Long-term training can allow soldiers to accumulate physical fitness in a week, but psychological fatigue is not something that can be easily eliminated. [No pop-up novel website]
It's a pity that war is something that destroys humanity, and the battlefield is a purgatory that creates madness.
"The soldiers are not in good condition. They are now completely supported by the morale accumulated from consecutive victories. There is also the advantage in numbers. Your Majesty, I do not recommend fighting the main force of the trolls now. After all, the new soldiers in this army are Too much."
Henrichet found an opportunity to be alone and advise Carlos alone.
"I don't know, but you can't expect me to bring all the elites of Alterac to the north just to wipe Terenas's ass, right?"
Carlos patted the great knight on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.
"Your Majesty, if we talk about covenants or promises, we have done enough. The covenant people can accuse you or Alterac, but it has really reached its limit. More than 1,500 people are here. Although the glorious victory eased the uneasy fear, the soldiers were indeed tired. I don’t know when a small defeat may trigger a big collapse. Your Majesty, do not trust any troops except your guards. After all, they were half a year ago. Just some civilians and ordinary people."
At His Majesty's request, Henrichette sat down and expressed his worries.
Originally, Henrichet had reservations about the Barov family's ascendancy. He only responded to the call of the new king for the sake of his family and his future. But as time went by, Henry Scheit became a staunch royalist, and the Grand Knight believed that Carlos was a treasure given to Alterac by God, a nearly perfect king, and an object worthy of allegiance.
Therefore, the Great Knight frankly expressed his worries - the human coalition is approaching its limit.
Excluding Turalyon's 1,000 men, Carlos only had 1,000 veterans scattered at the grassroots level. In addition, including the knights of the Alterac Knights and Carlos's personal guards, the entire coalition could fight. The number of veterans is quite large, with only 2,500 people in full force. And the previous battles. It was the bloody battles of these veterans that sealed the coalition's victory.
But they suffered heavy losses.
Now, although those new recruits have seen blood and fighting, they are still just new recruits. You never know when the chain will fall off.
As long as you have seen blood, you are a veteran. These are all lies in knight novels. There is no year-round training, no words and deeds from the predecessors, and no accumulation of experience over the years. A recruit is a recruit, and killing someone is nothing more than a courageous recruit.
Do you know team tactical command?
Do you understand military formation flag orders and formation changes?
Do you know how to deal with emergencies?
Can you quickly take over when an officer dies?
Can you voluntarily die for the king and Alterac?
Ever since he discovered that many soldiers had night terrors while patrolling the camp at night, Henrichet knew that the human coalition heading north had almost reached its limit.
If these new recruits are given some more time, perhaps many of them will become the backbone and pillars of the Alterac army in the future. But now, these guys who made a lot of money in Zumashal just want to return to their hometown safely to show off their majesty on the battlefield and squander the rewards given by the king.
"Henry Schette, do you think I know what you are talking about?"
Carlos asked the great knight with a smile.
"Well. I guess you know, Your Majesty."
Henrichet was stunned for a moment, then answered.
"I thought you would answer. Guess whether I guess or not."
"Your Majesty, this is not the time to play tongue twisters!"
Henrichet said with some annoyance.
"Okay, I think you're being too serious and want to lighten the mood."
Carlos patted his cheeks with both hands.
"Sir Henry Shet, who do you think I am? I have been studying the military since I was six years old. When I was fourteen, I followed General Odrun to go to the Hinterlands to fight trolls. Until now. I call myself He is the most capable of fighting among all kings, who dares to disapprove!"
Carlos said proudly.
"Your Majesty is mighty."
Henrichet could only be sincerely convinced by Carlos's tough life, the most capable king. Carlos deserves his name.
"But, as a king, the things he considers are different from those of you generals."
Before Carlos could finish speaking, Henrichet quickly distanced himself.
"My subordinate has overstepped his bounds..."
"You are too sensitive. Forget it. No matter whether you are wrong or not, I will forgive your fault first."
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
"Go on. I also know that this army is already a strong one. But we have to fight, Sir Henry Shet, otherwise all our efforts will be wasted!"
Carlos put away his smile and said seriously.
"Your Majesty, please make it clear."
Henrichet frowned and leaned forward unconsciously, obviously attracted by his king's words.
