Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 238 - 238 124 Attack of the Wolf Territory

238: Chapter 124: Attack of the Wolf Territory 238: Chapter 124: Attack of the Wolf Territory The black and silver Netti Card flickered between the fingers of his left hand, spinning back and forth like a magician’s deft sleight of hand.

Leon unconsciously toyed with the Magic Card in his hand, his gaze intently fixed on the topographic and fortification blueprint he had drawn up on the table in front of him.

In his mind, he repetitively played out different tactics, contemplating how to mobilize the forces at his disposal.

He persistently shifted the crude wooden blocks that symbolized the battalions of soldiers under his command.

Four squares represented three local Conscripted Soldiers battalions and that elite unit of “Duwana Long Spear Soldiers.”

The wooden sticks placed at the locations of the towers on the map represented his only archer battalion.

The triangles stood for a Heavy Cavalry Squad consisting of eleven individuals in total: “Sir Redo” leading three Knight Attendants including Olivia, Lokhak, and Azeryan, along with four Platon Cavalrymen and Filipo.

Although Uncle Bryan was still vigorous in his old age and possessed competent swordsmanship and combat skills on horseback, as the true tactical commander for coordinating the four infantry battalions, Leon could not assign him to the cavalry ranks.

He was in the same position; he and Kovis would decide whether to join the cavalry ranks depending on the situation of the battle.

It was not merely considering the flag that symbolized his presence; if he were to move freely with the cavalry units, disappearing from the view of the infantry line, it would severely affect the morale of the Conscripted Soldiers.

More importantly…

…Leon stopped the trick with his left hand and grasped the two cards, which were literally his “trump cards.”

If used correctly, his and Kovis’s Netti Card combo could enable his Guards to exert considerable power, acting as a reserve force to deal with emergencies on the battlefield.

Thinking about emergencies, Leon pinched the bridge of his nose in regret.

He had already asked the local farmers about the climate; at this time of year, this place was far from the rainy season.

If there had been a few more heavy rains this month, soaking Longka’s wooden walls and turning the terrain outside the stronghold into impassable mud, nothing could be more advantageous for the defense of Longka.

Of course, even if they couldn’t hope for rain, the direction of the current wind was appropriate.

As long as the enemy did not take a long detour to attack from the east, the spring wind that blew in this region actually served as one of Longka’s defensive measures, facing eastward.

Leaning back in his chair, Leon pondered again.

If the enemy truly took the risk and chose the inferior strategy to bypass the pass and attack Longka from the eastern side, how should he respond…

How long would it take to inform the allied forces in the north and east to encircle the enemy…

Ever since appointing the old knight as Centurion, he and his friends had learned a lot from this old knight who had lived in solitude in Selva for many years.

The assurances of food and water supply…

Various soldiers’ marching methods…

The selection of the battlefield and campsite…

The pros and cons of terrain…

How to construct fortifications…

How to set up sentry points…

How to transmit military orders…

Weather and wind patterns…

Among what he learned and knew, it was those preparations and construction tasks outside of actual combat which far outweighed the content of combat itself.

Unlike the intensely satisfying battles of thousands of troops in games, the outcome of a real battle, lasting a few hours or a day, was often determined in the days or even months leading up to the fight.

Leon did not consider himself a military genius, nor was he a master strategist like Zhuge Liang, and he certainly wasn’t a soldier in his previous life.

His most relevant experience with warfare was his hobby of archery and horseback riding with cold weapons and commanding digital soldiers on a computer screen with a mouse, engaging in tactical warfare, which was clearly insufficient for directing an actual battle.

This was also the reason he delegated command to a professional officer like Mr.

Brian Sr.

However, that didn’t mean he would do nothing as the main general.

How to maximize the use of available resources, constantly adding favorable conditions and elements to his side on the battlefield, considering all possible contingencies, and preparing for various emergencies were the basic means for him, a common man, to seek victory.

Even though the battle might not take place at Longka, the weakest point in the west of the Baron Domain, Leon dared not count on the enemy making foolish mistakes.

Instead, he could only rack his brains hoping to make as few mistakes as possible in battle preparations…

Hearing the familiar footsteps descending the stairs behind him, Leon’s eyebrows relaxed and spread.

A sense of pleasure and wonderful memories instantly dissipated his mental pressures.

He turned his head from the high-backed chair.

Olivia coming down the stairs had slightly damp hair tips, apparently just having finished washing.

Her cheeks, with moistness not yet dried, appeared rosy and captivating.

Only, the girl’s lips were pursed, her cheeks adorably puffed up a little, as if still quietly angry about being caught off guard and choked the previous night.

“You got up quite late today, didn’t get up early for sword practice, to suddenly neglect ‘swordsmanship’ is not like a proper habit,” Leon said with a serious concern, but his lips curved revealing his true teasing intention towards his lover.

Olivia, upon hearing his words, gave Leon, who was still up to mischief, a rare stern look with her beautiful green eyes.

What sword practice?

This guy!

…And “swordsmanship”?

It was all his fault…

Now, as soon as she grabbed her Sword at her side…

she would…

she couldn’t help but let her mind wander at the suddenly foreign shape of the sword’s hilt.

Olivia unconsciously touched the Sword hanging at her side, finding the hilt suddenly scaldingly hot.

Its ordinary shape brought waves of unspoken shame in the heart of the girl who had tasted its essence “practicing the sword” just last night.

“My Lord, lunch has been brought,” Kovis knocked on the door from outside.