Lord Roar

Chapter 368

Hearing that Allen didn't say the solution first, but asked if he dared to fight the Beamon orcs at close range, the faces of Hathas and others collapsed again. The only ones who can fight the Beamon orcs are heavy cavalry. Unless ordinary infantry is well-equipped, it will be difficult to deal with one or two pig fighters.

Seeing Hachas's appearance, Allen spread his hands helplessly, saying that there was really nothing he could do this time.

On the contrary, Orpheus asked with confusion: "Your Excellency Allen, do you have any way to bypass those Beamon war beasts?"

"Of course I can. The problem is that you dare not fight the Beamon orcs at close quarters."

Lompard looked up at Allen, and asked curiously: "Your Excellency, Allen, I would like to ask, is there any way you can let the soldiers bypass the Beamon war beast?"

Allen tore off the different-space necklace and threw it on the table, and said as a matter of course: "Airdrop, your Holy See and the human race are rich and powerful, get a few more storage items, which are magic items that can be stored, and put them all in for the soldiers, and then I'll let the dwarves drop you from the sky."

As soon as Alan finished speaking, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Rely on you. Damn, you still think we die slowly, right? This is clearly to die. First of all, we must fly above the effect of the forbidden magic circle, even if it is only tens of meters, except for fighting spirit fighters, ordinary soldiers will fall He would be killed if he was not hacked to death by Beamon. Besides, Beamon also had a large number of archers, and he might be shot into a hedgehog in the air.

This is not a question of fighting at close range at all, but whether it is possible to see the orc warrior alive after landing safely, okay? ! !
Seeing everyone's expressions, Alan knew that they had never seen a parachute before, and the problem of air protection was really difficult to solve, so he waved his hand and didn't bother to explain too much.

Hachas's expression was as if his father and mother were remarried, and he asked helplessly, "What else can I do?"

Allen shook his head, saying that this time it was really gone.

"Hey, it seems that it can only be filled with human life." Hathas said helplessly: "Since the teleportation crystal can't be used, we will leave now, and we can only let the second frontier army of the Locke Kingdom come to the front line to support. Only their heavy crossbowmen can pierce the armor of war beasts."

"No, you wait!" Allen became anxious when he heard that the second frontier army under Daddy Cheap was about to set foot on the battlefield.

"Your Excellency Allen, do you have anything else to do?"

Allen frowned and asked: "Why did you arrive at the second frontier of the Locke Kingdom so soon? Isn't there Lotter's Wild Hunting Wind Legion?"

Lompard replied helplessly: "Most of the Wild Hunt's Legion are pikemen, good at attacking rather than defending, but your father is the second frontier army of the Locke Kingdom led by the Grand Duke Claire, most of them are composed of heavy soldiers. Composed of crossbowmen and tower shield warriors, they are better at defense."

"That's useless. The tower shield is only so big. It's 1.5 meters long, and it's not as tall as the calf of a war behemoth. Besides, I've also shot arrows at those heavy crossbowmen. The effective range is not as good as our tribe's dwarf portable hand. The crossbow is powerful. Well, isn't this a joke?"

Hachas thought that Allen did not understand military common sense, and explained patiently: "Now only the second frontier army of the Locke Kingdom has the opportunity to stop Beamon's war monster, but please rest assured, Your Excellency Allen, our two major armies of the Holy See will still fight against it." As the main force to attack, the second front army is only on the flanks, unless the Holy See soldiers in the middle are scattered or killed in a large area, so the second front army has a relatively low battle loss rate."

Allen sighed speechlessly. It has nothing to do with him whether the soldiers of the Holy See die or not. In his eyes, the Holy See and the major legions of the Holy See basically don't have a good bird, and he doesn't feel distressed even if they all die.

But the second front army of the Locke Kingdom is different. Except for his cheap father, the Grand Duke Claire, the commander, many of the following generals may be old acquaintances in the imperial city when they were young, and the soldiers of the second front army are different from the Holy See. They just want to defend their home and country, not to be the overlord of human beings. After all, after passing the Fort of Holy Light, it is the outpost county, and the outpost county is already the territory of the Kingdom of Locke.

The Holy See soldiers died when they died, for religious belief.

But the soldiers of the second frontier army sacrificed for their homeland and their relatives.

There is an essential difference between the two. Allen believes that on the continent of St. Cassis, the most redundant thing is the Holy See and religious beliefs.

The people can have no religious beliefs, but they cannot live without soldiers who defend their homes and the country.

"Let's go later." Allen waved to the tribal warriors outside the door and shouted: "Go and call Yorkshire."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, wondering what kind of nerve Chief Bloodhoof was going to do.

After a while, Yorkshire, who smelled of alcohol, came in.

No way, as one of Alan's few friends in the outpost county, Yorkshire was warmly welcomed by the soldiers of the Bloodhoof tribe. Basically, he woke up less and slept more, and his mouth was full of alcohol.

After carefully pouring a cup of tea for Yorkshire, Allen asked, "Old Yue, are you sure that my father led the second frontier army to resist Beamon this time?"

Yorkshire nodded vigorously, then drank the cup of tea in front of him in one gulp.

Lompard looked at Yorkshire enviously, because he didn't bring many gold coins with him, and he didn't even dare to drink a sip of water after coming to the Bloodhoof camp all afternoon.

Yorkshire, who was starting to wake up, straightened out his messy uniform and cheered up and said, "Second Young Master, the Grand Duke was appointed by His Majesty as the supreme commander of the Second Front Army, and your elder brother, Earl Kahn, is the Chief of Staff of the Legion."

