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Chapter 932 - 932 103 Attacking by Stratagem_3

932: Chapter 103, Attacking by Stratagem_3 932: Chapter 103, Attacking by Stratagem_3 The Alien Coalition Army was getting serious, and the defenders at the Augustusburg front were in a dire situation.

Facing the enemy’s massive siege, the demoralized defenders simply could not hold up.

As one fortress after another was lost, Augustusburg once again fell into isolation, and Rakel suddenly found many white hairs sprouting on his head.

The premature collapse of the line defenders disrupted all his military arrangements.

According to the original plan, the Augustusburg Defense Line could have held the enemy off for at least two months.

Unfortunately, there were too many inept allies, and the Supervisory team could only delay the collapse of the army but could not boost its morale.

Once deserters flee once, they would not hesitate to do it again.

They might manage in a fair-weather fight, but once the tide turns, these are the first to collapse.

In a way, placing the deserters from the Eastern War Hammer Kingdom at the front line was the biggest blunder in the military deployment.

But the Moxi Duchy had no choice, and Rakel even less so.

If not using the deserters as cannon fodder on the front lines, should he let them cause chaos in the rear?

The booming of artillery was endless, but a careful listener would realize that the intervals between blasts from the city’s Demon Crystal Cannons were getting longer, while the enemy’s artillery fire outside the city was increasing.

“Governor, the enemy is attacking again.

Our Mage Corps has suffered heavy losses and can’t stop the enemy from casting the forbidden spell, I fear the city walls…”

Before the young officer could finish, Rakel interrupted, “I know.

Follow the established plan, after the outer city is lost, have the troops withdraw to the inner city.

Send the order, let the Supervisory team all move out.

Anyone who flees from battle is to be executed without mercy!”

While speaking, Rakel took out a handkerchief and wiped his Knight Sword.

After gesturing for the officer to leave, he muttered to himself:

“Old friend, it’s time to fight desperately again.

I wonder if this time, we can be lucky enough to escape.

Sigh!

If you had a spirit, you’d definitely be cursing me now for showing off.

Clearly just a spoiled second generation, yet insisting on coming out…

But there’s no choice, the Duchy is at a moment of life or death, someone has to step up.

The last great war almost wiped out all the elites of the Duchy.

Now it’s my turn, a useless waste, for reinforcements…”

…

Above the clouds, Hudson watched the battle for Augustusburg with a cold eye.

‘One man’s success builds on the skeleton of many,’ he had learned to be heartless through countless battles.

The reinforcements were just two hundred miles away, just a command from him and they could reach the front within a day, saving Augustusburg would not be a problem.

However, that would make it impossible to significantly weaken the enemy forces.

To achieve greater military honors, he had to let the defenders continue to deplete the Alien Coalition Army outside the city.

It didn’t matter how many enemy soldiers were killed; the key was to turn the enemy into weary troops.

Watching the elemental forces gathering below, Hudson knew the enemy was preparing a forbidden spell.

If he intervened now, it would surely cause heavy casualties to the enemy’s Mage Corps, buying more time for the defenders.

Unfortunately, Hudson did not have time, the sudden changes in international situations forced him to seek a quick resolution.

The enemy force below was only one of his targets; many more awaited him afterwards.

“The city’s Magic Formation is damaged; it won’t withstand the forbidden spell.

The outer city can’t be held.

In the short term, the enemy shouldn’t have the capability to release another forbidden spell, the inner city could probably hold out for a few more days.

Belsden, you personally make a run for it.

Set the army in motion, and before nightfall, bring our forces within one hundred miles,”

Hudson slowly said.

The Commander in Chief serving as a scout himself was unprecedented.

But there was no alternative; anyone else would have been detected by the enemy.

Including the movement of the army, secrecy was very difficult to maintain.

The enemy also had aerial forces constantly monitoring all directions.

On his way here, Hudson had casually dealt with many of the enemy’s spies, yet it was still a drop in the ocean.

Including his current concealment, it was only relative to the ground forces below.

Should the enemy’s aerial forces come close, he would be exposed instantly.

Concealment Magic wasn’t omnipotent, once at close range, it simply couldn’t hide him.

Only if the army maintained a certain distance, preventing the enemy from sensing the imminent danger, could they fight freely and boldly.

In a sense, Hudson was now gambling.

He bet that the enemy did not know that the Kingdom’s reinforcements were the elite of the elite.

While ordinary troops march dozens of miles a day, Elite Cavalry could easily cover one or two hundred miles.

This distance wasn’t the daily marching capability but was while maintaining combat readiness.

If combat readiness weren’t a concern, they could cover a thousand miles a day.

The only issue was that it was too hard on the horses, only a few high-quality War Horses could achieve this.

With a loud “boom,” a section of Augustusburg’s walls crumbled to the ground.

The collapse stretched for hundreds of meters, creating a gap too big to be easily sealed.

The loud blare of horns resonated, and upon receiving the signal, the great army swarmed towards the breach, launching their fiercest attack on the defenders.

The scene below was too much for Hudson to bear, leading him to stop his observation magic.

In contrast, the carefree Maxim watched with great interest.

“Maxim, find a place to rest for now.

Tonight, we’ll enter the inner city and bolster the defenders’ resolve to resist!”

Hudson said indifferently.

The enemy’s confidence in taking Augustusburg was hovering at an all-time high, but he was genuinely concerned about the morale of the defenders.

If the defenders collapsed prematurely, it would be a case of ‘stealing a chicken only to lose the rice used to lure it.’

Compared to the Moxi Army’s performance during the last Orc invasion, the quality of the current defenders had dropped more than just a notch.

The number of heads hanging from the city tower indicated the high number of deserters.

If not for the decisive nature of the city commander, who swiftly suppressed them, who knows what else could have happened.

His instincts told him that the moment of opportunity was about to arrive.

If the defenders held steady, the next move would be up to the enemy.