Warlord: King of All Clans

The flat earth, with fields lying barren, allowed for an extremely distant view.

Earl Tyrant watched his army break camp and retreat, and looking at the kobolds in the distance, he felt a slight sense of relief.

Fortunately, the central part of Earl Gustav's territory was a well-developed agricultural plain. If it had been rugged mountains, this large group of kobolds rushing out would have caused far more casualties to his army.

The biggest reason for the kobolds' two failed attacks was the excessive charging distance, which gave them enough reaction time.

A 30% casualty rate was enough to cause internal strife within the Southern Territory lord's army. A group of nobles argued all night, some wanting to rush into the mountains for revenge, some wanting to go straight to Star Tower City and strike at the heart of the enemy, and more wanted to retreat first and then observe and plan slowly.

It took Earl Tyrant a great deal of effort to appease the other nobles and prevent the legion from splitting, which allowed him to maintain an orderly retreat.

Unlike the war aims of the McDonald Legion, they were here to make a fortune, not to suffer losses.

It would be unwise to bury their elite troops at the hands of kobolds.

Most nobles still agreed with the decision to retreat first.

At the end of the field of vision, the densely packed kobold army waved their tails in unison, obediently watching them leave.

Once the Tyrant Legion disappeared from sight, all the kobolds burst into cheers, "Hooray! The enemies have fled!"

"Hooray! Mission accomplished!"

After cheering for a while, one kobold suddenly shouted, "Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

"The enemies haven't been defeated! They just retreated! And they took away so many of our muskets!"

The entire kobold army immediately wilted, looking at each other, all pondering this question.

What does it mean to defeat the enemy? Is it enough just to repel them?

What if the Great King isn't satisfied?

A Riverbend kobold foreman said, "Why don't we charge one more time! And then go home and eat!"

"But we're out of bullets, and there aren't many new tribe members, and I haven't eaten all day."

"Right, I only have two bullets left, fifteen new tribe members, and I haven't eaten for two days."

"I don't have any bullets left, and I have twenty new tribe members left, and the new tribe members are about to eat me."

"Without bullets, new tribe members are useless, they can't even bite through the enemy's armor."

Another kobold foreman touched the ammunition pouch on his waist and suggested, "Let's share the bullets, there aren't many guns anyway, one bullet per person, and we'll go back after we fire them."

"If there aren't many new tribe members, then go further away to find them. If there aren't small kobolds, there are big kobolds, fierce kobolds, fat kobolds!"

"Okay, then let's recruit tribe members and charge again, for food!"

"Kobolds! Charge, charge, charge!"

Perhaps frightened by the crazy kobolds, the Tyrant Legion retreated a hundred miles in two days, returning to the legion camp built during the advance, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

Earl Tyrant did not relax his vigilance and still set up scout outposts and patrol teams before dark to avoid being attacked.

As long as they survived the night peacefully and the soldiers recovered their strength, they could retreat back to Crag Rock City and preserve the legion's combat power.

One patrol squad after another patrolled back and forth around the wall, lighting braziers and torches along the way.

Earl Tyrant's military management skills could definitely be considered top-notch in the Southern Territory, capable of commanding a group of "you yield, I yield when advancing, and scramble to be first when retreating" miscellaneous lord troops, and commanding them to be comparable to the Imperial Regular Legion.

A good warrior has no remarkable achievements. Earl Tyrant, like other well-known commanders in the Southern Territory, has never had any particularly brilliant achievements in his life, always winning mediocrely, but never suffering a major defeat.

By the time the sky gradually brightened, the braziers had gradually extinguished, and the patrol soldiers yawned, preparing to change shifts.

One patrol soldier unbuttoned his pants, intending to relieve himself under the wall, and looked down to see a kobold head emerging from the ground, staring at him stupidly.

The next moment, kobold heads emerged from the ground like mushrooms after the rain, all looking at him.

"Enemy attack!"

The patrol soldier opened his mouth to shout, and a thick shotgun barrel was shoved into his mouth.

The roar of the shotgun awakened the soldiers in the entire legion camp, and a large number of soldiers who had not removed their armor filed out, urgently forming a battle line to engage the enemy.

On the watchtowers at the four corners of the wall, the sentry suddenly shouted, "It's an ogre! Gnolls..."

Before he could finish speaking, the wall under his feet shattered with a bang, and the entire watchtower collapsed.

A burly wild ogre rushed into the camp in a frenzy, grabbing a soldier and biting off his head.

Behind him was a large group of kobold musketeers. Seeing the wild ogre stop in place, they fired a shot directly into his butt.

Dense lead bullets sank into the ogre's butt, and the wild ogre went mad with pain, continuing to charge forward, finally crashing into the shield formation.

More kobolds dug tunnels to reach the military camp, emerging from the ground everywhere.

By the time Earl Tyrant put on his armor and came out of the formation under the heavy guard of his guards, the legion camp had already fallen into chaos. More than a dozen ogres rushed into the camp, running around wildly, followed by hundreds of gnolls and thousands of kobolds.

A group of kobolds even drove more than a dozen wild boars into the camp.

The kobold musketeers didn't have many bullets, and the gunfire wasn't dense, but at this time the sky wasn't bright yet, and a large number of Southern Territory soldiers hadn't put on their iron armor, and in a hurry, their combat power was even weaker.

Southern Territory soldiers without iron armor protection couldn't even defeat a gnoll.

Earl Tyrant's eyes were tearing, and he directly ordered the high-ranking guards around him, "Viscount Duncan, lead the swordsman regiment to attack, and kill them all!"

Earl Tyrant's guard was not an ordinary knight order, but a swordsman regiment composed of transcendent swordsmen. Dozens of low- and mid-level transcendent swordsmen could抵 a thousand heavy armor elites in the melee.

Viscount Duncan was Tyrant's loyal vassal. Hearing this, he did not hesitate, leaving only a few swordsmen to guard the lord, and led the transcendent swordsman regiment straight to the ogre.

In addition to his swordsman regiment, the Southern Territory nobles also had many transcendent knights in their hands, who also had considerable combat power.

After the transcendent combat power entered the field, the situation suddenly reversed, and the Southern Territory soldiers who had fallen into chaos found their backbone and gathered together to clear out the alien races that had invaded the military camp.

High-level swordsman Duncan killed nearly a hundred enemies alone, and was invincible in the melee.

Although the kobold army was difficult to deal with, it did not have transcendent combat power, and could only kill and injure small soldiers, and posed no threat to him, a high-level transcendent.

Seeing that the alien races around him were all scattered, Duncan's heart suddenly became alert, and he suddenly lowered his head.

A bullet flew past his scalp.

Duncan turned his head abruptly, only to see a rider standing against the light in the gradually brightening dawn, both man and horse fully armored in blood red.

Behind him, four Gale Knights, also riding dragon scale horses and wearing scarlet armor, led two thousand Riverbend soldiers, approaching the military camp with neat steps.

Gale Knight Soloviev led his troops to arrive!