Lord Harland

On a March night, the cold is still pressing. ‘6’ ‘9’ ‘s’ ‘h’ ‘u’ ‘x’ ‘.’ ‘c’ ‘o’ ‘m’

Richard took out the flask from his horse and took a sip of strong wine, feeling a rush of heat in his stomach.

Liquor is a necessity in the army of Haaland Territory. High-quality liquor can not only be used to disinfect the battlefield.

During a war, if the climate is relatively cold, some liquor must be provided to the soldiers.

Take a sip and your stomach will feel much better.

In addition to being equipped with liquor, the territory will also issue a steel hip flask to soldiers.

The hip flask is only about the size of a palm, with a capacity of about four taels. It is made by casting and costs about ten copper coins.

Richard took a sip of white wine to dispel some of the chill in his body. He turned to his uncle Soros and asked, "Have the casualties been counted?"

"The statistics are out. Six warcraft cavalry were killed, four iron horned horses were killed, five were injured, and nine were lightly or seriously wounded. Twelve heavy cavalry were killed, and 23 were lightly or seriously wounded. Sixteen auxiliary cavalry were killed. , twenty-nine lightly and seriously wounded.”

"The casualties are about one-third. Take away all the injured soldiers. If the war horses cannot be taken away, put an end to the pain of the injured horses as soon as possible."

When cavalry and war horses stay together for a long time, they will naturally have special feelings.

Especially the Warcraft War Horse, which can barely be regarded as an advanced intelligent creature.

The IQ of the Iron Wild Horse is already equivalent to that of a human child, with a special social structure and a small amount of Warcraft language.

The cavalry couldn't kill the injured iron horned horse at all.

"We captured some horses and vehicles in the orc military station. The orc vehicles are relatively large and can bring injured iron horned horses back to the territory."

After hearing this, Richard nodded. He still had a lot of mental energy left in this battle, so he used spells to treat minor injuries on several seriously injured people.

Richard spent the rest of his mental energy on the Iron Wild Horse.

The vitality of Warcraft exceeds that of humans, and the healing effect is very good. The injured Wildebeests returned to Fort William safely.

Although this battle defeated the orc brigade and killed the fifth-level wild boar, the casualties of the Warcraft Cavalry Squadron were not light, and two professionals died at the hands of the orc brigade captain.

It will take some time to restore the previous combat effectiveness.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, Richard returned to Fort William with the soldiers.

After returning, Richard issued an order to strengthen the walls and clear the country, requiring the people and food to be concentrated in Fort Vick, Fort William, and Fort Sophia.

At the same time, an order was sent to Marcus of the 7th Squadron stationed at Iron Mountain Castle, asking him to slaughter a group of strong kobolds.

After preventing the orcs from entering the territory, the kobolds cooperated in the rebellion.

Richard has received some information and understands the reason for Count Martins' defeat.

Martins was defeated because he was reluctant to kill the orc slaves.

After all, orc slaves are also a valuable asset, and Count Martins doesn't have much money in his hands.

As a result, slaves rebelled on a large scale, which became a key factor in Martins' defeat.

A few days ago, Richard received a text message from Heihe Fort.

Earl Donny Martins had been killed in the battle, and the territory was completely lost.

Count Martins is a ninth-level warrior and the former commander of the Northern Army. He once set up an ambush and killed the legendary wild boar, and is considered a famous general of the Grant Kingdom.

Such a big shot still died on the battlefield, and the tens of thousands of citizens in the Earl of Martins were all captured by the orcs in this battle.

After capturing Baron Martins, the pressure on Flame Castle and Duke Edward increased greatly, and many baron castles fell.

In Graveson Castle, Commander Abner Wolf looked at the dark sky, filled with fear.

Although he continued to boost morale during the day, he repelled the orc attack and barely defended the castle. But Abner knew in his heart that there was basically no way for the Graveson defenders to survive in this battle.

Abner was William's old subordinate and comrade-in-arms, and had been the squadron leader of the Sixth Battalion for four years.

Like William, Abner had a very ordinary background. He relied on his talent to advance to the fourth level of professionalism in the Northern Army and became a school-level officer.

But his roots in the Northern Army were far less deep than William's.

Before the war began, the Northern Army determined that Graveson Castle would be difficult to defend, but this castle had to be defended.

So this unfortunate task was given to Abner.

Abner had few connections in the upper echelons of the Northern Army, and the only person who might speak for him was the old chief William.

As a result, William did not come forward to protect him, and the unlucky Abner accepted this fatal task.

Asking for help from the Harland family was Abner's lifeline. It's a pity that he can't grasp this life-saving straw either.

Holding on is a dead end, a breakout is impossible, and there will be no reinforcements. The defenders in the castle had no choice but to fight tooth and nail.

Abner and the orcs had a deep hatred. The blood feud and the honor of being a soldier made him absolutely unwilling to be a prisoner of the orcs.

Abner sat on the city wall with a heavy heart all night, feeling the passage of time.

This is his last time, and he must enjoy it.

As the sky gradually grew brighter, Abner put away his heavy heart and replaced it with a heavy two-handed axe.

He laughed heartily and encouraged the soldiers.

"Soldiers, the hatred between the orcs and us is irreconcilable. When I was young, I saw my mother captured by the orcs. My father's head was chopped off and thrown into a cauldron, becoming a pile of meat.

How many of our brothers and sisters have died at the hands of orcs?

Even if we are defeated and surrendered and become captives of the orcs, they will still eat our flesh when they are hungry.

Everyone is afraid of death. Fear of death is human instinct. Like my brothers, I am also afraid of death. But I would rather die than be a prisoner of the orcs.

Today the orcs can only climb up to the top of the city by stepping on my corpse. If I step back, brothers, please chop off my head.

Today our ninth brigade of the Northern Army will fight the orcs to the last soldier. "

At dawn, the orcs blew the horns again, and the four brigades of orcs attacked with all their strength, launching a fierce attack from all four walls regardless of priority.

Although the enemy was outnumbered, the soldiers of the Northern Army fought until their fuel was exhausted.

Many wounded soldiers used their last bit of strength to roll down the ten-meter-high city wall with the orcs in their arms.

Every small step the orcs take will cost them blood.

The heavy trebuchets in the castle also fired continuously. Although the casualties were considerable, the city defense troops also fulfilled their obligations as soldiers.

It wasn't until the orcs invaded the castle and commander Abner died in battle that the defenders completely collapsed.

Although the orcs captured Graveson Castle in this battle, their own casualties exceeded 1,200 soldiers, and they were badly beaten in this castle.

Looking at the serious losses, Gunderson ordered the massacre of more than 200 prisoners of war from the city defense army.