The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 615: Campaign Simulation

"Lumir's Ninth Legion cannot hold. Ogiro's Twelfth Legion is attacking, and Lumir has to reinforce the defense of the left wing.""Send the reserve Eleventh Legion up, idiot! What are they still hesitating for? If they wait any longer and the flank gets torn open, the center army will fall into disorder."

"Do you not have a brain? If they use the reserve legion now, what happens when Lumir's flanking legions attack?"

"Those two Lumir legions moving around the rear are not useless either. At this point, it comes down to speed."

"Ah, what is Obilian thinking? Why does his center army have so few roaming cavalry?"

"Two thousand-man cavalry units from Ogiro have already circled around the front and are attacking the left wing."

"How stupid. They are still tangled up with Lumir's center army. Attack in another direction."

"Lumir's left wing is clearly weak. Pull a warband over there. Why keep wasting time at the front?"

Very soon, the people near the sand table split into two camps, one standing with Lumir and the other standing with Ogiro.

The two camps both contain senior generals from various countries, and their choices are not determined by their actual political positions.

In every delegation, generals choose different sides to support. At first, everyone discusses the matter with some decorum.

After more than two hours, it has already turned into this mess.

Both sides argue until spit flies, faces redden, and necks thicken.

While firmly standing by their positions, they also curse the side they support for failing to live up to expectations.

Prince Kullen of Ika and Prince Naiden of Billie stand together, shouting at Prince Anthony of Vorry.

Anthony sticks out his neck and says, "On the current battlefield, our cavalry already has an absolute advantage."

"We are about to start harassing your infantry group. Your left wing will collapse."

"So far, you have already poured three thousand-man units into your left wing, and there is still no improvement."

"Next, our side will gather four thousand-man cavalry units, divide them into eight waves, and continuously harass your left wing."

"It will not take long before your left wing's formation scatters. At that point, our Sharp Spear Legion will split off one warband."

"It will take advantage of the situation and directly tear open your left wing. Once the left wing collapses, victory and defeat will be decided."

Before the other side can refute him, his teammate objects first.

Agnico, commander of Peace Haven's Fourth Legion, says, "Nonsense. The enemy left wing may look disadvantaged right now."

"But the only area showing disorder is the front formation. There is still another warband behind it."

"In addition, we still have no way to deal with the two thousand archers on the opposite side. How are we supposed to break open their formation?"

"Transferring one warband from the Sharp Spear Legion is even more impossible."

"Do you not see that the enemy center's front formation is undamaged? After three hours of assault, the enemy has only just rotated in one warband."

"The enemy center consists of the newly formed Twenty-First through Twenty-Fourth Legions. Those are legions we trained for nearly a year."

"Their weapons, equipment, and tactical quality are not things our standing legions can compare to."

"If the Sharp Spear Legion and Rushing River Legion were not standing at the front and putting enough pressure on them, the enemy would already have begun pushing back."

"If we pull away the Sharp Spear Legion's reserve warband now, the remaining warband has already been locked in bitter fighting for a long time."

"It will likely be pushed back by the enemy's freshly rotated warband."

"Once the enemy succeeds in pushing back, all of Sector Seven will become empty."

"What happens to the Rushing River Legion warband in the middle? It will be surrounded."

Prince Kullen nods. "Exactly. In that case, our side will immediately mobilize the reserves and counter-encircle your Rushing River Legion through that gap."

As soon as these words are spoken, they immediately draw dissatisfaction from his teammates.

Prince Anthony says, "Wrong. How are the reserve legions supposed to move over there? Right now, the enemy cavalry has the advantage on the battlefield."

"How far is it from the rear Sector Thirty-Nine to Sector Seven? Four kilometers. How do they cross that distance? They will be scattered by cavalry along the way."

Gevana, commander of Peace Haven's Second Legion and currently standing on Lumir's side, says, "That is not bad either."

"Right now, the enemy cavalry is the real problem. It has already begun slowing our army's movements."

"In my view, this is the time to pull out one reserve legion."

"It can draw the enemy cavalry's attention and also stabilize the left-wing defensive line."

Simon waves a large hand. "Absurd. How much can it pin down?"

"With cavalry mobility, they can use a small number of troops to tie down a large number of infantry."

"Not many are needed. Three thousand-man cavalry units are enough. They do not need to annihilate anything. They only need to delay the reserve legion heading over in support."

"Before the reserve legion reaches Sector Seven, the battlefield will have changed again."

"At that point, that reserve legion will be trapped alive in Sector Sixteen by the enemy's three thousand cavalry. Then it will be over."

"Whether the enemy attacks our rear or eats this detached reserve legion, both choices are excellent for them."

And so, the area around the sand table turns into complete chaos.

From time to time, someone jumps to the other side. A person who was a teammate a moment ago becomes an opponent again.

The battlefield's variability makes everyone argue until their faces redden and their necks bulge.

Some have even turned into stubborn arguing for its own sake, shouting that their own army could manage it.

Even the two knight order commanders from the Western Regions begin participating in the discussion, and the two of them argue until their faces flush red as well.

Henwell does not join in. He has already foreseen the result of this battle.

From the moment Clifford led two legions around the rear in a huge arc, Henwell knew how this would end.

Those supporting Ogiro say that the arc is too wide and the route too long. They believe Clifford is blindly seeking safety and missing the opportunity.

Lumir's flanking legions only need to take a small arc, covering less than half the distance.

In at most another hour, they will be able to reach the left wing of Lumir's formation.

Clifford's legions will need at least another two hours, and the soldiers' stamina will be heavily consumed. They may even find it difficult to join the battlefield.

If rest time is included, by the time those legions arrive at their designated position, it may already be afternoon.

By then, the center army where Obilian is located may even have been torn open.

But Henwell understands that although those two legions fly the banner of Lumir's standing army, they are in fact Obilian's personal troops.

They are elite forces trained almost entirely by copying Peace Haven's methods.

Their weapons, equipment, soldier stamina, and officer quality are already no worse than ace legions.

Clifford's arc looks wide, but their marching speed is steady. In three hours, they will complete the flanking maneuver.

Moreover, these two legions are not really going around the rear.

Their target is the four elite legions in Ogiro's center army.

If this is the case, then half an hour from now, they will turn at a sharp angle and charge straight into Ogiro's center army.

Ogiro will send one warband from the center army to intercept and delay them first, then have the reserve forces wrap around and directly surround this flanking legion.

Clifford will have one legion block Ogiro's rear army while he personally leads the other into Ogiro's center army.

As for the Ogiro warband responsible for interception, it will not be able to stop Clifford.

At that moment, victory and defeat in this battle will be decided.

When Clifford attacks the center army, Obilian will press forward with all his strength, creating the greatest hammer impact.

This is a matter of one breath.

And after failing to take the enemy down for so long, Ogiro is bound to lose that breath at the decisive moment.