Chapter 1062 Surrounding (seeking a monthly ticket)
Chapter 1062: Surrounded (please vote for me)
After listening to Edwood's passionate speech, all the lichs were immediately shocked. They raised their heads and looked at each other, and they could see each other's heartbeats.
They were like students who had just been deceived by an MLM lecturer and found that what Edwood said made sense.
At this time, Edwood saw their intentions, and immediately added fire with his eloquent words.
He said in his hoarse voice, but to the ears of the undead, it was full of temptation: "Brothers, brothers and sisters, think about it.
If we follow the original plan, our purpose is only to retaliate against Lorraine's actions, attack the enemy's important facilities, and delay the enemy's war preparations.
Although all the members are elite members of our clan, don’t forget that we are too few in number. How useful can we be with just a dozen of us?
The human continent is three times as big as ours, and its population is five to six times ours. The combined effect of all of us is not as great as a division.
Not to mention, they also have powerful paladins, and numerous priests and pastors. Once our whereabouts are exposed, they will swoop in from all directions like mad dogs..."
Someone next to me couldn't help but snorted lowly.
Edwood couldn't help but feel frightened.
He suddenly realized that although what he said was not wrong, such remarks were inappropriate and were "over-exaggerating and spreading rumors that the enemy is powerful, with the intention of shaking the firm belief of our undead people." Even malicious rumors, once reported in the Dark Council,
In the previous situation, even if you don't die, you still have to shed a layer of skin.
Thinking of this, he hurriedly changed his words and said: "Although the light will be extinguished and the darkness will forever cover the earth, the situation at this stage is that the enemy is strong and we are weak. We must not be cautious and take a long-term plan. Only in this way can we give full play to our potential.
role.”
The lichs next to them looked at each other and said nothing.
Edwood saw that the light in the eyes of several lichs was still flickering, and he was quite hesitant, and immediately added: "The extremely despicable, shameless, and nasty Lorraine did not directly draw his sword to kill the Semites.
, choose to confront us head-on, instead of lurking down and wreaking havoc, right?"
The lichs couldn't help but nodded secretly after hearing this.
Even Herod, who disliked each other with Edwood, had to admit that what Edwood said made sense.
Although the official propaganda portrays Lord Luo as extremely despicable and shameless, they have to admit that the troubles Lord Luo made with the Semitic people were indeed very beautiful, and the chaos that caused the Semitic people to suffer was a huge,
An immeasurable loss.
Edwood said: "Are you just willing to deal with some small fish and shrimps?"
The lichs shook their heads at the same time.
"Yes, if we want to do it, let's do it big." Edwood said impassionedly: "At least it can't be worse than that bastard Lorraine~!
If we don’t make as much trouble in the human continent as Lorraine, what will the world think of us?”
Herod and the lichs all nodded grimly.
They came this time not just to cause destruction. In a sense, they also came to retaliate against Lorraine for causing havoc on the Semitic people.
You know, Lorraine has made a huge mess on their territory.
Under the same conditions, if they end up just having a small fight, not only will they not be able to achieve the effect of revenge, they will even be laughed at by the other party. After returning, they will also be laughed at by their colleagues.
Even being laughed at by everyone~!
"But just a few of us can't block Lorraine's supply line." A lich looked around and said.
The lichs were shocked after hearing his words, and then they woke up from their sweet dream: That's right, the supply line of the 500,000-strong army will definitely be protected by heavy troops, but they will not destroy it just because they say it will.
The lichs shook their heads again, too happy too early.
Edwood looked at his colleagues with disdain and said: "Before this happened, could you imagine that a mere human being could destroy more than a dozen of our war fortresses and force the high priest who had not done anything for hundreds of years to use a series of unique tricks?
"
The lichs froze at the same time.
If someone had said this to them in the past, they would have scoffed and slapped the guy with a big mouth to let him sober up.