"Because of this war, we, Alterac, are the biggest losers. The flames of war pervade Hillbrad, and we, Alterac, our Barov family, and the best places are all in Hillbrad. Tarren Mir. Do you think I am collecting so much wealth for my own pleasure? Do you think I mobilize all my troops for Alleria's beauty? Do you think I am out of my mind when I lead you to fight in Quel'Thalas? ?”
Faced with several angry questions from Carlos, Henrichet said he did not dare.
"Don't think that I don't know what you're doing behind my back!"
As soon as these words came out, Henrichet quickly knelt down to apologize.
"Get up and sit down. I have never doubted that the final victory must belong to the Alliance, nor have I doubted that Alterac can finally get out of the predicament. What then? What to do next? You tin can elm-headed people can ignore these issues, but I can’t help but think about it because I’m your king.”
"Your Majesty, thank you for your hard work."
Henrichet's nose felt sore.
"Stop flattering, what did I say?"
Carlos was amused by Henrichet.
"Tell me what to do next."
"Then the attitude of Quel'Thalas is very important, important to whether we can recover the losses within the Alliance, and important to whether we in Alterac can survive the foreseeable famine years after the war."
After Carlos finished speaking, he let out a long sigh. In this war, other countries are using the present to fight against the enemy, but Alterac is anticipating the future.
"Your Majesty, you are right."
Henrichet agreed with Carlos's words from the bottom of his heart.
"So this battle must be fought even if it is not fought."
Carlos patted Henrichet on the shoulder again, hard, hard.
"But Your Majesty. Some things cannot be transferred according to our will. Soldiers can still fight with favorable conditions, but they will never be able to withstand desperate situations or even adversity."
Henrichet spoke unashamedly and truthfully.
"Then don't let the soldiers feel that they are in a difficult situation. It depends on the ability of an officer."
"Your Majesty, please make it clear."
Henrichet stood up. The body is straight.
"Well, let me make it clear to you, uncle, that you are not capable of deceiving and abducting? Anyway, when facing soldiers, all officers have the same caliber. We have a great advantage! As for how powerful we are. If you want to go, I will pardon you for bragging during this war. !”
"Yes, I understand!"
After Henrichet left, Turalyon slowly swayed out.
"Your Majesty the King, are you really okay with letting me hear these secrets? I'm afraid you'll silence me."
"I want to kill you a lot. Is this an excuse? Do you need this one?"
Carlos spat disdainfully at Turalyon's unfunny joke.
"Actually, I wanted to tell you before that the soldiers didn't want to fight. Even the soldiers assigned to me by Marshal Lothar were tired."
A thousand people were beaten to 711 now. Even if Lothar sent Turalyon veterans who had experienced the bloody battle of Hillbrad, he could not erase the doubts and fatigue.
Why should we fight for the elves? Wasn't the glorious war before enough? Isn't it enough to annihilate three thousand trolls? Are all the people in Quel'Thalas dead?
Under victory, the undercurrent can still be suppressed, but once it encounters difficulties, this seemingly powerful human coalition will be unable to conceal its weakness.
"I really hope that all the soldiers are soldiers with one hundred and thirty gold coins each. If you want them to live, they will live, if you want them to die, they will die, and if you want them to go east, they will not go to the west."
"If you are really a soldier with 130 gold coins, someone will definitely do it! Stop daydreaming. Figure out what to do. Full Moon, Alleria will come back tonight. I can't hold it back any longer. The coalition forces should leave or stay. Yes. Retreat or fight, I’ll just wait for you to make your decision.”
Turalyon ruthlessly burst the soap bubble of Carlos' fantasy and brought him back to reality.
"Where can we retreat, Turalyon?"
Carlos stood up and walked in a small circle, stopping now and then. He said intermittently: "People are forgetful, whether they are humans, elves, trolls, or even orcs. Losers can win sympathy, but sympathy is useless. Victory, only victory, and only the winner can make demands. Qualifications. I really didn't expect that Quel'Thalas would be in such a big mess. So far, Silvermoon City has done nothing. This is something I didn't expect at all. Originally, I was planning to put on a show and help Aureole. Leah was waving the flag. You know the previous Zul'Aman strategy. It looked crazy, but in fact there was no danger. Fighting those three thousand trolls looked dangerous. We had done all the tricks, calculated mentally and unintentionally, and it was a smooth sailing battle. But now, the elves’ attitude makes me less confident.”
