Only God-Chapter 607 - 510: The Long-Awaited Victory (Two-in-One)_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 510: The Long-Awaited Victory (Two-in-One)_2

The defeated army had no time to take away any siege equipment, which was captured as spoils of war and used to bolster the defenses of the Royal City of Nuo Lang.

This victory was undoubtedly a major triumph, surprisingly smoother than all the officers had expected. They shouted in unison, their morale greatly boosted. Amid the gloom of the Golan Kingdom’s cities being swept by the Dwarves, this battle was enough to uplift many despairing hearts.

The only problem was that luring the enemy always resulted in casualties, the question was just how many. Unfortunately, the leader of this diversionary force, Philip, was injured, and it was a severe injury that prevented him from continuing to fight.

A crossbow bolt had pierced Philip’s cheek, tearing away a considerable amount of flesh; blood gushed continuously along the way. After witnessing the inevitable defeat of the Dwarves, this resilient son of an Earl could no longer hold on and fell from his horse, lapsing into unconsciousness.

That night, his wound started to become infected, and he began to suffer from high fever. Maxwell urgently summoned the priests who could use the "Ancient Language" to treat him. Although his life was not in danger, Philip was now out of the upcoming battles.

"Rest assured, Philip, we will be victorious," Maxwell promised, clutching his unconscious son’s hand.

After watching over his son for a while, Maxwell hurried back to the conference hall. While this victory was certainly uplifting, it alone could not reverse the precarious situation of the Golan Kingdom.

They had to make the most of the limited time left, otherwise, they would regret it for the rest of their lives.

"Send envoys to all the countries immediately, at the fastest speed possible, to convey the news of our victory. Any reinforcements we can get will be worthwhile."

Maxwell commanded urgently,

"Intensify the propaganda, tell the people about the magnitude of our victory."

An officer named Lelovich said,

"We crushed an entire Dwarf legion, a great victory indeed."

Maxwell glanced at him sharply, and said coldly,

"No, we didn’t just crush one legion, we crushed three legions, and the Divine manifested a miracle. Scatty conjured a fierce wind that shook the hearts of the Dwarves."

Lelovich hesitated for a moment but was soon chastised by Maxwell,

"Make it quick! The more exaggerated, the better!"

Chastened, Lelovich did not dare delay and immediately set out to write the announcement proclaiming this hard-won victory to the Golan people.

Maxwell sat in the main seat of the conference hall, a place usually reserved only for the King, but times had changed, and in the entire kingdom, only Maxwell was deemed worthy of it.

"What should we do next? Replicate our victory?"

His eldest son, Weiset, took the initiative to ask.

Maxwell subconsciously nodded but then quickly shook his head,

"The same strategy might not work again, the Dwarf King will be more cautious. He will likely consolidate his troops, not allowing any legions to venture deep alone. We can try to replicate, but we can’t put all our hopes on this."

An army commander then asked,

"Regent, where should we place our bets then?"

Instead of directly answering, Maxwell asked,

"Baron, what is your suggestion?"

"Retreat to the region around Sloka Fortress, leaving an empty Royal City to the Dwarves, slowing their advance. Meanwhile, we’ll continue to secure small victories until our allies intervene."

The Legion Commander made a rational judgment.

In the face of the unstoppable vanguard of the Dwarves, this was undoubtedly the most prudent decision.

However, Maxwell resolutely rejected this plan,

"We cannot afford to lose Nuo Lang. Among all the people in the Kingdom, those of Nuo Lang have the most tenacious will to resist. Now we are to force them to leave their homes? No, if we do so, we will lose their trust. We cannot bear such a loss. The Gods will also despise our cowardice."

Maxwell’s years of military experience had given him keen insight. Currently, nearly half of the main forces of the Golan Kingdom were residents of the Royal City of Nuo Lang. They would not retreat, for their homeland was right beneath their feet. If Maxwell asked them to abandon their homeland, not only would morale suffer, more seriously, it could lead to surrender or mutiny.

"So, Regent sir, you mean..."

The Legion Commander involuntarily asked, his voice tense.

Such matters regarding the rise and fall of the kingdom made everyone sweat.

Maxwell stood up, pointing to the map of the Royal City and its surroundings, and laid out the plan he had contemplated for a long time,

"My plan is not complicated. We need a decisive battle, not a war of attrition depending on castle defense, but a battle on the plains where we humans can exert our greatest advantage.

Now we position our forces at the East Flava River in the central route, blocking the leading units of the Dwarves until the time is ripe. Then, Golan forces here will retreat, giving up the line of defense, and continue to withdraw to Boot Fortress, blocking the advance until Larsen Town. Here, we will stop the Dwarves’ advance at all costs.

Next, led by Legion Commander Herodotus and his Sixth Legion, will hold at Horsehead Fortress to prevent the Dwarves from flanking. The rest will remain here, at the front of Nuo Lang, on the western side of the battlefield. Here I will personally lead the troops to attack the Dwarves’ weak point, which I believe will definitely appear given their deployment.

Finally, we will coordinate and I will encircle from the flank, working together with you to crush Kaelonde’s army."

Maxwell made his tactics clear without any worry of doubt or opposition from the Legion Commander, as mutual trust was most critical under the current circumstances.

The Legion Commander hesitated. Maxwell’s tactics were filled with conjectures—for instance, how could he be sure that the Dwarves would not circle around ominously to another battlefield direction to attack Nuo Lang, or that they could successfully block the Dwarven advance at the East Flava River, or hold Larsen Town, not to mention Maxwell’s confident claim that a weak point in the Dwarves’ lines would definitely emerge... All these elements combined made the plan exceedingly risky.

"If I may speak frankly, this plan is too risky."

The Chief Centurion said.

"I support this idea, relying on walls or engaging in street fighting would increase our chances of victory."

The Legion Commander also spoke.

"On the contrary, I think this plan is feasible. I trust the Regent’s judgment."

Another Legion Commander said.

The debate in the meeting hall was unending, with everyone presenting their ideas, yet there was no unanimous agreement with Maxwell and the others. Under such circumstances, Maxwell, with great resolve, firmly established his plan despite the diverse opinions, and even though there were differing views, they had no choice but to continue discussing within this framework.

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The collapse of the second Dwarf Legion alarmed Kafu the Sixth, and this King, peering through the pipeline, realized that the Golan folk seemed to be organizing some kind of transformation.

"Since Hudson was captured, they weren’t uniting, almost fighting individually, and yet now they are able to set up an excellent ambush... Oh Hiris, our enemies have become organized."

Kafu the Sixth expressed his emotions.

And this wise king promptly made revisions to the original plan.

Since the enemy had organized and was effectively counterattacking, the Dwarves could no longer be as scattered as before. All legions must come together, support each other, not waste time pillaging along the way, but directly target the Golan Royal City and crush the enemy promptly to avoid prolonged dreams.

Under the command of Kafu the Sixth, the Dwarves quickly made their move, with all major legions changing their previously dispersed state and beginning to regroup. They set off towards the Golan capital at the fastest speed.

In the year 317 of the Kao Calendar, on the ninth day of December, the third and fifth Dwarf Legions arrived in front of the East Flava River, less than fifty kingdom-miles from the Royal City of Nuo Lang.