The King Chapter 459

  Chapter 459 Chase, Escape

   "Marshal, fifty miles to the southwest, there is a large Beamon tribe that is migrating."

  Receiving this news, Hudson was slightly taken aback.

  The Beamon clan is sparsely populated, and there are very few large tribes. To meet them on the vast prairie is no less difficult than finding a needle in a haystack.

   After entering the prairie for such a long time, the orc tribes destroyed by the expeditionary army reached three digits, and they did not encounter a single Beamon tribe, let alone a large Beamon tribe.

  At one time, Hudson thought that the Beamon tribe was still in the Qiulin Mountains and had not yet returned to the prairie.

   "Luring the enemy" definitely does not exist. Take a Beamon tribe with tens of thousands of people as bait, unless Emperor Beamon's brain is flooded.

   "The order will go on, the army will bury the pot to make food, and go out to eat this Bimon tribe in two hours!"

   Hudson ordered decisively.

   The meat delivered to the door is not free. Originally, the Behemoth family is weak now, and if they lose tens of thousands of people, they will only become weaker.

  In the orc empire where the weak prey on the strong, the power of the race has been out of balance for a long time, and it is inevitable to be peeped.

   Hudson has studied the institutional structure of the orc empire. The power vacuum left by the fall of a royal family cannot be filled in a short time.

  The five royal families can suppress many vassal races. Apart from their own strength, the most important reason is "psychological advantage".

  In the past countless years, the five royal families ruled the orc empire, and most of the internal conflicts occurred because they fought each other. Everyone was used to this pattern.

   Once the royal family falls, the perception that everyone is accustomed to will change. It is only a matter of course for the powerful races below to have the idea of ​​​​replacing them.

  One hundred and fifty miles away, Duke Daniel, who had been tracking the expeditionary army, had a gloomy and terrifying face.

  In their own lair, they were not able to locate the expeditionary army in time, which was completely unimaginable in the past.

  In the past, as long as the human army dared to enter the prairie, they would soon be wiped out by the nearby orc tribes.

  The scene in front of me directly reflects the weakening of the orc empire's control over the prairie.

   The encirclement and suppression has been going on until now, and the army in the hands of Duke Daniel has expanded from 50,000 to 200,000. However, if the exact position of the enemy army cannot be captured in time, no amount of troops will be in vain.

  As time went by, the pressure on Duke Daniel also increased day by day.

  After more than a month of failed arrests, voices of doubt in the military gradually increased. Fortunately, the enemy is the fierce Hudson, otherwise everyone would doubt his ability.

   Having many soldiers and many generals is sometimes a burden. The orc empire is no longer at its peak, and it simply cannot afford to support 200,000 cavalry.

  Among the 200,000 troops gathered, there were only 100,000 cavalry, 50,000 of which were brought back by Daniel, and the rest were infantry.

   On the prairie of Yimapingchuan, using infantry to encircle and suppress cavalry, you can see how unreliable it is when you think about it.

   But this scene still happened. It wasn't because the orcs were mentally ill. It was because many tribes had suffered heavy losses, and now they couldn't get as many cavalry as required in the recruiting amount.

  In fact, the 50,000 cavalry sent by various tribes were just putting gold on their faces. The difference between them and infantry was that they had more mounts.

  Everything is the fault of the last war. The human army drove the orcs into the backcountry, without lush aquatic plants, and everyone was forced to reduce the number of livestock.

   After the orc army came back, everyone expanded the scale of livestock breeding, but it took time to settle.

   All kinds of war beasts with crooked melons and dates could not be used as mounts in the past, and they were also pulled out to make up for it.

   Cavalry is poor quality and infantry is even worse. The few elites were all recruited to the front line, and the old and young stayed behind.

  Daniel once wanted to disband the army, and take 50,000 cavalry to chase the enemy. It's just a voice deep inside telling him that he can't do this.

  Fifty thousand orc cavalry VS 35,000 human cavalry seems to have an advantage, but the enemy is a super elite capable of defeating the Ancient Remnant Alliance.

  If the enemy pushed back, it would be embarrassing. Once defeated, the Orc Empire will become more passive strategically.

   "Marshal, the fire is burning in the west!"

  The reminder from the guard officer pulled Daniel back from his contemplation.

   "Send an order to send ten Hawkman reconnaissance teams to check what happened to the west from different directions.

  Notify the cavalry unit and get ready to move out! "

  Daniel ordered decisively.

  Since the distance between the two armies has narrowed, Eagle scouts have become the most dangerous profession. It's good that no trace of the enemy army is found, once found, very few of them can come back alive.

