..."

  Seeing Doris's anger, the Unicorn Holy Beast showed a smug look in its eyes, wanting him to go all out—no way.

  The one-horned holy beast family has long been on the verge of extinction, and there may not be more than 30 surviving in the whole continent. As the hopeful genius beast of the revived race, it cannot take risks easily.

   During the fight, the elf young woman returned to the battlefield again, and directly confused Hudson.

   Didn’t I just ask tentatively, as for such a big reaction?

  During the battle below, the elven army did suffer a lot, but the biggest loss was the coalition army of the ancient survivors.

  After the initial losses, the elf mages put up the magic shield as quickly as possible. Although they couldn't completely block the rain of arrows, they also greatly reduced the lethality of the magic crossbow.

   On the contrary, it was the stupid Tie Hanhan of the ancient survivors who didn't even have a shield, so they rushed forward desperately, and continued to contribute to the expeditionary army.

  Of course, the most important thing is that everyone has never encountered a rogue style like the Expeditionary Army.

  In the past, when encountering such a scene, human knights would bravely confront them head-on.

  The enemy changed his tactics, but he didn't follow up to update his tactics, and this was the tragedy.

  Accompanied by the heavy casualties of the coalition forces of the ancient survivors, the flanks of the elf army were also exposed, unknowingly falling into the encirclement of the expeditionary army.

  The battle was unexpectedly smooth, which doubled Hudson's confidence.

   No wonder the Mongols in the previous life were able to sweep across the Eurasian continent. If the cavalry and shooting tactics are used well, the power is really beyond imagination.

   Compared with archers, magic crossbow cavalry is more lethal. Without considering the cost, this is definitely a big killer.

   "Miss Doris, have you thought about it clearly? Your army is already under siege, and continuing to fight will only increase casualties.

  Anyway, this is not your war, just surrender, and the expeditionary army accepts prisoners.

  It just so happens that I still have an elf magician group captive in my hand, you..."

  Maybe she was stimulated, but Doris became annoyed and said, "Shut up!"

   "Despicable human race, thanks to you being a famous general in the mainland, you actually...

   Wait, our magician group has become your captive, this is impossible!

great…"

  It's so easy to lose your temper, how did you become a sanctuary? Could it be that the talents of the elves are so strong?

  No one can answer Hudson's question, but the perception of the sanctuary deep in his heart has changed again.

  Perhaps the comprehension of laws has nothing to do with xinxing, but purely depends on talent, luck and blood.

   It’s no wonder that magicians and knights don’t put forward requirements for xinxing, and there is no special way to exercise xinxing.

   "Miss Doris, this has nothing to do with the great elf goddess. When it comes to the battlefield, we are all soldiers.

  Soldiers are born for war, but they are definitely not meaningless sacrifices. Why continue a war that is doomed to fail?

  The population of the elves is small, and it is what you, the coach, should do to save the lives of the people as much as possible.

  According to the ancient Ten Thousand Races Convention, I can guarantee the treatment of your captives. As long as the nobles pay the ransom after the war, you can leave. "

   Hudson tried his best to fool him.

  Unfortunately, after a brief gaffe, the elf young woman had already recovered, and she saw through his sinister intentions at a glance.

   "Marshal Hudson, is it possible that your great reputation is all based on lip service?

   So what if we have the upper hand, our reinforcements are already on the way and will be here soon.

  Unless your subordinates can destroy us within an hour, otherwise...hehe..."

  The sudden change of face left Hudson very speechless. Sure enough, there is nothing to be fooled by the hundreds of years old antique.

   "Doris, are you sure the reinforcements will arrive on time?

   Could it be that you think that I didn't arrange for people to stop the reinforcements; or do you think that the army of the Alliance of Ancient Remnants is all elite, and my people can't even delay time? "

  The sudden voice of questioning, under the blessing of magic, directly spread throughout the entire battlefield.

   Obviously, these words were not only for Doris, but also for all the soldiers on the battlefield.

   Everyone present has a say on whether the army of the Ancient Remnants Alliance is elite. Especially the soldiers of the Allied Forces of the Remnants of Ancient Clans on the battlefield, they knew the most information and had the least confidence in their hearts.

  As carefully selected elites, they are passively beaten on the battlefield, so how dare they have confidence in their colleagues whose combat effectiveness is not as good as theirs.

   "It's tricked!"

   Seeing that the morale of the army was affected, the young elf woman immediately understood.

  Unfortunately, the established facts have been created, and it is impossible to restore them. All the soldiers of the foreign coalition knew that reinforcements could not arrive on time, and panic gradually dominated everyone's minds.

   "Marshal Hudson has good means, but unfortunately we are not so weak. Although your expeditionary army is known as a 100,000-strong army, it actually only has more than 35,000 people.

   It has experienced many wars successively, and it is impossible that there will be no damage. Except for these troops on the battlefield, I am afraid there will not be many left.

  If we want to divide our troops to stop our reinforcements, we must have troops to divide. How long can a few thousand soldiers and horses delay the army?

   Half an hour, an hour? Such a short time will pass after a while. "

  Doris hastily made amends.

   It's just that these soothing words didn't work as well as expected. On the contrary, it proved from the side that the reinforcements were blocked.

   After completing the psychological tactics, Hudson just smiled and said nothing. The more this is the case, the more calm you have to be.

