MTL - Heroes of Silver Moon-Chapter 641 : Battle of Yelin River (9)

"Torey, we should retreat!" On the chaotic battlefield, a mature orc said to his son.

"What? Father, as long as we persist for a while, we can defeat humans!" The young orcs looked shocked. They were about to wipe out the human army soon. Why did they withdraw?

"No, look around, we've already lost!"

Pointing to those fleeing tribes, the mature orc said earnestly: "If we continue to fight, we will kill more young and Zhuang people than those fleeing tribes. When we return home, our tribe will definitely be killed by those tribes." Annexed!"

The young orcs are silent, and the strong prey on the weak. The world of orcs is far more cruel than humans.

In a human country, if a lord rashly launches a private war, the royal family will definitely punish him, and the punishment will be severe. Often also very heavy.

However, when the tribes of the orcs were annexed, the tribe of King Khan completely ignored them, and once the war broke out, these weak tribes were the first to be sacrificed.

In order to lure the human army to go deep, the orc tribes along the way were all weak tribes that were forcibly driven away by King Khan.

Dozens of tribes add up to tens of thousands of people, and they are given to humans for slaughter in vain.

Moreover, even if they win the war, these weak tribes will not do any good.

The biggest benefit will be taken away by the tribe of King Khan, followed by those rare big tribes, and finally ordinary tribes like them, who can barely eat leftovers.

So, why did they sacrifice their tribe for this war?

"Think about your mother, think about your women, do you want them to be slaves?" the mature orc urged earnestly.

The young orc sighed bitterly. Of course he couldn't tolerate this happening, so he turned around and fled the battlefield with his father.

Since it is the jungle of the jungle, why bother to sacrifice the ego to serve the interests of the collective? At a critical juncture, of course, we must give priority to preserving ourselves so that we will not be eaten later.

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On the battlefield, the orc army began to be completely defeated, while the human race continued to push back the orc soldiers, and cheers of victory were everywhere.

In the orc camp, looking at the defeated orc army, Jona laughed wildly: "Hahahaha, did you see it? God bless my Silver Moon Kingdom, you are nothing more than that!"

"Bastard!" The eldest prince Batu let go of the rope angrily, causing Yona who was on the pole to fall to the ground, then walked over and beheaded the human king with one blow.

"Withdraw the troops! Return to the Buluo Fortress!" Seeing the defeat of the soldiers on the battlefield, the old Khan said expressionlessly.

"Father Khan, don't do it! Although we lost this battle, our troops are still several times stronger than the enemy's. We only need to rest for a day, and we can definitely take it down!" Batu and all the generals persuaded.

That's right, although they lost this battle, it was only because the morale of the army collapsed, and the actual casualty ratio was not high.

As long as they withdraw to rest for a period of time, they will still have an absolute advantage in terms of troop strength.

The old Khan watched them silently without saying a word. Just when Batu and the others were feeling uneasy, the old Khan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell straight to the ground.

"Father Khan! King Khan!" This frightened everyone, causing a burst of exclamation.

Kneeling quickly beside the old Khan, Batu tried to help him up, but the old Khan grabbed his arm and murmured: "Don't worry about this war, while I still have some time, hurry back to Shaman Mountain to inherit the throne! "

Batu was taken aback, and looked up at the generals, as if seeing them sniggering.

These warriors were actually the chiefs of the major tribes. At this time, the old Khan's fall had completely exposed his weakness.

This coincided with the defeat of the army and the loss of the majesty of the Khan's tribe. Once the old Khan died, he, the eldest prince of the Khan's tribe, might not be able to suppress this group of people.

Don't forget, the world of orcs has always been dominated by the weak and the strong!

Therefore, before the death of the old Khan, he must go to Shaman Mountain to inherit the throne. Only by becoming the real Khan can he subdue these chiefs in name.

"King Khan has an order to withdraw the troops! Return to Buluo Fortress!" Batu stared at these people with piercing eyes.

Seeing that the old Khan was still conscious and looking at them quietly, these chiefs put away their small thoughts one after another, not daring to act disobediently.