"To be honest, if I had 10,000 people, I would help Alleria without hesitation. But I don't. I only have more than 700 people under my command. And you are one of my best friends. I will not persuade you. You stayed. On the contrary, as a general, I will advise you to retreat. In a place like Yongge Forest where there is no danger to defend, the strength of the army in numbers is its combat power, just like three thousand trolls cannot defeat our six thousand coalition army. I also don’t think our current tired army can defeat the superior number of trolls. Carlos, it’s not that you are inferior to that Zujin, but that our entire coalition is inferior to Amani’s trolls.”
Turalyon said this calmly.
"But I'm like a gambler. I've placed too many chips on Alleria, Silvermoon City, and the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas. If I leave now, it's like giving up."
After Carlos stood still, his face was full of confusion.
"Hey, I'm just Marshal Lothar's adjutant, a rookie. I don't understand the world of your king. But no matter what decision you make, I will support you."
"Thank you, sorry."
Carlos summarized the feelings that a thousand words cannot describe into two words.
Later, Carlos led the guards to inspect the barracks and found that the soldiers were in good spirits and cheered for him very enthusiastically. However, the most frequently asked question was when will we go home.
go home.
If you don’t have a country, how can you have a home?
However, in this human world under the rule of royal power, a country is a country and a family is a home.
If Carlos led the soldiers all the way south, this human army would kill dragons and gods as if it were nothing.
If Carlos continues to fight for the elves with this group of homesick people, I am afraid that his prestige will not be able to withstand the wave of deserters.
Military morale is unavailable!
Other people's time-travelers can deceive a group of die-hard loyalists with just a few words, and my own group of soldiers have to use them for profit and induce their affection. Carlos dared to think about how he should live his life. If things are done easily, how can the majesty of a king come about?
Through coaxing and deceiving, Carlos toured the camp, visited the wounded and sick, and made a lot of specious promises, which temporarily boosted morale.
In the evening, while eating porridge made from the seeds of a forest plant unique to the elves of Quel'Thalas, Alleria returned.
In just a few days, the dusty Alleria traveled through almost a quarter of the Eversong Forest.
After patting the dust off her body and gathering away the leaf stems stuck in her long braid, Alleria waved her followers away, sat down next to Carlos, and looked at him blankly.
"Huh? Oh, you all go down."
After dismissing the attendants around him, Carlos continued his dinner and waited for Alleria to speak.
"It's very bad. There are many signs that Zujin is out in force. We can't hold on in this damn place and must retreat."
Alleria said straight to the point.
"..."
"Carlos, I know this is too much to ask, but I hope you can help me."
Alleria looked very helpless at this time.
The elf ranger who originally boasted that he could walk across mountains and ridges as if on flat ground, the assassin looked so miserable, it could be seen that when the human army was resting, it had not stopped at all. But the physical fatigue is far less than the helplessness of the mind.
"I never make promises easily. A promise must be made, so you say it first."
Carlos' heart was far less calm than his tone. Just now he almost started talking about withdrawing troops.
Sure enough, living in your twenties depends entirely on being stable.
"There is no danger to defend here. We have to retreat at least thirty kilometers to Maple Valley to form a defense line. According to calculations, Zujin's forward will arrive within three days, but it will take at least seven days to evacuate the surrounding compatriots. Time. Carlos, help me. I know I owe you a lot, but I can only ask you to help me again."
Alleria hugged her knees with her hands and rested her chin on her knees, feeling indescribably weak.
"You eat something first and I'll give you an answer after eating. I need to think about it."
Carlos heard Alleria's request and found that things were not as bad as imagined. At least Alleria's basic judgment as a commander was still there, and she did not ask humans to fight the trolls.
"I'm not hungry."
"Then I have no reply."
"All right."
She scooped out a few spoonfuls of porridge from the hot pot on the fire, and Alleria ate it in small bites.
It's not a refusal. Under extreme fatigue, the body itself has no appetite.
Such a move gave Carlos more time to think.
After watching Alleria finish eating, she looked at herself with clear eyes, waiting for her final answer, just like waiting for the judge of fate to make her final verdict.
Somehow, Carlos's heart was touched.
At this moment, Alleria Windrunner was not the vengeful spirit bound by the hatred of her younger brother Lilas, but a racial hero who pitied others every day.
It's like he wants to change the tragic fate of his family.
The inexplicable resonance affected Carlos's decision.
Carlos stood up, not caring that there was still sticky porridge at the corner of his mouth, and lightly printed Alleria's forehead.
"Have a good sleep, there is still a fierce battle to be fought." (To be continued.)
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