Chapter 677: A change of plans and a hand over the heart
Along the front in the valley of the two rivers, the main armies of the Kingdom of Bia and the Kingdom of Amant, which had come to reinforce them, were all deployed.
They had to guard against Savage Beastmen crossing the rivers in remote places and intercept enemies wherever they could bypass the natural barriers. The fighting was just as fierce there.
But thanks to the Guerrilla Army, this long front had never fallen. Whenever a crisis arose, the Guerrilla Army would appear behind the enemy.
The generals of the Kingdom of Bia were far more capable military commanders than those of Sogian. Many had been renowned generals even before the disaster, so the Guerrilla Army only needed to coordinate with them briefly for both sides to launch a pincer attack.
Battle after battle, large and small, inflicted considerable losses on the Savage Beastmen. Of course, the armies of the Soma People had also lost well over a hundred thousand soldiers by now. It was a meat grinder of death.
Upstream in the river valley, Dansen gripped his Broadsword with both hands, its heavy tip dragging diagonally along the ground as he gazed into the distance across the great river.
A layer of ice had already formed over the water before him, but that actually favored the Soma People.
They did not have to worry about Savage Beastmen walking across the ice. It was too thin; any Savage Beastman who stepped onto it would fall through and freeze or drown. Meanwhile, the ice made crossing by boat nearly impossible.
At least, the vessels the Savage Beastmen built from trees they felled themselves-better described as large wooden rafts than ferries-would not work. They would only become targets for arrows.