He robbed more than a dozen war fortresses, escaped the pursuit and interception of countless lichs, and finally even the dignified high priest returned home. This guy is no longer a human being, but a legend among the bards. And he is still a legend among the bards.
It's a pity that it has an egg to hold it, otherwise it would have flown away without a trace.
but……
But these things, those things that all of them thought were impossible, Lorraine did them all~!
Thinking of this, they all fell silent.
Afterwards, they conducted analysis and research, and concluded that Lorraine was not very strong, and that he was able to do this ultimately because of his cleverness and proper strategies.
Among those things, and outside of those things. He teased everyone like walking a dog, playing with them in the palm of his hand.
At this time, Edwood waved his hand heavily and said decisively: "Gentlemen, the more impossible the thing, the more we have to do it. Even we ourselves think it is impossible, what will the enemy think?"
"Unexpected~!" someone followed.
"Yes~!" Edwood smiled leisurely, crossed his arms, and said proudly: "Under my planning, it is difficult to realize this plan, but it is not impossible. You see..."
Edwood leaned over, pointed at the map with his hand, and said: "There are several key nodes on the enemy's supply route.
For example, Edin Island is an intermediate station on the enemy's ocean transportation line and a safe haven. If the enemy loses Edin Island, the efficiency of maritime transportation will decrease.
There are also several coastal ports, distributed in the Ruman Empire and other countries, which are the departure ports for the enemy to store grain and grass. There are a large amount of grain supplies waiting to be shipped to Almohad in the ports.
We don't even need to destroy them, as long as they disrupt the normal order in these places, we can achieve the purpose of cutting off the enemy's supplies."
Edwood bent down, took out a thick pile of documents from the box, slapped it on the table, and said: "I have completely convinced General Hardou. He will cooperate with our actions. If it is
We ourselves may not be able to move forward in human society. After all, there are temples of the Holy See of Light everywhere, and their eyes are everywhere.
But it's different if you have the cooperation of local people. There are fake identities here, which can help you travel smoothly on this continent. Of course, the premise is that you don't take the initiative to expose your identity.
At the destination, there are hidden personnel arranged by Hadou to pick us up and provide help for our actions. In this way, it can be said to be foolproof."
After finishing speaking, Edwood looked at them with an incomprehensible expression on his hands, admiring the expressions of surprise and joy on their faces.
Of course, it was impossible for the lichs to imagine that Edwood had already arranged the entire plan, and it sounded like it had a high probability of success.
The lichs had to look at Edwood with new eyes. Edwood was known for his arrogance and arrogance in the past. He had a very questionable personality and was very unpopular among the lichs.
What the lichs didn't expect was that Edwood had some real information in his mind, not just carrion.
Of course Edwood would not tell them that this plan was actually formulated by Hardou.
From formulating plans, to arranging targets, to lurking personnel, everything was handled by Hadou - he had already started making arrangements as soon as he received the news that Laohe's troops were established and that they were going to go on a cross-sea expedition.
And Edwood is just sitting back and enjoying the results.
However, in front of the lichs, Edwood took all the credit on himself.
Edwood knew that as long as he showed his strengths in strategy, he would definitely be appreciated by the High Priest of the Undead.
For a long time, there has been no shortage of extremely intelligent people among lichs. It can be said that the IQ of the lich group is one of the highest in the world.
However, the lichs are all research talents who are not familiar with worldly affairs, and they lack people who are proficient in politics and military affairs.
Just like Einstein or Stephen Hawking, they can be said to be outstanding and gorgeous people, but you let them try to fight in a group?
Especially classmate Hawking, you can kill a three-year-old kid just by dragging him along.
This situation gives the High Priest of the Undead a headache.
The High Priest of the Undead himself is not very proficient in politics. He is even less proficient in economics and military affairs.
The backbone of the Undead High Priest's rule over the Semitic people is the powerful dark mages and lichs in his hands.
