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During the Battle of Nanhai Town, Carlos was trapped and under siege.
Although the 44th Corps under the Ninth Army was only two and a half days away from Nanhai Town, it was not until Carlos had begun to arrange defenses that the belated forward troops of the 44th Corps arrived with a regiment. More than 800 people.
Then there is no more.
The warriors of the 44th Corps fully carried forward the spirit of victory when faced with a narrow road, and fought to the death with the brutal orcs, buying precious time for the soldiers and civilians of Nanhai Town to build a defense line.
The fearless spirit of sacrifice of the 44th Corps greatly inspired the enthusiasm of the officers and soldiers of Nanhai Town for the war of resistance, and lit the fire of hope and freedom in the hearts of the people.
History will not forget, the people will not forget, and the alliance will not forget!
However, Carlos could not remember the name of the commander of the 44th Corps at all.
"Idiot, the journey of less than three days can be covered by the tribe. If the alliance is like this, why should we fight? Let's surrender and lose half of it, okay?"
No one answered, so Carlos complained for a few words and then stopped.
"How is the material transfer going?" Carlos calmed down and asked.
"It went smoothly. The army set out and took away a lot of supplies. There was already a serious deficit in the camp warehouse. We don't have much to move. We can basically complete the transfer of supplies from the alliance headquarters camp this afternoon. ." Herni Mareb replied.
As the war escalated, the old mayor gradually felt that his body could not bear it, and he had applied for retirement from Alex. Herni Mareb has officially become the new mayor of Nanhai Town.
"Oh? Then we have to thank those moths. It's better to eat it ourselves than to burn it or leave it to the tribe, right?" Carlos, who knew the truth, couldn't help but burst into tears from laughter.
"Sir, logically speaking, yes." As a vassal of the Barov family, Herni Mareb could say things that were difficult for Carlos's officers to say. "Whether it is left to the tribe or burned, it will have an impact on your reputation, sir. The current situation could not be better."
Carlos suddenly felt a long live understanding of Lothar.
It must be very hard to lead such a group of people who have their own evil intentions at a time of life and death, and fight based on their own little calculations, right?
It must be very hard to bear the thought of killing these worms and scum with a knife and pretend to be gentle and considerate, right?
It must be very hard to hold back tears to send a loyal and kind man to do what must be done to his death, but to endure incompetent people behind his back to sabotage, obstruct, and hold him back?
I really want to chop these bastards to death!
"It's over now. Let's study Nanhai Town's defense plan." Carlos ignored the topic calmly, as if the loud curse just now had never happened.
Nanhai Town is surrounded by the sea on three sides, and the only side facing land has a large number of fortifications. It is really a dangerous place that is easy to defend but difficult to attack.
In addition, most of the mages hired by Carlos in Dalaran are also stationed in Nanhai Town, and Kel'Thuzad is in charge. At this moment, there are as many as a dozen high-ranking mages in the small Nanhai Town.
At the battle plan formulation meeting, everyone was confident that they would defend Nanhai Town, but Carlos always had an ominous premonition.
The commanders of the ** Corps formulated a satisfactory defense plan at the meeting, which was put into use that night.
Crossbows, muskets and shells cut off the enemy's midfield. A small group of cavalry cooperated with the elite troops to cover up the defeated enemy in the front. They stopped as soon as they were ready, assuming a posture of an iron wall with thorns all over.
"General, the tribe is marching in a hurry and lacks siege equipment. However, our army has all the soldiers and abundant supplies. It is almost certain that we can defend Nanhai Town." Although Ymir stayed up all night, facing the morning sun, the bags under his eyes were not as swollen. affect his confidence.
Excluding the people who took refuge in Nanhai Town, there are still more than 2,000 residents left. Adding the remnants of the First Regiment and the 44th Corps, it should be 100% sure that 7,000 humans can defend against 5,000 orcs.
It's a pity that Ymir's self-confidence only lasted for less than two days and was destroyed.
"Admiral Daelin Proudmoore made a surprise attack on the tribe's camp but missed it? He had another encounter with the tribe's troop transport ship and the red dragon at sea? Did the tribe also increase its troops?"
After receiving the first-hand news from Kel'Thuzad, Carlos' face was terrifyingly gloomy, while Ymir was stunned, and the other wing commanders didn't look too good either.
"Don't act like someone in your family died. It's not like you haven't fought against orcs with superior strength. Don't forget, my army is a ** regiment!" Carlos quickly adjusted his mentality and showed a arrogant attitude, as if he was looking down upon the tribe. He said like a chicken or a dog.
It was an unreasonable and mysterious self-confidence, but his subordinates just fell into this trap.
"That means, General, you are destined to step on the corpse of an orc and rise to the top of the world!"
"You are just flattering me, your lord wants to be the king!"
"With the General here, the orcs have nothing to fear!"
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Regardless of whether he is telling the truth or being a flatterer, at least if the commander has a unified voice, the soldiers below will have less commotion.
This battle must be fought as it should be.
That night, Carlos, who was on routine patrol, completed his patrol work and was about to return to the command hall to take a nap, but was stopped by Herni Mareb.
"Sir, the militia team noticed something moving in the sea, so they went to check and found that the blocking net was torn by something. It doesn't look like it was done by the fishmen." Heni Mareb took out a ball of fishing net that was not dry yet. Show it to Carlos.
The iron hooks on the fishing net have been rusted, and there are no scratch marks. The fishing rope made of flax fibers has been torn apart by external forces, and the fibers at the forks are of different lengths.
"How deep is the water?" Carlos asked.
"About five meters." Herni Mareb answered.
What is it? Carlos couldn't help but wonder. If it’s a murloc, the fiber of the fishing rope should be soaked with the mucus of a murloc; if it’s a big fish, it’s impossible not to catch something on the iron hook; if it’s an orc, it would be too much fun for a few sharp soldiers to raid a tightly guarded town. . So what exactly is it?
Suddenly, a word appeared in Carlos' mind!
"Holy Light! That enemy is worth fighting!"
Carlos shouted, and the light, which was not strong, penetrated the body and radiated through the wall and radiated to most of Nanhai Town.
"Town Hall!"
Carlos sensed the reverberation of the holy light and quickly led his subordinates to the Citizen's Assembly Hall of Nanhai Town Hall, also commonly known as the town hall.
Hurry up and hurry up, it's still a step too late. The militiamen on vigil seemed to be lazily leaning against the wall in the shade of the trees, but their twisted necks and broken neck bones betrayed the guards' loyalty.
"Sir, what is that?" Herni Mareb couldn't help but asked while running.
"A bunch of bastards who defiled heroic spirits, a bunch of beasts who came back from the dead." Carlos drew out his sword, looked down at the dirt footprints on the steps of the town hall, and kicked open the wooden door.
"Now that you're here, don't leave."
With the flames of holy light burning in Carlos's eyes, he looked at the three humanoid shadows looking through books and documents in the darkness and made a death declaration.
"It seems that there is something wrong with my memory. Your command center is not in the town hall, but you should be a high-ranking human official. Killing you will not be in vain."
After speaking in a very stiff and awkward manner in Common, six scarlet eyes stared at Carlos closely.
"Toys of Gul'dan, do you know what your biggest mistake is?"
Carlos waved away the guards behind him and signaled Herni Mareb to close the door.
Although Herni Mareb hesitated, he faithfully carried out Carlos's order.
"It's...what...what." The tone was still awkward, but not so harsh. The monster asked with interest. It seemed that three against one, they had a chance to win.
"I am the strongest paladin in the world, and you three are fifty-five scum!"
After speaking, his wings spread, Carlos's murderous intent was determined.