  The task that could have been completed by two or three Yingmen, now requires at least dozens of Yingmen to act together to have a chance to send the message back.

   This probability mainly depends on the mood of Maxim and Bear Stearns. If these two sanctuaries make a move, they will be given the group destruction package directly.

  However, the probability of encountering them directly is not high. The expeditionary force often disperses their activities, as long as they avoid the pursuit of the Griffon Dragoons.

   The location is found, and the news is also lagging. Expeditionary regiments are constantly moving on the grasslands and rarely stay in the same area for more than two days.

   Above the clouds, looking down at the fight below, Hudson's heart has no waves.

  Since commanding the cavalry, he has fallen in love with this kind of field raid. A careful study of the expeditionary army's battles on the grasslands will reveal that as long as there are orc tribes migrating, they will definitely pounce on them.

  If the orc tribe is stationed in a dangerous area and has perfect fortifications, the expeditionary army will usually leave directly.

   It's a pity that on the orc prairie, there are too few such dangerous areas, and more of them are plains.

  Even if there is such a treasure land, the orc tribe who just migrated from the rear has no time to build fortifications, or there is no need to build fortifications.

  Even among the orc farming tribes, no one built castles. Putting up a few rows of fences to defend against wild animals is considered their fortification.

  The production mode of slash-and-burn farming is completely dependent on the weather, and the level of agricultural production is far below that of human beings.

  In Hudson's view, the ability of human beings to overthrow the rule of the orcs and become the new overlord of the continent is essentially a victory for civilization.

  Excellent fertility + cutting-edge productivity of the times give human beings an advantage in the competition with other races.

  Looking at the confrontation below, we can see that facing the attack of the human cavalry, many Behemoths picked up wooden sticks covered with bone spurs and came out to meet the enemy.

  The spears on the grassland are divided into bone spears and iron spears. The former is a bone spur on a wooden stick, and the latter is a normal spear.

  Perhaps in order to save costs, the spears used by orcs have shorter iron parts at the front.

  The offensive weapons are so economical, and armor and other equipment are even more hopeless. Owning a pair of leather armor is the treatment of an elite soldier.

   Without the use of crossbow arrows, it was a **** fight. The Beamon tribe, whose main force is absent, is not worth the precious arrows used by the expeditionary force.

   On this vast prairie, the army cannot obtain supplies, consumable weapons such as arrows, that is one less one.

  Hudson was in a hurry to take the troops back, and a large part of the reason was that the ordnance was too expensive. The spare weapons are almost exhausted, and if the fight continues, the soldiers below will not be able to guarantee a single knight gun.

  Crying, screaming, and fighting were mixed together, and the world was full of sadness.

   "May there be no war in the world!"

  Muttered to himself, the bowstring in Hudson's hand had been loosened, and there was a "swish" sound, and the arrow had already aimed at a Beamon priest and flew over.

  Compared to casting magic, it is more economical to play the role of "Knight of the Bow", just like exercising your muscles.

  Every time he makes a shot, Hudson picks out the important figures of the enemy to shoot, and the arrow kills the **** of death on the battlefield.

  As for Maxim and Bear Stearns, as the powerhouses in the sanctuary, they have to maintain their identities.

   Occasionally sneak attack, hit the sidelines, as long as the word is silenced in time to prevent the news from getting out. Every time they end up fighting, it would be too much hatred.

   "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."

  The behemoths who took the lead were hit by arrows one after another. Only a powerful old man noticed something was wrong in advance and took precautions, and he managed to escape the fatal injury.

   "Despicable, the arrow has...poison..."

   Struggling, just finished speaking, the old man Bimon died directly. It wasn't that the poison was onset quickly, but that the nearby human cavalry gave him another shot.

   The poison that can kill an eighth-level priest immediately is very valuable in Aslante. Hudson is not a professional poisoner, so naturally he can't match it.

   But it doesn't matter, as a necromancer, adding negative energy such as curse to the arrow has the same effect as poison.

  In the blink of an eye, the old man's body began to rot, and the skeleton began to transform into an undead creature.

  Everyone has long been familiar with the strangeness. Transforming the dead orcs into undead was originally an open secret agreement.

  All the undead magisters in the kingdom basically came this time. The purpose is to bring a wave of ruthlessness to the orc empire, and to create peace for twenty or thirty years.

   Contrary to everyone's perception, due to their own magic power, necromancers are not capable of turning all orc corpses into undead.