The shortcomings of the lichs in worldly affairs forced the High Priest of the Undead to rely on the Semitic royal nobles, but the High Priest of the Undead did not believe them.
Of course he knows that the Semitic nobles spend their days drinking wine and hanging out with girls, and their lives are higher than those of gods. They will not willingly sacrifice their lives for him.
Although he behaved respectfully towards him on the surface, he made many small moves in private. Some people even secretly conspired against him.
But no matter how powerful the high priest of the undead is, he can only turn a blind eye to this.
Kalimdor, the High Priest of the Undead, Beutelis did not trust the Semites, but had to rely on them. If all these people were killed, who would work for him?
None of his lichs know how to collect taxes, how to manage a city, how to form an army, or how to lead an army in war.
Liches naturally know that the High Priest of the Undead is very interested in lichs with management and military talents. However, there are really no such talents among lichs.
And because of the low magic power of their bodies, those talents have a very high failure rate when transforming into lichs or undead knights. Even if they succeed, they basically become idiots.
The reason why Edwood is favored is not only because of his doctorate title of Maple Leaf Danlin, but also because his brain is more flexible than other lichs. He often moves around among humans and knows more about ordinary people's things.
No matter how powerful they are, the High Priest of the Undead doesn't care about those who study magic behind closed doors. He catches a lot of such people.
It is conceivable that as long as this mission is completed well, Edwood will naturally be reused by the High Priest of the Undead after he returns.
For Ed Wood, this small trick is nothing compared to his status as one person below and above ten thousand people.
His ultimate goal is to be the first aide next to the High Priest of the Undead. Although this goal seems quite far away, the Lich's lifespan is infinite anyway. To achieve this goal, he can take his time.
Of course, Edwood did not think that he would not be able to conceive of this simple strategy thought up by Hardou, but his energy was not in this area.
He is confident and learns by doing. He, Edwood, can also become a master strategist and the right-hand man of the High Priest of the Undead.
Seeing that Edwood was so well prepared and even prepared false identities for them, the lichs discussed briefly, quickly decided to pay attention, and nodded: "Okay, I will do as you say."
Liches are too lazy to use their brains on this kind of thing.
Edwood smiled triumphantly.
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Almohad South, Nadous Province.
Archbishop of Delphi and Kalambaka, commander of the 25th Holy See Legion, held his telescope and silently looked at the city ahead.
The roar of artillery was drowned out by the roar of artillery, and the dull sound of explosions echoed across the earth.
The fire and smoke caused by the explosion connected together, covering the entire city. Countless strands of black smoke rose into the sky and went straight into the sky.
A knight rode up to the high ground where the Archbishop of Kalambaka was, saluted the commander of the theater, Richmond Palmer, and said loudly: "Report to the commander, preparations are complete."
General Palmer nodded and looked back at the army commanders behind him.
Everyone's eyes were on him at the moment.
Palmer waved his hand decisively and said: "Attack~!"
The exciting military bugle sounded.
The phalanx composed of peacekeeping force soldiers advanced steadily, took great strides, and rushed towards the city's already tattered walls.
A trench was actually dug outside that small town, but it was more like several large pits than trenches.
The Southern Army general who presides over this place obviously does not have the skills of Desai City's defender Ilerda. Although the city is larger than Desai City, its defense system is much weaker than Desai City.
The soldiers of the peacekeeping force quickly approached the pit, then jumped in without hesitation and continued to move forward.
The Confederate soldiers who were originally deployed here turned around and ran away when they saw the situation was not going well.
Seeing the soldiers crossing the pit without any resistance, Archbishop Kalambaka couldn't help but say "ok".
Lorraine has informed all officers and soldiers about the situation in Desai City. The generals of the peacekeeping force are a little worried about the trench defense system.
The expected resistance did not appear, and the officers and soldiers of the peacekeeping force breathed a sigh of relief.
The morale of the soldiers at the front was shaken. They quickly approached the city wall, stepped through the gap opened by the artillery, and rushed in. In an instant, the shouts of killing were heard.
