I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 202 Playing Tricks (Part Two)
Dud stood on the watchtower behind the earthen wall of the camp, gazing at the distant camp of Prince Chris's army. When he silently counted the time in his mind and confirmed that more than an hour had passed, and then saw the envoy's procession appear, he knew that his plan had failed.

Prince Chris was not angered by the messenger he had sent, which meant that the former was calmer and more rational than he had imagined.

This is not good news.

Dud had prepared many traps for Chris, but if the latter didn't rush to attack, those traps would be useless.

Looking at the envoy procession, Dud noticed several figures among them who were clearly Bagnians. His eyes lit up and a plan immediately came to mind.

"Arrange for someone to deal with the envoy team at the stream, leave no one alive!"

Chris was unaware of the aforementioned events. The only thing he knew was that half an hour after the messenger left, a messenger stumbled over, found Chris in a meeting, and informed him of an important piece of information.

"The Minesian envoys, along with the envoys we sent, were all shot dead by the Minesian musketeers in the Stream area!"

"what?"

When Chris heard the news, his first reaction was disbelief. "I just sent players over to assassinate you, but they haven't even gotten close to the camp yet. How did you know what I wanted to do?"

But after a moment's thought, Chris immediately understood his opponent's purpose in doing so.

General Dud of Minicia is pressuring me to launch an attack today; he just can't stand seeing me idle.

Didn't the Minissia side have a time advantage in this battle?
Judging from the behavior of our opponents, they seem to be even more anxious than we are.

Chris tapped his fingers lightly on the edge of the sand table, his eyes gradually sharpening, and he suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"I see. Dud is afraid."

The warband commanders inside the tent looked at each other, and one of the players couldn't help but ask.

"Your Highness, the enemy clearly holds the advantage of terrain, why are they in such a hurry?"

"I suspect there are two reasons. First, winter is just around the corner, and these Minisians rushed into Bagnia; I doubt they have adequate winter clothing."

Chris turned and pointed to the other side of the map.

"The second reason is the Bohemian Empire... The Minisians definitely know something we don't."

Immediately, some players burst out laughing.

"So, if we can capture General Duds alive, wouldn't that be a great achievement?"

"Yes, it's a great achievement, it should be calculated as double... no, triple the merit."

Chris's gaze swept over the eager players, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

"Capture Dud alive? That's a good idea, three times the reward, but..."

He suddenly turned around and looked toward the location of the Minisian camp.

"What I'm more curious about is what exactly made Dud so flustered that he couldn't wait even a day longer. He must have a third reason, a reason I overlooked."

"Your Highness, I remember that kid seemed to have gone around the fire area. Could he have abandoned most of the supplies in order to escape the fire as quickly as possible?!"

Upon hearing this, Chris was stunned. He frowned and thought for a while before his brows relaxed.

"Ah, that is indeed a possibility; I overlooked that."

Because of online shopping platforms, Chris had never experienced shortages or hardship, so he was completely oblivious to this possibility and never even considered it. But now, thinking about it, it's highly likely.

"If that's the case, then we have a few more tactical options."

Chris smiled, looked up at the warband leaders, and began assigning tasks.

"Regardless of the situation, our battle plan will not change because of the enemy's situation. We have our own rhythm... Follow the plan. Who will attack the jagged ridge high ground two hundred meters to the north?"

"me!"

One player raised his hand high and jumped up and down shouting.

"Our Zhongshan Wolf Regiment is entirely composed of mountain light infantry, making us the perfect candidate for this mission!"

Chris looked up at the dozen or so chapter commanders inside the tent, and then he thought for a moment.

"Alright, then the Zhongshan Wolves will be in charge... Considering that you currently only have two hundred people, I allow you to select members from other battle groups to assist you in the attack. The main attack will be yours, but the auxiliary attacks will also be indispensable, and you will be in charge of allocating them."

If you can capture the North Ridge Highlands within two days, the chapter will be promoted one rank, and all members will receive the Silver Star Medal, Second Class!

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Then there's the birch forest to the south."

Chris pointed to the area marked with pine needles on the map. The outline of the birch forest cast swaying shadows under the oil lamp. On both sides of the war conference table, several players were already rubbing their hands together, and the sharp weapons hanging at their waists made a soft sound in their leather sheaths.

"According to the intelligence from scout Barbarossa half an hour ago, there are nearly two companies of Minisians hiding inside. They are equipped with heavy armor, muskets, and swords and shields, making them a tough nut to crack."

"I...I...I...This mission is definitely our responsibility, the Mountain Tigers!"

"You're insane! We Han and Tang warriors are..."

As soon as Chris finished speaking, several battle leaders started vying for it.

Tough guy?
No, this is a huge pile of fat sheep!

It's just heavy armor, everyone has it. We're all fully armored too. On the contrary, they're not very interested in the ridge attack and defense mission.

Besides leaving some broth for small battle groups to use, it was also because climbing mountains in heavy armor was too tiring, but they were reluctant to switch to light armor or cotton armor.

Missions and such are nothing compared to looking cool.

Seeing this, Chris smiled helplessly. He knew that was just how players were.

"Alright, alright. This task is open to all, anyone can do it. Military merits will be calculated based on contribution points and the number of kills... It is not allowed to betray your own people. If you are discovered, your reputation will be deducted."

After briefly arranging the battle in the birch forest, Chris moved on to the main battlefield.

A frontal assault would be difficult. The soldiers would attack from the east, having to cross alluvial platforms, traverse a three-meter-wide stream and shallow beaches fifteen meters wide on both sides, and finally climb slopes and assault two-meter-high earthen walls.

Well, the terrain doesn't look dangerous, and anyone with feet can walk it, but even if the soldiers are lightly equipped, they will still expend a lot of energy to walk the whole way, not to mention that the enemy will bombard them with muskets and cannons while they are walking this route.

Therefore, Chris knew that he had to arrange for people to carry out earthwork before officially launching the attack.

(End of this chapter)