Chapter 55: The Final Battle of Elven

  A night raid, the number of pursuers in the Red Flame Legion suddenly dropped by over a thousand, from seven thousand to less than six thousand.

  However, a few days later, Midy had to face again a pursuing corps of 7,500 men.

  The number of enemies did not decrease but increased instead, and the reason was simple: General Red Fox had reinforcements.

  Of course, he would never ask the Sais family for help - leading a legion of 10,000 to attack a small earl's territory and losing an allied earl's territory in the process? If such a thing really happened, his position as legion commander would not be guaranteed.

  So General Red Fox was summoned from Yorkshire.

  Three thousand garrison troops, half of whom were directly transferred by General Red Fox, leaving behind Quin Ning? Joseph's poor last thousand-man team, plus 500 old, weak and sick soldiers who were left over from previous battles, all abandoned in Yorkshire.

  And after being replenished with military strength and gaining an absolute advantage, the red fox finally launched a high-speed pursuit again with great momentum.

  This time, without any conspiracy or trickery, it was a straightforward and orthodox pincer movement, with a frontal assault that thoroughly utilized the advantage in troop numbers and the tacit cooperation between regular soldiers. The pursuit continued to compress the spirits' combat space. During the battle, no matter how favorable the situation seemed, Akakiri had completely abandoned any thoughts of launching a surprise attack. He couldn't help but admit that when it came to true military tactics, the former spoiled brat from the Asurēku family made him feel a chill run down his spine - if they really started playing with military tactics, the favorable situation might be turned upside down once again.

  However, this time, facing the Scarlet Flame Legion's conservative defensive iron wall, Midee did not launch any sneak attacks.

  Similarly, continuing to retreat is meaningless. Moreover, in the pursuit and escape, there will inevitably be some sporadic battles, in which Midie's side has no advantage at all, basically a one-for-one death probability, which is the worst consumption for the few elves.

  The fairy army marched rapidly and finally arrived at their destination, Elven Town, on the fifth day after the night raid.

  This is a deserted town that has been abandoned for many years. Although the townspeople had long since migrated without exception, all the buildings were left behind. The population of Elven Town was not small at that time, so both the streets and houses were quite large in scale. The houses stood side by side, the streets were complex, and there were also alleys and small roads, making the terrain of Elven Town very complicated.

  For an elven army vastly outnumbered by the Scarlet Crusade, this was a most suitable battlefield.

  Midi took advantage of the red fox's fear of night battles, seized the opportunity, and led his army to occupy the abandoned Elven town at sunset. The entire army immediately rushed to rest, while some elves skilled in hunting set up various checkpoints, passes, and traps in the town under the guidance of the elders.

  While Middy was busy building defensive fortifications, the Red Flame Legion, with a combined force of over 7,500 men, had set out and was approaching Elbert Town.

  And on the next day, this mighty army finally appeared southwest of Elven town.

  At dawn, riding the Bloodtooth Jaguar, Middy was in Elven Town, gazing southwest through the temporarily erected antlers with knife-like eyes.

  The sun rises from the east, putting on a golden cloak for the earth, driving away darkness and bringing back light.

  Wooooo...

  A distant and hollow bugle call faintly enters the ear from the farthest horizon, as if it came from hell.

  Mi Di's gaze swept afar, and all he saw was a crimson banner embroidered with a blazing flame, slowly rising from the hills in the southwest. In the cold wind of a winter morning, it emitted a rustling sound, billowing like flowing clouds.

  Behind the great banner, a forest of swords and knives gradually emerged, with cold blades reflecting the dawn's chill light, dense spears pointing straight at the sky, as if to reflect the dark and somber heavens.

  Facing the surging enemy, the elves around Medley couldn't help but change color slightly, their heavy and tense breathing quietly rising. Even Kraste, who was always calm and composed, had a hint of chill in his heart, he subconsciously tightened his leather armor, gripping the spinning blade in his hand even tighter.

  This time, they will no longer have the cover of night.

  This time, they will be unable to rely on tactics to form a local advantage.

  This time, it was a positive and tough confrontation, a victory that required blood and death to be forged.

  No one can truly be as calm as a dead man, so it's natural to feel tense and uneasy.

  But just at this moment, a calm voice slowly sounded up.

  "I must apologize to you all before we go into battle. Though our interests are now one, and we rise or fall together, in the end this is my war, but it's your lives that will be paid." Midy said quietly, "I'm deeply sorry for this, and at the same time, I want to say thank you here. Without Aries and your sacrifices, the Aslex family wouldn't have made it till now."

  Krasite was stunned, and the surrounding elf captains also looked at each other in dismay. They had originally thought that as a commander, Mide would give a passionate speech at this time to stabilize morale and boost their spirits.

  But no, Medici simply stated a fact that wasn't suitable for the table, that the elves were fighting and bleeding for the human nobles they had only just met, so he apologized for it and thanked them.

  But also precisely because it is a fact rather than an empty incitement, it will be easily accepted.

  It's easy to resonate with.

  Krusty, who had been looking uneasy, gazed at the young commander in front of her, who was half her age and not even twenty years old yet, looked into those honest black eyes, and finally smiled.

  "It's not for your sake that we fight, but for our own," Krasty corrected. "The ominous signs in the forest are spreading, and the tribe is still stuck in one place, eventually it will decline. To have such an opportunity to leave the forest where we've lived for hundreds of years and return to this stage is the best choice. And you, human, just need to fulfill the contract after victory and take us to more fertile land."

  The other spirits nodded in agreement. Although the great fire of Gran's forest had not yet started, as dwellers of the forest, they always had some subtle premonitions and unease, wanting to do something but ultimately doing nothing. Middy's arrival was undoubtedly an opportunity, and Krastyi spoke out their hearts.

  "Thank you." Midei said sincerely, and the next moment, in those black eyes, absolute confidence and unparalleled fighting spirit were reflected. "Then, let's go all out!"

  "Fight to the death!"

  The elves shouted in unison, and on those young faces, confidence and determination were re-condensing.

  Yes, since following Mi Di, no matter what kind of environment, facing what kind of enemy, has never been defeated once. Now it's just facing a few more underlings, why should I be afraid?

  "Victory!"

  A neat shout burst out like a volcano, spreading from near to far in all directions. Pairs of eyes looked at Mide, the familiar back of the black-haired young man who was always charging forward, his forever calm and sharp eyes gave them the courage to fight bloody battles.

  That fearless battle cry echoed across the land, causing the oncoming Crimson Flame Legion to change color.

  Under the flame banner in the Crimson Flame Legion, General Poter Saith, clad in a crimson heavy armor, had three parts of apprehension, three parts of anger and four parts of satisfaction flashing across his eyes.

  "Hmph, Medici Alstreim, in a head-on battle like this, with only 2,000 troops at your disposal, what can you possibly do?" General Akatsuki sneered coldly. "Even if I lose to you again and again, I still hold the upper hand, while you, just one defeat and it's game over for you! Today is your day of reckoning, Medici!"

  The next moment, General Red Fox swung his long sword downward with force.

  The red flag suddenly rose three feet high and then slowly moved forward.

  The bugle sounded again, the loud drumming sound rose to the sky, as if there was a huge invisible force, the entire Red Flame Army suddenly shook, and then, like a flood bursting out of the dam, surged towards Elven Town.