"Kahn is here too?" Allen sighed helplessly as the "brother" who seldom met appeared in Alan's mind.

Although the original owner of this body had a bad relationship with Kahn, after all, Dad Cheap was good to him. With his ass, he knew that once the second frontier army stepped onto the battlefield, it would definitely be used as cannon fodder.

And he still couldn't find a reason, because the soldiers of the Holy See Legion had also made up their minds to be cannon fodder, and no one could blame them.

Seeing Alan's frowning look, Yorkshire reminded: "The second young master, you haven't read the letter that the Grand Duke entrusted me to deliver, right? The specific situation is explained in the letter."

Only then did Allen remember Daddy Cheap's letter, which he had been busy forgetting for the past two days.

Pulling out the letter from his arms, he glanced at it quickly, and Allen's expression became very heavy.

There is not much content in the letter, mainly explaining two things.

One thing is to let Allen put the overall situation first. Claire knows that he doesn't like the Holy See, but the land of the Locke Kingdom is behind. As Claire's son and a baron of the Locke Kingdom, he has a responsibility to guard the land and must cooperate. Good Holy See, it's better to mobilize more barbarian tribes to join the war.

The second thing is that if his cheap dad dies, he will return to the royal city to inherit Claire's duke title. His Majesty King Locke has already agreed to this. No matter whether Kahn dies in battle or not, as long as Claire dies, he will You must return to the Kingdom of Locke, inherit the title of Duke, and protect the Grand Duchess and the entire family from being attacked by domestic political enemies.

Putting the letter away, Allen looked at Yorkshire solemnly and asked, "My father, is the Fort of Holy Light now on defense?"

Yorkshire nodded.

Allen looked at Orpheus again and asked, "Is there any information from Beamon?"

Orpheus looked at the map and said: "The nearly 20 vanguard army led by Simba, the commander of the vanguard army, has been incorporated into the second battle echelon of Prince Beimeng Blood Lion, claiming 60 troops. There are only about 50 people, and Chen Bing is already on the outskirts of the Great Wasteland, because Simba’s 20 vanguard troops may be delayed for a few days in the outskirts, but within ten days, they will definitely enter the Great Wasteland again.”

"Less than ten days?" Allen sighed heavily, glanced at all the generals present at one side one by one, and said lightly: "Let the second front army stick to the Fort of Holy Light, and I will take charge of the Beamon orcs. "

"What! Your Excellency Allen... are you joking?" Hathas almost dropped his jaw in shock. If it weren't for the impressive record of the Bloodhoof Tribe, he would have scolded him a long time ago. There should be a limit to bragging, right? It's the first time I've seen something so crazy.

A group of human generals looked at each other, but their expressions were dismissive.

"Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that hundreds of thousands of Beamon troops will be wiped out, but that it's possible, and it's possible to block their progress." Allen narrowed his eyes, smiled and looked at Hacha S: "It depends on whether you are willing to spend money."

Orpheus' eyes lit up, he reached out his hand to stop Hachas who was about to speak, and said with a half-smile: "Then Allen, how long can you stop, how much can you consume Beamon's troops, and how much will it cost. "

Allen laughed, looked at Orpheus and said with a smile: "Your boy is getting smarter now, it seems that you have suffered a lot."

Orpheus smiled lightly, the holy mountain is almost becoming the blood hoof tribe's royal purse, and it doesn't matter if you don't want to be shrewd, because of this, his father, the Pope, wrote letters every day to scold him for being a prodigal.

"Master Son, Your Excellency Alan..." Hachas was a little dazed, looking at Orpheus, it seemed that he believed in what Alan said just now.

Orpheus said leisurely: "Since Your Excellency Allen said he can do it, then I believe he can do it. I can guarantee this."

Even Lompad was a little moved. Before defeating [-] Behemoth orcs, he had the same expression as Hatchas and others. In the end, he didn't really let the Bloodhoof tribe do what they said.

And he also knew that Chief Bloodhoof didn't have an 80.00% chance, and he would never utter wild words.

In all fairness, he believes that Chief Bloodhoof's military ability far exceeds that of everyone present, not because of his tactical ability, but because of his strategic vision.

Seeing Orpheus standing up for himself like this, Allen looked at him with a complicated expression.

Growing up so big, apart from his comrades in the previous life and his companions who lived and died together in the Bloodhoof Tribe after crossing, Orpheus was the first person who was willing to trust him unconditionally.

He suddenly had a wonderful feeling, the wonderful feeling of wanting to prove to the world that Orpheus was right.

Knocking on the stone tabletop, Allen looked at Hathas with a half-smile, and said leisurely: "You contribute money, people, and effort. If necessary, the two major legions of the Holy See will help me buy more time, Bloodhoof The tribe is responsible for making it difficult for the Beamon army to move."

Hatchas rubbed his teeth, and suddenly felt a little angry, his eyes always looked unnaturally at Orpheus who kept winking at him.

"Your Excellency Allen, how sure are you?"

"See how much money you have."

"Can you tell us what you said first?"

Allen said with a smile: "I have a lot of ideas, why don't you ask someone to prepare some food for you first, and let's sit down and chat slowly?"

"No, no, we're not hungry, we're really not hungry, and we're not tired, just stand up." A group of human generals shook their heads like rattles.

"Damn it, don't eat it." Allen scolded with a naughty face: "I'm not happy to entertain you, if you want to know what I think, just feed me honestly, shit!"

(End of this chapter)