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Chapter 1032 - 1032 140 Military Soul

1032: Chapter 140: Military Soul 1032: Chapter 140: Military Soul “Marshal, the enemy has just left, shall we pursue them?”

Upon hearing his officer’s query, Duke Daniel hesitated.

After several futile attempts in their recent operations, they had finally caught up with the enemy’s tail, but could this be a trap?

He quickly dismissed the thought.

To carry out deception, there must be an opportunity to do so.

The battlefield was in the Orc Empire; neither the timing, the terrain, nor the human resources favored them as much as the enemy.

Even if they attempted an ambush, the Expedition Army Corps lacked sufficient troop strength.

“Leave five thousand troops to clean up the Undead, and the rest will follow me to chase the enemy!”

Just as the army set out, a signal fire suddenly rose in the sky, following the direction of the smoke, which shockingly was the route they had taken.

“Damn it, the enemy is targeting our Infantry Legion behind us, luring us here on purpose!

Relay the order, the entire army is to immediately turn around and go back to rescue the Infantry Legion!”

A frantic Duke Daniel hastily issued the command.

The rear Infantry Legion, being a hastily assembled ragtag group, was far less combat-ready than the Cavalry Corps.

Should they encounter an enemy attack, the result was predictable.

However, the ragtag group had its own value.

The Hundred Thousand Army thrown into battle, even as cannon fodder, could still play a significant role.

It was already embarrassing enough that they hadn’t captured the infiltrating enemy in their own territory.

If another Hundred Thousand Army were devoured, he, as the Commander, would be placed on the pillar of shame.

Ordinary Orcs were unaware, but Daniel knew all too well.

Similar scenes had occurred before on the Warhammer Great Plains.

The lamentable Ancient Remnant Allied Army had been defeated in previous battles due to a lack of experience in handling such deceptions.

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High above the clouds, Hudson, who was used to riding dragons for travel, had no love left for galloping on horses.

“Hudson, your troops are about to collide with the enemy,”

Maxim said schadenfreudely.

Over time, Hudson had always played the role of the one with cunning plans on the battlefield; this was the first time he had made a misjudgment.

Following the direction pointed out by Maxim, Hudson saw nothing.

Clearly, the line of sight between a man and a dragon was not on the same level.

“Let’s go and see!”

Hudson instructed at once.

The marching route was chosen by him on the spur of the moment to confuse the enemy; he had even changed it halfway through.

The enemy could not have possibly determined their route in advance to set up an ambush.

In the blink of an eye, appearing above the enemy troops, Hudson breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there were not a few Orc Cavalry below, they were obviously insufficient to contend with the Expedition Army Corps.

From the marching route, these fellows seemed to be the enemy troops rushed over in response to the signal fire.

According to previous reconnaissance reports, except for the large army led by Daniel, there were no other Cavalry Troops nearby.

Unable to understand why the enemy had divided their forces, Hudson simply did not bother to waste effort.

With the might of the Expedition Army Corps, crushing the present enemy troops presented no difficulty.

The only issue was, after this battle, there would be no chance to come back and deal with the enemy’s Infantry Legion.

War is about surprise, and if the enemy were prepared, Hudson would not opt for a blitz.

It wasn’t about not being able to win, but exchanging elites for cannon fodder just wasn’t worth it.

Originally, launching this campaign was meant to mobilize the enemy, confuse their line of sight, and lead them to make strategic misjudgments, thus creating an opportunity for the Expedition Army to withdraw from the great plains.

Without Hudson’s command, moments later, the two forces met on the great plains.

Rivals seeing each other, blood was shed as they clashed immediately.

The Expedition Army Corps was fine, but the Orcs suffered.

Initially, they were just there to coast along, deliberately taking a roundabout path to arrive late, not expecting to bump into the Expedition Army accidentally.

In plain view of everyone, leaving was impossible.

A slightly deviated route on the battlefield, arriving a few hours late at the destination, could still be explained as an accident.

Meeting the enemy face to face and not engaging in a battle would be hard to justify to the Commander in Chief.

As soon as they engaged, the Magical Beast Knights charged into their ranks, throwing their formation into chaos.

To be precise, these Orc Cavalry never really had a formation to begin with.

Coordination was limited only to cavalry from the same tribe.

Beyond that boundary, there was no need for consideration.

Everyone was simply not familiar with each other, being gathered only because of the Empire’s decree.

The conflicts between tribes over resources were deeper than any camaraderie.

It was rare for neighboring tribes not to clash.

Elites VS cannon fodder, from the onset of the battle, the Expedition Army Corps had the upper hand.

Countless Orc Cavalry had not adjusted when they were slain.

The horrific scene made a group of Orc chieftains silently lament.

Now they only hoped that reinforcements would arrive soon to show the enemy that Orcs were not to be trifled with.

Dozens of Hawkmen had just taken flight when they fell down.

Sent to meet the Beast God in a confused state.

Seeing this, the remaining Hawkmen were instantly dumbfounded.

As members of the Royal Family, accompanying these vassal races was meant for ease of communication, not to lay down their lives.

Since the Expedition Army entered the great plains, the days of suffering for the Hawkman Clan began.

Whether going out on reconnaissance or delivering intelligence had become perilous tasks.

In less than two months, nearly a thousand Hawkmen had perished while on missions.

To save their lives, Hawkman soldiers had smartened up; unless the tasks were absolutely unrefusable, they would shirk their responsibilities if possible.