Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Garin led the infantry and musketeers, following the cavalry out of the city. When they arrived at the mouth of the canyon, the battle was nearing its end.

The musketeers stayed on standby while the infantry moved forward to harvest the last wave of heads.

Galin Amor rode on his warhorse and watched the trolls' final struggle. As Danas cut off the acting commander's head, the trolls' attack on the southern mines ended.

Garin dismounted, jumped a little on the spot, relaxed his thighs which were a little numb from being rubbed on the warhorse, and then approached the center of the battlefield with Amor.

"A crushing defeat, Your Highness."

Amor walked beside Garin, commenting on the battle.

"We mobilized twice as many troops as the trolls, Mr. Amor."

"Number of people is a factor that determines the outcome of a battle, but it is not the most important, Your Highness. The Red Flame is not only elite, but also very resilient. If the casualty rate of an ordinary army exceeds 5%, it is likely to suffer from low morale and a total rout. The blocking team fought to the death and refused to retreat. They can no longer be described as elite. You have initially helped them to gather a spirit."

In the face of Amor's praise, Garin remained silent. This was not his credit, but the soldiers in the base were trained to have such qualities.

Varokar, who was closest to them, first saw His Royal Highness the Prince surrounded by musketeers, dismounted his horse, and strode over.

"Your Highness, we won."

"Bullshit, I saw it. I told you to read more books, but now you can't even flatter. How are the casualties in the army?"

"There were 300 cavalrymen, 57 were wounded, and eight brothers were killed."

After Varokal finished speaking, his excitement was reduced by half.

Looking at Varokal's changing expressions, although Garin also understood his mentality of losing his comrades, he believed that kindness does not command an army and righteousness does not command wealth. As his confidant, Garin hoped that he could reach higher heights.

"Carl, cheer up. The brothers sacrificed their lives for Stromgarde. Their deaths were noble. The Red Flame Army is not afraid of sacrifice. We who are still alive must shoulder their responsibilities. I hope you understand!"

Garin also felt very upset, especially for the infantrymen who had made the first teleportation with Gandalf, who had to fight off trolls that were ten times their number. Their deaths were not just a string of numbers in the post-war report, they were lying on the battlefield in front of them, and they were still alive half a day ago.

This is war.

"As commanders, what we can do is to formulate a good battle plan for each battle and try to reduce the casualties of our brothers." Garin patted Varokar on the shoulder and said, "Read more military books, Karl. Go back and memorize the Thirty-Six Stratagems I wrote first."

After hearing what Garin said, Varokar's face was very interesting for a moment, with excitement for winning the battle, frustration for the death of soldiers, and fear for being asked to endorse.

At this time, Omar walked over dragging his tired body. The high-intensity combat not only consumed his physical strength, but the huge pressure and casualties of the blocking battle also caused him to suffer excessive mental damage.

"Are you hurt, Omar?"

"I'm fine, your highness. I just feel a little tired. My brothers worked very hard. We didn't take a step backward."

"I see, you are all great. How is it going over there, Danas?"

Garin praised the performance of Omar and his men, saying that compared to Varokal, Omar was a better commander.

"The battle here is over. General Danas just killed the troll commander and is now besieging a small group of witch doctors protected by the trolls. I am preparing to clean up the battlefield with the less injured brothers."

"Pay attention to cleaning up the battlefield later. Have the brothers work in pairs. Be careful. Trolls have strong vitality and strong self-healing ability. Don't let anything go wrong. Go ahead, I'll go find Danas."

"Okay, Your Highness, I'll pay attention."

After instructing Omar and asking Varokar to help Omar clean up the battlefield, he led his guards through the center of the battlefield and headed for the open space at the mouth of the canyon, where a group of soldiers had gathered and surrounded the troll witch doctors who had tried to approach and interrupt Gandalf's spell.

Along the way, the soldiers had already started to finish off the trolls lying on the ground, and were then piling up their bodies. Others were sorting out the bodies of their fallen comrades and wrapping them up. The more seriously injured soldiers had been gathered together by Omar, and scrolls of life were given to them.

The nearly 100-meter-long road was piled with corpses, especially on the front line of the infantry team. The front line where they formed a shield wall to block the trolls was piled with corpses. What was also quite conspicuous was the large area of ​​frost in the middle, on top of which were a large number of troll corpses frozen by ice.

These are all Gandalf's masterpieces.

Garin observed for a while and found that the casualties were still within his expectations. The battle on the city wall was basically three against one, and the casualties on his side were minimal. The injured soldiers were basically able to move freely under the treatment of the life scroll.

The main casualties were still in the blocking battle. Among the 240 people in the first team, 180 infantrymen faced nearly 2,000 trolls and lost hundreds of people.

The team that Gandalf brought over the second time suffered about fifty casualties.

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Although the overall casualties were not large, the death of more than a hundred soldiers still made Garin grimly grimace with heartache.

As soon as we approached the encirclement, we heard Danas's roar: "You are a bunch of ungrateful dogs. Your resistance is meaningless. Shoot!"

Danas became a little furious after hearing this. He didn't know how this last group of trolls angered him.

In the end, no matter how many witch doctors this group of trolls had, or how strange their voodoo spells were, any resistance was meaningless in the face of dozens of times more human soldiers, and they died under Danas's angry command.

Garin stopped, and after a burst of gunfire, the field fell silent.

"Clean the battlefield."

After Danas gave the order, he pushed through the crowd and walked out, cursing.

"Hey! Jialin, you're here!"

When Danas saw Garin, he strode forward.

"A nice win, Garin."

"A hearty fight, Danas."

The two funny guys started a business teasing session.

"What were you doing just now? The main battle is over. Why did it take so long to annihilate the last group of trolls?"

"I want to persuade them to surrender, and then we can present the prisoners at the city gate. Let the people in the city see that we have wiped out an entire troll army and captured their witch doctor alive. Wow, how glorious it will be."

Jialin curled his lips. This kid was so stupid after listening to his storytelling that he even wanted to imitate our Chinese ancestors and perform a ceremony of offering captives.

"You are wasting your time. A dead troll is a good troll. Why do you have to use a living one? It would be the same if you just got a cart full of troll heads."