[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence":3,"chapter-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-389":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Warlord: Starting with Daily Intelligence",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2338852,4572,"Chapter 389","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-389",389,"\u003Cp>“This...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Darike arrived right behind him and stared in shock at the figure in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never expected that the eldest young master’s prediction had actually come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Commander Darike, the orcs have appeared—let’s move out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Adams, this is too dangerous! If there are many orcs, our five thousand men cannot possibly resist! I suggest we first send scouts ahead and dispatch messengers to the main camp for reinforcements!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let us wait until the situation becomes clear before deciding our course—this is the safest approach!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Commander Darike’s plan was reasonable—it was the best way to handle orcs in the Northern Frontier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they had been conscripted, not tasked with defending their own lands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they won, they earned merit; if they lost, they gained nothing and had to bear the losses themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So it was better to be cautious—no great glory, but no devastating losses that might damage the family’s foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The latter, however, was when one truly fought to the death—lose the land, and the family perishes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time was different—he, Adams, had precise intelligence; how could he be so conservative? “No, Commander Darike, scouting and sending for help is fine, but we must depart immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing this, Commander Darike’s expression darkened, assuming Adams was acting recklessly and irresponsibly toward his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Adams added, “Commander Darike, you don’t seriously believe Father only sent you to accompany me on a training exercise, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The family has already received intelligence—the orcs ahead number no more than a thousand, and the servant troops at most two or three thousand!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Therefore, for our House Austin, this is an unparalleled opportunity for merit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Young Master Adams, are you serious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darike could hardly believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, he already believed half of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the excuse of “training the eldest young master” was far too flimsy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course it’s true! Commander Darike, let’s go—delay any longer and the merit will slip away!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Young Master Adams—but, sir, let my men lead the way...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, the five thousand troops of House Austin immediately mobilized and marched toward Graystone Bridge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, to avoid scaring off the orcs, they advanced under cover of darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar! Ha! They’ve broken through—hurry! Some orc warriors have already scaled the wall! The rest of you, push harder!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Graystone Bridge’s encampment, seeing orc warriors finally surging onto the wooden wall, Babik couldn’t help roaring in excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the wall was breached, these mere two or three thousand humans would be no match for orc champions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his urging, the orc warriors charged forward with even greater fearlessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Quickly, drive them off! Listen up—kill one orc, and you’ll be rewarded fifteen silver coins!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast, the nobles, watching more and more orcs climb the ramparts, grew panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They roared orders to their men while raising the bounties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before absolute strength, all tactics were useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the orcs secured their footing, the serf troops began to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many serfs were crushed off the wall by orc spiked clubs, allowing the orcs to seize long stretches of the wooden wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar! Roar! Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More orcs stood atop the wall, letting out triumphant roars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plop! Plop! Plop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, before Babik could revel in his triumph, a dense whistling suddenly erupted from within the camp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, over a dozen thick bolts shot from dark corners, striking several elated orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ordinary arrows didn’t frighten them—but these thick bolts were deadly tools of slaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roar! Roar! Roar!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The immense force of the crossbow bolts sent several orcs flying backward off the wall, crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they fell, the orcs screamed in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud! Thud! Thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, those desperate cries were brief and cut short by the dull thumps of their bodies hitting the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surrounding orcs and servant troops froze, turning to stare at Babik behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Babik’s face twisted in fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourteen of his men wiped out in one volley—this weapon was terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Charge in! Rush in at full speed—don’t let those damned humans keep using this weapon!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Babik knew the longer he delayed, the heavier the casualties would be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Roar! Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orcs launched another charge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stormtroopers—advance!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the Storm Legion—their last reserve—finally entered the fray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serfs—kill too! No one retreats! Whoever flees will be executed on the spot, and his family enslaved!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the camp erupted in battle cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Stormtroopers’ aid, the orcs’ plan for a swift victory collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the ballistae continued to rain down arrows, slaughtering orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the ballistae originally stationed beneath the wooden wall were relocated to the rear of the camp, joining the sniping effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty ballistae firing in unison took out at least seventeen or eighteen orcs per volley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than ten minutes, over two hundred orcs had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Combined with earlier losses, orc casualties now reached roughly three hundred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was only because the servant troops were still holding the line—if not, orc losses would have been far greater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, by now, the tide of battle had begun to tilt toward the orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orcs held numerical superiority; Gervas’s Stormtroopers could match them one-on-one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with only two hundred men, and without fighting to the death, they were gradually being pushed back by the orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull crash echoed as the camp gate was torn open from within by the orcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! The camp gate has been breached!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! We’re finished!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mil and the others cried out in alarm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the gate destroyed, nothing now blocked the orcs—their only fate left was to be surrounded and slaughtered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha! You two-legged sheep—I’ll torture you slowly, make you regret ever fighting the orc race!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Babik swaggered to the gate, sneering at the nobles now trapped in the encirclement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where the hell is Adams? If he’s this unreliable, I won’t give him another favor next time!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gervas frowned slightly—since the battle began, Adams should have arrived by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he didn’t come soon, Gervas would have to deploy his cannons and homemade melons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were his last cards—he didn’t want to reveal them unless absolutely necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gervas, if we’re not dead yet when you get here, make sure you finish us off—don’t let us fall into those green-skinned monsters’ hands!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! Gervas, same for me—and everyone else: whoever’s last, make sure you kill the others. No one gets captured by those damned green-skinned beasts!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mil and the others showed grit, making final arrangements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kill!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then, Gervas’s ears twitched—he heard faint battle cries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, a faint smile curled at Gervas’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adams... finally arrived!\u003C\u002Fp>",1105,"2026-06-20T22:44:02.338Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b222642ec001d866f064f05ec09a2c4161d80c497ac7018fa2abd8d695af8ad7","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-390","warlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-chapter-388",521,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwarlord-starting-with-daily-intelligence-cover.jpg"]