The old Khan had ruled the Red Scorpion Khanate for decades, and he captured the unbreakable fortress that had never been breached, and his reputation among the tribes was booming. Therefore, even if the army was defeated this time, the foundation of its reputation could not be shaken.

Therefore, it is better to be obedient and obedient!

Seeing that all the generals were quite acquainted, the old Khan breathed a sigh of relief. Although the army was defeated this time, at least it did not hurt its roots. At most, it stopped their attack on the Silver Moon Kingdom.

But if there is internal strife at this time, the Red Scorpion Khanate will be seriously injured. At that time, the situation that has been managed with great difficulty will collapse and melt in an instant.

Looking up at the sky, the old Khan King sighed helplessly with sadness in his eyes.

Why? Why was he only given one year?

He and the sixteenth king of the Silver Moon Kingdom had very similar experiences. They both took over the throne when the country was in dire straits, and then spent their entire lives accumulating national power.

It's just that he is younger and luckier than the old king!

The mere difference in age allowed him to survive the death of the sixteenth king of the Silver Moon Kingdom and lead the Red Scorpion Khanate to an unprecedented victory.

But he was also very unfortunate. It was supposed to be a rotten victory, but he was defeated by this mob that was obviously put together.

From the moment the army was defeated, all the ambitions of the old Khan disappeared, and he had no time to cultivate and lead the Red Scorpion Khanate to fight.

The heart qi dissipated suddenly, and naturally he couldn't support this aging body. The old Khan knew that his end was coming soon.

The eldest prince, Batu, will definitely not be able to suppress this group of people. If the throne is vacant for a long time, there will be many troubles in the middle.

Therefore, he can only withdraw the army and give priority to ensuring the passing of the throne. It's just a pity, this is a great opportunity for the destruction of the Silver Moon Kingdom!

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The battle lasted all day, until dusk, when all the orcs were killed or fled from the battlefield.

The light of dusk shone on the battlefield full of corpses. Every surviving human soldier had lost his last strength and leaned on each other to rest.

After stepping on the battlefield full of corpses, Grand Duke Gasepe felt more and more heavy. Is this war?

When they came to the central position, Cirillo and the others held weapons in their hands and nervously guarded Simon.

On the battlefield before, if he, Squirrel, Quick Arrow and others hadn't worked hard to protect him, Simon would have had his head smashed by the orcs long ago.

Looking at the still upright king's flag, and Simon sitting on the ground holding the king's flag tightly, his body covered with blue veins, and his breath was extremely weak, Grand Duke Gaseppe's heart was even heavier.

"Simon, Simon!" Valery shouted tremblingly~www.novelbuddy.com~but Simon didn't answer.

Just as he was about to touch Simon, ripples appeared in the space beside him, and a little human old man came out, and the soldiers around him drew their swords cautiously.

"Don't worry, my own people. I'm a senior adviser to Marquis Simon. Some of you should have seen it." Bishop looked at Harris and the others.

Seeing Harris and the others nodding, Grand Duke Gasepe looked at Bishop suspiciously. Through space teleportation, he recognized that this was a legendary powerhouse.

But since he was Simon's advisor, why didn't he show up in the previous battle? You know, a legendary powerhouse can withstand thousands of troops!

Seeing everyone's doubts, Bishop explained casually: "You have your battlefields, and legends also have legendary battlefields. Let me wake up Marquis Simon!"

Everyone looked at Valery cautiously. Simon was his son, and he was the only one who could make the decision. Knowing that he could not solve his son's symptoms, Valery could only nod helplessly.

Bishop put his fingertips on Simon's forehead, then mobilized his own life source, and slowly injected it into Simon's body.

"Woo!" Simon shivered, opened his eyes as if waking up from a dream, his face was pale and scary.

Glancing at Bishop, then at the people around him, and finally looking at the empty battlefield full of corpses, Simon forced a smile: "Finished?"

"Yes, we won." Harris replied flatly. Although they won, they paid an extremely painful price, which is not worthy of joy.

"It's good to win. If you win, you will have time to breathe. If you win, you will have hope." Simon smiled wearily, and then slowly fell asleep.

He, this period of time is really too tired...