   How long the reinforcements can be delayed, Hudson is not sure. Originally, he just wanted to take advantage of it and left, but he never expected that the enemy would cooperate so well, and Qingche Jiancong would kill him right away.

   But whenever the enemy brings a heavy infantry, the lethality of the magic crossbow will be greatly reduced. The lethality of the arrow also changes with the distance.

  Within fifty steps, arrows can easily penetrate heavy infantry armor; at a distance of seventy steps, arrows can only penetrate ordinary armor.

  If the distance is extended to one hundred and fifty steps away, and the arrow lands on the armor, only one sound will be heard, and at most one mark will be left.

  Armor can block it, but it does not mean that flesh and blood can also block it. Even at a distance of two or three hundred steps, being hit by an arrow will still kill a person.

   Suffering on the battlefield is painful. Watching all the elf soldiers fall, Doris gradually showed anxiety on her face.

  The elf army below has already launched a counterattack desperately, but the situation on the battlefield made her terrified. Even if the two sides fight together, the human cavalry will not lose at all.

  Combined with the continuous sneak attacks of crossbow arrows, an average of three elf soldiers were killed before a human cavalry could be taken away.

  For the elves, this style of play is a complete blood loss.

  Looking at the scale of the expeditionary force, we can tell that the ability to produce more than 30,000 elite cavalry means that they can be replicated.

  With the huge base of the human race, as long as they are willing to spend money and resources on it, it is possible to cultivate cavalry like 100,000 or a million.

   "Retreat", this thought was suppressed by Doris as soon as it arose.

   In a frontal confrontation, the army can still persist. If they retreat, they will expose their backs to the enemy.

   The war of attrition continues, and the exchange ratio on the battlefield is gradually shrinking. There is no way, the magic crossbow shoots happily, but the consumption of arrows is also high.

  The original kite tactics have now become a head-on war of attrition. At the juncture of life and death, the elf army still showed its due qualities.

  Compared to Doris's full of sorrow, Hudson still smiled unabated. Even in close combat, cavalry still has an advantage over infantry.

  Continuing to consume like this, it is only a matter of time before the entire elf army is wiped out.

  …

   "Don't get entangled with the enemy, just disrupt their marching rhythm!"

   "Detour flank attack!"

   Jose kept ordering.

  Stopping the coalition forces of the ancient survivors, this is the first time in his life that he has truly commanded a large army to fight, so he can play to his heart's content.

   "Withdraw!"

   "Let's destroy the enemy's camp!"

  Hudson gave him the order to delay the time as much as possible, and there is no requirement for how to fight specifically, as long as the Warcraft Legion does not suffer heavy losses.

  The enemy army was less than 20 miles away from the camp, and he sneaked up on the enemy five times and pretended to attack the opponent's camp three times.

   The specific record cannot be counted. Anyway, the purpose of delaying time has indeed been achieved.

   The marching team of 200,000 troops is not an ordinary length. Randomly picking a location to attack can cause quite a bit of chaos.

  The coalition forces of the ancient survivors are still advancing, but the speed of the march is really worrying.

  According to the agreement, they should have arrived at the battlefield at this moment, but they only walked halfway, which made the scalps of all the kings feel numb.

  Now they finally understand why the tens of thousands of Beamon cavalry were able to entangle with the 700,000 Warhammer Kingdom army for several months, and finally cooperated with the orc army to win.

  Now they are in a similar situation. In order to guard against the enemy's cavalry sneak attack, the kings of various clans had to order to march forward in formation.

  The safety of the army is guaranteed, and the speed of the march has also been delayed. Marching in formation in the dark is also a test for the troops.

  Because the roads could not lay down the army formation, non-combat attrition was not normal. Accidentally step on a trap, or accidentally slip, or... There are too many accidents that may happen in the dark night.

   "Report!"

  …

   "My lords, the enemy is attacking our camp again!"

  Hearing the news from Xue Ying, the kings didn't respond. Obviously, after hearing too many stories about how the wolf came, everyone became numb.

   "Ignore them, let's move on!

   The battle situation on the front line is in crisis, and the reinforcements sent have fallen into the enemy's siege. If it is delayed any longer, not to mention keeping food and grass, I am afraid that the reinforcements sent in front may join in.

  Especially the elf army, if our reinforcements are slow and suffer heavy losses, we will not be able to explain it to our allies. "

  The macaque king said with a tired face.

  The useless battle led by the enemy is really worrying. I was really afraid of tossing, so I simply ignored it.

"well!"

  After a while of sighing, the several kings who originally wanted to oppose also chose to shut up at this moment.

   "Since everyone does not object, then pass on the order and let the troops march faster!

  According to the news from the front line, more than half of the advance troops have been killed, and the loss of the elf army is not rare.

  Her Majesty was also enraged by the enemy commander. If she was slower, she would vent her anger on us, and you can imagine the consequences. "

  The Shadow King made the final decision.

  He has made similar decisions several times. The right to speak in the alliance is gradually expanding unconsciously.

  The only problem is that there is no overwhelming strength, so it is difficult to convince everyone. Relying on subtle recognition alone is a long-term process.

  …

  The **** battle is still going on. The battlefield is like a flesh and blood mill, constantly devouring the lives of officers and soldiers on both sides.

   Even though he was used to seeing life and death, Hudson's expression became a bit dignified. This is the first real elite confrontation in the years of the South and North Wars.

  The elite are forged in the blood and fire, and tonight will be the transformation of the expeditionary army.