Summoning Total War

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The casualties in this battle were not small. The Greek hoplites killed 274 people, most of whom were soldiers standing on the front line. They have withstood all the impact of the wolf cavalry head-on. They are all fearless warriors, and they have exchanged their lives for victory!

Except for the heavy losses of the Greek heavy infantry, the other arms had almost no casualties, at most they were only injured.

Nearly 600 Gnoll corpses were left on the ground, and most of the casualties were caused by being forced to dismount after fighting. Because they failed to cut the infantry line of defense, the gnoll cavalry had to come down to fight on foot after being limited in their display space, which resulted in them having to confront the Greek phalanx with the Spartan heavy fanatical infantry at its core. Losing the bonus of charge, the power advantage of the wolf man began to be weakened. After all, they were not high-level wolf men with physiques far superior to those of their kind. As ordinary Gnoll males, they have no advantage against Greek hoplites.

In fact, the real casualties of the Wolf man are definitely more than this.

The casualties of the jackal cavalry when they charged forward were very few, less than two or three hundred people. The real mass casualties were when they were forced to come down to fight on foot and broke up. When they lose their courage and collapse, it means that they have to run for a distance of 200 meters as fast as possible under the shooting of nearly 2,600 archers. Almost after the Gnolls collapsed, the Gnolls who exposed their backs to the eyes of the archers began to suffer mass casualties.

According to Mrs. Elizabeth's plan, all these arrows were poisoned.

Therefore, those Gnoll cavalrymen who did not die immediately after being shot by the arrows would have blood surging all over their bodies during their escape, sending toxins to their hearts!

After Murphy bandaged the wound, he ordered the soldiers to send the wounded to the rear.

Then call up the militiamen who serve as reserves to continue building fortifications. Due to the injury and blood loss, Murphy was slightly dizzy. After he handed over the construction of the fortifications to General Marcus Kane, he sat alone in the baggage cart and meditated. The knights of the general's guard guarded him silently, not daring to let anyone disturb Murphy's thinking.

The casualties were far greater than expected!

Although Murphy knew that there would not be too many such wolf cavalry among the Jackals, the crux of the matter was that this time it was because the wolf cavalry charged the Greek infantry phalanx carelessly, and it was still in such a narrow canyon.

If they are in the plains, if they have infantry!

Then, these wolf cavalry are simply a group of terrifying enemies!

Now what Murphy is really worried about is not whether he can defend the canyon. There is a saying in China, "If you don't have three points, you dare not go to Liangshan." Now that Murphy is here, he naturally has some confidence in his heart. What he was really worried about was whether the army of the human city-state could reach the canyon within two days. If the army of the human city-state cannot arrive within two days, the holy water made by the temple will lose its effect.

At that time, Murphy suffered far more casualties than now!

The Zangara Mountains are connected to the Karazhan Mountains, the former stretching from the southern plains to the southern wilds, while the latter spans almost half the continent.

Inside these two mountain ranges is an open and fertile plain area, which is also the foundation of human development and growth.

Murphy is not very clear about the cavalry team formed by the human city-states in the southern plain.

But if there are not enough heavy cavalry to contain these Jackal cavalry, I am afraid that they will be completely suppressed in the battle on the plains.

The real gap is not in combat power.

It's the fear of ordinary soldiers for these giant wolves!

Murphy can only hope that in this world where the living environment is extremely difficult, the nobles of those human city-states have not been completely corrupted by power and corruption. At least they still have the courage to fight the enemy! Live up to the glory of their ancestors!

As if because of the baptism of blood, Mrs. Elizabeth has matured a lot.

At least she now knows to follow Murphy obediently, instead of meddling in others. Even if there were some suggestions, she knew to ask Murphy for instructions before making a decision.

Casualties are mainly concentrated on the front line, with the powerful healing effect of holy water, it is estimated that many wounded soldiers will be able to recover their combat effectiveness tomorrow.

Without Murphy's orders, the soldiers consciously cut off the jackal's head and piled it together.

The corpses of the giant wolves were collected, and some soldiers were skinning and collecting the bloody fur. If this battle is won, these furs will bring a lot of money after tanning. The wolf meat was cut into pieces and prepared to be stewed in a cauldron as food at night to supplement nutrition for the soldiers. There are about 500 warg corpses, and those who are close to 1.5 meters tall are as high as a hill when piled up. It can be said that because of this battle, at least the soldiers don't have to worry about meat in the next few days. The carcasses of five hundred giant wolves are enough for them to eat meat.

It must be mentioned here that wolf meat tastes good.

Although it is a little worse than dog meat.

The time lasted until about five o'clock in the afternoon.

The sky was already slightly dark, and the sun was halfway down.

