But things often go wrong.
Just as the Duke Golan-Elson dropped the map in his hand, a noble knight ushered in, shouting anxiously: “Master, we have lost contact in the direction of Horta!”
“Whats the matter?” The Dukes heart jumped suddenly, and his uneasy premonition seemed to be confirmed at this moment, and he asked quickly.
“Its not clear, sir, the first news was that a swordsman belonging to the royal camp appeared in the direction of Horta. It wasnt long before our communication with that direction was broken.”
“Swordmaster?”
Golan-Elson silently speculated about the Swordmasters who were loyal to the royal family of Corkova. Which one would suddenly appear here, but a swordsman is not a concern. Can affect the whole battle. Anyway, in the end, it will only be the army of the northern nobles.
However, for insurance reasons, he still asked, “Have you sent a scout to confirm the situation?”
“Already dispatched.”
“Which is our army closest to Horta?”
“Unclear, but it seems that troops from Blackwater Bay have captured a village called Emden nearby.”
“Oh, that is Baron Gedum and his knights.” The Duke Golan-Elson nodded: “Let them go to Orta to see, and then draw a cavalry from the third column of the Southern Army. . “
“Understand. Lord.”
Archduke Golan-Elsen watched his knight leave. He rolled up the map and put it in the map box aside. Cant help but sighed, closed his eyes, reached out and rubbed his forehead. It wasnt the first time in half a century that Eruin went to the battlefield without fighting for a day. Between nobles and nobles, between nobles and mountain people Every month between the Eruin and the dead of Madara, large and small battles are played on the land of this ancient kingdom. For the first time at the age of 14, he accompanied the old Golan-Elsen On the battlefield, he was already a qualified military noble when he was sixteen.
He even participated in the second jihad. Although I havent experienced the most sinister wars, the experience is more or less a battle. Duke Golan-Elson knew very well that everything in a war is impossible as planned, and only those who have not actually conducted a battle will naively think that the war will be carried out step by step and according to plan, whose plan More thorough, anyone can win.
But this is far from the truth. For those familiar with war, real war is more like a big adventure than luck. Especially on such a huge battlefield with a depth of more than ten kilometers, the two parties participating in the battle are almost obscured, and the party who can control the sky and possess the superior wizard power may be slightly better. But inefficient orders and the speed of the armys reaction can make the original plan erroneous.
When it comes to the battlefield, it is better to compare who has better luck than to plan more thoroughly. Make fewer mistakes. If one side of a battle commits an unforgivable low-level error, the balance of war will often be tilted accordingly. This kind of mistake is often unavoidable. Sometimes the two sides of a war will make multiple repeated mistakes. In the end, they will decide the victory of a battle according to the will of Master Martha.
For now, though, there are more or less sudden conditions on the battlefield, just like what happened to Horta. But both are still within acceptable ranges. The Bugatian plan is very clever. Except for the part where the executor is the Southern Noble, all parts of this plan are perfectly reproduced.
Everything is moving in the right direction, but Grand Duke Golan-Elson always felt uneasy and felt that he had missed something. He reopened his eyes a little irritably, stood up from the table, and started back and forth in the same place.
He highly valued the Bugattis efficient execution. It was said that the White Lion Guard, commanded by the descendant of Dalus, had also shown such standards, but the Duke of Golan-Elson sneered at it. At least in the current battle, the opponent has not shown such a level, although their personal tactical literacy and strength are indeed far better than those of Tongji in Eruin.
The gap between the two is so obvious, so what is your worry?
Grand Duke Golan-Elson himself couldnt figure this out. He walked back to the table, picked up the pipe, and seemed to be ready to light a pipe. But in the irritable mood, he really did not have the patience to complete the detailed work of filling tobacco and lighting a fire, and put the pipe down again.
Then he heard footsteps outside the tent, knowing that the knight sent out had finally gone and returned.
The Duke finally couldnt hold back the anxiety in his heart. He opened the curtain of the tent and eagerly asked, “Whats wrong, have you figured out whats wrong with Ortas direction?”
He suddenly shut up.
He saw that his knight was pale, holding a crushed helmet in his hands, and stood trembling in front of himself. The dark helmet looked like a knights face armor common to the south, stained with blood.
“what happened?”
Grand Prix Golan-Elson looked calm, his hazel eyes in his sunken eyes fixed on the helmet.
“Sir … Lord Bard Goldham …”
“Whats up with him?”
“Master Baron … he is already a country, and his knights … this is the message from the wizarding man in Buga …”
“Whats the matter?” Lord Duke restrained the anger in his voice and asked Shen Shen: “Arent they north of Horta, havent they attacked without my order?”
The knights throat rolled and he couldnt say a word.
“How is Horta?”
“Sir, Orta has been taken back by the Toniggers and no one has escaped. The Toniggers have launched a counterattack and they have crossed Emden …”
“Gadham and his men are cavalry. How could they not have escaped by themselves?” Although the Duke Goran-Elsen was not yet angry, the calm tone was enough to make his knights tremble. Quietly surrendered his helmet and replied:
“Sir, this is the relic of Lord Bardham Gedum brought back by the Bugatians …”
Duke Golan-Elson angrily waved away the knights helmet, and the bloodstained helmet landed on the ground for several rounds before stopping.
He finally said angrily: “What do I want this **** thing to do, by the way, Bugatians, havent they caught up?”
The knight almost buried his head in the ground.
“Master, the adults in Buga have also suffered losses, they are convening manpower to surround the direction of the Toniggers …”
“Very well, how long will they take?”
“This……”
“I know these **** guys cant be trusted at all,” Duke Golan-Elson turned and walked back to the tent, angrily sweeping the contents of the table to the ground, dinging a noise.
“Tell me. What is the size and composition of that Tonigel army, how did they get into our siege net, how many wizards do they have, and where are they attacking?”
“My lord …” The Cavaliers said, “We havent figured out who they are. Some people say they are the White Lion Guard garrison originally stationed in Horta, but we dont know exactly where they came from Invading our encirclement, they … they dont seem to have wizards … “
“Without a wizard, this is nonsense!”
Duke Golan-Elson exclaimed: “How can they defeat Baron Goldham and his cavalry servants without a wizard? How can the Bugatians suffer such a big loss? Is this army from In the direction of Schafflund? “
“Master, no,” the knight replied immediately. “Shafferends direction was still calm. There was no condition in the manpower we were stationed in, and we would contact that direction every five minutes.”
“Very well,” Duke Golan-Elson exhaled. “So what about this army, they left Horta and attacked Emden again. Where are they going next? Is it Mintel? Still Tagan? “
…… (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
The Amber Sword book 6 Chapter 476 Trumpet II