Warlord: King of All Clans

Three thousand heavily armored troll warriors, wielding high-quality steel spears and heavy steel shields, initiated a charge from a distance.

Behind them, three thousand troll musketeers fixed bayonets onto their firearms, following their comrades.

Within the alien army, besides the six thousand trolls, there were also four thousand various other races, such as Siks's Boar Rider Legion and Akhan's Worgen Scout Regiment, all of whom followed closely behind, charging directly towards the city walls.

The defenders of Osluden barely had time to organize a resistance before the troll army stormed through the breach created by Freya.

Godwin and Gerald, two High-Ranks, also rode forward, approaching the city walls to engage the enemy's High-Ranks.

Behind them was the Riverbend human army, arrayed in formation.

As the sun set, Osluden had already changed hands.

After a brief rest in Shattered Rock City, the McDonald Group Army immediately set out, dividing into two routes northward.

McDonald led the main force of twenty thousand troops directly towards Osluden.

The remaining ten thousand mixed troops, led by another Earl with real power from the Carolan Province, headed straight for Star Tower City, preparing to seize the Riverbend's steel base.

Within McDonald's army of twenty thousand, twelve thousand were from his own two full-strength legions, both of which were modern firearm legions.

One of these firearm legions was equipped with the latest smoothbore flintlock muskets, while the other was equipped with older matchlock and arquebus firearms.

Since firearms became prevalent in the Riverbend, the Southern Border's firearms industry also rapidly rose, surpassing the backward Northern Border in just a few years, closely following the Riverbend's pace.

Besides the Royal Musketeer Corps, the powerful Earl McDonald and Earl Brutus both had their own full-strength firearm legions.

When the power of firearms exceeded that of heavy crossbows, and their price was lower, military strategists immediately recognized their broad prospects.

Not to mention standard flintlock muskets, even the matchlocks and arquebuses crafted by Southern Border's rural blacksmiths were more useful than cold weapons.

The Southern Border's abundant supply of serf soldiers, coupled with an equally abundant supply of cheap firearms, even possessed combat power comparable to the main legions.

Especially the standard flintlock muskets, regardless of whether the opponent was heavily armored elite or cataphract knights, a shot at close range would either kill them or render them unable to fight.

Trading ten serf musketeers for one heavy armor was a huge profit!

If time had not been a factor and the war had not been launched so hastily, McDonald would have even wanted to develop for a few more years, hoarding thirty to fifty thousand firearms before making any move.

Currently, Earl McDonald's firearms and ammunition were not enough to arm the serf soldiers, so he could only prioritize equipping his elite troops.

However, this also had its advantages. The members of this full-strength firearm legion were all veterans, and they had also received training in new-style linear tactics. Even when marching, they would subconsciously form neat ranks.

Just watching them march and travel made the commanders feel refreshed and delighted.

Beside Earl McDonald, the staff officer, looking at the endless army, was also very excited. Such a great war was the time for these military staff officers to showcase their talents.

Seeing Earl McDonald lost in thought, the staff officer stepped forward and said, "Lord, Archbishop Eric is powerful and has Grand Mage Sapir to assist him. It will be easy for them to defend the Earl's main city. We don't need to be so anxious, lest the soldiers fall behind on the road."

Earl McDonald shook his head and said, "You don't understand. The Riverbend engineers are famous throughout the world, and their marching speed is also exceptional. At this moment, they are probably already arriving at Osluden. The sooner we get there, the greater our chances of victory."

"Even though Leo Mondo is not in the Riverbend, don't underestimate others."

The staff officer quickly bowed, but he did not agree in his heart. He and his colleagues had deduced it several times. The main force of the Riverbend was all outside, with less than ten thousand troops in their homeland, and very few extraordinary combatants. It was impossible for them to take the big city of Osluden in a few days.

No matter how deep the Riverbend's foundation was, it was still a cold and barren land in the Northern Border. How could it compare to the Southern Border?

He calculated the Riverbend's chance of victory to be no more than 20%, even when estimating at double the troop mobilization speed of the Southern Border Earl's territory.

But it was good that the lord was vigilant. The staff officer nodded and said, "Even if the Riverbend army arrives at Osluden, it doesn't matter. We will confront them for a few days, and when the news of the fall of Star Tower City spreads, their morale will naturally dissipate."

Earl McDonald also smiled, "That's right. We will advance steadily and wait for Earl Tyron's news."

Another Southern Border army, led by Earl Tyron of Carolan Province, went straight to Star Tower City, catching them off guard.

In this Northern Expedition, Earl Brutus was responsible for the Eastern Front, containing the most powerful Odalov family.

Earl McDonald was responsible for the lower line, mainly attacking the rapidly rising Riverbend Earl's territory.

Once these two families were taken down, the Northern Border would no longer have strong enemies and could only be conquered by them one by one.

In order to completely take the Northern Border, McDonald did not underestimate the enemy at all. In addition to his own army, he also coerced all the powerful nobles of the entire Carolin Province to send troops together.

Through pre-war deductions, they calculated that the Riverbend was short of troops and could only defend one route, so they sent Earl Tyron to lead ten thousand troops straight to Star Tower City.

Even if their side's battle was not smooth, the empty Star Tower City would still be taken down. If the Riverbend lost its steel base, it would have no stamina.

When it came to logistics and a war of attrition, who could outlast the wealthy Southern Border?

Moreover, with the flank falling, Vidanland City would not be able to hold for a few days. The Riverbend army could only retreat to the north bank of the Anzeno River, abandoning all the fertile land on the south bank.

The Southern Border army's strategy was correct. When Strong and Asa led all the regular troops that the Riverbend could squeeze out to take Osluden, Star Tower City was indeed short of troops.

The garrison here only had two thousand Riverbend soldiers led by Knight Solovi, barely able to defend the city. The碉堡 outposts outside the city had all been abandoned.

But during this time, kobold musketeers swarmed in, filling the entire Star Tower City. Every resident's house in the city was filled with kobolds borrowing space.

The civil affairs officer of Star Tower City took his team three days and three nights to count, but still could not figure out how many kobold musketeers Fisha had.

This civil affairs officer, who had partnered with Knight Solovi in the Buck Fortress, came to the top of the city wall and complained to Knight Solovi, "At least more than ten thousand kobold musketeers. If it weren't for the Star River Railway being open, we wouldn't have enough food."

"Fisha is still issuing guns."

Knight Solovi turned his head and smiled, "Let her issue them during this special period."

Soon, Fisha, seeing the kobold musketeers crowded in the streets and alleys, felt that she had enough troops, so she drove them all out of the city.

Standing on the city wall parapet, Fisha picked up a huge megaphone and loudly ordered.

"The enemy is coming to attack the Riverbend, the enemy is coming to eat the kobolds!"

"The Kobold King orders you all to go south, defeat the enemy. No one is allowed to return until the enemy is defeated!"

"Kobolds, charge, charge, charge!"

Knight Solovi realized something was wrong when he heard the second sentence and reached out to grab Fisha's megaphone.

But it was too late. Fisha's voice had already entered the ears of all the kobolds.

The kobold musketeers, all over the mountains and plains, let out earth-shattering cheers, each carrying only three days of dry food and ten bullets, with no commander and no formation, all rushing south headlong.

At this time, the Tyron Legion, which was attacking Star Tower City, was still three hundred miles away.