The sky turned white, and it was the dawn of a day, a good time for killing people and setting fires.
"Ymir, you will bring twenty cavalry in a moment and let the orc sentries discover it. When they make a move, you will make a large circle and come back." Carlos issued the combat order.
"Do you need contact?" Ymir asked.
"No, it's just a simple division of troops strategy." After Carlos finished speaking, he arranged the offensive positions for the first squadron, the second squadron, and the third squadron respectively.
After receiving a positive answer, Ymir took the order and left.
Although the troops are superior, being able to use tactical arrangements to reduce casualties is also an excellent choice.
To higher-ups, soldiers were just numbers on a file. That's just because the higher-ups can't see it.
Carlos now has a fear of writing death notices, but he just feels better doing it himself.
Carlos even wanted to fight on behalf of the soldiers who looked at him with admiration.
However, war is not a trivial matter that can be taken over by anyone, especially a war between two races for survival.
So after being repeatedly ground by the millstone of human nature and reality, the general named Carlos Barov learned to issue the most cruel orders with a compassionate heart.
"After the signal is sent, three rounds of rockets will suppress it, and then defend in place. The Fourth Squadron will serve as a mobile squadron. You will support whichever direction the orcs break out." Carlos continued to improve the combat plan.
"General, are you going to lead the Guards to charge into the camp again?" The second lieutenant officer commanding the third squadron looked at Carlos in annoyance.
"Otherwise, why do you think I transferred Ymir away? It's only a kind person like me who can stand that garrulous guy." Carlos looked matter-of-fact.
"What's the time limit? If you, general, are surrounded, when will we launch an attack?" asked the captain of the second squadron.
"My original plan was to lure or drive the orcs out, but your question is a good one. Please remind me next time." Carlos thanked him sincerely.
Carlos' original plan was to use Ymir's small number of cavalry to alert the orcs. If the orcs divide their forces to intercept and kill, then the entire army will be dispatched to wipe out the enemy's main force; if the orcs abandon their current stronghold and flee, pursue them all the way and use bloodletting tactics to consume the orc unit.
But the subordinate's speech reminded Carlos - if the commander of this orc unit is a fool and cannot understand Carlos's arrangement at all, and organizes defense on the spot, then Carlos's arrangement has a fatal flaw. .
The military system of the alliance is the same, with twelve men in a squad, ten squads in a squadron, three to five squadrons in a regiment, and ten to fifteen regiments in a regiment.
Carlos came out this time with a total of five squadrons plus his own personal guards, for a total of six and a half squadrons. However, the casualties along the way were not small. The captain of the fifth squadron was killed in action, so Carlos split the fifth squadron among the other four squadrons to fill the vacancies. Even so, after the first squadron and the second squadron, the other teams are still not satisfied with the number.
If the arrow rain and the impact of the Guards led by Carlos did not cause the orcs to be confused, or the orc commander was a powerful party and fled decisively, then the blocking force would be too weak, and more heavy losses would likely occur.
Then the tactical arrangements to reduce casualties will not have the desired effect at all. They will only concentrate the damage that should be shared equally among the entire army into one squadron.
"Then, the Fourth Squadron, as a reserve team, will decide the direction of attack on its own. After I launch the attack, the entire army will attack!"
"yes!"
"As you command!"
"clear!"
"Okay, General!"
The combat meeting is over.
According to the plan, Ymir's team attracted the attention of the orcs. Soon, the orc team of about thirty people, including three wolf cavalry, left the abandoned village.
About five minutes later, Carlos led the Guards Cavalry in a charge.
Halfway through the charge, the first round of flaming arrows rained down.
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The two guards accelerated suddenly, surpassing their general, blocking Carlos' position and slowing down Carlos' horse.
The second round of flaming arrows rained down.
The others rushed past their generals in tacit agreement, and the battle officially began.
The third round of flaming arrows fell to the ground, and the cavalry stepped into the orc camp, a wonderful collaboration.
The orcs in the chaos suffered the first round of blows. The high kinetic energy brought by the war horses made the ax throwing extremely powerful. The guards, who cooperated tacitly, threw three axes per orc in the first round, and took away more than thirty orcs in one round. life.
