Imperial Crown

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"What, what's going on?"

Don't let Faraday think that the left wing led by Fowler would collapse.

Neither did Visdon himself.

In fact, he has been in a state of confusion until now.

The story starts from the beginning of the battle.

At that time, Visdon had no foresight of his results.

Even when he set out from the camp, he was still a little nervous.

Like Lancha, Visdon received the order to defend to the death.

But the strategy he adopted was different from Lancha.

No traps were dug in advance on the ground, nor were deer horns built, just relying on the wall of the village to form a battle array.

It's not that there were no various strange ideas.

For example, digging a tunnel to the rear of the opposite side, and then the surprise troops came out to attack from the front and back; for example, finding some beautiful women to play a beauty trap in front of the battle; or being a little more insidious, letting the local serfs recruited as meat shields to support it.

But he rejected all of them.

The tunnel, let alone how long it would take, would the war be over after it was dug through, the depth alone was a big problem.

It had just rained continuously, and if it was dug shallow, there might be a landslide; if it was dug deep, what would happen if the groundwater came out?

There were no beauties to be found, but there were quite a few village women, all of them were big and strong, no worse than men, and it was hard to say whether they could arouse sexual interest.

And even if the women were to take off their clothes on the battlefield, who would watch?

The last one was actually the most feasible in Weisdong's opinion.

But Linden agreed.

Weisdong had no experience in commanding large troops, so Raven sent him two deputies, Simon and Linden.

If it was Simon who agreed, Weisdong would definitely execute it; but it was Linden who agreed.

Weisdong did not have the ability to see through people's hearts, and was not sure whether Linden was loyal, and he did not need to judge the other party's loyalty.

He only grasped one key point.

If Linden was really that capable, how could he be defeated so easily by the Wall of Sighs?

So Weisdong would not listen to anything he said or any advice he gave.

Then how could he command the Second Legion of the Eagle Army?

It's very simple, just leave it to Simon - Simon can handle all the situations he can handle anyway.

If Simon can't handle the situation, he can't handle it either.

"Ah~~~~"

Wesdong yawned in boredom.

He just needed to stand behind, listen to the sound of crossbows shot from the shooting tower in the camp above his head, and watch the battle line stalemate there.

Anyway, the battlefield contact surface is narrow, and it can accommodate more than 1,200 people at the same time.

With the same number and similar equipment, the Eagle Army may not be able to win quickly, but it will never suffer.

For a while, his thoughts were even a little erratic, and he missed his mother a little.

He didn't know how she was doing now, whether there would be any "mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts" between her and Nancy, and whether she was praying for herself.

"Master Weisdong, Lord Weisdong!" Linden's anxious face appeared in front of Weisdong.

Weisdong was startled: "What's wrong? The Eivor people are coming?"

"No, no!" Linden said quickly: "It's their army that collapsed!"

Looking up, it was true.

At the place where the two counties were fighting, the Eivor army was retreating sparsely, leaving a field of blood and corpses.

Linden said: "This is a rare opportunity, please order a pursuit immediately!"

Weisdong was still thinking about this, but now he hesitated:

"...Where is Simon, what did he say?"

Simon is now commanding the battle in front.

"It was Knight Simon who sent someone back to ask you whether to pursue the attack!" Linden said quickly.

"Hiss..."

Weisdong took a breath and became entangled.

Simon and Linden's opinions were actually the same, so who should he listen to this time?

Throw a shoe?

Seeing Weisdong hesitate, Linden felt a little aggrieved.

In fact, being assigned to work under Weisdong had already made him unhappy enough - he was a viscount, experienced and qualified to lead a legion alone.

Now he was asked to assist Weisdong, a guy who didn't even have a title!

With a greasy face and white and delicate skin, how could he look like a warrior?

Moreover, after going to the battlefield, he didn't feel nervous at all and was about to fall asleep. What qualifications did such a person have to lead an army alone? Was it just because he was Raven's younger brother?

That was all fine. The days of surrendering were not easy. Linden himself had been prepared for it, so it was normal that he was not trusted.

But now, Weisdong had to watch this opportunity slip away!

During this period of time, Faraday and Palmer's exploitation of the Iron Birch Region did not spare Linden's family. The family's treasury was almost emptied, and his wife and daughter were almost insulted in public by Faraday's lackeys!

Although it was almost, the rumors that were everywhere greatly hit his dignity as a man.

He wanted to take revenge on Faraday!

He gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee: "Lord Weisdong, I know you don't trust me, but this opportunity cannot be missed!"

"Please give the order to pursue immediately!"

"If the results are not good, I am willing to pay with my life!"

Vesdon felt numb for a moment. He had never seen such a situation before.

It doesn't look like Lyndon is going to lie.

But what Vesdon didn't believe was not his character, but his IQ.

Seeing him swearing with his life every now and then, Vesdon's impression was further confirmed, so after a little thought, he helped him up:

"Viscount Linden, it's not that I don't trust you, otherwise, I wouldn't let you make suggestions by my side."

