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Years of experience tell Hu Yongxian that not all white people are cowards, and there are heroes and admirable warriors among them. But no matter what, the concept of "warrior" cannot be expanded to everyone in the entire army. However, the current situation is so strange that those white people will never retreat. Although their comprehensive combat power is far inferior to that of the northern barbarians, they are extremely fierce. Even if they only have the last breath, they must rush over and hold their opponents tightly with both hands to fight for the opportunity to shoot the target for their companions.

Such a fighting style caused heavy casualties in the barbarian army. After three consecutive attacks, less than 50% of those who came back alive. Especially in the second battle, the chances of survivors on the battlefield were even lower, only 30%.

Hu Yong first asked those who came out of seclusion to catch as many prisoners as possible and return.

This kind of thing used to be very simple. As long as you break through the white army, you can easily catch hundreds or thousands, or even more like catching sheep. However, the situation is so strange. Now the white people seem to have received the blessing of the God of Courage, and they become extremely difficult to deal with. They will not escape like before, nor will they throw away their weapons and kneel on the ground to beg for mercy. As a last resort, barbarian soldiers can only approach hand-to-hand combat, use shields and warhammers to knock them out, and use this stupid method to catch more than a dozen people back.

The secret of Migal's No. 44 potion has been revealed.

According to the captive's confession, the officers would distribute this potion in advance during each battle. One serving per person was placed in a sealed glass bottle, with a single bottle of ten milliliters in capacity.

Hu Yong was very curious first. He asked his soldiers to drink a bottle of this potion, but it had no effect.

The genetic differences between the northern barbarians and the southern whites are very different. Although the two have the same ancestral origin, the differences in races have led to changes in the genetic codes since ancient times. Simply put, a virus is only effective for white people but cannot break through the barbarians' immune system. The same is true for the potions.

Hu Yong had no time to study the potion, and he had to solve the problem in front of him as soon as possible. Three consecutive attacks hit the white army hard, and the brave barbarian soldiers killed at least 150,000 people. Such a record was enough to completely collapse the white army, but now it is just a superficial one and cannot hurt the huge Kingdom coalition.

The three commanders gathered in Hu Yongxian's private room, left and left, and secretly discussed countermeasures.

"The casualties are too great. This is the first time I have fought the war like this since I took over the position of commander... I have sent messengers to ask for help from each tribe, and I can receive a reply within a week at most." Hu Yong looked very tired. His gray hair was more white than before, and the wrinkles on his face were more obvious.

"At present, we can only maintain the status quo and can't take the initiative. We have too many casualties. The loss rate of the elite troops exceeds 80%. The remaining people cannot move no matter what. We must wait until the reinforcements come up before making plans." Yingzhen's cheeks were covered with stubble. During this period, he focused on military affairs and was unable to take care of his personal appearance. Bloodshots were often seen in his eyes.

Shi Zhenghao, who is calm, shook his head and expressed his different opinions: "From the current situation, we may not be able to defend it anymore. The potion developed by the whites is very terrible, which directly increased the overall combat power of their army several times. I think it is time to change the past practices and can no longer use long swords to fight with battle axes. Even if we can't find sulfur and cannot create gunpowder, we should think of other ways to fundamentally change it."

Hu Yongxian's voice was a little weak: "It's useless to say these things now. We have to solve the current problem. I'm not asking you to come here to complain. Let's talk about what do you think you should do to solve those damn white artillery?"

A trace of surprise flashed deep in Yingzhen's eyes. He subconsciously turned his head to look at Shi Zhenghao sitting on the side, and found that the muscles on the other party's face twitched, his lips slightly opened, showing an unexpected look.

Hu Yong is not an incompetent waste at all, otherwise he would not have been elected as commander by the tribal congress to guard the Dragon Pass.

It is actually very simple to deal with white people. The barbarians are more physical, speed, and strength than their opponents in many aspects, and they will never be at a disadvantage when fighting in hand-to-hand combat. But the problem now is not just that kind of potion, but the worse is artillery.

The whites have completed the comprehensive setup of the artillery troops. There are as many as 50,000 heavy protective arrays in front of them, and there are also 50,000 musketeers and halberd soldiers on both wings ready to reinforce at any time. The array of turtles and hedgehogs is far away from the Dragon Lock Pass and is not within the range of archers and crossbows.

