After surveying the surroundings, Hudson found that the city had been built against the mountains and beside the water. Its moat was a natural river.
He had not gone down to inspect it personally, but the river's gentle flow made it obvious that its volume was not large.
A water attack was out of the question, and there was not much to burn with a fire attack either.
After all, the city had just been ravaged by war, and Giant Centipedes clearly were not skilled at construction.
Its weaknesses were also obvious. This so-called city was little more than psychological comfort; its actual defenses were extremely limited.
Perhaps wary of the threat posed by the Magic Crystal Cannons, the Giant Centipedes had scattered their camps widely. There was not enough room inside the city to station them all, so many troops had been placed outside the walls.
After making a round, Hudson decisively returned, giving the enemy's powerful fighters no chance to strike.
"Pass down the order. Have the cavalry corps take turns circling behind the enemy and harassing their camps!"
Hudson gave the order decisively.
Compared to the Giant Centipedes, the allied army had another advantage: stronger ranged firepower.
The Magic Crystal Cannons were still on the way, but the army had brought Magic Crossbows with them. They could fire from two hundred meters away, making it difficult for the enemy to retaliate.
Surely they were not going to trade shots with ballistae and catapults? Those cumbersome things were nowhere near as mobile as cavalry.
They did not expect to kill many Centipede Soldiers, but the blow to enemy morale would undoubtedly be enormous.
War had always been like this: one wrong step led to countless more. By failing to launch a decisive battle at once, the Giant Centipedes