Chapter 1849: Chapter 605: His Majesty the King’s Strategic Deployment (Part 4)
“It’s useless,” His Majesty the King smiled faintly, “After prolonged negotiations with the Senate and the Temple, the kingdom has ultimately decided to accept the Bode Clan’s aerial interdiction support. Even if the Demon Clan’s air force arrives, it won’t be effective unless they have Obischillaci’s oil melon, otherwise their air force can only serve as aerial scouts and auxiliary troops, never becoming the main combat units.”
“Looks like the Senate and the Temple still have their wits about them.” Richard sighed heavily, “I was just worried the other day, what if the kingdom rejected the Swan Tribe’s aerial interdiction support, how the hell were we supposed to fight this war?”
He was indeed worried, but Richard wasn’t without contingency plans. He exerted great effort to pull thirty thousand Wolf Cavalrymen, who had a foot in the grave, back into action, specifically to counterbalance the potential aerial defense imbalance if the kingdom rejected Bode Clan’s military aid—Relying solely on Songli’s transformation and the mud-foot giant’s rays can only yield a batch of transformed air troops, which is far from sufficient!
Richard exchanged the “An’erle Formation” for the Demonic Sea Clan’s “Nau Platinum,” almost completely disregarding the future implications for Aegean, all to forge a fleet of Aerial Beast Riders!
Thirty thousand Wolf Cavalrymen, through the dual transformation of “Nau Platinum” and Doppler Rays, could suddenly turn into thirty thousand aerial Phantom Beast Wolf Riders!
These aerial Wolf Riders aren’t just armored Phantom Beasts, they are aerial units capable of using magic attacks!
Combined with the elite thirty thousand battle-hardened Wolframs, this would be a dreamlike air force!
Due to the large population of the tribe, Phantom Beast Wolves could henceforth thrive and establish themselves in the Bimon Kingdom as a new species of aerial Magical Beast, benefiting future generations!
However, since the kingdom has already accepted the Bode Clan’s aerial interdiction support, Richard decided not to inform King Sal about the thirty thousand Wolf Cavalrymen for now. Perhaps it would be better to give the king a surprise later.
“Given the strategic prominence of Red Earth Highland, it’s really unreasonable that the kingdom never established a feudal overlord here nor set up fixed garrison points in the past.” Helen sighed lightly, considering how Bimon had been in Primitive Ancient Origin for thousands of years, how come none of the previous kings had King Sal’s foresight?
“It’s not negligence, previously Bimon didn’t deploy defensive forces around the Sanggan River for two reasons: firstly, because the Dorott pass is a natural checkpoint and barrier, easy to defend and hard to attack, with Wolf Cavalry guarding it there’s basically no need to worry; secondly, because aquatic Beamon live in the Sanggan River, humans attempting to cross the river to attack Bimon would first have to reckon with these aquatic Beamon who might scuttle their vessels.” Daisy smiled, explaining the logic in detail to Helen: “Now the Demon Clan arriving in the southern wasteland through the Space-Time Rift of Bering Mountains is an unforeseen event!”
“That’s precisely what we considered before. Besides firmly controlling the Dorott pass, the river domain of Sanggan, inhabited by aquatic Beamon, including the river horse people of the House Tribe, Water Mink People of the Mink Clan, and Water Otter People of the Ander Tribe, though not numerous, can stay submerged and control nine small crossing points without issue, the performance of river horse poets during the defense of Obischillaci was enough to prove this point!” King Sal nodded, agreeing with Daisy’s speculation: “Actually, not a single past king ever worried about humans launching an attack because Donau Wasteland lacks mineral and grain resources, entirely devoid of strategic value, there’s nothing humans could profit from! The Demon Clan are indeed unplanned adversaries, and Sea Clan even more so, our coastline virtually lacks outposts or garrisons. If it weren’t for timely intelligence, who knows how badly we’d be ambushed!”
“Majesty, rest assured!” Old Richard patted his chest, making a thumping sound: “I originally had no intention of trading Red Earth Highland for Shieldaxe Dwarves, what I just said about being willing to trade was merely a ruse to deceive Rommel by pulling a fast one.” This content belongs to novel✦fire.net
Before he finished speaking, Richard hissed and inhaled sharply, suddenly recalling the Aegean map drawn by Mulanese, seized at the Desert Oasis; it prominently marked Obischillaci as a strategic key point!
Others might not know, but Richard remembered clearly that the annotations on that Mulan map were not from anyone else but Rommel himself.
Could this bastard also be targeting Obischillaci’s strategic significance? Richard connected all the dots, feeling a subtle chill!
If Rommel really managed to exchange for Red Earth Highland and subsequently gave it for free to the Demon Clan, he’d have immense prospects for advancement; he’s barely scraping by now, desperate for a chance to shine.
“Obischillaci!” The more Richard thought, the more certain he became that Rommel must be plotting this way, but this bastard could never have dreamed that the annotation he’d left on the Mulan map would turn into a beacon revealing his intentions entirely today!
“Rommel is taking advantage of Richard’s lack of strategic foresight; he intends to use Shieldaxe Dwarves to set up a blossoming trap, deceiving us into giving up Red Earth Highland, a strategic chokepoint!” Daisy, indeed a top-notch student in military strategy, quickly deduced the conclusion from her beloved’s expressions.
“If Rommel regards all Beamon as thick-headed, that’s his mistake.” King Sal sneered, “But this guy is finished anyway. You guys shouldn’t consider him a figure of importance; the fallen Elves certainly won’t delegate power to him, a foreigner, and he doesn’t wield any influence on his own, like a beached whale on the sands. No matter how capable, how big a wave can he stir?”