The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 745 Epilogue
  Observing the frontline battlefield through the eyes of magic, watching the heroic goblin warriors charging, fighting, and falling to the ground, the dwarf commander Pablo's eyes were full of worry and his heart was cut like a knife.

Every time a goblin warrior falls, it means that the tribe has lost a new force, and a family has lost their backbone. It also means that the energy that the tribe has put into these goblins for more than ten decades has been wasted.

"Teacher, is it pointless to continue to forcefully charge into the formation like this? Why don't we withdraw our troops, reorganize them, and then let Fisher and the others serve as the main attackers to launch the attack?"

The strength of the elven army is indeed much stronger than the army temporarily organized by Green Field. Even if Albad seizes the opportunity when the opponent retreats and reorganizes the front, and sends reserve soldiers to storm the opponent's position, it will only make the elves' front a little chaotic, but There is still some distance to go before it truly collapses.

The price paid by the goblin army was the damage of nearly a thousand people, which turned the grassland outside Mumapo Town a little darker.

Pablo, who really couldn't stand it anymore, finally gave his advice to the cold-blooded Albad. In Pablo's view, his teacher's current command was not much different from letting goblins die.

"Alternatively, it would be good to let the team that has regrouped in the town go out again for reinforcements..."

He glanced back at Pablo, and his cold eyes immediately made Pablo swallow the rest of his words directly back into his stomach. Then Albad said in a calm tone: "This is war, not your usual playing house." , arrange the troops on paper."

"If you want to win, necessary sacrifices are inevitable. You only saw the losses of the frontline goblin warriors, but you did not see the glimmer of hope of victory that their sacrifices gave us."

"The overall strength of the Elf Army far exceeds that of our army in Green Field. If we fight them head-on, even though we have a numerical advantage, in fact we are the only ones who will ultimately fail."

"In the beginning, I allowed Mumapo to be attacked by the elves' legion, instead of sending out troops to reinforce Mumapo. Originally, I wanted to use the tribesmen stationed in Mumapo to consume the high fighting spirit of the elves. While they rushed into the town, they fought with our warriors. After a fierce battle, when the front was temporarily disrupted, we suddenly attacked and quickly launched a counterattack, and this was the result that the elves were repelled by us and evacuated from Mumapo."

"However, if the Elf Legion is allowed to regroup, then whether they attack or evacuate next, the initiative will return to their hands."

"So, if we want to win, completely defeat the Elf Legion and expel it from the Green Field Plain, we must not let their legion return to its complete battle formation. We can only disrupt the Elf Reorganization Defense Line layout at any cost, then we can still We can rely on the advantages in the number of tribal warriors and the morale of the tribesmen to achieve the faint light of victory!!"

"As long as we can break through the elven army's front line, even if more than half of the reserve army fighting now is lost, it will still be worth it."

"And the main force that is being reorganized in the town is what I have prepared for the next wave of elves to retreat. We must not use them now!!"

"You, do you understand?"

After all, Albad has experienced relatively large-scale wars such as the Drow invasion of Nasir Fortress, so he has a certain understanding of the cruelty of war. On the other hand, Pablo's generations of goblins have been protected by powerful tribal forces since they were young. , perhaps the most cruel thing they have ever experienced was the fighting, betrayal and other things they encountered when they went on adventures in their early years.

Therefore, although Albad was not happy with Pablo's sudden pity, he could understand it. At this time, he patiently explained to him the reason for his arrangement, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to let Pablo The goblin commanders of their generation understood the cruelty of war and nature.

As a commanding talent trained by the tribe, if a large-scale war really breaks out again in the future, with Pablo's current mentality, it will definitely put the tribe into crisis and cause more casualties to the tribe.

This war can be regarded as a trial and test. If Pablo still cannot adjust his mentality and understand the joints, then Albad will make suggestions to Allen to re-train new command talents.

Of course, through this war, problems in the tribal command talent training system have also been revealed, and there will be ways to correct these problems in the future.

"……I……"

Pablo could understand the explanation given by the teacher, but it was still difficult for him to fully accept treating his close clan members as war pawns and actively allowing them to sacrifice.