This sentence makes sense. If Linden really has second thoughts, then taking Vesdon's head off now is the best choice.

He was able to come to Vesdon's side, and he was indeed fully trusted.

"Then, Lord Vesdon, why are you still hesitating?" Linden asked.

"The task my brother has given me is to strictly guard this place without making any mistakes." Vesdon made up a random excuse: "And you see."

He pointed his finger at the battlefield: "Less than half an hour has passed, and the opponent has already been defeated. This is really unreasonable."

"When I was on the bloody high ground, even if I faced an extreme disadvantage and a 10-fold strength gap, I was never defeated so quickly."

"There is only one truth!"

"That's the other party's commander, deliberately faking defeat to lure us deeper!"

Linden was convinced for a moment and nodded slowly.

But I immediately felt something was wrong.

This is a large plain, and there is no place for the opponent to hide his troops. What is the purpose of pretending to be defeated at this time?

As soon as he reacted, he found that the opponent had regrouped his team, so he had to swallow all his questions.

at the same time.

Viscount Fowler, the commander of Eivor's left wing, frowned and muttered:

"What exactly went wrong?"

As an outstanding graduate of the Fitton Kingdom's National Military Academy, Fowler fits the traditional image of a leader.

Just turned 40 this year, his hair is very smooth and his beard is shaved just right. His face has sharp eyebrows and strong features, giving him a tough guy vibe.

And the brows that frowned from time to time made him look calm and wise.

"Has the other party already seen through his plan?"

"It's impossible!"

He had already made arrangements. After half an hour of fighting, he immediately pretended to be defeated and retreated, luring the Eagle Army to leave the camp and launch a pursuit.

This was supposed to be a foolproof strategy.

Because Fowler himself had to admit that the quality and combat power of the Eagle Army far exceeded that of his own soldiers.

As for the plan to fake defeat, he only told the commander of the front legion. The soldiers knew nothing about it, so there was no possibility of the other party seeing the flaw.

If he were the opponent's commander, he would definitely rely on the strong strength of the Eagle Army to chase him out. Even if there was an ambush, he could withdraw immediately.

The reason why Fowler wants the front army to fake defeat is because he has a carefully formed Warcraft army under his command.

There are 144 in total, all composed of the first-level monster "Rockskin Withered Horn".

This kind of monster looks like a cow despite its name, but it is not big in body. It is only about 1 meter high at the shoulders. It is covered with solid stone armor, and the two sharp horns on its head look like burnt branches.

Their temperaments are also relatively docile, so they can be tamed and raised on a large scale.

Due to their physical constitution, although they are extremely powerful, they cannot be used as mounts. They are generally used for pulling carts and mining.

And Fowler is more interested in the only innate magic they have - boulder attack.

It is to awaken the earth element in the earth and create a huge stone that suddenly explodes from the ground.

One piece is nothing, maybe it can only kill or injure a few Eagle Army soldiers, but 144 of them connected together is another matter.

You can completely take advantage of the Eagle Army's pursuit and use this innate magic to erect a stone wall to divide the Eagle Army's formation, and then swarm up and devour all the Eagle Army blocked by the rocks.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not fooled at all, and turned a blind eye to this great opportunity!

"I underestimated my opponent." Fowler sighed: "I didn't expect that there are experts under Raven's command who can compete with me in tactics!"

But immediately, a proud smile appeared on his lips.

Fowler had another great idea.

The opponent would never expect this next move!

"Send the order, organize the attack again, hold on longer this time, and then fake defeat and come back."

"Let the supervising team act more realistically for me. If it doesn't work, kill more serfs and get more blood!"

Fowler is full of confidence.

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The opponent's commander is obviously an extremely smart person, and may even be the smartest one in Raven's camp, so it can be seen that he was faking defeat the first time.

And the opposing commander who sees that Fowler is faking defeat will definitely be amazed by Fowler's cleverness!

He wants to take advantage of this.

A smart person will not use the same tactic twice in a row, especially if it fails the first time.

So the second defeat must be real.

This strategy will definitely work!

1 hour later.

"Sir Fowler, this time the opponent still did not pursue..." the messenger reported.

"Nonsense, I know!"

During this hour, Fowler had been staring at the front line. His eyes were almost dry. How could he not see it?

Many doubts came to mind.

What is going on? Is there a spy in my army who told the other party that I ambushed the Warcraft in advance?

But only his true confidants know about this matter.

His territory and the Nord province are separated by mountains, so there is no way they can come into contact!

There is only one conclusion - the opponent's coach must be a genius among geniuses!

Only in this way can it be possible to smell the slightest bit of unnaturalness, see one's own plan, and think of the third level of logic.

Since tactics are useless, all we can do is use hard power!

Fowler took a deep breath:

"Send the order, all the troops are brought forward, charge me, even if it means squeezing them, I will squeeze them to death!"

This is the last thing Fowler wants to see.

He has already assessed the combat power of the Eagle Army. His soldiers have to fight the opponent head-on. When the winner is determined, it will not be possible in one day.

Moreover, the narrow battlefield left him no room to use any other tactics besides feigning defeat.

