Chapter nine hundred and thirty seventh night attack
"Very well, Drizzt, you preside over the meeting!"
Seeing the generals obeying their orders, Downton felt great. He finally understood why those men liked power. This feeling of life and death was so wonderful.
Compared to being looked down upon by everyone in the chapel, here everyone bowed their heads and showed the greatest awe to Downton!
"Yes, Drizzt, Bloodmaul, Blackhand, and Barty will stay. The others will return to their respective ministries and prepare for battle!"
Downton looked at the time and approved the battle plan they had formulated.
Snapped!
The generals stood on their heels, all stood at attention, saluted Downton, and then filed out to reorganize their troops.
"How is the battlefield cover done? Can you ensure that when the steam airship takes off, it will not be discovered by enemy scouts?"
Downton looked at the map without raising his head.
"The enemy's scouts have been squeezed thirty miles away by the drow rangers!"
Drizzt is very confident. On this continent, as sentinels, the dark elves consider themselves second, and no one dares to consider themselves first. Especially when fighting at night, it is simply a nightmare for the enemy.
"Bloodmaul, Barty, the battle has begun. I need your ogre troops to attack along these directions to cut off all enemy forces from rescuing the headquarters!"
"no problem!"
Looking at the coordinates drawn by Downton on the map, Bloodmaul quickly wrote them down and patted his chest in assurance.
"Blackhand, you focus on attacking the enemy's headquarters, can you do it?" Downton looked into Blackhand's eyes.
"I am invincible!"
The King of the Hill stood proudly, and heavy cavalry was naturally the best unit to charge into battle. He had no interest in killing those miscellaneous soldiers.
"Very good, I'm arranging an elite force of 5,000 ogres for you to command!"
Downton hesitated for a moment, but decided to put more weight on it. After all, taking down the headquarters would keep the enemy in chaos and maximize the results.
This important task should be given to the Barbarian Corps, but unfortunately they haven't arrived yet, so it can only be given to the ogres.
"Um!"
Black Hand did not refuse. He would not describe the valor of the dwarves in words. He had already decided not to give those ogres any chance to show off. The head of the enemy commander belonged to their dwarves.
"Master, trophies..."
Xue Maul couldn't hold back and asked.
For these hilly natives who have been living on the verge of hunger and death, they are not afraid of war, even if there is no loot. Those corpses can also be stored as food. Of course, if they can be stimulated, their natural fighting power will be stronger.
"Let me know, according to the usual practice, in addition to rewards, soldiers can keep 20% of the spoils privately, and the regiment with the most outstanding combat achievements can get 30%!"
Downton doesn't fight for trophies, let alone some supplies. How much is it worth? If it can win over the hearts of the soldiers and make them feel a sense of belonging and fight to the death, then everything will be worth it.
After becoming the King's Hand, Downton realized that money is for burning, while land and population are the most valuable things, and they can continuously generate value.
"Maybe we can fight Samos and cede territory to pay compensation!"
Downton did not tell his subordinates that he also had greater aspirations. This war was different from the last one. He did not have to leave the air force at the end waiting for a comeback. He could smash it as soon as it came up.
Killing the enemy's vanguard as quickly as possible, showing off one's own strength, coupled with business cooperation with Sissi, will definitely allow Maximilian II to intervene in the war.
Samose is the touchstone of Downton. Whether it can gain a foothold in the north depends on this time. Once it shows signs of decay, those neighboring countries will definitely bite it like a maned dog that smells blood.
The drow rangers were originally on a rotational basis. After Downton issued the order for the night attack, they immediately geared up. Under the command of their respective centenarians, like tuna, they came out in full force under the cover of darkness to cover the battlefield.
If the whole army is mobilized, it will definitely not be able to hide the enemy, but every extra minute gained will increase the chance of winning!
The originally quiet Drankfurt military camp was like a giant beast that suddenly woke up. Groups of fully armed soldiers filed out of the camp gate and marched towards the enemy camp.
The soldiers belonging to the miscellaneous army complained that they only wanted to save their lives. Of course, they could just take the opportunity to pick up some trophies. As for fighting desperately, they didn't even think about it.
In the past, the officers would turn a blind eye and let things go as they pleased, but this time it was different. The centurion leader had eyes like a lone wolf. Anyone who complained that affected morale would be whipped with a whip.
"I'm telling you, if you want to hang around and wait to die, I don't want to. Now the Duke of Downton is campaigning in the north and is in need of manpower. If you perform well, you will definitely be promoted. This is a good opportunity to become a noble. Who can stand in my way?
Lu, don’t blame me for being rude.”
The centurion knew a lot more information than these soldiers. Downton had killed so many nobles, and the remaining gaps naturally needed to be filled by new nobles who were loyal to him. Besides, when the new king ascended the throne, he would be the first to secure the throne.
Definitely military power.
Officers at all levels hold their breath and want to achieve military success and promotion, so they are eager to fight.
