Ambush is a skill, chasing troops is an art.
Don't read in novels where the enemy is ambushed at every turn and suffers heavy losses. Fire attacks and arrows rain down, killing the enemy without causing any damage. Fake.
Don't look at the story where the enemy army was defeated and fled in panic. Our army pursued and covered up the enemy, and did not return for several days. No trace of beheading the enemy was recorded. Imaginary.
For an army that is easily ambushed, you can defeat it almost head-on; for an army that is not so easily ambushed, if you want to reduce casualties and win a perfect victory, you need to do a lot of intelligence work to lure and deceive the enemy; For powerful opponents who cannot be defeated by an ambush, they can only defend the enemy in dangerous terrain to extract confessions or attack them to rescue them, and ambush and return reinforcements; for enemies who cannot be defeated by any means... an ambush can only give you some dignity in defeat, and I will give you a Just a reason to hit gg.
As for pursuing soldiers, that is something even more sophisticated. Watch less anti-Japanese dramas and watch too many pursuit troops being ambushed. The generals in charge of the army are all hard-hearted and dull people, and keeping a reserve team is a principle that all generals with some quality understand. When you are chasing the fleeing enemy, your own army is also in an embarrassing situation of being disorganized. What? An organized pursuit? If others run away, can you catch them if you organize an organized pursuit?
There should not be too many cases of taking advantage of local blindness and carelessness in pursuit to organize counter-encirclement, counter-ambush and counter-annihilation campaigns.
Therefore, the old adage of "Don't enter the woods and chase the enemy when you are in trouble" is particularly scientifically based. Who dares to pursue a large-scale pursuit unless it is a veteran general who has experienced hundreds of battles or has bribed the opponent's high-level insiders?
Unless there is an absolute advantage in terrain or strength, pursuit is a military operation that tests the commander's ability more than an ambush. Give up the idea that the cavalry is invincible. A dense bush and grove will completely eliminate the kinetic energy advantage of your cavalry. Without the speed and impact of the cavalry, a group of farmers can deal with it with a manure fork. Not to mention the situation where the horse stumbles in actual combat. On gravel and potholes, the horse can take off itself and the knight on its back.
Carlos spent two days in random thoughts, and finally convened a military meeting in the early morning of the third day after the troll priestess Ilsavans of the Badmoss Clan of Zumashal and the human assassination troops who followed her left.
"Carlos. According to the trolls, Zumashal is more than four days away from our current Northland fortress. We are just starting to catch up now, is it too late?" Turalyon asked with some worry.
"Well, conventionally speaking. It's a little late." Carlos actually admitted that what Turayan said made sense.
"Then please stop lying, okay? I don't believe that a guy who started fighting with the army at the age of fourteen would make such a mistake. Come on, don't lie." Turalyon expressed the thoughts of other generals present.
"If we follow common sense, we will definitely not be able to keep up with the schedule of the troll priestess Ilsavans. But that priestess Ilsavans must not trust us either. It is inevitable that we will lead our team in circles. "
Carlos hadn't finished speaking, but when he paused in the middle, the Grand Knight Commander of the Royal Knights of Alterac, Henry Schette, saw the opportunity to interject, interrupting His Majesty the King.
"But Your Majesty, we are not familiar with this land. Even the natives of Stratholme will not go through the mountains and forests to deal with trolls."
Carlos put his elbows on the table and crossed his fingers under his nose in a classic pose. He asked in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "What do you think of magic?"
"Forehead……"
"Something very powerful...something?"
"very useful……"
Everyone has their own opinion about magic.
fear. Envy, yearn for, admire, or both.
But no one can describe this complex sense in words.
"Aren't you curious why I left my magic advisor in Alterac and didn't take a single mage with me when I went north this time?" Carlos asked.
Everyone was speechless. Your Majesty Carlos, what's the point of holding on for so long? We know that you are wise and powerful, so you should continue talking.
"It's a secret."
Carlos replied solemnly.
"Carlos, one hundred Alliance warriors are in danger for your plan. Please don't make such a joke." Turalyon was a little uneasy.
"I'm not joking, but I want you to be sworn to secrecy."
I swear.
I swear.
I swear.
…
After everyone present swore an oath not to reveal what Carlos said next, the King of Alterac said words that moved everyone.
"From the beginning, my goal was Zumashal."
"Wait a minute. When did it start? Carlos, please explain." Turalyon felt a little frightened.
"It starts from the moment we decide to send troops."
There was silence in the conference room.
"You don't think that I accepted the request of the Kingdom of Lordaeron and came to Stratholme just to show off, do you? You don't think that the high elves of Quel'Thalas will let us enter their territory to fight the trolls? Right? Or maybe after you sent out the troops, you never thought about how long we would stay here, or what the fight would look like before we were finished? Generals. Warriors, my friends, Hillblade Hills, our compatriots We are fighting a bloody battle with the tribe, and soldiers are bleeding and dying every moment. Do you think I am building a fortress here just for a vacation?"
Carlos' voice rose.
"Repaired the fortress and defeated the active trolls in Stratholme. The trolls of Zul'Aman troubled Zul'Aman's enemies. My thoughts were never on the trolls. Orcs! Horde! If I don't defeat the powerful one standing in front of the Alliance, Enemy, when will this war be over?"
"Your Majesty..." The generals of Alterac looked at their King Carlos and were stunned speechless by the sudden majesty.
"Do you know why I want to fight in person? It's not because I can't trust you, and it's not for some useless achievements. I am the king, I am already the king, and I don't need those flashy achievements. I am here just for the fastest time End the mess here in Stratholme, and then use your identity to suppress people so that you can take you all back. Hillbrad, only Hillbrad said that the place where warriors should bleed is Tarren Mill. Home of the Alterac people!"
Although Turalyon was still a rookie in politics, he was already a qualified commander under the guidance of Lothar due to his talent.
"Yes, use the North Fortress to block the passage for the trolls to go south, so that only a small number of mobile troops and fortress guards are needed to defend the entire Stratholme area. As long as Stratholme City uses the North Fortress to build more base pillars. In the sentry tower, the trolls should not think about Cholera Stratholme. As for the main force of the trolls, let the high elves deal with it." Although Turalyon liked Alleria and had a closeness to the high elves, but as a The adjutant of the Supreme Commander of the Alliance, Turalyon's ass couldn't be more upright. Taking the interests of the Alliance as the starting point is the basic consideration.
"So, the arrival of the Priestess and Mr. Duya is an unexpected surprise, and as early as half a month ago, I had secretly sent troops to get close to Zumashal. You guys, even if you didn't find out, even if you don't consider sending me Didn't the twenty centurions who went out to clear out the trolls also find that there were nearly 600 people missing from the main force?" Carlos said this and asked, "Is it true that they didn't notice it or did they dare not say anything? Are you stupid or am I so scary that you dare not ask?”
Carlos took out a small bag from his waist and threw it on the table.
"Here is a magic pointer made by Master Brick. It will always point to the location of Zumashal."
After speaking, Carlos stood up.
"I said, it's okay to treat me like a fool, and I will act like a fool for everyone to see. When I'm done being a fool, I have the final say on the rest! Ymir, you lead the cavalry troops within two hundred miles of the fortress. On agitated alert, Henry Schette, I will leave a thousand men for you to defend the fortress in case of emergencies."
After Carlos finished speaking, he turned around and faced Turalyon.
"Turalyon, leave five hundred men to help defend the fortress, and take the rest with me."
"Yes!" Turalyon agreed happily.
"Come on, generals of Alterante, follow in the footsteps of your king. Guys of the Royal Knights, it's time for your debut!" Carlos issued a declaration of war. To be continued.
