Warlord: King of All Clans

Looking at the latest developments on the sand table, the other legion leaders had no idea how Hewan obtained this information, but that did not stop them from responding.

People in small places have very little exposure to supernatural ways, but that doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Maybe there’s a great witch who can predict the future hiding in the river bend?

Or like the high-level shamans worshipped in the Earl's main city, who know all kinds of mysterious high-level spells.

Knight Arnold has been fighting against the alien races for a long time and knows their details very well. He said, "This is the vanguard of the alien race. They fight in the same way as us. It seems that the leader of this alien army is quite capable."

"Except for those small foreign tribes that have nothing, larger foreign tribes will have the rudiments of a legion, and they won't all rush in all at once when they go to war."

"They will also send out vanguard troops to conduct reconnaissance, looting, and testing, and the main force will move only after receiving feedback."

Leo nodded. The intelligence of the troll race was no worse than that of humans. The only difference was that their social structure was still primitive.

The leader of such a large tribe has some military skills and will not lead an army of tens of thousands of people and run around like a headless fly as he did when he had only a few hundred people.

They do not have the insight of the atrium, so they can only rely on scouts and vanguard troops to obtain intelligence and decide their next move, just like the ancient armies.

Unfortunately, Leo has opened the full map vision.

Supported by almost transparent information, the two vanguard troops of the Troll Legion were like stripped girls, directly exposed to the human race's vision.

All the legion commanders present looked eagerly, waiting for Leo's assignment.

Leo looked at the data provided by Al and recorded by Freya, and gave an order: "Of these two thousand people, 70% are boarmen and gnolls, with only a few hundred trolls supervising the battle. The long-range threat is relatively low, so your two legions will handle it. The 1065 will be left to us."

Arnold and Rudolph looked at each other and said in unison, "Yes!"

Soon, two square-flag legions set out to meet the "Mixed 2096" and rushed to a suitable location to await the guests.

A mixed army of wild alien races, lacking weapons, armor and legionary discipline. Although their individual strength is slightly better than that of humans, they cannot defeat the same number of regular human troops in frontal combat.

But as the human race was the passive party, a tragic victory would be equivalent to a defeat. Leo directly sent the two flag legions to attack together, hoping to crush them with the advantage of military strength.

When everyone outside had left, heavy footsteps were heard from inside the house. The minotaur Strong hunched over and came out of the room. He came to the sand table and said excitedly, "Woof woof woof! The dog-headed artillery team is ready to go!"

Behind him was the dog-headed man Rambowan, whose size was no bigger than his thigh.

"The Kobold scout team has also assembled!"

For fear of scaring outsiders, Strong and Rambowan hid in the inner room and did not come out.

"Then let's go too."

In addition to one thousand human troops, Rio's River Bay Army also has two hundred kobold scouts and three hundred kobold artillery teams.

Although the Gnolls' frontal combat capabilities are poor, the former provide reconnaissance and the latter provide firepower, which is enough to reduce the combat pressure of the River Bend Army by half.

After a period of training and expansion, Strong's artillery team expanded to 300 people and had 30 shotguns of uniform specifications.

The structure of the artillery team has also been further optimized. Two werewolves, eight kobolds, and two northern donkeys form an artillery team.

In terms of human military discipline, the quality of the kobold army is worrying. The kobold artillerymen carefully selected and strictly trained by Strong can only barely meet the minimum standards.

Before this, there were many cases of people running out of ammunition and going to rob other teams, sitting on the ground crying because their werewolf brothers were injured and unable to move the 200-pound bronze cannon, and disappearing while walking on the road.

So now the artillery team consists of two strong and smart werewolves as captain and deputy captain, eight kobolds as auxiliary soldiers, and two northern donkeys providing transportation.

With ample manpower, the artillery team no longer has to reduce its firing frequency due to casualties, and may even be paralyzed in front of the battlefield.

The two kindergarten teachers can work together to take good care of eight children.

The bronze cannons in their hands were carefully crafted by the Hewan gunners, but they were still early cannons with small caliber and short range.

After a large number of actual combat tests, through the adjustment of the amount of powder, the calculation of the projection angle, and the emergence of lead bullets, the shotgun range of the artillery has exceeded 500 meters, and solid shells can be projected a distance of 1,000 meters.

But it mainly fires shotgun shells, which is equivalent to a large-sized tiger squat cannon and belongs to the mountain cannon type.

Therefore, Strong's artillery team was more of a mountain troop than an artillery unit. Their small-caliber bronze cannons lacked the ability to attack strongholds, but they provided fire suppression on the front battlefield, making them the top existence among mortal armies of this era.

The longbow corps composed of wild hunters was far inferior to them in terms of long-range firepower that could be burst out in a short period of time.

In addition to the shotguns that were put into actual combat in Strong's hands, the artillery research laboratory established by Hewan was also gradually getting on track. Mortars for siege and long-range cannons were slowly being developed.

However, due to the limited number of technicians and industrial base in Hewan, the research and development of these cannons progressed slowly, and the progress could only be calculated on a yearly basis.

A force of 1,500 men (dogs) and the 2,000-man Petukhov Corps of Soloviev Knights officially set out.

The Riverbend Army was enough to deal with a thousand trolls, but Leo liked strength in numbers and was willing to let Isenbol's ragtag army see the world.

After walking more than ten miles along the gravel road, they entered the forest diagonally and followed the edge of the gravel hills straight to the troll vanguard.

Walking on the simple mountain path opened up in the forest, Leo looked back at his troops, feeling a little helpless, but didn't say anything.

He did not want to fight this battle. The River Bay Army was currently in the process of switching between cold and hot weapons. Its combat effectiveness had not been improved across the ages, and it was unable to completely crush the enemy.

Those who join the regular army are carefully selected soldiers. They are not only trained in military qualities, but also in other aspects. Now they are even setting up literacy classes to popularize basic reading, writing and calculation skills in the military.

Such young and strong soldiers are the foundation of Hewan. They can also be talents when they retire to local areas. The death of any one of them will be a huge loss.

But his men did not see it that way. In the eyes of officers at all levels of the army, the current elite level of the River Bay Army was completely comparable to the Earl's Guards, and was the top existence in Isenpol.

It's time to show the neighbors how powerful they are!

Before the human army and the troll vanguard clashed, in the troll army camp in the Gravel Hills, the shadow hunter Asa sat cross-legged in front of the campfire, with her hands spread out in front of her, and two faint magical powers converged in front of her.

The magical power within a radius of hundreds of miles surged, vaguely appearing in her mind.