It can only be a dumb war!

In the following period, the military information reported back was also lackluster. The most common complaint was from the commander of the front army - his men had suffered too many losses.

In response, Fowler just urged the other side to step up the fight.

He himself had no solution.

Who allowed the other side to back up the camp and have crossbowmen as their backs, while all their long-range troops were mobilized?

What's more, the combat effectiveness of the Eagle Army is also there.

The sun rises into the sky and the time reaches noon.

A series of anxious footsteps came, and the messenger rushed to the stage and shouted: "Sir, urgent military situation, the front line has collapsed!"

"Okay!" Fowler suddenly became energetic: "Now let the front line open up a distance and use the established tactics!"

Got no response.

Fowler also calmed down and suddenly thought -

It seems that I didn’t arrange to fake defeat for the third time?

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead and he asked hurriedly:

"What's going on?"

The messenger said: "The firepower on the opponent's shooting tower suddenly nearly doubled. The commander of the 7th Army Corps who was leading the charge failed to react in time and was shot to death on the spot... He collapsed under the huge losses!"

Fowler thought about a lot but forgot about morale.

Even if they are pretending to be defeated, for those frontline soldiers, the dead comrades around them are real.

Every time they retreat, their morale will drop a lot.

What's more, now that the commander is dead in battle, and the intensive crossbow arrows are making them fall one after another?

Faced with this situation, even Vesdon was a little confused.

Indeed, the crossbowmen transferred from Lancha strengthened the long-range power of the camp, but the opponent's collapse was too sudden!

He hasn't ordered the pursuit yet!

In fact, when the opponent was defeated for the second time, Vesdon was already a little overwhelmed in the face of Linden's constant persuasion.

Seeing the opponent's third defeat, Vesdon was still thinking about his words, but Simon had already led his team to charge forward.

However, Vesdon did not intend to order to stop it.

A real defeat cannot be concealed.

Look at the running posture of those Eivor soldiers, the action of throwing away their helmets and armor, and the panic that they do not hesitate to attack their own military formation, it is simply impossible to perform.

"Could it be that...the other party was really faking defeat twice before?" Wei Dong murmured.

"Lord Vesdon, what did you say?" Linden didn't hear clearly.

"Don't leave Knight Simon alone." Vesdon came back to his senses:

"Send my order and the whole army will attack!"

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After listening to the messenger's report, Marquis Faraday's face was even more exciting than a monkey's butt.

He wanted to fly to the front line and slap Fowler hard twice!

The narrow terrain outside the camp, what tactics can you use when you have nothing to do, can't you just fight through it honestly?

Not to mention that he still has an army of Warcraft under his command. If he organizes a wave of attacks, won't he be able to release his innate magic?

If he had known that this was the case, he should have transferred the Warcraft Legion to his own command, and attacking the opponent's central army head-on would be of some use!

While complaining in his heart, Marquis Faraday saw Palmer begin to take off his armor silently with the help of his own soldiers.

"Earl Palmer, what do you mean?"

"It's just a small disadvantage on the flank. Are you going to run away?"

Palmer glanced at Farah for the first time.

Faraday immediately swallowed back the next harsher words. This was the first time he saw such a look on Palmer.

Cold, cold, and full of determination.

"The two wings are shaken, the Chinese army is in a stalemate, and the war situation is already unfavorable to us."

Palmer said slowly: "If we continue to delay until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, with today's defeat, the battle on both wings will only become more difficult."

"What's worse is that once the right wing cannot hold on and collapses completely, the freed Wind King will cause the left wing to collapse as well."

"Fortunately, Raven's cards are pretty much handed over."

"So, our best choice now is to use the entire army to penetrate Raven's central army and seal the victory in one fell swoop!"

While speaking, Palmer had already taken off his plate armor and put on a dark blue mage robe with fluttering sleeves and constantly flashing magical light.

A skinny leopard appeared out of nowhere. Palmer stepped up and stroked its head.

"You!" Seeing Palmer's appearance, Marquis Faraday's eyes burst out with uncontrollable surprise: "You are actually a magician?!"

Palmer took out a gorgeous crimson metal staff and held it in his hand:

"You don't know, and Raven certainly doesn't know even more."

"I am the final trump card."

Faraday still couldn't relieve the shock in his heart.

Palmer is 52 years old. Due to his premature aging, he was not favored by anyone for most of his life before inheriting the title. He has never been less ridiculed and despised.

Faraday himself mocked Palmer's weakness.

Although he didn't know much about magicians, Faraday also knew that only level 3 magicians were eligible to contract magic pets.

And the leopard under Palmer's crotch is obviously no ordinary monster!

He is at least level three!

He has a noble status as a magician, but he can endure decades of ridicule and contempt despite being called a loser.

This forbearance and city government frightened Faraday.

At the same time, he was a little lucky - fortunately, Palmer was on his side!

"Send my military order, including the reserve team, the entire army will be escorted!"

Earl Palmer mobilized the gray panther:

"Let's go, Marquis Faraday."

"Let's end this war!"

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