"If you don't understand clearly, just keep staring at the battlefield, look at the fallen goblin warriors, and think about what they gained from their sacrifice!!"

Albad sighed secretly, then raised his head and said sternly to Pablo and the dozen or so members of the staff behind him: "Keep in mind the changes in the current battle situation, and wait until the war is over, and everyone will write to me. A summary report comes up, the word count cannot be less than 20,000 words!!”

"Yes!!"

The elf army's front line finally began to appear chaotic again. Although the number of the reserve goblin army was only a few thousand, and the coordination of the battle formation was sparse, they could not stand it. They had not participated in the battle before. The morale, physical strength and fighting spirit of all members were exactly the same. At the peak, under their fearless attack, Dusti, the commander of the Elf Legion, had no choice but to have someone blow the antlers again.

"If you continue to give in like this, what will our team do?"

The commander of the cavalry brigade, Omaha, had a livid face and roared to express his dissatisfaction to Dusti. The heavy cavalry fighting was not like the infantry phalanx, which could be easily evacuated. And as long as Omaha issues an order to evacuate, their cavalry brigade will be almost unable to make an effective counterattack, and will most likely be chased to the end by the opponent's cavalry brigade.

"You have also seen our current situation. If the battle line cannot be reorganized and the opponent's soldiers disrupt the formation, then their main force that has been reorganized in the town will come out and severely damage our regiment!!"

"This is a wilderness. We go deep alone without reinforcements. If the main force is too damaged, not only will we not be able to deal with the vengeful pursuit of the Green Field Tribe, but we will also be unable to face the pursuit and suppression of other surrounding wilderness forces."

"I am the commander of the infantry phalanx. I first have to consider the lives of the eight thousand soldiers under my command. As for your cavalry brigade, I personally suggest that you withdraw as soon as possible while you can. We may also be able to help cover it."

"The only two effective forces I can use now are a team of 300 casters and a team of 1,700 strong archers. If you are sure that you are ready to evacuate with us, I can shoot the team of casters over to help you relieve the siege. The rest is up to you.”

Dusti is considered to be from an old family, and has always looked down upon Omaha and his father, new nobles who were promoted from civilians. In addition, Omaha borrowed his father's power as commander in Thornburg to be able to command the heavy cavalry brigade. A killing weapon, and this position should have been fought for by the family for Dusti.

However, Mario is now the commander-in-chief of Thornburg Fortress. Even if Dusty and the family behind him are dissatisfied with him, they will show it. On weekdays, Dusti and Omaha would barely smile and chat politely, but now on the battlefield and seeing Omaha's furious face, Dusti felt somewhat contemptuous of him in her heart. It's not that Dusty took advantage of this crisis to make things difficult for Omaha, but he felt that Omaha itself did not have enough talent and vision to detect and judge the situation in time, but would only get angry at his colleagues, which was very embarrassing. Clearly a sign of incompetence.

"...Then you must at least hold on until my cavalry brigade withdraws from the battle before you can return north."

Omaha's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Although there was anger in his eyes, he couldn't vent it on the other party. After taking a few more glances at the elf army's gradually disintegrating defense line, he made a rational decision.

"I will re-build the next line of defense half a mile away. If this line of defense can be consolidated, then our unit will hold on longer. But if the opponent still has a strong bow and tries to defeat our line of defense, then the most I can do is hold on. For half a magic hour, then lead most of the troops to evacuate farther away."

We are all grasshoppers on a rope at this time. If we really give up the heavy cavalry group and retreat, we will be furious at Commander Mario when we return to the fortress. And if the heavy cavalry brigade is really to be surrounded and suppressed by the cavalry and infantry of the goblin barbarians, then the situation that the infantry regiment of their own will have to deal with next will definitely be dangerous.

"clear!!"

"I am leaving!!"

The legs were lightly clamped on the mount's abdomen, and the animal companion with a telepathic connection immediately responded, rubbing its hind hooves in a circle on the grass, and then re-opened its contracted wings. While running, it slowly took off and flew straight towards the deadlocked place. The heavy cavalry flew off the battlefield.

