At this time, Pierre Calder at the southern border was also anxious.
Standing on the city wall, he kept looking at the plain outside, fearing that a cavalry soldier would charge out, especially the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry, because he had received intelligence that Kisia Primus’ target was likely his southern border.
“Don’t worry, General Myers originally only ordered that fifty thousand soldiers be left to garrison the southern border, but in reality, one hundred thousand were left, along with many Iron Eagles responsible for scouting. If it weren’t for our similar ranks, we wouldn’t have known this – ordinary people simply wouldn’t have noticed. What’s more, there are also forty thousand of General Jackie’s soldiers in the outskirts… ”
Ken Tompson said this with some chagrin.
They had also received the news that Jackie’s seventy thousand strong army had lost thirty thousand, and it was to a group of new recruits at that. If not for the critical juncture of the war, Jackie would probably have had to pay with his life.
Even if not with his life, Jackie would have to wear this shameful hat for the rest of his life.
Too disgraceful. Defeated by new recruits.
A group of people who didn’t know how to fight had destroyed them.
It really made his teeth ache.
“The Kisia soldiers are difficult to deal with.”
Pierre Calder sighed. Jackie was like this, and how was he any different? He still wore the hat of shame and was sent here to guard the southern border after being toyed with by Kisia Primus.
The two of them were both disgraces.
Therefore, Pierre Calder did not ridicule Jackie, but felt some kinship instead.
Both had been thoroughly beaten by the Kisia soldiers.
“Also, there are General Ron’s fifty thousand troops. Even if the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry really attacks, their numbers have been reduced by more than half and their combat strength greatly diminished. We still have one hundred thousand soldiers and occupy the advantageous terrain of the border, so we can hold firm. If the other side commits more troops, General Jackie’s soldiers can be called back, so there is absolutely no danger in this – this is General Myers’ strategy, accounting for all possibilities. General Myers, he truly is the only grand general in South Land!”
Ken Tompson exclaimed.
South Land was truly fortunate to have produced an unparalleled emperor and king as well as an unrivaled grand general in Walton Myers, who stabilized South Land and allowed it to expand.
The only misfortune was that Kisia in the north, which obstructed them, had also produced an unrivaled grand general this generation.
Robin. Known as Primus within Kisia, but called “The Butcher” and “God of Death” abroad, striking fear in people’s hearts.
Moreover, Robin was deeply trusted within Kisia.
If not for Robin, they would have already occupied South Province and united the countries of the four directions to attack Kisia. That was the original plan – occupy South Province in fifteen days and destroy Kisia in thirty days.
It was feasible in their plans.
But this freak called Robin appeared, turning the tide against the South Land army in South Province, leaving them stuck and unable to even occupy South Province in fifteen days, not to mention thirty.
“What do you think, is the target of Kisia Primus really us here?” Pierre Calder murmured.
“Don’t know, possibly.”
Ken Tompson also sighed.
He was the original garrison commander here, responsible for defending the border. Later Pierre Calder arrived, and although he was demoted here, his rank was still higher, so he took over as commander of the border.
Still, Ken Tompson’s position was not low either, so most matters were discussed between the two of them.
Of course, Pierre Calder still made most of the decisions.
“Forget it, forget it, don’t think about it anymore.”
Pierre Calder looked up at the sky and said, “There’s half a day left before the main force arrives at Mountland. They’ll rest one day and attack tomorrow morning at five. Mountland will fall within half a day, and after that… maybe the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry will come to attack the city within this half day. Though it’s a bit absurd for cavalry to attack a city, the Ghost Wolf Iron Cavalry is so formidable they just might.”
He didn’t say those last words. He didn’t want to say them.
As a soldier, he actually didn’t want to slaughter ordinary people, especially the old, weak, women and children. But this was war between two countries, and he had no right to speak – saying something wouldn’t change anything anyway.
As for the southern border here, they were prepared and even waiting for the enemy’s arrival.
If the target really was them, then they could breathe a sigh of relief.
Hopefully it was.
The reason it would happen at five in the morning was because at that time, the soldiers would still be half-asleep and their combat power would not be too high. Attacking then would be best.
Time passed second by second, and the morning rays also slowly fell. An army so large it seemed to stretch endlessly like a gigantic beast swallowing clouds and spitting fog appeared before Mountland.
Step step.
The South Land army originally had nine hundred thousand troops, but was whittled down to six hundred thousand after being killed by Robin, and many more were deployed elsewhere, leaving close to five hundred thousand remaining.
Yet even this five hundred thousand was astonishing.
These were all South Land’s elites.
Far beyond what the Red Flames could compare to.
But the South Land army did not attack. They halted before Mountland, with no assault, screaming or flying flesh and blood. Instead it was very quiet, the last wisp of tranquility before the descent into darkness.
Shadows enveloped all the people of Mountland, and all who looked to the sky felt an oppressive mood.
The great battle was imminent.
…
Harding Family Territory
Among them was an ancestral hall, filled with memorial tablets and some ancient texts. Incense sticks burned within, infusing the hall with wisps of smoke. A man knelt inside.
Dylan Harding.
It was Dylan Harding himself, wearing mourning clothes, eyes red, kneeling in the hall. Before him was a memorial tablet with the name James Harding.
James Harding had died – this was what Dylan Harding reported.
So he was now paying respects, having knelt for a full day and night since returning a day ago.
“Oh, Dylan.”
At this time, an elder in a changpao walked in from outside, looking at Dylan Harding with complex emotions in his eyes. He was the patriarch of Dylan Harding’s branch of the family, having watched Dylan Harding’s outstanding talents since he was young and painstakingly nurtured him.
Later, with his talents, he could contend with the main inheritor.
This was the blessing of their branch.
But this time, it cost Dylan Harding the qualification to inherit the position of family head – also an misfortune. But he also knew Dylan Harding had encountered Kisia Primus.
No one could withstand meeting that devil.
“Grandfather.”
Dylan Harding turned around to look at the elder, eyes bloodshot and tears mixed with the red. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, filled with immense grief and indignation.
“Oh, the family wants you to go to Mountland to assist South Land in completing the mission of letting South Land attack the city. This time the family will allocate you many resources. Consider it making up for your mistakes.”
The elder slowly said.
“Go to Mountland! Yes!”
Dylan Harding gritted his teeth and said, the towering hatred within him erupting as he roared: “Robin, this time you dared to kill my father – I will make you wish you were dead!”
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