Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0079 Influence
The three 10,000-man armies of the Alante Empire retreated, and after leaving behind the bodies of nearly 7,000 soldiers that covered the entire wilderness, they finally left the damn hell of Maritsa.
Behind them, there were densely packed corpses, and the flags of the Alante Empire fell on these corpses, and no one even dared to pick them up. Everyone was desperately looking at the wall that had just spewed out countless flames in the depths of the small woodland, with deep fear and sorrow.
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If the enemy is a little more insidious and bolder, they can even completely annihilate these 30,000 Alante soldiers and not let a single one escape. As long as the enemy waits until they are one hundred meters closer and then opens fire, the losses of these three Alante phalanxes may be double what they are now.
"Attacking is basically suicide. The enemy has the fighting power to slay a dragon. We should all feel lucky that they did not leave the city to fight." A commander sighed depressedly as he watched his own army collapse and retreat, unable to even muster the last bit of fighting spirit.
He really couldn't believe that his immediate superior, General Zorn, would order an attack on such a city - the combat effectiveness of the two sides was not at the same level at all. Let alone attacking, being able to hold the position would be a very good outcome.
If he knew there was a word called "plane", he would even use "not in the same plane" to describe the gap between the Marichane garrison and the army he commanded. That is the gap between the mortal empire and the magic empire, which is insurmountable...
Another commander of the 10,000-man army also had a bitter look on his face. His troops had not been involved in this suicidal attack just now, but he had watched the entire process, so he was very aware of the gap between them and their opponents: "Yes, if the other side understands this and pulls out the soldiers to form a battle line, we will have no choice but to retreat."
The third general rolled his eyes. He could feel his calves trembling even while riding on his horse. He saw with his own eyes that a commander of a 10,000-man army was hit by a shell in the team, and the entire 10,000-man army fell into chaos in an instant.
The opponent's long-range attack power is already stronger than that of the Magic Empire. At least in terms of shelling, the artillery of Ailan Hill can provide fire support for its friendly forces at a distance of more than 3 kilometers - the Holy Demon Empire can hardly do this.
He was now very glad that he was not the first to walk into such a battlefield, so he complained quietly: "The question is, can we escape? The enemy just needs to keep biting our rear guard troops and slaughtering them. By the time we return to Farud, it will be good if there are 100,000 people left."
"You are so optimistic. Do you dare to stay in Farud under such circumstances?" The officer who spoke first sneered and said, "Facing such a force, we will definitely not be able to defend Farud."
Yes, who would dare to face such an enemy head-on? If they really had the courage, they should have died on the battlefield against the Holy Demon Empire when the Holy Demon Empire was bullying them, right?
Shouldn't the courage of mortals have been trampled under the feet of magicians long ago? Why did the mortal empire of Ailan Hill have the courage to fight against the dragon? Why could those mortals, who were also mortals, accomplish the feat of slaying the dragon?
Throughout the ages, how many heroes have raised the banner of opposing the Magic Empire? How many brave soldiers were willing to stand up and follow them? But in the end? They were all buried in the long river of history, and no one succeeded.
The problem is... now there is a group of people who have succeeded! It is not surprising that they raised the banner to fight against the Holy Demon Empire, but it is a miracle that they were able to win! This miracle will eventually be like light, illuminating the entire darkness.
God knows how many people will rush to Ireland Hill after hearing about Maritza's shocking battle. God knows how many people will be willing to fight for Ireland Hill with their lives - those who still have hope in their hearts and courage in their bones will become the cornerstone of Ireland Hill's rise.
All the mortal empires knew that only those who still had courage and hope were the most valuable talents. All the leaders who raised the banner of resistance against the magic empire wanted to recruit these people and shouldered the heavy burden of the mortals' resistance against the magicians.
After countless failures, as long as slogans against the Magic Empire are shouted, there will still be people willing to use their lives to support such a monarch leader - then, when the mortals all over the world hear of Maritza's victory, what will they think?
How many civilians would be willing to become Elanhill people? How many armies would enter Elanhill to fight for it? How many wealthy people would be willing to donate their wealth? How many...
