Author: Conquer people with virtue

The foothills of Malur Mountain are the junction area between the Western Front of the Orc Empire and the Xilan Mountains.

Originally, there were only occasional smuggling merchants and stowaway adventurers here, but now it is very lively.

Orc military tents were lined up one after another, and every quarter of an hour a group of patrolling orc sentries roared past.

If someone could cross the cordon and get closer, they would find that the orc military camp was divided into two groups, with clear distinctions.

A banquet was being held in the Chinese army's large tent in one of the camps. The cold wind was howling outside the tent, but it was warm inside. Seven or eight orcs gathered around the large iron pot in the center and ate with their mouths dripping with oil.

"Your Highness, the First Prince, your warriors are ready and ready for you to command at any time."

Halfway through the banquet, a strong orc man stood up and said respectfully to the luxuriously robed orc in the center.

"The people we brought this time are all good young men from our clan, and they will definitely win the battle for His Highness!"

Before the foreign voice finished, everyone nodded. This time they brought with them all carefully selected elites.

Due to various restrictions, both sides can only bring about 20,000 troops anyway. No matter how many, it is inconvenient, and the logistical pressure will increase dramatically.

On the other hand, this is also a test for the two crown princes.

The bad terrain of the Xilan Mountains is not just a name for itself, it is really not suitable for large army operations. Even the two most suitable routes for marching are only relatively easy to walk.

"The fourth brother is good at everything and has abilities, but he likes to be patient too much." The eldest prince, Avalon, made his starting point in a brotherly manner.

"Sometimes, there are some things that you just have to do your part."

As soon as these words came out, all the subordinates agreed. They said things like "the fourth prince does not have the spirit of a king" and "it is better to be like a human than an orc" to belittle Deimos.

Avalon was very pleased with what he heard. After a long while, he raised his hand to stop, raised his glass, and said: "Time is tight and the task is heavy. Come on, let's drink this cup to the full and wish us a triumphant victory!"

"Wish you victory!"

…

The next day, the army in this half of the orc camp slowly marched out, flags fluttering, footsteps like thunder, and full of momentum.

In contrast, the other side was deserted and deserted, and it seemed like a defeat even before it started.

"Your Highness, the eldest prince and the others have already set off and are expected to enter the mountains tomorrow."

In the large tent of the Chinese army, a young orc officer reported to Deimos, who was in charge, with an anxious look on his face.

There were already very few enemies on their side, and now they were one step behind the eldest prince. It would be difficult for them to catch up.

"You, you are still too impatient in doing things. You should learn more from your father. If you can learn even half of what he did, you can do great things." Timos taught.

When the young officer heard His Highness mention his father, he couldn't help but show pride on his face.

Without him, his father was Aldan, the prophet of the Blackstone tribe. He was powerful, good at planning, and calm in times of crisis. The emperor also treated him with courtesy.

Half a year ago, Aldan broke through the legend and went one step further, which is even more incredible.

"Your Highness taught you this."

"Do what you are doing first. If there is any news from Longsk, please tell me as soon as possible."

"yes!"

…

What is the concept of an army of 20,000 people in terms of quantity?

An army of 20,000 can only be a partial division on the bloody front between orcs and humans, or a part of a major battle, performing partial combat tasks of attacking fortresses, covering, or rearing.

Not much.

But in the Xilan Mountains, 20,000 people is a lot.

The broken terrain also tore the formation of this army into pieces. In some places, only a few people could walk side by side.

After marching into the Xilan Mountains for only half a day, Avalon's 20,000 elite troops meandered along the road for nearly twenty miles with provisions and grass.

"Send the order, rest where you are."

Avalon gave the order to the messenger next to him. The road here was more difficult to walk than expected, and the soldiers' physical strength was exhausted faster.

Hearing this, the messengers rode fast horses to convey orders quickly back and forth. Due to the narrow road here, the orcs could not even find a large enough open space to gather, so they had to divide into several parts.

Unfolding the map, Avalon frowned after calculating his position.

The marching speed was slower than he expected. It seemed that most of the winter might be spent walking.

"But fortunately, there are quite a lot of prey here." Avalon thought and couldn't help but feel lucky. The fourth brother would have a much bigger headache.

Avalon couldn't help but feel hot when he thought of the supreme throne of that huge empire.

After only about an hour, the order to march was immediately given.

Due to the broken formation, in order to facilitate command, the army was divided into several parts, which acted separately according to tribes. Each group had about three to four thousand people.

In this way, several armies can attack in various places, which can greatly improve the efficiency of sweeps. Even if you encounter a strong enemy, you can retreat unscathed.

Avalon already felt that his arrangement was too conservative, because neither he nor his generals felt that anyone here was worthy of a fight.

In the next few days, his idea was confirmed.

As the orcs attacked everywhere, they encountered several battles.

These tribes, ranging from two to three thousand to several hundred people, seemed to want to take advantage of the terrain to resist, or they thought they were hiding in the hope of escaping disaster.

Unfortunately, facing the elite orcs, once they are discovered, they are destined to be destroyed.

"Your Highness! Half a day ago, the Rota tribe attacked the wild boar camp and defeated it in an instant, killing three thousand enemies!"

"Report! The Tomahawk Division was attacked by tengu. There were about a thousand of them. They were successfully repelled. Master Mu Lei has given chase!"

"Report..."

A series of military reports came one after another, all of which were great victories for the orcs, which made Avalon very satisfied. After a few battles, a lot has been gained.

The only fly in the ointment is that these places are indeed full of Jedi. The army cannot deploy its full strength and can only rely on the individual strength of the soldiers to fight hard. After several times, dozens of people died and hundreds of people were injured.

Avalon glanced at an orc scribe next to him. Upon seeing this, the scribe said: "When the army secretary comes back and verifies that everything is correct, I will truthfully record the eldest prince's achievements."

Hearing this, Avalon could only nod. These people were his father's people and he could not interfere.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long before military news came again.

"Report! Mr. Mu Lei reported that a fortress was found ahead!" Suddenly, another message came.

"Oh?" Avalon raised his eyebrows upon hearing this.

After walking for so long, I finally encountered some decent prey.

"Where's Mu Lei?"

"Lord Mu Lei is already arranging to attack the city, and I'm afraid there's already a battle!"

Avalon nodded, not too worried. Orcs have been fighting with humans for so many years, and they have long been used to attacking cities.

Is there a more turtle fortress in this world than a human castle?
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