Chapter 702:
As night fell, the clamor of battle temporarily disappeared from the land near Silvermoon Castle.
The orcs set up camp three miles away from the fort.
Looking at the dots of light in the distance, Amur sighed heavily.
“Chifuyu!”
A subordinate came behind him and said in a worried voice:
“I feel that Lord Bayar is dying.”
Amur immediately turned around, “Quickly take me to see him.”
He followed his subordinate as he walked briskly in front of a tent somewhere in the camp, took a few heavy breaths, and dug in.
A strong smell of herbs mixed with an equally strong smell of pus and blood drilled into Amur’s nostrils.
Of course, for a battle-hardened military general, this was not unbearable.
Inside the tent, a floor bed made of animal skins was spread out, and a frail figure lay on it.
Amur came to his side, squatted down with a grave expression, and held one of the other’s hands.
The body temperature was frighteningly high, that was what Amur felt from Bayar.
During the day, Bayar, who was his second-in-command, commanded the archers to take the lead in approaching the human’s position.
The archers suffered the first wave of strikes from the humans, with countless deadly metal projectiles taking a heavy toll on them.
Bayar, who was the commander, was unfortunately injured, a projectile penetrated his thigh, the soldier next to him immediately carried Bayar and desperately made him get out of the battlefield.
Bayar lost a lot of blood and developed a high fever in the evening, waking and sleeping in a daze.
Amur frowned at his second-in-command.
As the soldier had just said, he was in a rather bad state.
Bayar squinted his eyes, an abnormal redness emerging on his entire face, and fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, while his lips were pale and completely devoid of any trace of blood color.
“Oh, my brother ……”
Amur let out a hushed voice.
Bayar struggled to open his eyelids a little, “Please, Lord Amur, burn my remains to ashes and sprinkle them on the grasslands of my homeland’s.”
Amur shook his head, “How can this minor ailment defeat the strong orc warrior Bayar, get well and I will join you in galloping back to the grasslands with the spoils of war.”
“Cough ……” Bayar’s cough was as weak as it could be.
“Amur, I have something to say to you, to you alone ……”
Amur gestured to his left and right, “You go out first ……”
Once they were the only two left in the tent, Bayar then braced himself to continue speaking.
“What little sanity I have left tells me that our army is immensely powerful, capable of sweeping away at least half of the Kingdom of Ordo and securing a large swath of fertile land under the sun for the orcs. But I’ve been having intermittent nightmares since my injury.”
“In the nightmares, the Spirit of the Steppes revealed to me a terrible scene.”
Amur’s mind rippled, “What was the scene?”
“The armies of men rushing into the steppe, slaughtering and driving out our people with wanton abandon with those terrible weapons we see today!”
“How could that be!” It seemed that his deputy was indeed burnt out – so judged Amur in his mind.
He thought that the most pessimistic scenario would only be that the orcs had been met with stubborn resistance and had to retreat back to the grasslands.
But to let the human army, which he thought was incredibly weak, charge into the grassland and slaughter the orcs was something he had never thought of.
Amur pressed down the dissimilarity in his heart and comforted, “You recuperate well, don’t think of some messy things, I’ll go look at the other injured warriors.”
He ruffled the tent and walked out.
The battle during the daytime had left the forward group of over a thousand dead and over two hundred wounded, and the numerous wounded were also in a bad way, so it could be said that the casualties were heavy.
The other wounded did not have the treatment of a separate tent like Bayard, and were uniformly housed in several large tents.
Amur looked around, many of the wounded had started a high fever like Bayar’s and fell into a coma, and many more had to use saws to saw off their arms or legs alive, becoming disabled.
He walked out of the wounded placement area in a depressed mood, the night breeze sent fresh air, finally getting rid of the unpleasant smell of herbs and pus and blood.
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“Incredible, the Honorable Sir Joyce! The way you fight is truly impressive.”
The Knight of Renteria, carrying hot soup, addressed the man across from him in an admiring tone.
The Arda army had collected a group of routed soldiers, and Rentria was assigned as the temporary commander of this army.
He himself was actually one of the routed soldiers, and unlike the one who ran away, Henkel, Rentria decided to stay and assist the Arda army in the battle, though he was still pessimistic.
During the day, Rentria had thought he was going to have to account for himself, the Northwesterner having probably been arranged by the Lord of Light to appear here in order to correct his straying knightly ways.
But he didn’t expect to be saved.
The strange weapons of the Northwesterners suppressed the frantic attacks of the orcs, causing these unbeatable fellows to suffer heavy losses.
Joyce, who was sitting across from him, smiled slightly, “Believe me, Knight of Renteria, as long as we are united, we can make those guys suffer more.”
“I didn’t have time to ask during the day because of the tension of the battle, but now I want to inquire about the royal capital’s army and Her Highness Catherine.”
Renteria frowned, “My lord and I were retreating with the royal capital army, it’s just that …… when we broke through an orc siege, we got separated on the road, they might have gotten caught up in the enemy army!”
Worry flooded Joyce’s heart.
Perhaps Alda’s army should go deeper into the Plains of the Black Stone to look for Her Highness Catherine? After all, she was not only the princess of the kingdom, but also her future mother-in-chief.
The dark night passed with the warring sides wary of each other, and dawn came once again.
When the morning mist cleared, a scene that made the Austrian army furious appeared on the land in front of Silvermoon Castle.
The orcs had once again attacked, but they had unexpectedly taken captive a large number of human civilians as their own human shields, coming step by step towards their own position.
Joyce was furious, and immediately ordered the “snipers” equipped with wire rifles to shoot those orc soldiers who drove away the human civilians.
The order was quickly carried out, the human position no longer fired artillery, but sounded scattered gunshots.
Those orc supervisors who were mixed in with the human civilians soon paid a heavy price, and the bullets that came hurtling towards them hit their bodies, taking away one life after another.
Amur, who was watching the battle from afar, was shocked, could human weapons achieve such precise hits from such a distance?
He couldn’t help but break out in a cold sweat, if the other side had recognized him as the leader of this attack yesterday, wouldn’t it have been greatly dangerous?
Realizing that the escorts were killed one after another, the human civilians who were used as meat shields erupted into a roar, immediately scattering their feet and running in all directions.
Although the orcs were dangerous, the kingdom’s army, which was also human, was not necessarily safe.
I’ve been traveling to relatives everyday lately, sorry.