King of the North: My Lord's Diary Weekly Summary

Chapter 221, The Wild Boar Clan Arrives! (Thanks to the casual reader for the three monthly tickets!!)

The two stepped forward.

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"Take a few people out for a walk and familiarize them with the terrain."

Raymond nodded and turned to leave.

Wayne then turned to Ronald and Wright.

"Take some men and inspect the watchtower's defensive features."

During the afternoon meeting, they reported this to Raymond and me.

The two men accepted the order and turned to go downstairs.

"You're aware of the situation?"

Wayne nodded, but didn't say anything more.

He was thinking about Raymond.

If the mechanism of follower advancement is indeed related to past life experiences, then what Raymond needs is a real defensive battlefield, a true battle of life and death.

And Watchtower No. 9 is the best opportunity.

He looked out the window; it was already getting dark.

"Rachel, let's have a meeting this afternoon."

Everyone's here, let's plan our defense strategy.

Rachel nodded, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

"it is good."

The afternoon meeting was still held in the command room on the second floor of the watchtower.

A map was spread out on the long table. Raymond stood in front of the table, his finger slowly moving along the terrain around Watchtower Nine.

His nearly two-meter-tall body leaned slightly forward, his expression focused.

"The terrain of Watchtower No. 9 has both advantages and disadvantages for us."

He spoke, his voice steady.

"The advantage is that both the east and west sides are steep slopes, so the barbarians—at least the boar tribe's forces—cannot attack from the flanks."

At the same time, our ambushers attacking from both sides will be more effective.

His finger pointed due north.

"The disadvantage is that the terrain in this area is open, allowing the boar tribe to deploy their formations and the large boars to have room to charge."

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Rachel frowned: "That's what I'm worried about too. Beyond the pass, our camps and soldiers simply won't be able to stop their charge from the front."

Raymond shook his head and continued to draw a few lines on the map with his finger.

"It can be blocked, but it cannot be blocked by force."

My idea is to use cavalry to engage them head-on, preventing them from charging at full strength.

He looked up at the crowd.

"The wild boar tribe's advantages are its thick skin, strong flesh, and powerful charge."

What are the disadvantages?

Turn slowly and the wild boar will charge and you won't be able to stop it.

If we have the cavalry feign an attack from the front to lure them into a charge, and then pull back to the side—the moment they overshoot their targets, their flanks will be exposed.

Wayne nodded without interrupting.

Raymond continued, "The wolf pack ambushes were positioned on the slopes on the east and west sides."

Once the boar tribe's formation was exposed after their charge, the ambush team came down the slope and attacked their flanks.

This is my core strategy—frontal engagement, flanking attacks, preventing them from having a head-on collision.

He paused, then pointed to the city wall.

"The arrow squads on the city wall are tasked with suppressing the Fire Ravens and picking off wild boars."

The fire crows of the Fire Crow Clan can burn down city walls; they must be shot down before they get close.

When lynxes climb stone walls, you can also use rolling stones and arrows to deter them.

Raymond then pointed to a location further north on the map.

Rachel nodded: "There's one more problem—the wild boar."

Five level-two wild boars, they'd be too much for the city walls to handle if they charged. Did you even bring your siege crossbows? Are they enough?

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Wayne said, "It should be about right. After all, wild boars are second-tier life forms, and they're quite large. Shooting them and crippling them shouldn't be a big problem. We can just use that to rout their troops."

After listening, Rachel nodded and added, "Indeed, I understand your line of thinking."

I can take charge of the cavalry tactics.

The eighty men were divided into three teams: one team launched a feint attack from the front, while the other two teams waited on the flanks.

The group in front was smaller and ran faster, drawing the enemy's charge before scattering to the sides.

The flanking unit waited until the wild boar had overtaken its target before charging in from the side to cut the enemy's flanks.

She paused, then looked at Wayne: "But cavalry cannot engage in prolonged combat."

Charge in, slash once, and leave without lingering.

Wayne nodded: "Yes."

The role of cavalry is to contain, distract, and resist, not to kill the main force.

The main force consists of ballistae and wolf ambush teams.

He glanced at everyone, then looked at Raymond.

"Raymond, you're in charge of the overall situation."

The crossbowmen on the city walls, the cavalry on the front, and the wolf pack on the flanks are all under your command—from now on, your command is second only to mine and Anne's.

Raymond paused for a moment, noticing that Rachel didn't show any particular expression, then nodded emphatically: "Understood."

The meeting lasted for another half hour, going over every detail.

It was all clearly explained who was in charge of which area, under what circumstances to change tactics, and under what circumstances to retreat.

The sky darkened quickly in the evening, and the north wind howled as it rushed in from the mouth of the valley in the gorge.

Not all the sentries on the city wall were in position—they couldn't possibly deploy all their troops before knowing when the enemy would attack, and the ambush troops couldn't stay outside the city indefinitely.

The wolf ambush team retreated to the watchtower to rest, the cavalrymen waited in the barracks, and only the observation posts on the city wall kept their eyes on the north.

Wayne stood on the observation deck, looking at the northern horizon.

Anne stood beside him without saying a word.

Suddenly, a dark shadow appeared on the northern horizon.

Wayne squinted; his Shadow Eye ability allowed him to still have good eyesight in the twilight—it was a group of barbarian soldiers heading south along the valley.

I didn't see any very large shadows or wild boars.

Wayne quickly calculated in his mind.

Without the presence of wild boars attacking the city, it doesn't seem like a formal offensive.

This should be their first attack on Watchtower Nine—just sending a team to test the waters first.

They wanted to see how many people were here, what kind of equipment they had, and how strong their fighting capabilities were.

Thinking of this, Wayne prepared to change tactics on the spot: "The city wall arrow troops, don't use the ballistae yet, and the soldiers shouldn't use the armored crossbows either."

Anne, standing beside him, was taken aback by his words: "My lord?"

"This is a test."

They don't know our situation yet.

Now that you've revealed your ballista, there are no more cards left.

Upon hearing this, Anne took another closer look at the rapidly approaching barbarian army:

Indeed, there were probably only a little over a hundred soldiers.

Leading the way were the lynx, a small but agile tribe that carried mostly short knives and hand axes.

Following behind were the boar tribe, more than thirty of them, each burly and carrying huge wooden shields and spiked clubs.

Seeing that Anne nodded and followed his train of thought, Wayne smiled slightly: "Please call Raymond up for me."

Wayne walked to a secluded corner and summoned his ballista—his men were now on the city wall and knew the ballista's versatility, so it didn't matter if they discovered it.

"Sir, there's been some movement from the north?"

Raymond arrived quickly, bringing with him Sean, clearly indicating that preparations for defending the city had been made.

"A scouting team of over a hundred people, but no wild boars were found."

Wayne said quickly, "The ballistae are not lit, nor are the armored crossbows."

We can defeat them with powerful bows and cavalry.

Raymond paused for a moment, but quickly nodded: "Understood. Keep a secret."