Chapter 256

"According to the intelligence of the army commander, now some of the leading troops of the doslaks have reached the British soul castle."

Jon Clinton wore a military uniform, and his bright armor reflected the light of the candle.

The house was brightly lit.

Wesselis was also dressed in uniform, and there were two rows of the main commanders of the pantos garrison, including the prince in rags.

A huge map covered the long command desk, which everyone could see.

The map covers the golden field in the south, andalos and novos in the north, including pantos.

The principle of Da Ping from pantos to mill is the focus of this map, which is marked with many marks.

At the same time, as a sand table deduction, there are dragon wood carvings representing tangaryan army and five pony wood carvings symbolizing the king of horses on it.

"As for... The main force of the doslaks is here."

Then Jon Clinton, with a baton in his hand, pointed to the mountain in the middle of the Great Plains.

This is the only mountain in the vast plain.

The doslacks split up.

Perhaps because the five CAOS do not have a unified command, or have sufficient confidence in their own forces, the strength of more than 80000 slaks is almost twice that of the tangaryan family.

If we count the villages, towns and slaves captured as cannon fodder along the way, the number of doslak army has exceeded more than 100000.

Two of them, dzekokao and molokao, led their respective kalasa to meet.

Thirty thousand doslak soldiers drove slaves away from the main force on the great plain and went straight to the intersection on the Bank of Sancha River.

The first regiment of the tangorian family was stationed there, with a number of up to 10000.

In addition, the main force of the doslaks, led by the elderly mosokao, has some grievances before, but now the joint forces of jakokao and bonokao.

Fifty thousand doslak soldiers of the main force drove the slaves straight in the direction of pantos.

"Lord Clinton, I don't understand one thing."

"Don't these doslaks know that they can exert their maximum power only by clenching their fists?"

In the conference hall of the nine tower palace.

Danzo Dehan, the "war poet" who used to be the leader of the wind blowing regiment, asked with some puzzled questions.

Once, although he commanded the mercenary regiment to fight, he acted steadily and made many miracles.

However, now let him participate in the command of an epic war with more than 100000 people on both sides and a battlefield depth of hundreds of kilometers

His ability is still a little stretched, and even his brain can't turn around.

This phenomenon is not only reflected in Danzo Dehan.

Except that wesselis and Jon Clinton were calm, everyone was wide eyed, and even the prince in rags was a little confused.

Wesselis studied written war knowledge because he had followed Daniel's bachelor.

Later, he followed Sir Jeffrey, commander-in-chief of Longshi Island fleet, observed and learned the application of actual combat, and personally commanded the war of more than 10000 people in the later stage.

Wesselis is a talented person with professional background and brilliant achievements in practical application.

Jon Clinton's situation is basically the same as that of wesselis. He has also received a good education and has the experience of commanding a 10000 man war.

Therefore, the two men remained calm in the face of more than 80000 doslaks and tens of thousands of refugees, adding up to more than 100000 enemies.

But the prince in rags, who had commanded more than 2000 people of the wind blowing regiment in his life, and the mercenary commander under him were too far away, both courage and brain.

Danzo Dehan didn't understand why the doslaks split up.

The other commanders of pantos garrison also nodded.

They also have such doubts in their hearts. In the face of twice as many enemies as themselves, they don't make a fool of themselves on the surface, but they keep beating a retreat drum in their hearts.

"Because they want to cut off the connection between the first Legion and pantos."

At this time, sitting in the main position and looking at the sand table deduction on the map, wesselis, who had not opened his mouth for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth.

One of his hands slightly pinched the center of his eyebrows.

Many people say that doslacks are fools, but are doslacks really fools?

He doesn't believe it.

Drogo died in his hands a long time ago. In fact, he set a fire to kill him because he despised the enemy.

However, wesselis was deeply impressed by the bravery and fearlessness of the doslaks.

These dorslak roaring warriors are just natural cavalry. There is almost no race comparable to them in terms of horse mastery and cavalry strategy and tactics.

But the only disadvantage of the dothraks is also their advantage. That is, they rely too much on horseback to give up their armor and infantry.

If the doslaks are willing to wear armor, and combine walking and riding to build siege weapons, coupled with their respect for bravery and fearlessness to death, the whole Aesop continent will surrender at their feet.

Wesselis even had some greedy eyes for these doslak cavalry at that time.

However, after defeating drogo, some doslaks were captured, but they did not want to submit to wesselis and would rather be sold into slaves.

Perhaps they still think that wesselis defeated drogo Cao, the world's greatest horseman, by means of despicable blood magic.

Wesselis had some regrets.

"Cut off contact?"

Hearing the king's words, all the pantos garrison commanders in the conference hall couldn't help whispering.

Jon was still standing in front of the map, turned his head and looked at wesselis. The two looked at each other, and then nodded.

"Your Majesty... You're right."

"The doslaks want to cut off the connection between pantos and the first Legion."

As a nation on horseback, the doslaks are not good at attacking cities.

However, why did the doslaks go all the way in the siege, become a destroyer of civilization and destroy cities.

The reason is that the doslaks have long been rooted in their soul tactics, flexible on horseback and giving full play to the advantages of field combat against infantry.

They can destroy villages around cities, take their food and drive these displaced people towards the cities surrounded by them.

For the cities surrounded by the doslaks, accepting these refugees means the consumption of food. Killing them will also consume the materials and morale of the city.

Many cities surrounded by doslaks face such a difficult choice.

It's like a prey bitten by a wolf, and finally exhausted all its strength in the struggle.