Before the arrival of the allied army from the northeast, the tribe retreated like the ebb tide of the sea. They even avoided the Alliance infantrymen who had circled to the rear of the tribe and were nailed there like a mainstay.
At this moment, Du Ke only lacked a feather fan and a sage-like robe. Then, he could go and pretend to be a pig. The smile on his face made him look like he was full of confidence.
Even though he was mobilizing troops that he already knew, it was as if he was in control of a magic box that could create an endless army of thousands of men and horses. He was always able to mobilize the most suitable troops at the most crucial time.
Orgrim's fierce surprise attack turned into a magnificent ambush under Duque's command. Just now, even the top of Lordaeron's walls could see the Dalajan and Lordaeron speedboats rushing over from the direction of Lordaeron Lake.
Arthis was first pleasantly surprised to find that his hometown and his city had been saved. Then he immediately thought of something.
"If the Dalajan and Gilness troops all come here, then what if the tribes of the Silverpine Forest attack south?"
That's right! Then what?
It was not just Arthis. Several Alliance generals wanted to know the answer to this question.
In fact, Duque really wanted to teach Arthis, 'The one riding the white horse is not necessarily a prince, it can also be Xuanzang. The one who is a Paladin can also become a demon king. ' But in order not to reveal the secrets of the heavens. Duque pointed to the Alliance's speedboats on the calm lake in the south and teased Arthis.
"Your Highness, ships flying the Alliance flag are not all Alliance warships. Even if it was a warship, it did not mean that it only carried soldiers. The tribes will only see the Alliance's reinforcements coming, but they will never know that only ships, food and sailors are coming. "
Be it Arthis or the other generals of the Alliance, all of them were visibly moved.
Duque pointed to the huge formation of troops in the northeast. "A hundred thousand troops are not equal to a hundred thousand elites! The true elites were only the few square formations at the front. The ones behind are just farmers who have been trained for less than three weeks. "
That's right, Duque hadn't conjured the magic lamp of the army. He'd only placed the Gryphon Legion in front of him for show. Behind them were the farmers provided by the local nobles of the Rotterdam Kingdom. However, after a period of training, they were at least more or less presentable when marching. When it came to real swords and spears, these guys who had never experienced blood and fire, no matter how bright their armor was, were still cowardly farmers deep down.
The young Arthis was astonished, "Is … is that even possible?"
"Why not?" Duque combed his sweaty hair. "Didn't I mobilize so many troops to save Lordaeron? As long as we can defend today, when your father's army arrives, it will be the time for our alliance to encircle and annihilate the two orc armies that have penetrated deep into the alliance's hinterland. "
Arthis' eyes lit up.
Duque's well-placed commands, his realistic disguises, and the military arrangements that had fooled even his own people … Duque's method of using his troops was an eye-opener for Arthis. It showed him what it meant to be a commander.
The scenes that Arthis had experienced today were like images that had been imprinted on his soul. They had opened doors to a wider world for him, and he felt that he had benefited greatly.
Suddenly, Arthis had an impulse. He strode forward and lowered his noble head to Duque, "Lord Marcus … can … can I become your disciple and learn the art of war?"
Be it Duque or the others, everyone was stunned.
The master of the prince of the strongest country on the continent. It sounded so noble! Unfortunately, when he thought of Arthis, who had killed his own father and teacher, Duque felt disgusted, as though he had swallowed a fly alive.
Duque didn't reply. He turned his gaze to the distance outside the east gate. There were countless Orc corpses, as well as the bodies of more than two thousand civilians lying there quietly.
Duque's pupils shrank. He remembered that Lilas had told him about Arthis's order to close the gates.
He was not a saint, and he didn't have the ability to save every civilian on the continent. In Duque's eyes, there was no such thing as saving three hundred thousand people or abandoning three thousand people.
If he had known about the enemy's attack in advance like Arthis, he would have arranged for the civilians to take refuge more safely, instead of waiting for the disaster to befall them before deciding whether to abandon them or not.
Before his transmigration, Duque had often heard of an old saying, "Don't do evil because it's small."
In history, Arthis had started to fall precisely because he had massacred the citizens of Stratholme, who were about to become zombies, for the sake of the bigger picture.
Duque had once wondered if Arthis would be different in this life. After all, Arthis was still a teenager, a relatively naive prince.
Duque suddenly realized that personality really determined fate. The scene of abandoning three thousand civilians had nothing to do with the original history, but Arthis still made a similar decision.
Too ruthless!
The experience of Arthis in history might be worthy of sympathy, but this guy was clearly the template of an ambitious and ruthless person!
At this thought, Duque made up his mind. He pointed outside the east gate. "A commander can be said to have to make the decision of who to let die at every moment. But the original intention of a commander is to protect the country and the people. And the soldiers who carry out the commander's orders are also willing to give up everything they have. I think Your Highness should first learn the principles of life and the way of the Holy Light from the Archbishop of Holy Light before learning the way of a commander. "
After saying that, Duque left without looking back, leaving the generals of Rotterdam and Arthis, who looked as if he had been struck by lightning, in a daze.
Of course, there was no need for Duque to clean up the battlefield and count the losses.
Duque divided the army into two parts. One part was the twenty thousand Stormwind infantrymen from Hillsbrad. After the battle, there were less than fifteen thousand of them left. Duke allowed all of them to enter Lordaeron City. The other group came from the northern sentry towers, with the Gryphon Legion as the core. Together with the remaining six thousand cavalry, they set up camp in the north of Lordaeron City, forming a triangle with Lordaeron City. The main purpose was to prevent Orgrim's main force from joining forces with Grom Hellroar's hundred thousand Orcs.
On this day, Orgrim waited for the arrival of the Ogres, while the Alliance quickly organized the city's defenses and waited for the main force of Rotterdam to return.
Finally, on the afternoon of the second day, the Alliance waited for Mograine who had led his army back. When the famous Ashbringer saw the flag of Rotterdam on the city wall, this iron-like man immediately got off his horse and knelt on the ground, weeping and kissing the soil of Rotterdam …
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