356: Chapter 27, The Pinnacle Duel_2 356: Chapter 27, The Pinnacle Duel_2 No matter how poor the combat strength of the allies, there are still ten thousand of them.
If they really can’t win and must flee, they would serve as excellent meat shields.
Acts of calmness fail to soothe the morale, especially after hearing about the five thousand wolf cavalry, it only creates an uproar.
The nobles of Layton County were fine, having been accustomed to orc slaves, they did not feel much fear.
Some nobles from the Northland began using their extensive combat experience to contemplate countermeasures.
The second generation of Moxi Duchy became helpless.
They were not very capable to begin with, and upon hearing the news of the orc army, fear began rising within them.
On seeing this, Hudson’s anger surged, and he abruptly reprimanded:
“Everyone, calm down!
This is a military camp, not a vegetable market.
If anyone continues to make a noise, get out!
If you don’t have any strategies in your mind, just obey the command quietly.
In this battle, the Layton County Legion will be responsible for fighting the enemy.
You should ambush a mile away and attack the enemy upon receiving the signal.
Dispatch the orders, let each division find favorable terrain to arrange in formation, waiting for the orc army to come!
All cavalry, assemble and follow my lead.”
Hudson said indifferently.
It is exceptionally difficult to employ tactics on a flat terrain.
In order not to let the defeated soldiers disrupt the military array, Hudson could only place the Moxi Duchy’s army outside the battlefield.
The so-called ambush was purely psychological comfort.
Without geographical cover, ten thousand men and horses, no matter how well hidden, could not avoid being discovered.
The infantry could only withstand the enemy’s attack, if they want to solve the problem of the wolf cavalry, they still have to rely on the cavalry.
Gathering all the cavalry from the two troops, it amounted to over a thousand people.
Facing the five thousand wolf cavalry up front, there was hardly any chance of victory, Hudson’s brain began to work rapidly.
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“Clan Leader, a large number of human troops have blocked our path ahead.
Their number is easily over ten thousand.
The enemy is extremely alert, and we lost more than a dozen scouts as soon as our men approached for reconnaissance.”
Upon hearing his subordinate’s words, the old man instantly became furious.
The soldiers who could serve as scouts were all the elite of the wolf clan.
The loss of more than a dozen people only in exchange for a vague piece of news was a bloodbath loss.
“Those damned Hawkmen, just because our strategies are different, they won’t even provide information, clearly wanting to see the Wolf Clan make a fool of itself.
Wait, after this battle, I will settle this account with them!”
The old man took one glance at the immobile crowd and couldn’t help but reprimand:
“What are you doing standing around, hurry up and organize the attack!
Don’t forget our mission.
We’ve made such a big effort to come here.
We can’t just give up because of one sudden appearance of a human army, can we?”
The old man dared to be so reckless because he was confident.
Most of Moxi Duchy’s main force is concentrated in the fortress on the front line, and the elites in the rear are pitifully few.
Moreover, with the mobility of the wolf cavalry, as long as they are not besieged.
Even if they can’t beat the enemy, they can escape.
Strategic tactics are too distant for clan leaders of ordinary tribes.
Based on past combat experiences, they just charge directly.
This simple tactic has been victorious most of the time.
Even if they fail, they can retreat unscathed.
If accidents had occurred, the old man would not have survived to this day.
The internal competition of the Orc Empire was far more intense than that of the Human Race.
The struggle for resources between tribes almost never ceased.
The cruel internal struggle was also the main driving force for the southern invasion of the orcs.
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In a short time, a simple temporary camp was set up.
While quietly waiting for the enemy’s arrival, Hudson picked out soldiers who were good at mounted archery and equipped them with arrows.
Hudson had no experience to draw upon for the implementation of mounted archery tactics; he had to figure it out progressively.
Facing a large disparity in cavalry numbers, he knew he couldn’t outmuscle his way to victory.
He had to find another way.
The Wolf Cavalry moved swiftly, though their defense was not particularly robust.
The War Wolves that the cavalry rode were fierce, yet their flank was their greatest weakness.
If strapped with heavy armor, the War Wolf would be rendered useless long before reaching the battlefield.
The selection of Wolf Cavalry required not only strong fighters, but also had demands for the soldier’s physique.
A bulky heavy-weight riding a War Wolf would soon exhaust the creature.
Only a rare few evolved giant wolves could manage to carry that much weight.
This high-end mount was specifically owned by the elite Silver Moon Wolf Clan; they were nobility among the wolves.
“Here they come.”
Hudson stood up as he saw the Orc Army appear on the horizon, a strange thought striking him.
If he charged now with his cavalry, scattering that group of miscellaneous Orc soldiers, would they be frightened away?
After a brief consideration, Hudson discarded the idea.
The elite soldiers must be tried and tested in battle.
This Orc Army before him was a perfect opportunity for gaining experience.
Additionally, as a commander, he needed to build his own military feats.
To feign weakness to lure enemies into delivering their heads was much more meaningful than intimidating them into running.
As the enemy’s main force advanced, Hudson was far from idle.
He pulled out his Elf Bow, along with four arrows as large as short spears, aimed at the Orc Army’s leader, then let the arrows fly.
After an explosive echo, four unfortunate souls fell.
The arrows did not stop, they dashed ahead and claimed a few more victims.
In the ruthless Orc Army, the soldiers of the vassal races equated injuries to death.
The sudden attack caused minor chaos in the intimidating Orc Army.
Without wasting time on observing the Orc Army’s reaction, Hudson put another four arrows on his bow and shot them again.
After several repeated attacks, the Orc commanders in the front lines retreated, fearing they may fall victim next.
The impressive feat ushered in a burst of cheers from the soldiers of the Layton County Legion.
Someone took the lead and countless soldiers followed, chanting together: “Divine Archery Knight!”
The originally tense atmosphere of war was immediately scattered, and the morale was instantly boosted.
In contrast, the Orc Army was shrouded in gloom and desolation at this moment.
The panicked Wolf Clan Officer commanded: “Counter-attack, my divine archer!”
A Centaur Archer swiftly stepped out from the ranks, drew his bow, then paused.
The distance was beyond his maximum archery range.
Counter-attacking would be a wasteful expenditure of precious arrows.
However, in their hesitation, these exposed archers had already become Hudson’s targets.
Facing the incoming arrows, the Centaur archers hurriedly released their arrows to intercept.
There was a “bang” as the arrows clashed in mid-air.
A showdown at the pinnacle, but unfortunately, it was one-sided.
After breaking through the archery interception, Hudson’s arrows continued and hit their targets, leading to the fall of three Centaur Archers and one unlucky soldier.
The previous interception was not in vain as it had weakened the arrows’ power.
After contact with the targets, they did not continue to wreak havoc on the battlefield.
Seeing this, Hudson was inwardly surprised.
There were individuals in the Orc Army who are capable of intercepting arrows mid-flight.
Real divine archers indeed!
Unfortunately these Centaur divine archers were unlucky; they faced a cheating enemy.
While feeling sympathetic for the opponents in his heart, his actions did not stop.
The whistling arrows filled the Orc Army with nightmares.
The enemy was still out of reach, yet they had already suffered considerable losses.
During his raging fury, the Wolf Clan Leader issued a command:
“There’s only one enemy divine archer, and he has fired so many arrows, he won’t last much longer.
All units charge, tear these human bastards to pieces!”
The sound of charging horns roared, and an officer issuing a command exposed himself without realizing.
He had only advanced a few steps with the main force when an arrow came thundering through the air and took him out.