  After almost every task, Hudson will complete their unfinished "transformation". However, he will not come out to claim this credit, and will only record it on the necromancer who accompanied the army.

  The Beamon team, which was already in a panic, became even more chaotic after losing command. From the very beginning, the balance of war has been tilted towards the expeditionary army.

   "Marshal, the news is confirmed. The enemy is attacking a large Beamon tribe, and the two sides are currently fighting fiercely!"

  Receiving this news, Duke Daniel did not hesitate at all, and immediately ordered: "Send the order, and all the cavalry will attack to rescue the Beamon tribe!"

  He has issued similar orders more than once. It's a pity that every time they arrive at the battlefield, the enemy has already left.

  The Beamon tribe that was attacked this time, Daniel only hoped that they would live up to the name of the royal family and last longer.

  The distance of one hundred and fifty miles does not take much time for elite cavalry. The battle ahead is still going on, and now is undoubtedly the best time to attack.

  The army ran all the way, and Duke Daniel couldn't help being excited. The strength of the expeditionary corps, in addition to its own combat effectiveness, is more importantly its high mobility.

  Without mobility, even if they pile up human lives, they can be consumed to death.

   "Mr. Tito, I will rely on you later. If the consecrated group can capture Hudson, you will be the number one hero of the empire!"

  Hearing what his coach said, Tito frowned and almost fell off the monster.

  As the military force of the empire, it is natural to have the means to counter the powerhouses in the sanctuary, but the difference between "competing" and "capturing" is huge.

  The high-end power of the Orc Empire suffered heavy losses in the last war, and the number of worshipers was directly reduced by more than half.

  In normal times, in order to compete for resources, it is natural to brag, but he didn't expect that people would actually believe it!

   "Marshal, I'm afraid this matter needs to be discussed in the long run. The enemy has two powerful sanctuary guards, and wants to..."

   Before Tito could finish speaking, Daniel interrupted: "Don't worry, sir, I'm not a pickpocket. If I can't be captured alive, I can be killed!"

  That sincere expression made Tito swallow the words that came to his lips. Being forced into a corner, the next thing I could do was to go all out.

   Calculating the offering group, Daniel's heart was not disturbed. These old guys are usually very airy, and even he, the coach, is not taken seriously.

  The imperial court continued to put pressure on him, and simply brought a wave of contradictions to divert Dafa. If Hudson is successfully won, everyone will be happy.

  The plan failed, so he tried his best. The enshrining group is not strong enough, and it can't be blamed on him, the coach.

  The 100,000 cavalry acted together, and soon divided into two more echelons. The 50,000 elite ran the fastest and rushed to the forefront of the team.

   Another 50,000 cavalry is interesting. Except for a few elites who can keep up with the main force in front, the rest of the soldiers are in the lagging mode.

  Different from ordinary stragglers, they are organized stragglers based on tribes.

   If you observe carefully, you will find that the attacking direction of these chasing soldiers has slightly deviated.

  On the way of marching, a slight loss can make a difference of a thousand miles. It was impossible for the officers not to know, but they did it anyway.

   are all forced out. Under the high-handed rule of the five royal families, if you want to live a long time, you must learn to preserve your strength.

   It doesn't matter if you are mistaken for "trash", the most afraid of being considered powerful by the five royal families.

   Races that deliberately show their strength in front of the boss can indeed gain benefits in a short period of time, but they will soon be "reused" and suffer heavy losses.

   Fortunately, Daniel didn't see this scene, otherwise he would have been blown up. Mistakes during the march, delaying the arrival at the battlefield, is a very terrible thing.

  The Expeditionary Corps, after shooting two boxes of arrows, once again achieved the achievement of beheading a hundred people, and Hudson also lost the motivation to continue shooting.

   "Marshal, a large group of enemy cavalry has appeared in the east, and they are rushing towards us. The distance is estimated to be no more than fifty miles!"

  Receiving this news, Hudson frowned. In recent days, the enemy is also making progress, and the speed of hunting is getting faster and faster.

  Glancing at the battlefield that was coming to an end, Hudson ordered calmly: "Send the order, all troops will end the battle as quickly as possible, and then immediately set fire to the granary and slaughter the animals!

  The necromancer immediately took action, turning the enemy's corpse into an undead. If time is too late, let these corpses be stained with the poison of the undead!

   After completing the task, immediately take the corpses of our army and transfer them to the south. "

   Just experienced a **** battle, it is really not suitable to play a decisive battle with the enemy's main force, and can only take advantage of the remnants of Beamon who are fleeing around.

  (end of this chapter)

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