The powerful and proud elf cavalry warriors can maintain a stable battle situation even if they do not have a leader to preside over the battle. Before returning to the battlefield, Omaha dodges long-range attacks from the ground while overlooking the anxious battle between the cavalry.

The cavalry in the central battle area were almost blocked in front. Unless they were killed and fell from their horses, they could hardly leave the core area. They were originally supposed to be sharp spears that tore apart the battle formation, but now because they were evenly matched, the cavalry at the sharp end could not get out of the core area. Apart from the hundreds of people who started to lose their lives, the other cavalrymen lost their powerful impact due to their heavy armor, so their attacks on each other seemed a little weak.

However, the battle line has been extending to both sides. The cavalry of the two armies that were not stuck in the quagmire on the flanks interspersed with each other in small squadron operations. However, they often ended up in a stalemate again in the impact, and then another cavalry team launched from the flanks. Charge, over and over again.

The battlefield that was originally only one mile wide had once again expanded to nearly two miles when Omaha left the core of the battle and went to the infantry square to inquire about the movements of his colleagues.

The good news is that the redundant troops in the core area have been dispersed, and the soldiers in the center are finally no longer so crowded, and they have a little room for maneuver; but the bad news is that the front is too scattered. If the cavalry on both sides withdraws first, then the center When the soldiers who are still congested on the battlefield evacuate, they are likely to be pinned down by the opponent's cavalry from both sides, and they will eventually have to pay a greater price to break through.

Omaha, who was thinking about how to evacuate, quickly recruited the flying cavalry lingering in the sky. A cavalry captain glided over. After a simple exchange, Omaha dived and landed on the battlefield of his own army on the ground. .

The elf army's retreat again did not surprise Albad, but his brows furrowed a little more. The loss of the reserve army was really heavy. If the elf army continued to withdraw in an orderly manner and returned several times, he would bring it with him. This army that came really couldn't fulfill the plan it had set before.

However, this is the reality. The seemingly powerful Green Field tribe has such difficulty in dealing with an invading elf army. It seems that I was too optimistic about the gap in strength between the two sides.

But Albad has no regrets. At least the over 10,000 livestock in Muma Slope have been saved, saving the tribe decades of redevelopment. At the same time, we take this opportunity to let the warriors and backbones of the clan recognize the reality, and let these guys who are content with the status quo understand that threats are always there. This is a rare lesson.

The remaining goblin army of less than 3,000 was intercepted by hundreds of elves' troops who took the initiative to cut off the rear. Seeing that most of the goblin army retreated again, Albad quickly collected his emotions and coldly issued an order: "Beat the drum and let the people in the town retreat." All troops attack!!"

"Ignore the enemy army that is cut off from the rear, let Fisher and the others bite the main force of the elves for me!!"

"It's still the previous goal, we must break up the defense line that the elven army is preparing to build!!"

"Yes!!"

Boom, boom, boom! ! ! Boom, boom, boom! ! !
  Fisher, who had rested for less than twenty minutes, was in a weak state due to the cooling down of his Fury skill. At this time, he had already subsided from his body. When the thundering drums beat again, it was telling Fisher that they were about to fight again. The war is about to begin.

"Brothers, please work harder, today is a great opportunity for all of us to make great achievements!!"

"Follow the old man's footsteps, don't fall behind!!!"

Fisher picked up the broad heavy sword at his feet, put it on his shoulder and said to the men around him with a smile.

After saying this, Fisher took the lead and rushed out. The sound of heavy steps could be heard in everyone's ears. Soon everyone also started to move forward with heavy and powerful steps and began to charge.

A group of goblin warriors around them took the initiative to make way for Fisher and the others, either echoing Fisher's charge from both sides, or simply following behind them and running forward with their heads down.

"kill!!"

"Death to me!!"

"For my Green Field Tribe!!"

…………

The war drums and shouts all over the sky mixed into a symphony, but behind the music were bloody corpses.

(End of this chapter)