Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

"The Red Scale Knights will send two groups to the east-west front. Be sure to stop the Holy Grail Knights for me. The artillery formation will rest for ten minutes. After the barrels cool down, they will immediately pour firepower on the serf positions. The magic group..."

Oh shit.

Elvis cursed secretly, where did the mage group come from? There is no serious mage training point, only a group of Sotek priests can provide additional help.

"The priests brought out a thousand rats for me to sacrifice on the spot. Regardless of the outcome, I must prevent those saints from casting spells!"

Elvis, who was issuing orders, kept roaring at the Magic Stone. He tried a variety of tactics, using highly disciplined coordination, striking supplies behind enemy lines, and raiding blitzes...

But without exception, they were all cracked by the superior personal strength of the Holy Grail Knight. What made the elves feel most uncomfortable was not the lack of command, but that often at the most critical moments, the plans seemed to be seen through, and a large number of people were lost out of thin air.

This caused the Great Horned Viper to launch a purge recently. The Grand Master believed that someone had leaked military secrets to Bretonnia. However, it was not until the actions of the Red Scale Knights who only obeyed him ended in failure that Elvis realized that he was not working with a group of people. Mortals competing.

Three hours later, the intelligence department reported back that the Red Scale Knights had failed to intercept, allowing more than a dozen Holy Grail Knights to break through the defense line and penetrate the weak flank.

Elvis beat the stone table angrily. He had understood that if he wanted to win, he must not rely on conventional military means.

All actions are seen through. As long as the instructions are given from his own mouth, Bretonnia will definitely know it in a short time. It is like writing on a piece of paper, and all the secrets are revealed after being exchanged by invisible hands.

The Grand Master roared in his heart: "If I had the Dragon Prince's Legion in my hands, if the Caledorian regular army I controlled was not only the Kaledor Third Garrison, but the Wind Howling City Army..."

But nothing happened. The defeat in the battle made the front line tense. The commander of the Third Garrison even bluntly stated that the Grand Master's order had obvious intelligence errors. If it continued, he would ask the palace to intervene in this local war.

The pile of reports made Elvis frown. He didn't understand why the situation was so disadvantageous.

In terms of paper strength, the Giant Horned Viper has 4,000 soldiers who are proficient in various military abilities, plus 3,000 high-quality Assur professional soldiers from the Kalede 3rd Garrison Regiment, even if they only have Skaraza in hand Gram sits in charge.

There was no way they would be at a disadvantage when facing Bretonnia's Jihad advance team.

Althea, who was covered in dust, walked into the headquarters, stared at her cousin for a while, and explained a reality in cold words.

"The Knights are already at a disadvantage against Bretonnia. Caledor does not allow failure. No matter how humiliating the process is, failure is the only thing that cannot be tolerated."

Elvis turned around and looked back at his relatives who were accompanying him all the way with the same coldness, "You want me to use my family's influence to recruit servants from Windhowling City to come from Ulthuan?"

"Adunis, Harandul, the influence of your family and mine is enough to summon a powerful army. My father has agreed to this proposal. In addition to the attendants of Windhowl City, he is preparing to summon a Cathay mercenary army in the Dawn Fortress. …”

Elvis turned his head and expressed his attitude.

"This is not a military war in the mind of Ashur, Bretonnia's slogan is not wrong, this is a holy war called by the gods.

The intervention of Wind Howl City and Dawn Fortress will only make Bretonnia more proud and make the monkeys mistakenly think that Assur is nothing more than this..." Althea looked stunned for a moment, but then became more serious.

"Bratonia is just using holy war slogans to hinder the progress of the palace. You should remember your identity. Sotigo is not Assur's destination."

"But now it is..."

After faintly reciting a sentence, Elvis pounded a plaque on the stone table, which was his part of the prophecy.

In the past, he had questioned how an elf could be favored by the ancient saints.

But as the war situation became more and more psychedelic, he also vaguely realized that the elven gods did not belong to Asur. These Bretonnian monkeys must have the help of some god behind them, someone who could directly do something to Asur. The gods of influence!
Kuga's voice was a little blurry, but the low growl in his throat and the roar of the Tyrannosaurus from time to time all showed the restlessness of the Sun Legion.

"Elfling, are you ready? Be part of the big plan."

Elvis smiled sarcastically. He had never thought that the lizard man could be so reliable. He could summon the greatest lizard man lord with just a simple tap.

"Lord Kuga, I don't care about the so-called big plan, but if your ideas match mine, I don't mind becoming a part of the big plan."

"The shallow thinking mode of hot-blooded people..."

No matter how the greatest lizard lord responded, the Lord God still responded to the call of the elf believers. The second generation Slan, who was sleeping deep in Itaza, used his supreme divine power to mobilize the Rainbow Bridge and let the Sun Army in the Southland wait for a long time. Enter the world of hot-blooded species.

The second-generation Slann also entered the Rainbow Bridge personally under the instructions of the great lord Croka to provide help to a part of the big plan to protect the world, some insignificant help...

Sensing the huge energy gathered by the Rainbow Bridge in Karak Budar, Elvis ignored the strong dissatisfaction of his officers and forcibly issued the order to retreat.

He had already made a judgment in his mind that these honorable Bretonnian monkeys had colluded with the rat men.

The Great Seer of Gray Claw was waiting for the opportunity to seize Caledor in his moment of weakness and spread the terror of the rats throughout the world.

The delay in fighting on the Tilean coastline will only allow the rats' tricks to succeed, and the Sotek Legion led by the Prophet will need to always pay attention to the movements in the south.

He wants to deal with these Holy Grail Knights who are shouting for war once and for all, and let the land south of the empire completely fall into Caledor's control!
When the order to retreat came, the commander of the Third Garrison of Kaled just wanted to insult the son of Hallandur as a fool. If the coastline cannot be maintained, it will be in a worse situation.

The Bretonnian monkey knights will continue to harass Caledor's controlled areas endlessly. The situation in Ulthuan is complicated and confusing, and the badlands are unable to send troops to support them. The Great Horned Viper will face a complete siege.

However, orders from superiors cannot be resisted. This has been an iron law since the founding of Caledor. Even though the Dragon Prince was reluctant, he finally allowed the third garrison to withdraw from the front line and let cannon fodder hired with gold leaf coins fill the line and cover it. .

He secretly swore in his heart that he would never forget this shame in his life. The Third Garrison had never made any move to retreat. This was the first and last time! (End of chapter)