"Pass down the order! The field kitchen is to light the fires and prepare a meal immediately!"
The enemy had delivered themselves right to their doorstep. If they did not react at all, that would be inexcusable.
Long marches consumed a great deal of stamina. The Magic Crocodile army had come from afar and was physically and mentally exhausted.
Launching an attack before the enemy had gained a firm foothold was undoubtedly the best choice.
Time passed second by second. As dawn gradually broke, the vast army marched out of camp beneath the first rays of morning light.
Closer, ever closer!
The massive march quickly caught the enemy's attention, but that no longer mattered.
Since Hudson had made his name, he had fought hundreds of battles large and small, yet the number of frontal decisive engagements between massive armies he had commanded could be counted on one hand.
It was not that he did not want to win openly and honorably. His own strength had simply been limited, leaving him few opportunities for such a battle.
Hudson glanced at the earthen mounds around the enemy camp and the rows of wooden stakes before its gates, and a smile crept onto his lips.
They had prepared both horse pits and chevaux-de-frise, and the horse pits had even been enhanced. Any warhorse that fell in would be crippled if not killed.
Clearly, the enemy had not spent these past days idly.
They had simply not learned the lesson thoroughly enough. Pits surrounded them on all sides; while they could hinder a cavalry charge, they also made it harder for their own troops to maneuver.
"Pass down the order. The artillery is to take position at once and conduct staggered fire on the enemy camp!"
With the enemy prepared, sending cavalry to