After preliminary counting, the Confederate army suffered more than 4,000 casualties in the morning battle, and some battalions and squadrons were even completely annihilated.
The loss of weapons was also very serious. A large number of rifles were damaged, ammunition was severely consumed, and more than 20 artillery pieces were damaged.
The troops sent to fight the first battle with the Senate were all the best troops, and the losses in one morning were already so great that it was breathtaking.
"The 40,000 men sent by Sebasto will arrive tomorrow." Roland loudly encouraged everyone in the headquarters. The Confederacy tried its best to mobilize the army. The longer it relied on the bastion, the more favorable the situation became.
A rebel army from Canaan had just arrived, bringing valuable Beyonder combat power to Roland.
The headquarters transferred reserve troops to replace those units that suffered heavy losses, and distributed high-calorie dry food and water to the soldiers. A new attack by the Senate will come soon, and the afternoon battle is likely to be very fierce and last for a long time.
very long.
Harandil led people to clean the battlefield and brought the trophies handed over by the troops. Some vials were found on many of the legionnaires who were killed and captured.
Roland took it and sniffed it.
"Diazine?"
The terazine mixture can effectively relieve pain and symptoms of various diseases, improve the spirit, and long-term use has a very small chance of becoming an extraordinary person. However, it is seriously addictive, and the user will have hallucinations, gradually damaging the body and will.
Is a controlled narcotic agent.
"This thing is very popular in Canaan," Harandil nodded. "The potions taken by legionnaires are more powerful and can bring a strong sense of mission and concentration. The things for officers are better..."
Harandil took out a small silver box, which contained a slender crystal vial containing a ground and liquefied mixture.
The potion was filled with a strange magical aura, as unfathomable as the endless night. Roland felt a little familiar. He had come into contact with it somewhere... He dipped a little and carefully applied it to his lips. Ah, by the way, in Canaan,
The mist rising from the sewer has a bit of this smell.
"Tsk, the Senate and the Arcane Council are having a lot of fun~" Roland glanced at Harandil and picked up another trophy - a few light blue crystal fragments captured from the battlefield.
A small group of Confederate commandos attacked the retreating Legionnaires and destroyed a large crystal. Although most of the crystal shards were taken away by the Legionnaires who arrived later, the Confederate commandos still got a few pieces.
A strong magical aura remains on the crystal fragments. This is a relay point of energy, which can also be traced back to the Canaanite elves.
It can be speculated that these potions and magic facilities transformed the regular legions into psychic legions, which almost made the new Confederate army unable to defend the bastion.
However, Canaan has been careful not to let the Senate have access to these technologies and equipment. In this critical period, has the cooperation between the two parties become closer?
Roland asked: "Are there any prisoners? I want to see them."
"There are one or two who can still speak," Harandil replied. "If they don't surrender, even if they are injured and unable to move, they will kill themselves with any weapons they can find. It took a lot of effort for the commandos to find some who are still alive and can speak.
.
"You want to interrogate me personally? But be careful, these lunatics can break their necks with their bare hands."
…
Roland came to a captured soldier. The prisoner was locked in a tightly fortified fence and was seriously injured. The doctor said he would not live long. Judging from the clothes and badges, he was a veteran who had served in the Eastern Province and also
Participated in the battle of Verona.
There were wounds all over his body, but he seemed to feel no pain. He curled up with a body that should have lost the ability to move long ago, squatting in the corner like a sculpture, with his head lowered. The army reported that these legionnaires were incredibly brave, but this time
But surprisingly honest.
There was only a slight sound of scraping stones in the prison.
"It's not as crazy as you said." Roland came closer, and a large group of curious officers and staff stood nearby looking at him.
"Soldier," Roland called, "what's your name?"
The legionnaire turned his head and grinned. His facial muscles could no longer be controlled and solidified into a twisted and hair-raising smile.
"Hank, sir, I am Hank," the legionnaire raised his hand and touched his head, wanting to take off his hat and salute the general in front of him, "Excuse me for being rude, sir, I can't find my hat."
Isn't this a very common soldier? Maybe the madness during the battle was exhausted... Roland took two steps forward and got a little closer to the fence:
"How are you feeling?"
"Excellent, my lord, I have never felt better," Legionnaire Hank twitched as he spoke, like a cockroach with its head pulled out. He scratched his head and pulled off a large handful of bloody cockroaches.
Hair and skin.
Roland took out a bottle of terazine solvent and shook it: "Who gave you this thing?"
"Oh, my little beauty, gadget, hey, forgive me for being rude, sir, she is our centurion. We have a dose every day, and there is an extra quota when there is a battle," Hank stared intently.
Holding the small bottle, "Can you give me some? Oh, my old injury is starting to hurt again. The damn orc chopped a knife on my arm. My whole body hurts now. Please, give it to me, give it."
I...some. Please."
The seriously injured legionnaire crawled over nimbly, stretched out his hand through the fence in front of him, and grabbed the medicine bottle in Roland's hand.
Roland nodded and turned to express his views to the members of the headquarters.
The situation is already very clear. The terrazine mixture provided by the Senate to their soldiers is a central stimulating drug. After taking it, the soldiers can get rid of fear and pain, ignore their injuries, and maintain excitement and concentration. Mixed into terrazine
Other components of the weapon modified the soldiers' bodies to a certain extent, allowing them to temporarily receive magical energy.