"Get out of my way, don't block my way!"
The soldiers curled their lips and cursed in low voices, but soon they lost their focus because other legions rushed up and overtook them forcefully.
"The reward this time is said to be very heavy, and you can keep the loot privately. Hehe, you can make a fortune."
"That's right, even the ogres can get so many rewards and trophies, are we inferior to a group of natives?"
"Speed up the march, we're going to do something big this time!"
These are human soldiers who belong to the elite main force. They have high morale, are well-equipped, and are naturally confident.
"Why are you so anxious? Go to the market to die and be reincarnated!"
The miscellaneous army was already at odds with them, and seeing this scene, they became even more dissatisfied.
"Rubbish!"
The elites were spitting loudly. If the military situation was not too urgent, they would have beaten these guys.
"Pay attention, pay attention, a hundred meters ahead, the Duke is inspecting, cheer me up!"
The herald was riding a war horse, running back and forth, giving loud reminders.
A huge handsome flag fluttered in the night wind. Because it was embroidered with magic rune cloth, it was still bright and eye-catching in the dark night.
"salute!"
Whenever a team of thousands of people passed by, there would be a roar from the commander, followed by a salute.
“Morale is good!”
Downton, who was riding the Fiery Nightmare, stood by the roadside, returning the greeting and nodding with satisfaction. Several of the main troops looked good.
Since taking power, Downton, in addition to training, has also recruited many senior military priests and began to instill honor and discipline into the soldiers, letting them know that they are fighting for their families and their country.
Of course, Downton did not forget about the generous salary. Any officers who dared to deduct money were hanged in public. There was no room for it.
Although the military orders are strict and the training is difficult, the salaries are sufficient and much better than before, so the soldiers are content with the status quo.
For officers, Downton also had many methods. He exchanged military exploits for noble titles, and coupled with the rumors spread by Abagon deliberately, any officer with some ambition was waiting to do something big and become his direct descendant.
"Let me go faster. This time is the battle that determines the number of the ace division. Please show me your courage!"
"Nothing can be done to let those natives grab this number!"
The ten thousand leaders also patrolled their subordinates on war horses, each competing with each other.
What is the Ace Division? It is a corps that can receive preferential treatment in terms of military expenses, equipment, personnel, etc. Being this kind of division is Downton's direct descendant. It has great power, so several tens of thousands of people cannot be allowed to see it.
After the Duke changed his mentality of taking the lead in the battle, he also took the risk.
"Look to the sky!"
There were exclamations one after another, and the soldiers looked up and saw the Ancient Spear as the leader, followed by twenty steam airships, flying through the sky in a goose-wing formation.
A red magic headlight hung on the airship. It flashed and flashed, extremely dazzling.
"If you do this, you will be easily seen by the enemy!"
Drizzt was very worried. He actually planned to let the airship take off directly, use the cover of clouds to sail past, and then descend vertically to carry out bombing.
“But morale is important too!”
Downton believed in the rangers' expulsion ability, and as he expected, the appearance of the battleship caused the soldiers to cheer one after another, and finally joined together.
Battleships are absolute force and the heavy weight that determines the outcome of a war!
Samosa military camp, brightly lit.
"General, the scouts from the sixth, ninth, and seventeenth squads have not returned!"
The thousand-man leader found the general and reported the situation.
"Damn, those drow rangers are really troublesome!"
The general was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood, but he was mentally prepared for the number of casualties. His scouts were all elites selected at different levels, but facing those dark elves, if they encountered them, they would be completely wiped out.
"The other party suddenly stepped up their raids. Will there be any problems?"
The leader of Qianren is very cautious.
"What's the problem? Remove the sentries as much as possible and let us be deaf and blind? Don't worry blindly. A report just came from the rear. Downton offended Prince Gouri this morning."
The general asked his men to calm down.
"What? That Prince of Wigan with the nickname Iron-Blooded General?"
Thousands of people grow up and rejoice.
"Yes, Frankfurt won't be able to bounce around for a few days."
Even if he killed the general, he didn't believe that the other side had the guts to launch a large-scale night attack. Now that their troops were tight, they must have been facing off for a few days. After seeing their own advance, they would immediately shrink their defenses.
"I always feel..."
Chief Qian Ren was still worried.
"It's unfounded to worry. Even if they attack at night, they can kill more than 200,000 of us? Some losses don't matter." The general snorted coldly, "If I were Downton, I would definitely run to Bavaria for help as soon as possible!"
Not only is the general disdainful, the atmosphere in the entire camp is very relaxed. Frankfurt was originally ranked in the middle among the third-rate countries, and now it has experienced a civil war. It is estimated that the national strength has declined long ago. The other side is ranked among the top three.
Samosa, no matter how you think about it, this is a must-win war.
Come to think of it, if victory was not certain, the Samosei king would not risk offending Bavaria and annexing Drankfurt. (To be continued...)