The officers who were watching the battle behind put away their telescopes with some disappointment. Since they had already entered the city, with the powerful force of Lao He's troops, it was only a matter of seconds to capture the small city.
Sure enough, soon a flag of the peacekeeping force appeared in the city, followed by a wave of cheers.
That means the peacekeepers have captured the entire city.
When Palmer and others entered the city, the soldiers had already begun to clean the battlefield.
The area near the city wall has been reduced to ruins by artillery fire, but the city is still relatively well preserved.
The prisoners of the Confederate Army were escorted by peacekeeping troops and passed by Palmer and others. They would be taken to a prisoner-of-war camp outside the city, where they would wait to be processed.
Looking at these ragged Confederate soldiers, Palmer frowned. These soldiers really didn't look like regular Confederate soldiers.
The clothes on his body were in tatters. Although they were dirty and tattered, it could still be seen that they were the summer clothes of the Confederate Army. It was already autumn.
At the street intersection were weapons dropped by the Confederate Army, piled as high as a hill. They were all rough and cheap spears, and most of the hairy spear points had been rusted.
These captured Confederate soldiers had no military spirit at all and looked more like farmers digging the ground.
They looked at the peacekeeping force soldiers with timid eyes, obviously very frightened.
Palmer pointed his riding whip at a passing Confederate officer and ordered: "Let him come over."
The soldiers from the peacekeeping force nearby agreed, then rushed over fiercely, dragged him like a chicken and pushed him in front of Palmer's horse.
This guy was so frightened that his face turned pale, cold sweat instantly ran down his face, and he stood tremblingly in front of Palmer.
Palmer looked him up and down. This young officer was more like a craftsman than a soldier, and then asked: "Which part are you from?"
The officer of the Southern Army said nervously: "Go back, sir, we are from the city's garrison."
"Garrison Corps?" Palmer was stunned for a moment. The Confederate Army did not have such an organization: "Militia?"
The officer nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, yes, sir."
Then he said with a mournful face: "We are all residents of this city, and we don't want to fight. It was Hadou's men who forced us with swords and guns. I am just a cloth vendor, not a soldier."
"Where are the regular troops stationed here?" Palmer asked immediately.
"They all left before you came, my lord," the officer replied immediately.
"Where are you going?"
The young officer shook his head and said, "I don't know, they didn't tell me, and we didn't dare to ask."
Palmer pondered for a moment, waved his hand to let the young officer leave, turned to the generals behind him and said: "Immediately send a report to the commander-in-chief. Our army has successfully captured the city of Lysis at four o'clock in the afternoon. At this point, I
The army has captured the entire province of Nadous...well, recovered it all.
But I would like to draw the attention of the General Staff to the resistance our department has encountered..."
When he said this, he pondered for a moment, and then continued: "The resistance encountered by our unit is slightly weaker. Based on this judgment, the enemy is likely to shrink its troops and prepare to defend to the death."
The generals behind Palmer looked at each other and saw the smile on each other's faces.
The word 'weaker' is an excellent use of the word.
If the enemy's resistance force is too weak and vulnerable, it also shows that these people are too lazy, they only eat hard work and do not work. Moreover, they falsely report their military exploits, and they are too embarrassed to report too much.
And if we are slightly weaker, it will appear that the enemy is slightly stronger, but we are stronger than the enemy. In this way, it can not only explain the enemy's situation, but also make everyone's faces look brighter.
Archbishop Kalambaka put his hands on his eyes, looked at the plains in the distance, and said calmly: "Further ahead, we will reach the province of Halua."
Palmer sighed and said, "We are already the slowest."
Archbishop Kalambaka nodded silently.
Counting their last leg, at this point, the peacekeeping forces have encircled the province in three ways, surrounding Hadu's last base, Halua Province.
All Hadou's plans and struggles have failed, and the war has inevitably reached its final stage.