Orc Tyrant

"Sir! The latest report from Mount Mihir!"

Yushijin, who was closing his eyes and rested in the command post, immediately opened his eyes when he heard the voice of the messenger. The original fatigue was quickly replaced by worry.

When he received the telegram and saw the above information, serious worries quickly converged into a dark cloud.

"Damn..."

He threw the telegram on the table, and the surrounding legions cast curious glances.

However, the above text is indeed shocking.

In an offensive led by Guk himself, Ouk sent farts to infiltrate the core area of ​​Mount Mihir and destroyed the largest supply warehouse, causing the existing nearly 80,000 defenders to face the risk of running out of food.

"I am afraid--"

Alfred, who had recovered from the last war, twisted the telegram and thought for a moment, then walked to Yushikin and whispered:

"I can only retreat."

"Retreat...Where to go?"

Yushkin leaned back, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the map on the desktop.

A huge green arrow was pointing straight from the southwest to the city they were fighting for on the front line, but they couldn't do anything now.

The entire Witlier line of defense is like a spring, which has reached its limit under the action of pressure, and any pressure applied will lead to a complete collapse.

Although Tyre’s telegram for help is more than a day, Yushkin can’t even get a platoon out-even most of his guards have been sent to the front line, and now there are only a few night blades to protect His safety.

Diego's order was delivered yesterday--

retreat.

Take as many troops as possible to evacuate the Witlier Canyon.

But the destination of the retreat is not Tyre, but the eastern border of the province of Kramatia, a narrow isthmus between Tieluo Bay and the deserted sea. It is an excellent defensive position, which is very beneficial to the troops. Reorganization.

But to do so, it means to abandon Tyre and the entire province of Gramatia.

Diego's meaning was already very clear, but Yushikin couldn't accept it.

There are millions of civilians silting up in Tyre!

Although after the war started, residents have successively used various methods to immediately call Tyre, but because the imperial government blocked roads on the land, the sea capacity was limited, and most of the residents of Gramatia were nostalgic for their homeland, so they really evacuated. Less than one-tenth of the population.

He had already used very harsh words in the telegram to question Diego why he didn't evacuate the people in advance, but the other party did not respond, just blindly requesting him to evacuate the battlefield immediately.

Sometimes Yushikin even wondered if the person who was talking to him in the air was the Shadow Prince.

In such a situation, on the one hand, Gudia is like an egg-laden Tyre, on the other hand is Mihir Mountain, which has been fighting for several weeks. There are millions of residents and nearly 100,000 siblings. These two things are like mountains. Pressed on Yushikin's shoulders.

He hasn't gone mad, it's incredible enough in the eyes of many people.

Yushkin hopes that he can go crazy, but he is very sober now, and sometimes he even hates his soberness.

"If this stalemate continues, there is no hope."

Alfred put his hand on Yushkin's shoulder, as if injecting strength into the opponent.

But the empire admiral just glanced at him, then shook his head.

"Is there any hope for retreat?"

"At least... no more people will die. Once Guk rushes through the isthmus, everything will really be over."

Yushijin was silent for a moment, then swept away the opponent's hand, stood up, rubbed his face vigorously, and walked to the map.

"Retreating is not so easy."

He looked at the intertwined front on the map, and muttered:

"Ok's scattered troops are launching an offensive day and night. It is difficult for the frontline troops to leave, and Mount Mihir is surrounded on all sides. The only few underground passages can not remove all the troops in a short time."

"Once Tyre falls."

Alfred put his hand on the green arrow, and then slowly moved his palm along the coastline to the isthmus.

"Ouk is very likely to follow the refugee's **** all the way across the isthmus. At that time, we were really alone."

"Tyro can last for three days at most...or not even three days."

Yushkin stared at the jewel on the coastline in a daze, like a girl who was about to be abused by a mob.

"one day."

Alfred raised an index finger and said softly:

"As soon as the Ouk army arrives, Tyre will fall within a day."

"What did you hear again."

The wizard smiled slightly.

"The dignitaries have quietly started to evacuate. Guess who is presiding over the big Tyre?"

"Who?"

"Sanitation Committee."

"what?"

"Guess who is the highest military officer in Tyre? The chief of the police department."

"Where are the people in the garrison headquarters?"

"Long ago led the troops to the Yad Heights in the northeast of Tyre in the name of fighting against Ouke. Now the largest armed force in Tyre is more than 10,000 police, as well as firefighters, tax police and so on."

"This bunch of pigs!"

Yushikin knocked on the table fiercely, wishing to shoot the **** one by one.

"How is the situation in Tyre now?"

"Very bad."

Alfred shook his head.

"Riots can be seen everywhere. Panic has turned people into beasts. When Ouke arrives, they will become lambs, so I said Tyre will not last a day."

"in case--"

Yushikin rallied, drew an arc on the map with his finger, and then used a pen to outline a line of defense on the southwest side of Tyre.

"We can withdraw back to Tyre in time. There is still a chance to block the Blood Axe Legion in this position, and it may even severely damage it!"

"What then? General."

"In this way, we can at least fight for five to eight days, enough to cover the evacuation of the people in Tyre."

"But in this case, the Black Legion can't leave."

"The meaning of our existence is not to survive!!"

Yuhijin yelled and threw his pen on the map. This move attracted all the attention of the command post, and the whole bunker was silent for a while.

All that was left was Yushikin's heavy breathing.

"General."

"Don't talk anymore! I was damned when I was in Aswan! With my soldiers and my generals!"

"General."

Alfred's voice remained calm.

"Shut up! Let Guk come! Step over my corpse and see if he has this ability!"

"General."

With the third sound, the wizard used his power to send a breeze into the empire admiral's furious and melancholy heart, so that he slowly calmed down.

But the other party did not appreciate him.

"I have told you that you don't need to do this anymore. Without authorization, any wizard in service must not abuse psychic witchcraft against commanders above the company level. This is a military rule."

"General."

Alfred sighed softly.

"I just want to tell you that even if you all die under Tyre, those refugees will still not survive."