484: Chapter 77, Big Defeat _1 484: Chapter 77, Big Defeat _1 As time passed, the battlefield became increasingly chaotic.
Both the Orc Army and the Human Army found themselves in the awkward predicament of “soldiers not knowing their generals, and generals not knowing their soldiers.”
The situation was slightly better for the human soldiers, as ordinary soldiers didn’t have many enemies for life.
Even if they had a few personal enemies, the chances of encountering them on the battlefield were slim.
The Orc Army was different.
Despite being united in combat, the racial hatred accumulated over countless years could not be eradicated with a single command.
After falling into great chaos, the original military order also lost its restraining force on everyone.
Someone started a bad trend of ruthlessly killing the different races who had mistakenly joined their own troops, and it quickly spread to the entire army.
Once Pandora’s Magic Box was opened, the situation was no longer under control.
At this moment, the ugliness of the beastly nature was completely exposed.
First, they targeted the enemy races that had entered mistakenly, then they actively sought opportunities for revenge.
When this happened often, it naturally could not be kept secret.
They were beast-brained and not so bright in thinking.
When they found a fellow orc being killed, they picked up their weapons to retaliate without a second thought.
“Stop, you bunch of fools!
Supervisory team, separate them…”
Balatz roared.
Even at this stage, if there were internal slaughters, he was powerless to prevent it.
This wave was filled with “foolish teammates”, making it really difficult to proceed!
As it turned out, the low-intelligence orc soldiers, once bloodthirsty, didn’t think much.
The Supervisory Team’s intervention only added more people to the chaotic fight.
Commanding the army in battle?
At this moment, the idea had already become a joke.
Even for the Expeditionary Army, the only troops Hudson could summon now were the reserve teams that had not yet participated in the fight and the cavalry wandering on the edge of the battlefield.
The squads that were deeply engaged in the battle had long been in a state of chaos.
The training of the past could only allow the soldiers below to maintain small group coordination of teams of ten.
Any officer who could gather hundreds of soldiers was a talent.
As for a larger number of armies, it was not a problem of willingness but rather a practical impossibility.
In the era of communication through shouting, after the chaos, the maximum number of soldiers that a frontline officer could directly command was the extent of his voice’s reach.
Beyond this range, the soldiers couldn’t even hear the officer’s command, let alone implement it.
Without a doubt, in such chaotic situations, no matter how many troops were sent in, they would quickly be dragged into the chaotic fight.
The more that was done now, the more that went wrong.
For the soldiers mired on the battlefield, any command could trigger a new round of chaos.
Adding more troops was meaningless, so they might as well watch the chaotic slaughter!
Those who survive this bloody battle will be veterans.
Those who cannot stand the test of war and fall on the battlefield can only be considered unlucky.
In chaotic times, the least valuable thing is “life”.
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“Stop firing at the south gate and start shelling from the other three gates.
No need to aim, just fire at will, the further the shells reach, the better!”
Count Martins suddenly ordered.
The battle on the south side of the city had progressed to the point where the two armies were fighting hand in hand.
If the Magic Crystal Cannon was fired again, their own troops would also get hit.
On the other hand, the other three sides were completely dark; they couldn’t see anything.
Adding some cannon fire would create more psychological pressure on the Orc Army.
“The Magic Crystal Cannon must counter-attack!”
Balatz gave his command in desperate haste.
This was his second mistake.
He had just ordered the troops surrounding the city to reinforce, and now he wanted them to organize a retaliatory fire, which were both major blunders.
Unfortunately, Balatz had no choice.
Seeing the army collapsing, he had to do something.
Although both parties were still entangled in battle, it was only because the Orc soldiers in the center had nowhere to run.
There were more and more deserters in the peripheral areas, and some even fled as entire tribes.
The Orc Empire’s allegiance to the Five Royal Clans was out of fear of the strong, not kindness.
The oppressed orcs serving the Orc Empire with their lives was clearly to intentionally trouble the Orcs.
The magic lamp on the city tower could not cover the entire battlefield.
Too many unknowns were hidden in the dark corners.
As Orc soldiers continued to escape, reinforcements from the other three sides of the city wall kept filling in, and the collapsing battle situation was mysteriously dragged on.
Unfortunately, Balatz couldn’t be happy at all.
The situation was too chaotic.
The Orc army had already pushed to the front, the Expeditionary army still had reserves, and the city’s defenders had not all come out to fight.
Once daylight came, it would be their end; perhaps they wouldn’t even have to wait for daylight.
As time ticked by, the battlefield completely fell into chaos.
By this time, even if Balatz wanted to give orders, he wouldn’t know who to give them to.
All the major corps commanders under his command had lost contact, and as the Commander-in-chief, he only had his own tribe’s personal soldiers available.
The grand collapse finally came, but this time it happened in a rather absurd way.
More and more deserters directly misled the direction of the reinforcements that were rushing over, and they ran wildly in the night.
By the time the tribal leaders realized they had strayed, it was too late.
In the night, they couldn’t find their troopers.
The unruly troops behind were squeezing the teams in front on the escapist route, never to return.