Lynn had enough troops to swing around both flanks and attack from behind. It was entirely feasible.
The only problem was that Lothair had limited forces, and the Louis's Army following behind him was basically a human wave.
But Lothair had still split his forces and sent them around behind.
The only issue was that the air units on both sides were still fighting overhead.
Both sides learned of each other's plans as they moved their troops.
He prepared to intercept the Northern Border Army, which was trying to form a encirclement.
But the Northern Border Army never showed up. Instead, it moved beyond their field of vision.
No one knew what they were up to.
On the main battlefield, Lothair had entrusted the front to his top general, Varus.
At the River Crossing Point on the front, Lothair's elite troops kept pushing forward, closing in on Lynn's position.
They were scattered, but each could hold off a hundred men. The only weapons that posed a threat to them were automatic weapons.
Their tactics were excellent. They kept dozens of meters apart, and each fighter was incredibly strong. They carried bomb-tipped javelins and moved at great speed, wielding captured machine guns or Dwarf-made rifles to fire with precision.
Ordinary troops without magic units were practically killed the moment they showed themselves.
Only the 75 Cannons with armored shields, well-positioned machine guns, and machine-gun emplacements forced them to use bomb-tipped javelins to destroy them.
Lothair's troops kept crossing the river, again and again.
Meanwhile, the defensive line on Lynn's front kept shrinking back.
Lothair was still moving around behind them. Lynn knew that, but Lothair wouldn't have time to wait for it.
A little over ten minutes passed. Lynn counted the enemy troops, then considered the 50,000 elite soldiers he had