Among the various ats, dried fish undoubtedly has the least oil and fat. It can fill the stomach, but don’t expect much in taste.
The only seasoning in the army is salt. Other sauces are considered luxuries on the Continent of Aslante.
Sugar is reserved for the wounded and the elite forces.
By comparison, the fattest ats, rich in oil, are more popular among the lower-ranked soldiers.
Due to supply shortages, these "premium ats" in the eyes of the lower-ranked soldiers can only be enjoyed during victory feasts.
The dayti battle saw the artillery shine, but it didn’t stop everyone from having at together.
In contrast to the cheers of the lower-ranking soldiers in the camp, the atmosphere in the Marshal’s Camp was completely different.
Confrontation between two armies also takes a toll on physical strength. The soldiers have rotated several tis, but Hudson, the Commander in Chief, has not rested.
Coming back at night, he still has to stay up late. Luckily, as a Sanctuary Powerhouse, he is sturdy; otherwise, a weaker commander would likely collapse under such strain.
When the Commander in Chief is busy, the high-ranking officers naturally cannot escape.
"The dayti artillery battle preliminarily achieved our strategic objectives, but it doesn’t an the enemy has lost their ability to conduct a night raid.
Tonight is a critical juncture, and since the enemy suffered a major setback during the day, they are very likely to retaliate at night.
Commanders responsible for the watch must be extrely vigilant to prevent the enemy from launching a sneak attack at night!"
Hudson sternly warned.
The post-battle summary that should have occurred was glossed over with a single sentence from him.
However, none of the high-ranking officers objected; the dayti battle was too straightforward, and the results were imasurable.
Everyone knew the artillery succeeded, and that was the end of it.
There is no precedent across the continent for calculating battle rits. The artillery was pieced together temporarily, so specific reward and penalty standards had to be improvised by each.
After all, the artillery’s achievents cannot be asured by the number of severed heads.
Hudson is not one to ddle; whether to give subordinates a way out depends on the lord’s conscience.
All participants are from the nobles’ private armies; the battle rits for the two major kingdoms are also recorded under the noble lords’ nas.
Relatively speaking, the situation is sowhat better here in the Southeastern Province. Long-term influence under his command ans the lord eats at, while soldiers can also have so broth.
It’s hard for commoners to rise to nobility, but those with abilities do receive far better treatnt in the territory than serfs.
Even in tis when others couldn’t fill their stomachs, ensuring one’s family is fed is a kind of happiness.
"Marshal, please rest assured.
I will be on my guard and won’t let the enemy exploit any opportunity!"
Viscount Doronard imdiately promised.
This scene made many Black Forest generals quite envious.
Guarding the night watch against enemy sneak attacks may seem like hard work, but it is a sign of the commander’s trust.
Especially after hearing Hudson’s suggestion that the enemy might attempt a sneak attack tonight, everyone felt eager.
Combat ans battle rits!
With other commanders, people might panic in such situations, but with Hudson in command, there’s no such worry.
After all, the main duty of the watch is vigilance, not devising ans to defeat the enemy.
Tily detection of an enemy raid and executing defensive plans is a significant achievent. The rest of the battle remains under the commander’s direction.
Having witnessed the defeat of the Giant Centipede, none believed this Demonic Crocodile Army could cause much trouble.
"Marshal, how do you plan to proceed with the subsequent battles?"
Marquis Simon asked with concern.
Important military positions were dominated by nobles from the Southeastern Province, leaving him powerless.
When it cos to military command capability, Black Forest Kingdom’s noble generals cannot match these battlefield veterans.
Lacking competence and the initiative is one thing, yet a right to know is essential.
They couldn’t finish the battle without knowing what was happening as re participants.
They had similar embarrassing monts earlier.
The defeat of the Giant Centipede was won without even understanding how.
For the sake of reputation, they wanted to ask but were too embarrassed. They could only invite the Southeastern Province nobles privately to get information over als.
The answers they got were artistically modified; how far from the truth they were remains unknown.
After having suffered once, Marquis Simon preferred to ask now, sparing him from repeating such history.
"We will adapt to constant changes and decide on tactics according to the evolving situation.
If there are no major changes tonight, then starting tomorrow, the Knight Corps will rotate to clear the surroundings and cut off the Demonic Crocodile Army’s retreat.
If the enemy refuses a decisive battle, then each unit will lay traps around the enemy camp to hinder their night activities.
Regardless, from tomorrow on, not a single grain of food should reach the enemy camp!
The accompanying Magician Regint will act tonight, poisoning the streams around the enemy camp and cutting off their water supply!"
With the calst tone, Hudson issued the most ruthless orders.
For an army of hundreds of thousands, the logistics of food supply and water source are significant issues.
Under normal circumstances, a temporarily stationed force’s supplies would support them for ten days or half a month at most.
Even if the Demonic Crocodiles are more resilient to hunger, they can only hold out a few days longer.
The water issue is even more crucial. The campsite wasn’t chosen randomly — it’s a feng shui treasure close to both mountain and water.
Although the mountain is not even 300 ters high, it remains the best campsite within several tens of miles.
If their camp is breached, they can still use the mountainous area for refuge.
Before the Demonic Crocodile Army’s arrival, Hudson had already scouted the topography around the area.
Even this feng shui treasure was picked by him for the enemy.
The facts have proved that careful selection is aningful; the enemy didn’t reject his "kindness."
While the camp’s advantages are evident, there are naturally weaknesses too.
There are no large rivers nearby; the nearest one is fifty miles away. The allied forces’ water supply has been preciously transported.
Once they set camp, their water supply depends solely on several mountain streams.
On the battlefield of his choosing, replicating successful strategies, Hudson is well-versed.
The expression of the noble commanders in the camp shows this is another area of ignorance for them.
Blockading food supply or water resources — these are well-known, and so have experienced it.
But employing such tactics in a field battle is rare.
It’s not that they didn’t think about it; it’s that the Continent of Aslante had its trump card — Magicians.
Cutting off supply lines is a problem, but rely cutting off water sources can be countered by a Water Elent Mage.
That Hudson could use this strategy is due to his knowledge that most magicians among the Earth Core race belong to the dark system, and a large proportion of the remaining are Earth magicians.
The magician distribution is influenced by the natural environnt, with Water Elent Mages mainly born in coastal nations. Where in the Earth Core World is there an ocean?
A tactic useless against other armies striking at the Demonic Crocodile Army’s weakness.
Even the knowledgeable human nobles would not have experienced this scene, let alone the naïve Demonic Crocodiles.
Failing to recognize it instantly, even if the tactic is exposed now, the Demonic Crocodile Army doesn’t have ti to change.
...
The clouds obscured the moonlight, and the land was completely shrouded in darkness.
The Demonic Alligator Soldiers, filled with rage, quietly infiltrated the Allied Army Camp under their commander’s orders.
Realizing that moving a large force couldn’t remain entirely secret, they couldn’t help but harbor so wishful thinking.
If it had to be exposed, it’s better to be late than early.
Almost simultaneously, an inconspicuous squad quietly left the Allied Army Camp.
"There seems to be movent up ahead!"
The patrolling soldier, Henry Bol, warned his companion vigilantly.
"This isn’t good, it’s an enemy attack!
Quick, send a signal..."
His companion didn’t finish his sentence; his body moved ahead of his words, and soon a magical light bead brightly, directly exposing the sneaky Demonic Alligators.
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