If you want to solve the problem of those artillery, you must go out of seclusion to fight, and you must use powerful force to smash the thick protective array of the white army. However, as time goes by, all aspects are constantly improving, their artillery can provide strong support to the infantry in the front. Now it is much more difficult to go out of seclusion than when the Kingdom Alliance just arrived. Their long-range artillery fire can form barrages and close the city gates, resulting in the barbarian army having to pay a heavy price regardless of whether they enter or exit.

Yingzhen Quan knew that Hu Yongxian had problems with the early command. If he had led the entire army to forcibly attack without regard to casualties, even if the whites had that strange potion, they could at least destroy some of their artillery. The commando did not return to the city and roamed outside the walls, and could throw supplies from the top of the city to provide them with supplies. As long as they continued to attack, the whites could not build artillery positions in such a short time.

It's too late to say anything now.

This is not Hu Yongxian’s fault. None of the three commanders, whether it is Ying Zhenquan or Shi Zhenghao, would have thought that things would turn out like this. They lacked understanding of hot weapons and tactics, especially artillery. Lock Dragon Pass has stood on the border of the northern continent for thousands of years with its strong walls and long-range weapons. Who would have thought that it would collapse at any time by only a few hundred artillery pieces?

"Are you planning to pray to the patron saint?" Ying Zhenquan lowered his head, inserted his five fingers deep into the depths of his messy hair, and grabbed it hard from the root of the hair. The pain of self-torture helps his confused brain become awake in an instant.

Hu Yong unbuttoned the buttons of his breastplate first. This thing was too heavy and he was a little breathless when he was older: "I have thought about every detail these days... I don't want to do this either. This is the only way."

Shi Zhenghao sat on the chair, his legs spread apart. He had always been a little nervous: "...I'm afraid that this would not work. The guardian god had sent down the oracle before: the cycle of prayer cannot be less than a hundred years. The last time we prayed until now, the time is too short, I'm afraid..."

Hu Yong first interrupted him in a calm tone: "Do you have any better way?"

"The white cannons sealed the city gates, and our people couldn't get out."

"The situation will get worse and worse. Now even the observation posts on the city wall cannot guarantee safety. The white people's artillery technology has improved a lot more than before. They can hit higher and farther. All our towers were blown up, and more than two hundred people died."

"I have been observing their banner these days. The five kingdoms jointly attacked. The day before yesterday was the kingdom of God. Yesterday it was the Rhine Kingdom, and today it was our old rival, the Kingdom of Jin Lily... The white dwarfs learned to be smart. They took turns to fight to ensure the supply of gunpowder and shells. If we continue to fight like this, we won't last long."

It was not very good to suppress anger. Ying Zhenquan wanted to roar in the outbreak and refute Hu Yongxian with fierce words.

He finally said no word... Hu Yong was right first, the current Dragon Locking Pass is a dead end, and no method used before can be solved. No matter how many people die, no matter how many troops they send, it will be useless.

Taking a deep breath, he could not release the anger in his chest, swung his fist, and with heavy and violent force, he slammed hard on the ground under his feet. The hard bricks were split into pieces, and with the fist landing as the core, several cracks spreading towards the surroundings appeared.

Slowly retracting his tense fist, Ying Zhenquan stared at Hu Yongxian with his red eyes, and asked in a deep voice: "Do you want to fight the national war?"

Hu Yongxian's wrinkled cheeks floated with a firm expression: "As long as you get the help of the guardian god, everything is not a problem. Locking Dragon Pass is our foundation and the most precious wealth left to us by our ancestors. The kings of all races will never sit idly by. I have received the reply from His Majesty the Lion King. Reinforcements from the rear are being organized, with a total of 600,000 people. The vanguard will arrive tomorrow afternoon."

Yingzhenquan slowly realized the number "600,000" in silence. This is the reinforcements sent by the Lion Clan, and there will be no fewer reinforcements from other tribes. According to this ratio, the total number of reinforcements of all tribes in the entire northern continent should be about two million.

This is almost the limit of the barbarians' troops. The biggest constraint is still food. Otherwise, with the practice of the whole barbarian nation being soldiers, excluding the elderly and children, more than 80% of people can go to the battlefield.

