I looked at the red fireworks in the distance. I didn't feel the ecstasy of a great victory, only sadness.
Of course, I knew that with this sudden attack that changed the situation of the war and even directly determined the victory or defeat of the war,
My path in the future will be very smooth. Perhaps after this war ends, I might be promoted to an official major general or even higher.
I felt so uncomfortable in my heart. Although we had the advantage of surprise in this surprise attack,
Although they didn't have a direct confrontation with the powerful Orc army, the 1,003 human warriors were forced to stay in the sunrise City and lose their lives forever.
Perhaps, any veteran general who had been on the battlefield for a long time would not be too moved by so many casualties, because they were already used to life and death on the battlefield.
I, a newbie who had only joined the army for a few months, felt deeply guilty when faced with the death of my comrades. It was my decision that caused them to leave forever. What meaning does victory have to those soldiers who lost their lives?
Why can't I be stronger? Why can't I win the war on my own? After the victory, I fell into deep distress.
It could be said that in the long river of history, there were many accidental factors in the formation of any victory or defeat. When we attacked the sunrise City, the demon army was also searching for our troops everywhere.
This team led by the most talented Demon God General of the Demon Race is definitely not something that I can contend with right now.
Fortunately, due to our habit of coming and going like the wind, it is difficult for them to estimate our exact location due to the lack of information.
This was the habit of the human race. It would be strange if they would give them accurate information when facing the great enemy, the fiend race!
There was no early encounter that gave me the chance to complete this battle that would be called a classic by future generations.
Even though I was very distressed, victory was still a victory. Our bold and successful attack this time had caused irreparable damage to the orcs. Without the food support of the sunrise City, nearly a million orcs were completely in trouble.
Now, King of Orcs Ryan only had two choices.
One was to give up the Ao Long Castle that they had paid a huge price to capture and retreat to the sunrise City that was close to the Orc territory, relying on the support of the Orc Land to hold on.
One was to risk everything and defeat the defenders of the largest city of the eastern humans, Meliya, at all costs. They would obtain a large amount of food there and achieve their goal of nurturing the war with war.
Weakness and retreat was not a choice for Clayon, who had always advocated martial strength. In his opinion, the orc army was unstoppable. As long as they advanced, the cowardly humans would be frightened.
Therefore, he decided to fight with the humans under the city of Melia and try to take down this strong city within ten days. Their food could only last for ten days at most.
After losing the intelligence of the demons, the Orc troops had returned to their braveness and lack of strategy, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
War could not be won by courage and strength alone. The orcs who did not know how to improve began another battle that was destined to be lost.
Two days after the sunrise City was destroyed by the fire, Ryan led almost all of his 800,000 soldiers and appeared on the horizon in front of Melia.
Ryan didn't see the human troops that he had expected at the city of Melia. The humans didn't care about the Orc King's decisive battle.
How many years ago had it been since a battle of cavalry against cavalry and infantry against infantry had been fought at a designated location? That wasn't a war, but a meaningless consumption of energy.
What was important now was to make use of all the conditions and think of ways to attack the enemy. No matter how despicable or shameless they were, as long as they could win, it would be fine.
This was the art of war! Of course, the orcs could not understand such a profound principle. In their eyes, there was only anger and contempt for humans.
With Clayon's order, the Orc army charged towards Melia, the strongest city in the east, with their anger.
What they did not expect was that in order to deal with them, the Tyrone Empire had mobilized nearly half of the mages, including the Royal Mage Corps, which was more than 50,000 regular mages. The nightmare of the Beastmen was about to begin.
When the orcs approached the city wall, they suddenly found that their footsteps had slowed down, and their movements seemed to be a little stiff. Having fought with humans many times, they naturally knew that this was the effect of human mages.
In their impression, magic could not affect all the troops. Moreover, if they used these auxiliary spells, they should not have the spare energy to use the offensive spells that they were most afraid of.
Thus, although the speed of the charge had slowed down, it did not stop. They did not expect that they were charging towards death, because the victory and defeat of the war had been decided from the beginning.
Countless fireballs, lightning bolts, ice bombs, rock spikes, and wind blades appeared in the sky and underground at almost the same time. A disaster had appeared among the orcs.
That was an attack launched by 50,000 Magicians, and the Beastmen's vanguard was completely submerged in the sea of magic. However, the Beastmen did not retreat and continued to advance despite the injuries on their bodies.
At this moment, they were greeted by a rain of arrows. The arrows were shot out from the archers 'hands, and they were mixed with powerful magic arrows. Most of the Orc vanguard troops fell here, but a small number of troops relied on their extremely strong bodies to rush to the bottom of the city wall, build siege ladders, and climb up the city tower.
However, compared to the infantrymen who were ready to attack, their numbers were so small that when they sent their weapons into the human's body, dozens of weapons of all kinds cut into his body and took his life.
The bloodshed did not stop. For the entire day, the orcs continued to organize such a charge. Indeed, as the magic power of the mages was depleted, the power of the magic became smaller and smaller, and the impact on the orcs became smaller and smaller. More and more orc soldiers rushed to the top of the city wall, but the human soldiers, who were far more numerous than them, easily pushed them back again and again.
When night fell, the Beastman King Leon finally realized that apart from the Berserker Legion, he no longer had a complete army. 500,000 elite Beastmen had turned into cold corpses in just a day, and the number of casualties of those despicable people on the city wall was only half of theirs.
This was a meaningless battle. Clayon looked at the wounds on his body. They were caused by the human mages when he led the charge. Tomorrow, when those mages recovered their mana, it would be their complete defeat.
Clayon finally made a painful decision." Retreat ", an order that he had never wanted to mention, was finally given.
After experiencing the final madness, the orcs left helplessly, leaving the path to the Moonlight Plains. Fortunately, in the Battle of Ao Long Castle, they had wiped out most of the cavalry.
This meant that the humans did not have the strength to chase after them. After all, they were almost invincible on the plains.
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