Just think about it, and you will know how limitless the future of Ailan Hill is. If Ailan Hill can maintain Marica's victory, then Ailan Hill can become the only mortal empire in the world if it wants!
Just imagine it, and the scene will make your blood boil! Billions of people will sing to a flag, millions of soldiers will go through fire and water for a name, and the wisest counselors and the bravest generals in the entire mortal world will be loyal to only one person...
"I really feel a little sympathetic towards Franky and Adam now..." More and more commanders joined the pessimistic discussion, expressing their willingness to retreat: "Facing such an army, losing the city is not a shameful thing."
The commander's words were echoed by his colleagues. Before, when they heard the news that Adam was defeated and died, and Franky was defeated after a hard fight, they thought that these two people underestimated the enemy or were not worthy of their reputation. Now it seems that no matter how much they value the enemy in front of them, they can't escape the fate of a miserable defeat.
"Yes! It deserves sympathy..." Another commander smiled bitterly and looked with eager eyes at the huge black golden eagle flag of Elanhill covered in dragon blood on the distant city wall.
Perhaps, if General Franky had seen the Battle of Maritza, he would not have died in that hellish place of Volavor? If he knew that Ailan Hill had finally become the hope of mortals defeating the magic empire, the old general might have been relieved to stand on Ailan Hill's side, right?
The commander seemed to have some thoughts in mind. He smiled at his colleagues and left the grove overlooking the entire battlefield. Strictly speaking, this grove was actually within the range of Ailan Hill's artillery and was not considered safe.
"It seems that we can no longer rely on these mortal troops." Looking at the corpses in the distance, General Moss, the commander of the Holy Demon Empire, knew that continuing to send soldiers to attack the city would be of no use except for the loss of more troops.
"Surrounding this place is not a good option either." He then spoke again, denying another seemingly reasonable attack mode: "As long as the enemy wants to break out, they can break out and leave. In this case, dividing the troops to siege, there will be no better outcome than being divided and eliminated."
"Obviously, these mortals have really created some amazing weapons." General Moss frowned, thinking about how to stabilize the situation.
In front of an army of more than 100,000 mortals, commanding 3,000 magic cavalry to attack the enemy's city wall? If it were in the past, he would certainly make such a decision without thinking twice. Anyway, there would be no accidents, and there would be no losses...
But now, he didn't dare to take the risk: if the attack failed, it wouldn't matter if he lost some cavalry, but if he gave some "power of faith" to the mortals on the opposite side, it was very likely that the Alante troops here would turn against him.
The dignity of the Holy Demon Empire had already been seriously challenged, and the head of a giant dragon was still hanging on the top of the city wall of Maritsa. In this case, if he was defeated again, the consequences would be unimaginable.
So he couldn't take any risks. He could only cautiously engage in battle when he was sure of victory, and then naturally demonstrate the majesty of the Holy Demon Empire once again in front of an army of hundreds of thousands to intimidate these mortals who were ready to make moves.
Just as he was thinking about how to break the current situation, three giant dragons circled down in the sky and landed on the reverse slope behind the woods. Irdo, who was a little embarrassed, jumped off the dragon's back and walked to General Moss with his sword.
"General!" He stood in front of General Moss, looking a little tired, and said in a sad voice, "I failed to complete the general's mission and failed to destroy Maritza. I am very sorry!"
It was different from the first time he came to the Mortal Empire with General Moss to carry out a warning to the Alante Empire. This time he no longer had the arrogance of a dragon knight of the Holy Demon Empire, and seemed to have a bit more worldly air of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
"Glad you're back! Glad you're back!" General Moss patted Irdo's arm, expressing his tolerance. After comforting Irdo, he asked about the current situation: "I'm going to attack Maritza, what do you think?"
"I just saw this attack from the side. These cunning mortals did not use their truly terrible weapons! So you can't attack Marica head-on! That would be no different from suicide!" Irdo stopped General Moss's risky behavior.
"Do they have more terrible weapons?" General Moss was stunned, then looked in the direction of Maritza with an incredible look on his face: "This is really... unexpected news!"
