The positions along the Left Wing Defense Line were not far from Landing Point Four. Yu Lin Bloodhawk quietly released an owl, telling Thirteen to prepare. Landing Points Four and Five were currently behind the Allied Army's actual line of control. Four was closer, with no trees in front of it, only a relatively flat stretch of grassy hills with gentle slopes.
Five lay farther to the rear, behind the woods in a valley. The valley was neither large nor small, formed by two tall, steep, rocky ridges that converged into a V. Dense woods filled the space between them, with the narrow end facing inland and the wide end extending into the sea. Those woods were not made up solely of tall deciduous trees, but also a great many low shrubs, making passage difficult.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk had inspected the place himself, because he had originally thought it would make the best retreat route. After seeing it, however, he had shaken his head. The main problem was how difficult it was to travel through the woods. There were too many tangled shrubs, ranging from one to two people's height. Even elves, renowned for their agility, found it hard going.
Ever since Thirteen had brought the galleons and aircraft carriers, he had remained concealed at Landing Point Five. As a precaution, he had even cleared a rough passage from the landing point to the valley entrance. Even then, it was still difficult to traverse and served only as a last resort. Yu Lin Bloodhawk ordered Thirteen to prepare to head for Landing Point Four at any moment.
In early December, the orcs increased their forces facing the Left Wing Defense Line to nearly two legions.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk felt a chill run down his spine. Throwing all other concerns aside,