Chapter 1301 Step 2: Stalemate

Carl, whose dragon's tooth sword was covered in green skinned blood, gasped and withdrew from the front line under the cover of Rick's guards.

He is an excellent warrior. After picking up Gal Maraz, he is confident that he can fight against any opponent, but this prerequisite is to pick up the artifact that symbolizes the empire's orthodoxy.

But Gal Maraz, even the emperor, cannot be used as a personal weapon. Only in the war that determines the future destiny of the empire can it be used with the approval of the high priest and the prayer to Sigmar from the Hammer Hall. Taken by Gail Maraz.

But even without Gal Maraz, Karl is still an excellent warrior, but just being excellent is difficult to match those unreasonable monsters...

Killing a black orc leader cost Karl a lot of time and energy. These greenskins that appeared in the mountains on the edge of the southern world a hundred years ago are far stronger and larger than their kind.

The dwarves' strong control of the badlands has left the empire with little contact with this new breed of greenskin. Now after a battle, Karl believes that it may be a miracle that the battle of Eight Peaks can be won.

Just the battle report disclosed to the empire stated that millions of greenskins were gathered in the battle of Bafeng Mountain, including many warlord monsters more terrifying than ogres...

While he was thinking wildly, the Rick guard who was responsible for communication and command came to the emperor's side with a serious face.

Karl wiped the blood from his face and asked, "Ludwig's situation and the number of troops sent into the canyon."

These two points were the emperor's greatest concern. The empire advanced in two lines, covering the dwarves on the left and right to gradually occupy the canyon. The emperor personally led the army on the left. Although he suffered some casualties during the charge, he was able to accept it.

Guard Rick's face was as serious as ever, and his heavy tone fully demonstrated that the situation was not optimistic: "Ludwig was attacked by the main green-skinned army. Although the pot-belly King Gulu was stopped by the elven war lord and the Butcher King, However, the Zhanzhu troops still broke through the front line.

The troop transportation situation was very bad. The High King requested that the dwarves injured by the shelling be sent out of the battlefield first, but His Excellency Espes sternly refused... The right wing also needed to move the wounded, and there was no position in the canyon that could protect them. "

"Sigma's hammer, damn it." Karl cursed. The inferior quality of the right wing meant that troops needed to be sent to Ludwig first, but the wounded could not be left alone.

The ratio of losses to transportation must be greater than the speed of the greenskin's pushback. If the artillery is delayed in entering the field, and the opponent has realized that it is difficult for the coalition forces to continue advancing, once the infantry approaches, they will be pushed back out of the canyon.

Karl did not want to fight a protracted war in the Gray Mountains. The continuous mobilization of the army had consumed a lot of funds originally used to build the railway. If the stalemate with the greenskins continued, it would become a bottomless cave of financial consumption.

He thought about it for a while, and his current choice was to continue moving forward, or to tighten the battle line backward and advance slowly in line with the pace of the dwarves.

"Tighten the front line and send troops to Ludwig first. Pay attention to the mountains on the flanks to avoid being attacked by the greenskins that suddenly appear!"

Karl made a conservative choice, which, although it seemed right to Imrik, was by no means correct.

The Phoenix King chuckled, looking at Kurt's face like pig liver, feeling a sense of pleasure.

Obviously Gulu has a think tank behind him to make suggestions. Otherwise, with the greenskin's tactical level, they would not have devoted all their early-stage forces to the weakest right wing.

No matter how good Ludwig can fight, he is still just a mortal... Although he may have killed Valkia by luck, how can he resist the greenskin who can crush Acha's third eye.

This weird conversion relationship made Imric laugh to himself: "It seems that Marshal Kurt, you trust your colleague Ludwig too much... Now the most troublesome King of Potbelly has been held back by Elsarion. , but he is still unable to resist the greenskin's charge. Does this mean that military command ability is more important than personal strength? "

"I don't like elves' jokes that are full of metaphors, and I never have." Kurt suppressed his anger. There is nothing more irritating than receiving bad news while listening to the elves' ridicule.

He looked at the sand table that moved with the battle situation, bit his lip hard, and couldn't help comforting himself.

Karl must be able to accurately judge the situation. Now the dwarves must be sent to support Ludwig. The artillery on the center line must immediately enter the field, tightening the position to provide time for the placement of long-range firepower!

Imric's smile never stopped. He didn't like to be a bystander. Although this had nothing to do with him in the first place, the joint exclusion of humans and dwarves still made the elves a little unhappy, thinking that they are more knowledgeable than you.

"Soon, the mixed legions of green-skinned infantry beasts will attack from everywhere. They are far more... weird and powerful than we thought."

The Phoenix King turned his head, looked at North and said: "Order Eltharion to find an opportunity to evacuate the battlefield. The Flameborn Knight cannot easily cross the greenskin encirclement to successfully rescue, and he certainly does not want me to appear personally."

"Yes, but... Lord Creon just reported that Eltharion emphasized that he is Prince Yris, not just a war lord. Is this related to his duel with the Potbelly King?"

Well, the gadget I was given before is now a bad thing.

The Phoenix King sighed. Once Danyris was involved, Eltharion would never appear calm and indifferent on the surface. Deep down, he was still a fanatical guardian of the ancient city. Anyone who threatened his home would be ruthlessly punished. Erase.

"Then let him fight with the Pot-Belly King Gulu."

After a pause, as time went by, the chessboard became more and more chaotic. The chess pieces symbolizing the empire were piled up in a mess on the left side of the sand table, while the other side was orderly green-skinned infantry, cavalry, monsters and artillery.

The Phoenix King's inference was very accurate. The meat-chopping battle officially began after the infantry entered the field. The specific next step could only be waited until one side could not hold on or the sky changed...

The evil moon Mosrib had arrived. After a busy day of fighting, this evil star symbolizing the will of the dark gods seemed to be very interested in the chaos on this side.

The green light seeped into the shoulders of the Phoenix King, making a sizzling sound, as if a basin of cold water was poured on a red-hot steel plate.

This attracted Kurt's attention, but the marshal was still concentrating on looking at the sand table, hoping to find a way to win quickly in the chaos, but after thinking about it, the only possibility was the meat-chopping battle.

Relying on the courage of fearlessness, he consumed the morale of the greenskins, and finally let the most elite soldiers enter the field...

He looked at the large number of artillery pieces placed outside the canyon, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry.

Damn artillery, I should have formed a reinforced artillery regiment that can quickly move and deploy positions, instead of relying on manpower to push and pull! (End of this chapter)