That's impossible!
One by one, the green trees fell to the ground, revealing the behemoths behind them. They were grayish-white fortresses of varying heights, some with two floors, some with four, and some with five floors. They followed the winding terrain of the hills by the beach, extending all the way to the horizon.
How many fortresses were there?!
It was as if Duque had captured all the stonemasons and carpenters in the world overnight and made them work for a hundred years in an instant.
King Terenas and the others were not familiar with Duke. Even Leon and Lothar, who had witnessed the miracle of cement, were confused. When did Duke get so much cement? When did he organize the craftsmen to make so many fortresses?
He had practically fortified the entire coastline!
Not only the leaders in the command center, but even the soldiers who passed by the mountain could not help but point at the things on the mountain.
Seeing Duke conjuring up so many bunkers like magic, everyone in the command post felt a sense of reverence as if they were worshipping a ghost or a god.
"Are all these … real?" Lothar could not even speak properly.
"Fake! Most of them! " Duke shrugged his shoulders and shrugged: "Also, spreading the troops evenly across a long defensive line is the work of a fool. I don't want to do such a thing."
Then, Duque raised his chin and waved at Windsor. Two of Duque's private soldiers carried a 'fortress' over.
The leaders in the command center were stunned again.
That's right, two people carrying a fortress that weighed who knew how many tons. Wait! Finally, a sharp-eyed fellow saw the problem.
It was the color of wood!
"Wait!? This so-called fortress is all made of wood? "King Solas of Stormgard could not help but ask.
Duque smiled in a self-righteous manner. Of course, in the eyes of the other kings, it was a sneaky smile. "To be precise, most of it is made of very thin planks with a wooden frame. Don't worry, it's very sturdy. Unless there's a strong gust of wind for more than a day, it won't break. "
A group of big shots walked out of the command center and looked at the bunker again and again. They could not help but praise Duque's wonderful idea. At first glance, it looked like a complete house, but in fact, all the materials used were minimized. The inside was filled with wooden planks and strips, and the outside was smeared with lime and mud, making it look like a blockhouse made of bricks and wood.
If one were to look at it from afar, no one would be able to tell that it was just for show.
Not to mention ballistae and cannonballs, even an arrow would be able to pierce through this thing. The problem was, if so many of them were placed on the hill, it would be very tall!
It was a steel line of defense!
Duque clapped his hands. "Alright, I've arranged for the javelin throwers to be stationed at the key points. Next, I'll have to trouble Aurelia to send half of her rangers to defend the key points. Together with Admiral Daylin's patrol ships and my merpeople, there should be no loopholes."
General Dailin was obviously delighted.
Aurelia, on the other hand, rolled her eyes at Duque flirtatiously. The flirtatious look was fake. The main thing was that Aurelia remembered how Duque had tricked her into tracking him. Those eyes were clearly saying, "Little thief, you're the most cunning of all." Of course, it was a different matter from how others saw it.
King Alterac Eden muttered unhappily, "Didn't you say that the tribe changed to a new chief? Is this guy smarter than before? Will he fall for it? "
This was indeed a problem.
But it was not a problem for Duque.
After the demonstration, everyone returned to the command center.
"Hehe! In fact, this new Great Chieftain has always been my and Lothar's old rival. " Duque laughed heartily as he looked at Lothar. "Black Hand is just a brute. All his previous strategies were the ideas of his deputy, the current chief, Orgrim. If you pay attention, you'll find that this guy's fighting style is actually the same as his opponent's sudden inspiration in the Elven Forest. "
Lothar rubbed his chin as he recalled the past. "Yes, I'm also curious about the enemy's commander. He can fight head-on and has strategies and tactics. I thought he was an enemy with a strong sense of the big picture. I had my doubts for a long time after killing Black Hand. Such a smart guy shouldn't have challenged me to a duel. "
"Hey! You haven't answered my question yet. " King Eden was very unhappy. "Why do you think he'll definitely send the tribe to their deaths at Southshore, where we have the best defense?"
"Based on the fact that I understand my enemy … Based on the fact that they will think … Since we are going to attack by force anyway, we might as well attack the place with the best landing conditions …" Duke purposely paused for a moment. "There must be people who are not convinced by my words, right?"
"Humph!" King Eden snorted coldly.
Duke raised his right hand and pointed his thumb at the huge block of ice that was placed next to the window of the command center. "During the previous alliance meeting, some people questioned whether that ugly head belonged to the tribe's chief. Now we can try it. If the tribe really refuses to come, we'll hang the head at the gate of Southshore and raise the war flag we stole. We'll know whether these two things are real or fake once we try them. "
When Duque said this, Lothar's eyes lit up astonishingly.
Laing even clapped his hands in amazement. "Good!"
If the old king of a country was killed on the battlefield and even his head was cut off, what was the easiest way for the new king to establish his authority? Wasn't it just to kill the old king's enemy and clear his name? It could also boost the morale of the people.
The same logic applied to the tribes that were more courageous and valued individual strength more.
Antonidas stroked his long white beard. "Are we going to hang the chief's head from the start?"
"No, no, no." Duque shook his right index finger. "That's too wasteful. I'm very confident that Orgrim will attack Southshore. This move is just a safety measure, or it can only be used when forcing the tribe to bleed. "
Force the tribe to bleed …
How ruthless!
The kings could already imagine how the tribe would feel when they found out that Southshore was a super tough nut to crack and was about to retreat but had to continue sending troops to deal with this death trap.
That wasn't all. Duque drew a line on the map. "As long as the tribe can't cross the sea through this shortest route, they'll have to make a big detour no matter if they go west or east. By then, Daelin, your fleet can … "
If the tribe went around Southshore through the wetlands, it would be hundreds or even thousands of nautical miles no matter which way they went. If Daelin's fleet couldn't even handle the transport ships that wouldn't resist, they might as well sink themselves.
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