"We must maintain the current situation, and the people below must not be in chaos. Tell the commanders at all levels that they must stabilize the morale of the army. If anyone finds that they spread panic remarks, they will kill them on the spot!" Hu Yongxian spoke slowly and was full of murderous intent.

Ying Zhenquan stood up in silence, nodded, turned around and walked out without saying a word.

He is a practical person. Since he has decided to solve the problem, the next thing he has to do is to execute the commands.

Shi Zhenghao also left the seat, and he bowed to Hu Yong first: "I'll prepare all kinds of items needed for the sacrificial ceremony."

Hu Yong waved tiredly: "Go!"

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It feels bad to do nothing.

In fact, Tianhao has not been idle for this period. He got some white weapons seized from the warehouse in the previous battle. After careful study, he also got several bottles of Migaard No. 44 potion brought by the white captive. Due to the environment, he could not analyze it and could only leave it until he returned to the territory.

Tian Kuang took his personal guards to make a sand table for the Dragon Lock Pass. Tian Hao repeatedly deduced it and could not find the way to win under the artillery blockade. The conclusion he came to was frustrating. In his current state, no matter how many people came out of seclusion, they would die.

Unless there are artillery, power, especially artillery with a range that is equal to that of the whites. Taking advantage of the terrain advantages of the Dragon Lock Pass, the height difference will make the defenders have a longer range, fundamentally lift the opponent's blockade, and then send mobile troops to fight the whites.

The No. 44 potion of Migaard is not as terrible as imagined. Although this thing is good, it has great side effects. Once the five-hour potency period is over, the taker will become sore muscles, numb nerves, and drowsy... This is the price that must be paid to control the central nervous system with drugs. Those white soldiers who have taken drugs must sleep for at least ten hours to recover. Therefore, the white general is cautious about the use of the potion. Only soldiers sent to the front to form a defensive array will be distributed. At the same time, the order is strictly ordered that "the barbarians must be seen leaving the city before they can be used." If the situation is stable and there is no battle, soldiers who withdraw to the rear camp to take the potion and leave it until next time.

Tianhao thought of using deception to fool the whites: first send a small number of troops, or make the illusion of large troops leaving the city, let the white infantry on the opposite side drink the potion, and wait until the time for the medicine to work, and then launch an attack.

The whites are very smart. Once they notice something is different, they will replace the front line troops and block the Longguan gate with dense artillery fire. This plan simply won't work.

Tianhao believes that with the eyes of the three commanders, he will not be unable to see the various problems caused by the long blockade of the Kingdom coalition, especially the power of the opponent's artillery, which has suppressed the traditional combat methods of the northern barbarians.

It is meaningless to guard the Dragon Pass.

There are only two solutions.

First, ask for help from all tribes, gather heavy troops to fight out of the Dragon Lock Pass, exchange heavy casualties for survival time and space, and directly enter the south of the mainland, occupy a certain sulfur-producing place, maintain it in repeated battles, and catch up with the war technology that was lagging behind for too long.

Second, abandon the Dragon Lock Pass, retreat, and use the vast area on the back of the mainland as a buffer, harassing and attacking through various methods. The advantages of the white army are muskets and artillery. The former is actually very rough and must ensure firepower with intensive shooting. The latter is extremely bulky and inconvenient to transport. Barbarians familiar with the terrain can launch attacks from any position.

Both methods have advantages and disadvantages, but they are much better than sitting here and doing nothing. To put it bluntly, now you are just waiting for time and waiting to die.

Tianhao had met three commanders and knew that they were not pedantic and stubborn people. However, time passed day by day and the command center did not issue any orders, which made Tianhao feel irritable.

I really don't understand what they are doing.

There is no new combat plan, or is it already in chaos?

In confusion and dullness, the guardians of the Dragon Lock Pass welcomed the first batch of reinforcements from the Lion Clan.

One hundred thousand people were all strong soldiers. They were stationed on the hillside on the back of the pass, and countless vehicles carrying supplies appeared from the end of the road to provide them with supplies.

"It seems that the decisive battle is going to be fought." Liao Qiu expressed his opinion: "This is only the first batch, and there will be more people coming later."
Chapter completed!