Orc berserkers also take similar things. Potions made from ground herbs and minerals can madden their will and greatly enhance their strength. But it is still far behind compared to the terazine mixture.
["Give it to me, quickly, I need..." the soldier buzzed from the side. 】
"Crooked approach," Werner, who was watching on the sidelines, criticized. "When the anesthetic is first used, it will make you more energetic. Once it is disconnected, it will become sluggish and extremely harmful. If the army of the Senate can only rely on this thing to maintain the offensive, it means
They have lost the belief in victory and the goal of fighting!
"Victory will not be influenced by mere drugs!"
【"Give it to me, hiss..."】
Everyone in the headquarters nodded and loudly agreed. The soldiers of the Confederate Army came from workers, miners, yeoman farmers and rebels. They were willing to resist the oppression of the Beyeland Senate, nobles and wizards. Political education and faith had taken root in this army.
Rooted.
"This is part of the reason why Xia Long cannot conduct a roundabout campaign," Roland added. "The superhuman fighting power and fighting will possessed by his army are based on the effects of potions and crystals. These facilities reduce the mobility of his army.
"
["Give that thing quickly...! Hiss..."]
Roland clarified his thoughts and had a clearer understanding of the battle situation and the situation of the Senate Legion:
"The Senate's army did not detour around the Confederate flanks. There were several main considerations -
"They need to fight me decisively here. If our army maintains its strength and withdraws from the battlefield, it will not be able to stop the legion's advance. However, the Battle of Verona has proven that even with equipment and training, a weak rebel army can threaten its supply line and look for opportunities to annihilate the isolated army.
The large group even threatens the legion; potions and crystals further increase their logistical pressure and eliminate the independence of the small unit!
"In order to protect the supply lines and ensure that the troops are not weakened due to dispersion, the Senate needs to recruit more new troops. According to reliable information from Confederate intelligence agents, the Senate is discussing a proposal to form a Grand Republican Army with new troops..."
Roland became more and more excited as he talked. He felt that he had found the key to victory. What was a little strange was that there was a commotion among the members of the headquarters in front of him, and several people stared at Roland in disbelief.
["What you said makes sense, Roland."]
There was a strange, familiar aura that seemed to have come into contact a long time ago. Roland was in the mood to speak and did not pay attention: "But... the Grand Republican Army is still a threat to the Senate. In order to form the Grand Republican Army, concessions are needed.
political power, making the war against the Confederacy meaningless. How could the Senate accept this?"
Xia Long, my old friend, you will lose if you don't capture this fortress. If you outflank and scare us away, you will lose. If you form a Grand Republican Army and kill us all, you will still lose... Very good, this way I can target you
Adjusting the strategy... A series of thoughts quickly flashed through Roland's mind. He came up with an excellent conclusion and told everyone:
"Political failure will inevitably lead to military..."
"Commander in Chief!" Harandil, Xia Boyang, Werner, and the guards present all rushed towards this side.
Roland felt himself fly out and hit the opposite wall with a thud.
With a loud noise, the seriously injured legionnaire smashed the fence and rushed out. He turned into a weird monster like a giant peanut. He first hit Roland's shield and flew away, and then twisted off the flint.
The guard who came up to arrest him pounced on Roland's neck again.
Roland felt in a daze that a mountain was coming towards him. Wherever he went, officers of all sizes were flying everywhere like an overturned billiard table. The whole world was turned upside down in the chaotic flashing and buzzing. There was something there.
His neck was suddenly strangled, his bones creaked, and he couldn't breathe. He squinted his eyes and could barely see a huge object strangling him from behind.
"Protect the Commander-in-Chief!"
"Get out of the way, you idiots!"
The well-informed Harandil threw a grenade over. This thing could not kill Roland at once, but it knocked both the strange thing and Roland to the ground. The guards rushed up and strangled him.
The half-dead Roland was dragged out.
…
Roland was unconscious for a short period of time. When he woke up again, he could hear the earth shaking. He was lying on the camp bed in the headquarters, the roof was shaking, and dust and gravel kept falling.
The staff members were running around in a hurry.
"You're awake!" Harandil ran over and helped Roland up. "Hurry, the Legion is coming!"
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"It didn't take long, but we can't hold it anymore!" Harandil shouted at the top of his lungs, "Xia Boyang has gone to the front line, come and see the situation."
A group of people protected the commander-in-chief and came to the observation post near the headquarters.
The strong smell of blood, sweat and gunpowder smoke hung over the battlefield, making it nauseating. Guns fired in unison, gunpowder smoke filled the air, and the dark troops fought in a huddle on the edge of the bastion.
A huge ball lightning broke through the parapet on the barrier, and dazzling arcs of electricity waved among the crowd. The paladin in heavy armor, surrounded by golden light, followed closely behind.
The cavalry artillerymen who came to block the mouth fired dozens of shotgun shells at the Paladin, but it only exploded into a ripple of light and shadow. Seven or eight Beyelan soldiers holding bright double blades shot out from the gap between the Paladin and the ball lightning.
Leap out and rush into the battle line of infantry like a cyclone starburst.
"!"
Roland immediately realized that the situation was critical, and the Senate had already invested high-level extraordinary people. He had just hatched a strategic and tactical plan, and now it was too late to implement it.
This attack must be repelled resolutely before there is a chance to adjust tactics.
Roland gave the order to Harandil and asked him to use the reserve team at the bottom of the box: