I use ninjutsu to create gods in another world

Although Deron's plan is good, it is also the best plan of the Sisi'ol Empire at present. Unfortunately, the devil is as high as the Dao. After getting the affirmation of the Beast God, Gibil's confidence doubled and he no longer had any worries. Five days later, the attack on human forces was launched.

Although the human army has established some defenses, it was too hasty for a while, and there are no top human strongmen in this army. The strongest one is just a sword king.

The 50,000 vanguard troops were unable to stop the torrent of orcs and quickly disappeared on the Miracle Continent.

"Report, Marshal, we have received information that the beast tribe launched a fierce attack on my forward troops today. Although our troops tried their best to resist, they were defeated. All 50,000 soldiers were wiped out, and no one survived."

"puff!"

Although he was mentally prepared, Deron still spat out a mouthful of blood when he heard the news.

"Pass... pass... my order to speed up the construction of traps and fortifications. No one is allowed to attack the orcs without authorization. The troops are divided into pieces and mainly focus on harassment. Remember, as long as one orc can be killed, then Even if it’s a success.”

"Yes, Marshal. But the forward troops were completely wiped out, and within the empire..."

"Don't worry, although they will be dissatisfied, they don't dare to jump out at this time, because no one wants to take my position. Marshal, these two words may seem beautiful, but if you are not careful, you will be infamy for thousands of years."

Gibil looked at the orc troops who were cleaning the battlefield, his eyes flashing with light.

"Your Majesty, this human army has a total of 50,000 people. There are no deserters. All of them died in the battle..." Zordon said excitedly. Looking at his expression, it is not difficult to see the trace of worry.

"Our casualties?"

"Three thousand dead, seven thousand injured..." Before Zordon could answer, the tauren Quill said loudly, as if he was asking for credit.

"Huh? Minister of War Quill, do you think this number is something to be proud of?"

"Of course, Your Majesty, every time we attacked Fort Meades in the past, we would sacrifice tens of thousands of lives. This time we only paid 3,000 and annihilated 50,000 humans. Shouldn't it be worthy of praise?" Quill Staring at those big copper bell-like eyes, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Quil, don't be rude to His Majesty." Chianai roared from the side.

"It's okay, Chianai." Gibil stopped Chianai, then slowly walked to Quill, looked at his huge body and said: "Quil, I admit that we have achieved great success in this battle. , it can also be called the lowest loss ratio since our war with mankind, but have you ever thought about a question..."

"What's the problem?" Quil asked doubtfully.

"That is, in the past, the main forces we used to attack Fort Meade were Rats and Pigs. Their combat power was not high and they were often used as cannon fodder. But this time, Rats and Pigs did not fight as forwards. Sequence, they are mainly responsible for logistics.”

"so what?"

"In other words, the three thousand people we died this time were all the elite of our orc army. They were trolls, werewolves, and tauren. These are the foundation for our conquest of the Miracle Continent. We only have a total of 8 of these elites. , there are five thousand casualties here, how many humans are there on the Miracle Continent? Based on this casualty ratio, how far do you think we can go?"

"This..." Quil was speechless by Gibil's words and froze in place.

"In addition, this is not Fort Medes. They have no solid city walls and no support from magicians. They took away the lives of three thousand of our elites with just the weapons in their hands. Do you still think this is a result of this battle? An honor?"

Quill did not retort, but shook his head, then half-knelt down and lowered his head.

"Okay, Quill, I don't mean to blame you. Now the situation between us and the human race has been completely reversed, and we can't fight like before. It's time to change our approach."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"Well, by the way, Zordon, how many supplies have we seized this time?" Gibil turned to Zordon and asked.

"This is exactly what I want to report to Your Majesty. Although we have annihilated 50,000 human troops, the supplies we captured this time are not as much as what we obtained when we defeated a thousand-man army before."

"Well... this is what I expected. There are many wise men among humans. I guess they already understand where our weaknesses are."

"If the battle line is too long, it will be difficult to supply. If you march straight into the sea, it will be like a lone sail entering the sea. If you are not careful, you will be buried in the sea, just like walking on thin ice." Gibil sighed.

Zordon wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how to speak, but Quill looked like he had done something wrong and lowered his head in self-concern.

Gibil looked around and found that no one could help him share his worries. He suddenly felt bored and finally understood why wise men are always lonely.

It's not that the wise are arrogant, but that no one can understand what they think, say or do, and then they lose interest in communication.

"Sigh... go down and order everyone to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible. Remember, human corpses are burned on the spot, and no corpses are used as food rations."

"This... Your Majesty, we don't have much food in stock. It will take several days for the supply logistics troops to arrive. The supplies captured this time are not enough. If we don't use humans as rations, then we will starve." Zordon tried to dissuade him.

"Tell them that the Si'ol Empire is already prepared for us. Even if we attack again, we won't get many resources. However, the Outlets are not prepared for us. They quickly clean up the battlefield and leave behind a A small number of people are stationed here, and the rest must be well prepared before dawn tomorrow to fight towards the Outlets."

"Uh... I obey, Your Majesty."

After Zordon finished speaking, he left with Quill, leaving Gibil and Chianai alone.

"Your Majesty, you have changed."

"Oh? What has changed?"

"You wouldn't have given such an order before, but now..."

"But what is it? Have you developed compassion for humans?"

"Yes."

"Hahahaha, Qiyanai, my dear partner, I not only have to issue an order prohibiting the consumption of human corpses, but I also have to keep human prisoners."

"Prisoners? Your Majesty, our orcs have never kept prisoners." Qiyanai was shocked.

"It didn't exist before, but it exists now, because we are no longer an orc tribe, but an orc empire, and the land under our feet is no longer a barren land, but a rich and miraculous continent."

"Any living thing will fight to the death when faced with death, but if there is a glimmer of hope, who is willing to die."

In the headquarters of the Si'ol Empire's army, Deron was studying the map, his eyes full of solemnity.

Deron's adjutant walked into the tent, looked at Deron's tall body, and said with a tired expression: "Marshal, you haven't rested for several days. You should take a rest before the orcs attack."

Deron slowly turned around, looked at his adjutant and asked: "What's the situation ahead? Is there still no trace of the orcs?"

"Yes, Marshal, the orcs stopped attacking uncharacteristically after wiping out the forward troops. According to reports from the scouts, the orcs actually started camping in place and started building fortifications."

"No, no, the orcs must be planning something, otherwise they would definitely not stop."

"Isn't this good? Marshal, wouldn't it be better if the orcs don't continue to attack, so we have more time to prepare."

"Having said that, abnormality is a monster. Previously, we analyzed that the orcs wanted to invade Si'ol at lightning speed and then seize a large amount of resources so that they could gain a foothold in the Miracle Continent. But now the situation is completely opposite. , It’s inappropriate, it’s inappropriate, by the way, where are the reinforcements from Poseidon Pavilion and the Walton family?”

"We have received information that the elites of Poseidon Pavilion and the Walton family have arrived two hundred miles away from us. The 100,000 mercenaries summoned by the Mercenary King have also begun to set off and will arrive at the front line in three days."

If this news was normal, it would indeed be considered exciting news, but now it makes Delong even more confused.

"Marshal, your Majesty just ordered someone to send a batch of supplies. In addition, after the news that the orcs stopped attacking was sent back to the imperial capital, the entire Hailan City cheered. Your Majesty was even more happy. I believe your reward will arrive here soon."

"Confused, confused, this is far from the time of cheering. You understand that the stop of the orcs has nothing to do with us at all."

"Alas... Marshal, I don't know, but at this time the empire needs news of victory and a hero, so that they can appease their fearful hearts."

"We can't continue to wait like this. Send me an order. If the orcs don't have an attack posture tomorrow, then we must take the lead in attacking and reveal the orcs' true intentions, even if we pay the price."

"Take the initiative to attack? This... Marshal, I think we should think twice before taking action."

"It's too late. Three days have passed. If we can't understand the real intention of the orcs, then our next battle will be completely passive."

The next day, a team of five thousand troops gathered in front of the orc army. Delong looked at the miles of orc tents with a hint of determination in his eyes.

Just when Delong was about to give the order to attack, a rapid voice interrupted him.

"Marshal Delong, please stop the attack temporarily."

Delong withdrew his right hand, and then looked at the visitor in confusion.

The person who came was none other than Hailan City’s garrison general and core member of the Chel family, Shabe Chel.

"Shabei? Why are you here? Are you in the imperial capital?" Delong was shocked.

"Marshal, don't panic. There is nothing wrong with the Imperial Capital. I am here to convey His Majesty's orders."

"Your Majesty's order?" Delong dismounted doubtfully, and then slowly knelt down on one knee.

"Order Marshal Delong to lead his troops to retreat and build fortifications fifty miles away from the orcs."

"Retreat fifty miles? Shabei, you know that this place is only three hundred miles away from Hailan City. If I retreat fifty miles, it is equivalent to losing the sniper position of fifty miles."

"I understand, but Marshal, the threat from the orcs should be temporarily lifted."

"Relieved?" Delong asked in confusion.

"Yes, we received a tip today that an orc force has invaded the Outlet Empire. Judging from its size, there should be tens of thousands of people. It should be the main force of the orcs."

"What? The orcs went to attack the outlets?"

"Yes, Marshal."

"Oops... Outlets is currently fighting against the Sark Empire. Now that the orcs join, won't they be attacked from both sides?"

Sabei did not answer, but stared directly at Delong.

"No, if this continues, Outlets will never be able to stop them. We should immediately send troops to deal with the troops in front of us, and then support Outlets."

After Delong finished speaking, he was running around in circles anxiously. Just when he was about to give the order, he saw Shabei's ugly expression.

With a thud, Delong's heart skipped a beat, and then he seemed to remember something: "Shabei, the real purpose of your coming here is not to convey the news, but to stop my next move."

Sabei nodded.

"why?"

"Marshal, you understand. You don't need too much explanation from me."

"I understand, how can I not understand? Since the orcs have given up on the Si'or Empire, why should we go to trouble to attack them? As for supporting the outlets, hehe, that is even more nonsense, haha Ha ha……"

Delong looked up to the sky and roared, but the laughter was full of bitterness.

Although Shabei has been guarding the imperial capital for a long time, he is still a general and has a general strategic vision.

At this time, Shabei felt uncomfortable because Delong had just proposed that supporting the outlets was the most correct direction. However, the group of people in the imperial capital did not think so.

Looking at the problem from the perspective of the empire and from the perspective of the human race, I see that everything is different.

"Shabei, I know you must have a secret order in your hand, but I ask you to take it out later."

"Later? What does the marshal mean?"

"Let me lead the troops to destroy the orc army in front of me, and then I will hand over all the military power to you."

"This... Marshal, I..." Shabei kept struggling in his heart.

"Shabei, please count me on Delong."

Seeing that Delong was about to kneel down again, Sabei hurriedly supported him, and then said firmly: "Marshal, I will leave here immediately and show up again at noon tomorrow..."

"Thanks……"

Sabei shook his head, then got on his horse, looked at the sky that seemed to be stained with blood, and left quickly.

"Adjutant, gather all our troops and launch an attack before dark today to keep these beasts here forever."

"Yes!"

Night is not the best time for humans to launch an attack, because most orcs are born with the ability to see at night, and humans will undoubtedly suffer a lot if they fight at night.

But at this time, Delong could no longer care. The 200,000-strong army was ready to go, with their weapons drawn out, with the cavalry in front and the infantry behind, and they charged towards the orc leader.

After a period of panic, the orcs quickly stabilized.

Although Gibil took away most of the elites, and most of the remaining ones were logistics personnel, any of the orcs' logistics personnel were comparable to ordinary human soldiers.

Even without armor or weapons, Skaven can use their fangs and claws to tear open human chests.

Blood, roars, and screams intertwined together, making the night dyed with a bright red.

Delong rode his horse and attacked from left to right, taking away countless lives with the long sword in his hand.

Roar……

A loud roar broke the dark night, and everyone looked towards the roar, only to see a hill raising its head and roaring. The horses under the cavalry were frightened and began to run randomly.

"An ancient beast? Why is there still an oracle beast here? Didn't the main force of the orcs take it away?"

After Delong was surprised for a moment, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and then he flew up and attacked the oracle-bone beast.