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Chapter 954 - 954 111 The Sudden Arrival of the Rainy Season_3

954: Chapter 111, The Sudden Arrival of the Rainy Season_3 954: Chapter 111, The Sudden Arrival of the Rainy Season_3 Carway yelled.

He didn’t know if there were any enemies coming to launch a sneak attack, but the obvious “joy” of getting drenched in the rain shouldn’t be borne by the Giant Tribe.

He needed someone with bad luck; otherwise, he would feel imbalanced.

“Carway, you’re really a fool, growing such a big head for nothing, can’t even figure out such a simple problem.

We are in the far rear, where would any enemies come from?

The closest enemies are three to four hundred miles away, plus there’s the heavy rain’s blessing; where would a sneak attack come from?

I think you’ve been confused by the rain, and even forgotten the most basic military knowledge.”

Pamela said disdainfully.

Even if planning a raid, you’ve got to consider the actual situation; it’s not as simple as just deciding to do it.

To march for three or four hundred miles in the rain and plan an ambush is purely a pipe dream.

Muddy roads will restrict the mobility of the cavalry.

If a major battle were to happen in such rain, it would actually be more favorable for the infantry, which isn’t highly mobile.

“Hmph!

Who knows about these things?

If the enemy commander has water in his brain and chooses to attack now, and you don’t go patrol, you waste a chance for combat and when you’re asked later, it’ll be enough trouble for you, boy.”

Carway stubbornly argued.

He might lose face but not the argument.

He agreed with Pamela in his heart, but he couldn’t lose face by conceding verbally.

Their arguing had attracted a crowd by this point.

Some strongmen even came out of their tents, erected Magic Shields to ward off the rain, just to enjoy the spectacle.

Realizing that continuing the quarrel would turn him into a joke, Carway turned around and left.

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The rain kept falling persistently, and Hudson cursed from inside his tent.

He had finally found an opportunity to strike, only to have it ruined by a downpour.

Hudson dared to attack after a march of several hundred miles in the night, but to do so during a torrential rain was out of the question!

Before even reaching the destination, the War Horses would have been wrecked by one mud trap after another.

Hudson had no interest in such unreliable battles.

“Marshal, the heavy rain has been falling for two hours, and it doesn’t look like it’s going to stop anytime soon.

According to the guide, the rainy season has arrived.

Based on past patterns, this kind of weather usually lasts a while, sometimes a few days, sometimes over a month.

Our army is being held up by the rain, and I’m afraid our original plans can’t continue,” Jose said with a worried frown.

It was his first time advising the Commander in Chief, and he’s encountered such terrible weather—he was almost convinced that bad luck had taken a liking to him.

The biggest problem during the rainy season isn’t the torrential downpours but the muddy roads.

Even if the weather clears up in the middle, the army would still be hard-pressed to move.

Not considering the weather in the plans was clearly a shortcoming of his as a strategist.

“Don’t worry; you can’t be blamed for this.

We assumed that the Warhammer Great Plains would be dry with little rain this year, avoiding a rainy season.

It’s unfortunate we were caught by it at the last moment.

It’s a pity about the crops in the fields; unharvested, now they can only go to waste.

Let’s just wait for now; the opportunity for battle will eventually present itself.

Right now, the Lord of the Dawn doesn’t bless us, and we can’t force the hand of the divine.”

Hudson spoke with composure.

The rainy season’s arrival had delayed the army’s progress, but it also spared him many troubles.

In the face of nature’s might, human strength was feeble, and the Kingdom could no longer pressure him for a swift and decisive victory.

With the reignition of the wars on the Northern Border, the Kingdom’s strategy to first head north then west had to be put on hold, and now someone else was there to take the blame.

For the subsequent war efforts, it was best to take it one step at a time.

Hudson did not believe he couldn’t find the enemy’s weaknesses.

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The rainy season was extraordinary; the rain fell on and off for seven days before a rainbow finally appeared in the sky.

After the rain comes the clear skies, but it remained to be seen whether the sunny weather would be a permanent guest or merely fleeting.

Patrolling the camp daily, Hudson was thoroughly sick of it.

Fortunately, the rain was widespread, not exclusively plaguing the Expeditionary Army.

Due to the heavy rainfall, many areas experienced flash floods.

The Ancient Remnant Allied Army assembled in the Declaras Province was unlucky enough to be hit by one.

Normally, encountering such heavy rain would frustrate soldiers cooped up in the camp all day.

Coupled with a flash flood, it was no wonder their morale plummeted.

Hudson, upon receiving the news, felt nothing but gratitude.

Lucky for choosing to camp on the higher terrain of a hill, had he sought convenience and settled on flat ground, draining water from the camp would have been a massive issue.

Gazing into the distance, Hudson instructed the Guards, “Send out the order, gather the regimental-level and above officers from the Magical Beast cavalry corps for a meeting!”

While also regimental-level officers, those within the Magical Beast cavalry corps were clearly much higher ranked than those in other corps.

Summoning them specifically was not about rank discrimination.

It was mainly because the muddy roads now limited the performance of ordinary cavalry.

In comparison, the impact on Magical Beasts was much less and almost negligible.

For the foreseeable future, the only troops Hudson could actively deploy were these Five Thousand Monster Cavalry.

He had planned to take this Monster Cavalry out for some action during the rainy period, catching the enemy off guard.

But considering the limited force and the fact that revealing the combat potential of the Monster Cavalry so early wasn’t worth it, he had decided to put the plan on hold.

Now that the weather had cleared up and everyone’s spirits were high, it was also the time when people were most prone to oversight.

Seven days of calm weather, combined with the treacherously muddy roads, had been enough to lower many people’s guard.

Just by looking overhead, one could tell that enemies hadn’t come to scout in the last few days.

It wasn’t due to carelessness but rather because it was unnecessary.

Cavalry’s advantage lay in its mobility; they wouldn’t abandon that to undertake a siege on a camp.

To achieve victory at the least cost, one must attack while the enemy is on the move.

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