Basic fortifications including earthen walls built with sandbags and horses have been completed. The soldiers are resting, and other parts of the work will be left to be solved in the daytime tomorrow. The militiamen in charge of the logistics were preparing food. Hundreds of pots and stoves were set up in the canyon. Two hundred wolf corpses were cleaned up. The barbarian mercenaries used superb techniques to skin and bone them into pieces of wolf meat. Throw it into a large pot and simmer.

Soon the fragrance will overflow!

On average, each warg weighing nearly 400 to 500 kilograms is enough to feed 10,000 people.

With a large number of troops, food is also a problem.

You can only cook in batches.

Murphy's appetite was not very good tonight, so he ordered the knights of the general guard to set up a bonfire beside the tent, then picked the fattest part of the wolf's body, cut it off, and found a thin iron rod to pierce it. Serve, plus grill on the campfire.

The materials of this era are very barren.

In fact, the taste of stewed food is very average, because basically only a little salt is added.

The only good thing is that at least there are peppers and a plant similar to cumin.

This plant comes from the high elves and is one of their main seasonings.

It is said that there are still a small number of humanoid races called "halflings" living in this world. They are proficient in cooking and are born gourmets and chefs.

The halfling Murphy had never seen it before, so it was hard to imagine.

However, it is estimated that they should be a kind of human beings who are relatively short, and the difference in appearance characteristics should not be too big.

"It's almost burnt..." Mrs. Elizabeth looked at Murphy who was slightly distracted, and reminded cautiously.

"Eh? Huh?" Murphy came back to his senses, and immediately turned the wolf meat over, and sprinkled salt and seasonings again. Murphy's grilling skills are average. In his previous life, he only occasionally grilled a few chicken wings by himself, but he still knows how to cut a few scratches with a knife before grilling.

Sprinkled with the cumin-like seasoning used by the elves, it tastes very fragrant.

This is the seasoning specially prepared by the chef for Murphy himself. There is only a small packet. Ordinary soldiers, including General Leo Darley, only have salt. Add a little chili at most. The price of this exotic cumin is about equal to the same volume of silver, and it is a very expensive seasoning.

The pieces of meat were a bit too big.

After baking for a long time, the outside is slightly burnt, and the inside is not yet cooked.

But very fragrant.

Murphy had to take down the shelf, re-cut the meat, and then put it on the shelf.

cuckoo...

Murphy heard someone's stomach growling. He looked at Mrs. Elizabeth, who was blushing slightly, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Hmm." Mrs. Elizabeth nodded obediently rarely, without her previous strong side.

Murphy drank a bowl of wolf blood after the battle, so he wasn't hungry.

Let him bake it slowly.

But Mrs. Elizabeth was different. As a woman, she couldn't swallow the stinky wolf's blood at all. So she has been hungry from noon until now, but she didn't say it out of face.

"Do you need to eat something else first?" Murphy looked at Mrs. Elizabeth, and was about to signal the general's guards to get some broth first.

"No need." Mrs. Elizabeth shook her head, her eyes fell on the grilled golden wolf ribs that were dripping oil, she couldn't help swallowing lightly, and said softly: "I'm not very hungry yet."

A duplicity woman.

Murphy shook his head and waved to the general's guard to bring him two bowls of broth.

Then, he continued to concentrate on fiddling with his barbecue.

A lot of thinking made him feel a little headache, and he needed to relax a little and reorganize his thoughts.

If the army of the human city-state cannot arrive within two days.

What should he do?

This was the case until a thin figure in a long, narrow gray cloak approached him.

"Can I have some?" The voice was slightly hoarse and magnetic. After speaking, the figure in the gray cloak didn't care whether Murphy agreed or not, just like this, he squatted in front of the campfire with his sword in his hand. Staring straight at the wolf steak, he swallowed and said, "This looks delicious."

It was the man next to the group of magicians.

Weird guy?

Murphy looked up at him curiously. His face was thin, his nose was small, and his skin was very fair. The lines of his face tended to be feminine and soft, but he could see the masculinity of a small part of men. The eyes are very large, and the pupils are a very rare emerald green. So far, Murphy has only seen pupils of this color on the elf ranger who saved him once. The fingers are slender, and the skin is slightly transparent, as if blue blood vessels can be seen.

The guy's cloak was so long that it almost covered half of his face, and Murphy could only see a few strands of long golden hair. This is the hair color that only high-ranking nobles can have. It is said that the bloodline comes from human heroes in ancient times.

This person has a faint fragrance, which is a bit special, but it smells good.

In this world, quite a large number of noble men use perfume and powder on their bodies, and Murphy couldn't figure out the gender of the other party for a while.

