Wizard From Afar

Along with the fall after midsummer, the harsh cold wind has swept the entire green sea in advance.

After completing the assembly of Thousand Tent City, relying on the migration of the horse-backed people led by the Great Boy, plus the direct army from the little Boyi, Grand Duke Laszlo Varna successfully assembled the elite Riding one hundred thousand, along the ancient pastures and rivers of the Big Green Sea, Grandiose's march towards the Centaur-occupied Big Boy led a massive march.

In addition, in order to prevent the march of this time from repeating the same mistakes, in a spurt of energy, the centaur was completely beheaded and killed, and the centaur was returned to the Gobi. The Duke of Varna specially used Sete Bla Ha Count was sent back to Boyle to mobilize the local vassals.

The Varna family, which has served as the Grand Duke for three consecutive generations, has completely surpassed Jonah of the Great Boyi; under full mobilization, at least one hundred thousand more people on horseback can be recruited to participate in the war.

In just one week, one hundred thousand hussars had been divided into three groups, successively sweeping the important pastures in the Great Boy’s territory, and attracted more nomadic settlements that were broken up in previous battles to join. While supplementing the logistics, the army is also growing further.

grandiose, covering the heavens, shielding the sun!

Such a large army, apart from expanding the momentum of the Grand Duke Varna’s march, is not all good.

The first one is the management of the army-in addition to the 40,000 hussars directly under the jurisdiction, the Grand Duke Varna’s army is mostly horseback people led by the Great Boi, and they do not completely obey the Grand Duke Boi’s. Order;

What Laszlo Varna can do is to divide them into several parts according to the way of hunting; this is also the custom of the Boi people, hunting is fighting, and fighting is hunting.

Although there are supply lines provided by Thousand Tent City and Byrne, and the Boyi people have the custom of grazing with the army, water is always scarce on the vast prairie.

This is also why ancient wars had the rule of "separate and attack together"; because they did not do this, a large number of troops would die of thirst and starvation, and even because of the dense and simple living conditions, there was an outbreak of plague. risks of.

Of course, all these problems are just minor problems for the Grand Duke Varna, not even a problem.

Compared with other Duchy's perennial warfare, and the mobilization of the army is often only a few thousand or ten-twenty thousand, the Poi people who have been fighting and hunting all year round have rich experience in large-scale corps combat; hundreds of thousands of horses The back people are come with my call, and they can go away.

Not only did he fight locally, but also in the Old Kingdom era, Boye often went south on horseback to assist Byrne against the dwarves; in the sixth generation of the empire, Grand Duke Jonah waved his hand and instantly The cavalry marched northward and expedition to Duanjie Mountain.

The long rule gave the Grand Duke of Varna the prestige to surpass other dukes, able to withstand the pressure of the lord's resistance, and let Boi follow the imperial military system to reform, establish an elite standing army and a huge conscription military.

Additionally, people on horseback are better at raising battles by war than farmers, and he can even be recruited to the scale of three draws one out!

So the Grand Duke of Varna is different from the previous generations of Boye. He is not afraid of the centaur's full decisive battle with him; he even hopes that his enemy can be "stupid" enough to take the initiative to send it to the door, and then be killed by himself.

Even if the centaur is savage, burly and strong, it is also impossible to be a well-trained, well-equipped silver armored valiant, plus a large-scale opponent that is accustomed to fighting.

When the number of people is small, individual bravery may be able to turn the tide of the battle; but when the army participating in the war reaches tens of thousands or even tens of thousands, discipline and training are the odds of victory!

Forty thousand elite standing troops, sixty thousand brave and capable hussars, plus the horseback people who entered the Great Boy’s leadership and continuously came to take refuge, the Grand Duke Varna has already had more than one hundred thousand troops.

And when the army led by Boye from the rear gradually came to converge, his army will be no less than 250,000, and even 300,000!

Such a large total force size gave Grand Duke Varna sufficient confidence to annihilate the Centaur in one fell swoop-even if the opponent put all the forces of the eight Centaur banners, it is impossible to be more than himself.

But in this world, such a good thing as "good luck" has never really happened.

After the frontline army like a hot knife through butter swept a few pastures, apart from a small handful of centaur guerrillas, they encountered almost no enemies, and almost no enemies. And resistance.

Laszlo Varna at first thought it was another trap set by the enemy to relax his vigilance; as a result, he was convinced of this after he successively regained and even controlled more than half of the big boy collar. It is by no means a complete set.

Just a month or two ago, most of the centaur settlements in the big green sea disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Disappear from the face of the earth?

Of course the Grand Duke Varna is impossible to believe in such ridiculous things, but about the whereabouts of the centaur, the people on horseback who have come from all sides also have different opinions, and the answers given are more bizarre than the other.

Varner even suspects that they do not know what they are talking about; people always like to find a reason when facing strange things, even if they think about this reason, they feel nonsense.

But one thing is that the Centaur has indeed withdrawn from the Great Green Sea... And if it is not to the south, there is only one place to go-their hometown, the Centaur Gobi.

But... why?

Why did they abandon the big Boyi collar and many pastures that they had finally taken, if not for this, then why did they start this war?

Is it really like what Loren Torino said...

"Maybe they had heard of the Grand Duke’s army, and they scared the dog and fled back. I left my hometown, thinking about grabbing a grab and running, I think we won’t go to the Gobi to chase and kill everyone!"

A count laughed heartily led by a small boy casually catered to: "It was meant to help. Barbarians, even if you get lucky and win once in a while, how dare you really compete head-on with our Boy Hussein?!"

In the hearty laughter, this count’s words immediately won a lot of waves. The agreement of the Iraqi nobles; the strength of an army of one hundred thousand plus the past few days like a hot knife through butter, and the smooth march of "walking" made all the Boyi people become more confident.

Even the Boyi warriors who had participated in the battle of Thousand Tent City before held the same view-if it were not for the scarcity of troops, how could the aggressive Boyi be besieged by the trifling gang of barbarians? in the city?

"Okay! There are no outsiders here, so useless flattery is better to say less."

Seeing my group of people talk more and more outrageously, frowned Lass Luo Varna couldn't help interrupting, turning his gaze to Harimvan Azhamed, who had been driven away by him before and was rescued by Duke Byrne:

"Master of Azham, What do you think?"

"Reporting back to the Duke, I have basically the same views as you adults... Only a little surprised."

The upright Haringvan Assar Mai raised the magic wand in his hand that looked like Warhammer: "There is no doubt that such a huge army will definitely shock the centaur, and even make them abandon many territories-because in front of your army, these grasslands are simply impossible to guard. Live."

"However, this is definitely not because of fear, on the contrary, it is likely to be the enemy's strategy-you may disagree, but these centaur also understand tactics and strategy."

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Perceiving the scornful and even suspicious gazes around him, Master Azamah emphasized: "When I was captured, I had communicated with a centaur banner owner and saw with my own eyes how he commanded his own ministry. A crowd, not a crowd of hooligans!"

"Duke, to you, elite weapons and huge numbers are not a centaur threat; the real threat comes from those who are the same as ours. A monster who knows how to think!"

Speaking of this, Haringfan suddenly changed his words, and used a relaxed tone to dilute the weight he had just said: "But your army is so magnificent and strong, no matter how clever the enemy is. It is also impossible to change the strength of the two sides."

"It can be said that in such a situation, unless the enemy can ignore the casualties and use large-scale magic power, there is no chance of winning at all, and this is all It’s impossible;

The former centaur is never a race known for blood and bravery, and the latter, unless it is Evil God, there is no force in this world that can change a battle!"

"Well, Master, what you said makes sense."