Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 713 Belega’s initial thoughts on guerrilla warfare - rogue bandits

Things were developing in a direction that no one could have expected. Domgar, who was leading the clan army towards the Eight Peaks Mountains, suddenly felt that there were fewer obstacles than expected. In addition to encountering the encirclement and suppression of several large war gangs and the harassment of the never-ending goblin boys, Besides, the march route turned out to be unusually smooth.

Maybe it’s the Mother Goddess’ blessing.

He prayed like this in his heart and walked unswervingly towards his hometown. As for the pointed ears that promised to support a hundred people?I'm afraid he's like the coward Belegar, waiting for good news from the expeditionary force at Haimen Pass.

After regaining the Eight Peaks Mountain, Caledor wanted to get the Dragon Horn, but he had to pay a price that satisfied the Angrond clan, so that he could barely make up for the bad words he said on Sartosa.

But his brother Belegar did not go so smoothly. After the reckless men chose to retreat, a vigorous guerrilla movement officially began. Perhaps it was at this time that the preliminary concept of the ranger tactics for which Belegar became famous was formally formed.

Bruni, who was squatting behind the hilltop, stuck out his head and looked at the wild orcs wandering a thousand meters away, wondering how to proceed.

A net was spreading towards the action team. Although the greenskins did not have a specific concept of tactics, they knew that if they surrounded the enemy, they would not be able to escape and could fight happily.

Compared with the large number of green-skinned warbands scattered around the badlands, this team of only a hundred people seemed too small, and might be destroyed in one step.

Belegar also poked his head out, took out his binoculars, looked at the greenskins in the distance, and estimated the number of this army.

Along the way, he had forgotten how many greenskins he had killed. He only knew that the shield in his hand almost shattered once, and it was only thanks to Coster's protection that he could persist until now.

"One thousand, two thousand, three thousand..."

The dwarf prince glanced at Bruni, who was also observing. He originally thought that it was safe for him to come, but he didn't expect that he was also a radical, and his tone began to sound reproachful.

"I doubt whether this trust can be repaid. Your strategic thinking is not much different from that of the greenskins."

Bruni did not refute. Over the past half month, he has become accustomed to listening to the dwarves' nagging. Every time he encounters a green-skin warband, he must first tell him to run away, then follow Damian to attack, and finally accuse himself of not knowing tactics. , and then repeat the above process.

"Belega, do you know of a special form of warfare that is very suitable for our current situation?"

"Don't show off, I just want to join the clan as soon as possible."

Bruni continued to observe the green-skinned guys in the distance. Fighting these beasts was indeed quite enjoyable, only a little less exciting than killing Drucci.

"Carrying out mobile operations in areas lacking base areas is collectively referred to as guerrilla warfare."

"You're talking nonsense. Another way to put it is that this way of fighting is called rogue banditry."

"No, this is the fixedness of your dwarf thinking. You think that without the support of a mountain fortress, you will naturally fall into a disadvantage. But you don't know that guerrilla warfare can sometimes work wonders. The key point of infiltration tactics is that you can obtain at a small cost Unimaginable rewards.”

Belega, who was aroused by his curiosity, put down his telescope and stared at Bruni's face. He felt that he did not look like a poor officer. Could it be that this guy also understood guerrilla warfare?
"Have you ever fought guerrilla warfare?"

Bruni answered seriously,

"No, this is the first time to practice." "I knew it." Belegar sighed, feeling that he was unlucky. He had to accompany these dragon princes to die here. Why couldn't Masnot be responsible for the support? If it was him, he might have joined the clan.

Bruni didn't care about Belegar's feelings and spoke out a set of tactics that he had been studying Imric's military policy for a long time.

"The central idea of ​​guerrilla warfare is to attack, destroy, and harass, relying on favorable terrain and using various methods to allow a small number of our own troops to have an effective impact on a large number of enemy troops. Let me analyze the current situation for you."

"First of all, we do not lack supplies, and the Angland clan is not marching very fast, which shows that there is sufficient time for the operation."

"Second, our numbers are small, and we are all elites, with the ability to move quickly..." Bruni glanced at Belega's short legs and did not add to the only flaw in this advantage.

The war horses were killed in the chaos and used as food storage. If Damian hadn't dragged the short stack, I really don't know how to deal with it.

"Third, the strategic depth of the Badlands is very large. Even if they encounter a green-skinned reconnaissance team, they can quickly eliminate them and then release a false intelligence to lure the war gang to pursue the predetermined location."

Belegar, who was vaguely aware of something, suddenly plucked out a few strands of his beard. If he had any acumen for war, and as long as he met these three conditions, he should know how to deal with the greenskins.

He subconsciously said the fourth point for Bruni,
"Luring the main force of the greenskins to a location, with their fighting personalities, a conflict will definitely break out on the spot, and they will not think of jointly looking for traces of outsiders."

Bruni nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the mustache's understanding was not too bad. Killing the greenskins with his own hands was not as efficient as the greenskins killing each other.

Belegar rarely gave a thumbs up. This move was indeed a bit clever. There were conflicts between the wild orcs and the mountain orcs, and there were also conflicts between various war gangs. Usually, because of the long-standing fixed spheres of influence, the boundaries of many parties have been clearly defined. divide.

But with the emergence of the big guy Damian, the situation has been further confused. There is only one opportunity left to plunge the badland greenskins into a melee.

He turned his attention to the most important barbarian in the plan and found that he was sitting on the ground fighting with a war pig. He covered his nose and wondered what the war lines on the rough skin meant. He also heard a low curse,
"This thing really stinks. Did you grow up eating shit?"

The elf with a keen sense of smell consciously stayed five meters away. Maybe this war pig really grew up eating shit. Even the pig skin, which was comparable to an iron shell, was wrapped in an unknown yellow dry matter, and it exuded a hateful stench.

This terrible scene was almost unworthy of another glance. Belegar still turned around and said, "Why did Damian get caught so that he could work hard for you? His strength and temperament should have nothing to do with the elves."

"Because of friendship."

Belegar scoffed disdainfully, because of friendship?This is probably the most ridiculous thing, because love is much more reasonable than this.

Coster, who was repairing the equipment in the screen sound magic, took back the hammer and threw the shield to Belegar in disgust. The dwarves continued the incomplete craftsmanship of the golden age. Repairing it was simply a stain on the craftsmanship.

Seeing that the rectification was completed, Bruni motioned to Damian to stop fighting with a war pig. Don't you mind being dirty when playing with shit? Then he asked the Flameborn knights to divide into two teams and follow the barbarians to start the seduction plan.

This protrusion is a two-line operation, maximizing the attention of the greenskins and making advance preparations for the next operation in the West Badlands.

(End of this chapter)