After the first direct contact, Carlos entered the battlefield. The general rolled his eyes at his two personal guards, who remained unmoved.
By the time the orcs organized a decent defense, the surrounding Alliance soldiers had already rushed to the battlefield.
"I thought the orc commanders were all the same as the big axe I met for the first time. It turns out that I was scaring myself, so that's not a bad thing." Carlos found that even if he didn't participate in the battle, the alliance had the absolute upper hand, so I was in the mood to chat with the squadron leader of the third squadron.
"Your Excellency, General, not every Alliance general is like you." The captain of the 3rd Squadron gave Carlos a small slap in the face.
"Stop guarding me, command your troops to crush these scum!" Carlos smiled happily, and his face became serious.
"Yes!" The squadron commander understood that nothing should be taken too far, and hurriedly left Carlos to organize the battle.
At this time, there was a terrifying howl, accompanied by two fully armed soldiers flying into the air, and Carlos knew something was wrong.
There was a flying soldier whose body was obviously in a figure-7 shape, and he was obviously hopeless. Carlos galloped after him, spread his wings of holy light, and jumped into the air to catch another soldier.
"Holy Light, please show your mercy!" Although casting Holy Light does not require chanting a spell, pretense has become a habit, and Carlos can no longer change it.
The soldier Carlos saved recognized Carlos even though his meaning was unclear.
"General, general!" The soldier braced himself, raised his arm with difficulty and gave a military salute.
"It's okay, have a good rest." Carlos said gently, and then handed the soldier over to the care of other soldiers who came over.
Everything I do still makes sense!
The heartfelt respect of an ordinary soldier who fell into a coma gave Carlos great satisfaction. The power of holy light surged throughout his body, and his whole body entered an inexplicable state of excitement.
"Ah!!! I really want to hit something!" Carlos, who couldn't control himself with the pleasure, shouted, crouched down and accelerated, running towards the direction of the culprit he had just observed in mid-air.
"So handsome, is this the Paladin?" A young soldier sighed as he looked at Carlos's retreating figure.
"Your Excellency, General, is a unique green light knight, you are an ignorant guy." The veteran slapped the rookie, wondering why he was so distracted on the battlefield.
After passing through layers of obstacles, Carlos discovered the raging ogre. Even without using [Bravery and Fearlessness], the soldiers led by Carlos no longer felt fear when facing the ogre.
The ogre, whose right knee was crippled, was kneeling on one knee and was more than three meters high. More than twenty human soldiers were besieging it.
As long as this fat ogre dares to wave the beam that he removed from who knows which house, he will be stabbed several times in the back.
The ogre, who was in desperate situation, had a fierce look in his eyes and was extremely angry.
"Everyone, step back and go greet the orcs. Don't waste time here."
Although Carlos gave the order, no soldiers left, leaving the general to fight this monster alone. He would be damned if he didn't be repaired by the superior!
Step by step forward, the ogre suddenly exerted his strength, and the big wooden stick swept towards him.
Carlos raised the hand that was not holding the sword, preparing to block directly with his forearm.
This behavior frightened the soldiers, and ordinary people subconsciously wanted to rush forward, but they were unable to do so in time.
The tragic situation he imagined did not happen. The invisible shield of holy light on Carlos's arm splashed out thousands of stars, directly blocking the blow.
The beam was bent in the middle, and the ogre's wrist was pulled by the reaction force, making a clicking sound.
Carlos continued to walk into the ogre step by step.
There was a look of fear in the ogre's eyes, and the unreasonable phenomenon scared the fat man silly.
Carlos walked up to the ogre and crossed his fingers.
The ogre lowered his head in fear.
"Have you ever eaten a human?" Carlos, who was fluent in orcish, knew that the ogre could understand.
"Not rough." The ogre replied in broken orcish.
"Yeah?"
Carlos swung his sword and turned around to leave.
After a while of spinning, the ogre found himself seeing a big pile of meat without a head, and couldn't help but wonder if it would be delicious.