The man didn't care about Murphy's staring at him, and his eyes kept falling on the roast wolf meat.

After a while, he poked Murphy with his finger, and said, "Hey, who is that! The meat is already cooked, can I eat it?"

Murphy froze for a moment, then nodded.

After finishing speaking, the man didn't care about Murphy, he took it down by himself, and he was not afraid of being burned, so he blew on it and started eating.

This man eats meticulously, but quickly.

Almost as soon as Murphy distributed the roasted wolf meat to Mrs. Elizabeth, he had already finished eating and started to take the second piece.

"Strange guy?" Lady Elizabeth frowned as if she glanced at him.

It is indeed a bit strange.

However, Murphy was not too surprised that the magician was accompanied by one or two people with special habits.

In fact, grilling meat is far more troublesome than cooking other foods, because the requirements for the heat are relatively high, and it is impossible for Murphy to slice it into thin slices and roast it on the campfire like the barbecue in his previous life. Don't think about it, it will definitely burn in a few minutes. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he was also a little hungry. He took a piece and put it in his mouth to bite. The taste was okay, at least it was cooked...

"Hmm. I'm full!" The man didn't seem to have a big physique, but he had a big appetite.

Almost half of Murphy's roasted wolf meat was taken into his stomach, and he didn't know how he digested it, but there was not even a bulge on his stomach.

Raising his hand to touch his belly, the man stood up with a satisfied face, and then his eyes fell on Murphy.

The emerald green eyes seemed to carry a special charm. When his eyes fell on Murphy, he actually had a strange feeling of being peeped into his soul. This made Murphy raise his head uncomfortably and meet his gaze.

"Huh? What a strange guy!" The man looked at Murphy, but said what Murphy wanted to say first.

He patted the dust off his buttocks. Before, he sat on the ground and ate. Then he dug inside the large cloak. After fumbling for a long time, he took out a black leather-covered parchment and threw it in front of Murphy. Then said: "This thing is for you."

"Your sword skills are too bad!" The man pointed to the chief priest of the God of War who was eating meat, and continued: "The fighting methods of those barbarians are not suitable for you."

barbarian?

Murphy was stunned, and then looked at the tall and dark chief priest of the God of War who looked like an iron tower.

After the man finished speaking, he didn't care whether Murphy heard or not, he dropped the book and left.

But when he was leaving, he quietly took away the expensive seasoning similar to cumin that Murphy put by the campfire in a very clever way.

"Clumsy swordsmanship?"

Murphy picked up the parchment, looked at the three words on it, and read out.

Papermaking technology appeared earlier in this era, but it was not invented by humans, but by high elves. Even so, the spread of knowledge is still very slow, and ordinary farmers and poor people can only write their own names to the greatest extent. What is commonly used now is a kind of thicker paper similar to the straw paper in the previous life. Only nobles can afford parchment.

The font on the parchment book is very neat, it seems to be some years old, slightly yellowed.

Murphy flipped through a few pages casually, and found that the content on them was not too profound. It's just twelve gestures of holding a sword, plus some random words. It's a bit similar to the so-called martial arts cheats, but the appearance is a little bit worse.

At least the name is not loud at all.

To be honest, Murphy was not very interested in this kind of knightly swordsmanship.

If he was really allowed to choose, he would prefer the way of fighting like the chief priest of the God of War.

But this is obviously impossible. As the lord of the city of Athens, the number of times he has actually fought in person can definitely be counted with one slap. And neither the general guard nor the priests of the temple would allow him to go to the battlefield in person. Unless he insists, like today. Flipping through it casually, Murphy, who was not very interested in knight swordsmanship, looked at Mrs. Elizabeth beside him, handed the parchment book in front of her, and said, "Didn't you learn a little knight swordsmanship? Take it back and study it. ,Research."

"That person seems to be quite powerful."

Mrs. Elizabeth was taken aback when she took the parchment, and then her face became a little complicated.

After a while, she nodded resolutely and stopped talking.

The wind blew across the canyon, and the bonfire flickered a few times.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and General Leo Dalie was arranging for the soldiers to take turns to watch the night and set up camp. Because it was still autumn, the weather was still warm, so there was no need to deliberately set up tents, just spread out some mats on the ground to sleep. With nearly ten thousand people crowded together, there is no need to worry about getting cold.

At this time, the general guard had already set up the tent specially prepared for Murphy and the others.

"Go to sleep. Tomorrow, the army of gnolls should arrive." After speaking, Murphy clapped his hands and prepared to get up.

Mrs. Elizabeth nodded, but said nothing.

When Murphy reached the door of the tent, she murmured softly, "Thank you."

Unfortunately, Murphy didn't hear it.