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Chapter 1029 - 1029 139 Chase Escape

1029: Chapter 139: Chase, Escape 1029: Chapter 139: Chase, Escape “Marshal, fifty li to the southwest, there is a large Bimon Tribe on the move.”

Upon receiving this message, Hudson was slightly taken aback.

The Bimon Clan’s population was sparse, and large tribes were few and far between.

Encountering them on the vast grasslands was as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack.

During their time on the grasslands, the Expeditionary Army had destroyed triple-digit numbers of Orc tribes but had never encountered a Bimon tribe, let alone a large one.

For a while, Hudson had even thought that the Bimon tribes were still in the Qiu Lin Mountain and had not yet returned to the grasslands.

“Luring the enemy” was definitely out of the question.

Using a tribe of over ten thousand Bimons as bait would only make sense if the Bimon Emperor was out of his mind.

“Send the order down, the army should prepare meals in their pots, and in two hours, we march to devour this Bimon tribe!”

Hudson ordered decisively.

The meat delivered to their doorstep not to be eaten would be a waste.

The Bimon Clan was already weak; losing tens of thousands more would only weaken them further.

In the predator-filled Orc Empire, a long-lasting imbalance in racial strength inevitably led to covetous gazes.

Hudson had studied the structure of the Orc Empire.

The vacuum of power left by a fallen Royal Family could not be filled quickly.

The reason the Five Royal Clans were able to suppress many vassal races was not only their immense strength but also a crucial “psychological advantage.”

Over countless years, the Five Royal Clans had ruled the Orc Empire and usually fought among themselves—the familiarity of this model was ingrained.

Once a Royal Family fell, the common perception changed.

It was logical for the more powerful races below to consider replacing them.

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One hundred and fifty li away, Duke Daniel, who had been continuously tracking the Expedition Army Corps, had a terribly grim expression.

To not be able to pinpoint the location of the Expeditionary Army in his own lair was unimaginable in the past.

Usually, if the Human army dared to enter the grasslands, they would quickly be killed by nearby Orc tribes.

This scene directly reflected the weakened control of the Orc Empire over the grasslands.

As the siege continued, the pressure on Duke Daniel, now commanding an army expanded from fifty thousand to two hundred thousand, grew daily.

More than a month of failing to capture the enemy led to increasing voices of doubt within the army.

Fortunately, the enemy was the renowned Hudson, or everyone would have doubted his capability.

Having a vast number of troops was sometimes a burden.

The Orc Empire was no longer at its peak and simply could not afford two hundred thousand cavalry.

Among the gathered two hundred thousand troops, only one hundred thousand were cavalry, half of which Daniel had brought along, while the rest were infantry.

Using infantry to encircle cavalry on the flat grasslands was impractical.

Nevertheless, this scenario had occurred—not because the Orcs were foolish, but because many tribes had suffered heavy losses and could not meet the recruitment requirements for so many cavalry.

In fact, the fifty thousand cavalry dispatched by the various tribes only served to save face; the only difference between them and infantry was the addition of mounts.

All were consequences of the last war.

The Human army had driven the Orcs into remote areas without lush water and grass, forcing everyone to reduce the number of livestock.

After the Orc Army fought back, there was an expansion in livestock breeding, but this required time to settle.

Various poor quality war beasts, which previously could not serve as mounts, were also pulled out to fill the numbers.

The quality of the cavalry was poor, and the quality of infantry was even worse.

The few elites had been recruited to the frontlines, leaving behind the old and the young in the rear.

At one point, Daniel even considered disbanding the army and pursuing the enemy with the fifty thousand cavalry himself.

However, a voice deep inside told him not to do so.

Fifty thousand Orc cavalry versus thirty-five thousand Human cavalry might seem advantageous, but the enemy comprised super elites who had the capability to cripple the Ancient Heritage Alliance.

If they were to be repulsed by the enemy, it would be embarrassing.

A defeat would render the Orc Empire even more passive strategically.

“Marshal, smoke signals rising from the west!”

The reminder from the Imperial Guard officer pulled Daniel back from his thoughts.

“Send the order down, dispatch ten Hawkman scout teams from different directions to check what happened in the west.

Inform the Cavalry Troops to prepare to move out!”

Daniel ordered decisively.

Since the two armies had closed in, being a Hawkman Scout had become the most dangerous job.

If they failed to locate the enemy, it was better; once found, few lived to return.

A task that once took two or three Hawkmen now required at least several dozen to operate together to have a chance of relaying the message back.

This probability mainly depended on the mood of Maxim and Belsden.

If these two from the Sanctuary took action, a complete wipeout was guaranteed.

However, direct encounters were rare as the Expeditionary Army often moved in dispersed formations, managing to avoid the Gryphon Dragon Cavalry’s pursuit.

Even when located, the information was delayed.

The Expedition Army Corps continually moved across the plains, rarely staying in the same area for more than two days.

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Above the clouds, overseeing the slaughter below, Hudson’s heart was without any ripples.