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2270: Chapter 757: Others Are Here to Fight a War, You’re Here to Avenge Past Humiliation—Impressive!

2270 -757: Others Are Here to Fight a War, You’re Here to Avenge Past Humiliation—Impressive!

General Baldwin angrily stomped his foot, but he knew the Frost Dwarves were just like that, with no filter on their mouths.

He could only shake his head, initially wanting to call his adjutant, Colonel Duke, but Colonel Duke was still organizing the defense over at Baphomet Canyon.

So he could only call another of his adjutants to fetch a bag of wine for the greedy dwarf and put it in the sidecar of his fierce mount.

However, before the General could awaken from the joy of receiving dual support from the Wilderness Corps and the Frost Dwarf Iron Foot Army, a battle report from Wasteland Mountain made his relieved heart tense up again.

“What?

Nearly two thousand people lost in last night’s battle!?

Was this battle fought with feet?”

Baldwin looked at the battle report written personally by Colonel Duke, and his face turned grim as he began to suspect that the Transia People deliberately let the Wolf People go so they could attack his troops.

But after reading the battle report, the General could only sigh helplessly.

If it weren’t for Lord Morphy holding back some of the Wolf People in Shadow Valley, the battle at the southern end of Baphomet Canyon last night would have been even more tragic.

The terrain there offered no natural defense, and the temporary positions created by the Silver Dwarfs were not perfect.

Moreover, Duke was facing the most fanatic Blood Scar Clan among the Wolf People; achieving this outcome was already quite commendable.

“General, should we let Colonel Duke retreat to the marsh?”

Another of Baldwin’s adjuncts spoke softly:

“I understand the necessity of this blockade, but continuing to hold our ground there might…

lead to considerable losses.”

“I know, but Governor Morphy is personally defending Shadow Valley, and the Polluted Swamp and Maginot Line still need time to be completed.

The fortification of Klim Fortress has only just begun, and the current castle can’t handle that damn Ratman’s underground raids.

If they retreat, there won’t be enough time.”

The General clenched his fists, saying:

“Duke must hold on, no matter how difficult it is!

Reinforce them with 1,500 Winter Wolf Monk Soldiers and Thorn Night Walkers from the castle, preserving as many of the injured as possible.

The field hospitals set up by the Transia People are quite good; I’ve personally inspected them.

Let’s send our wounded there as well.

And that damn ‘war insurance’…

I’ll pay for it; get insurance for all the soldiers.”

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“Colonel!

The scouts report movement among the Wolf People ahead!

They might attack again.”

Having not slept all night and being busy the entire morning, Colonel Duke, who had just dozed off at the position, was woken up by the messenger.

He rubbed his eyes, stood up, and grabbed his war knife as he strode out of his tent.

On this high ground with a crimson surface, the Colonel immediately saw the winding trenches ahead along with the barbed wire and chevaux-de-frise.

The soldiers were sitting in the trenches with their weapons, resting, but the bodies of the Wolf People from last night’s battle were still scattered in front of the positions.

The Dwarfs had shaped this terrain into a slope, making it more exhausting for the barbaric tribes to attack.

The experience from the Transia People at Blackflame Mountain Pass was a great help last night; at least the integration of blocking trenches and barbed wire could limit the number of Gnolls rushing through at once.

The Colonel’s troops responsible for the blockade were well armed, with sufficient supplies.

Except for this cursed terrain and those fanatically insane Blood Scar Wolf People, everything was fine.

“More of them died last night than us.

Are these Wolf People in such a hurry to meet their Evil God?”

After observing the Wolf People with binoculars from the high ground, Colonel Duke cursed furiously:

“Let their Evil God go to hell; no one, dammit, is crossing here to get into that damn canyon!

Tell the men to get ready; it’s noon now, and let’s greet them with precise artillery fire.

How are the dwarf’s tunnels?

Ready for use yet?

Didn’t they say the Transia People had killed many Wolf People with tunnels over the past three days?”

“They’re barely usable, Colonel, but only the main structure is completed.”

The Colonel’s adjunct responded:

“However, the Dwarfs say there are already Gnolls in the tunnel.

The large-scale actions by the Transia People must have alerted the enemy to the tunnel’s existence, and they’ve taken countermeasures.

We don’t have any shadow half-elf guides familiar with the terrain, Colonel, and sending our soldiers in recklessly might just lead to the Gnolls blocking and slaughtering them inside.”

“Ah, damn it!

I knew the Transia People held something back.

So cunning.”

Colonel Duke took a pinch of snuff and inhaled it forcibly to refocus.

He glanced to the other side, saying:

“Let the Transia people’s walking machine lead at the front.

That thing was a huge help last night!

I’m starting to understand why our Wolf Queen Majesty wants to emulate the Golden Flower People with military reforms.

If our Winter Wolf Army had similar mechanical behemoths, we’d have wiped out all the West Sacha Barbarians a hundred years ago.

This thing is awesome!

It has cannons and armor, isn’t afraid of swords, can breathe fire, and can crush those fervent dog-like creatures underfoot…

hmm, I’m beginning to like it.

Hey, if there’s a chance, I must give it a try myself someday.

Honestly, Moritz, I feel like I was born to pilot that thing.”

“Uh, Colonel, back in the military academy, you were notorious for being not so good at horseback riding…

Do you remember that disaster during our chase against the barbarians in the northern encounter when you tried riding drunk?

I think you should stay as far away from that steel beast as possible.

Really, it’ll bring you misfortune.”

“Ah, my poor Moritz, do you know why, despite us graduating the same year, I’m already a colonel while you’re still a captain?”

“Huh?

Why?

To be honest, I’ve always been curious about that.”

“Haha, learn to keep your mouth shut when you should, you moron.

Now grab your weapon; the Wolf People are coming.

Those dog-like creatures defeated the vampires and the Golden Flower People, and they think they can beat us too.

Fools!

The sons of the Great Wilderness will demonstrate their loyalty through action; they shall not pass!”