This is impossible!?

The green trees fell down with a bang, revealing the huge creature behind them. They were gray-white fortresses, either two floors, four or five floors, with different heights. They meandered along the hillsides by the beach, extending to the end of the vision.

How many bunkers are there here?

That exaggerated number seemed to Duke overnight to capture stonemasons and carpenters from all over the world as hard work, and then let these people work for a hundred years in an instant.

Not to mention those who are not familiar with Duke, even Ryan and Lothar, who have witnessed the miracle of cement, were a little confused. When did Duke get so much cement? When did he organize craftsmen to build so many bunkers?

This has simply forcibly thrust the entire coastline!

Not only the big bosses of the command center, but also the soldiers passing by the mountain couldn't help but point fingers at the things on the hills.

Seeing Duke transforming so many bunkers like magic, everyone in the command post felt a sense of worship as if they were worshipping ghosts and gods.

"All these are...really?" Losa even spoke a little unscrupulously.

"Fake! Most!" Duke spread his hands out of no way and shrugged: "And spreading the troops to the long defense line is what a fool does, and I don't want to do such a thing."

After saying that, Duke raised his chin and Windsol outside waved, and two Duke's private soldiers immediately brought a "fortress" over.

The commanders were stunned again.

That's right, two people carried a fortress that weighed countless tons in theory, uh, wait! Finally, a sharp-eyed guy saw the problem.

That's the color of wood!

"Wait!? This so-called fortress is all made of wood?" Soras, the king of Stormgard, couldn't help but speak.

Duke thought he was very righteous, and of course in the eyes of the kings, it was a thief smile: "To be precise, most of them are very thin wooden boards, plus wooden frames. Don't worry, they are made very strong, and they will not be broken unless they encounter strong winds blow for more than one day."

A group of big men walked out of the command center and looked around the "bunker" and couldn't help but admire Duke's wonderful ideas. At first glance, it looked like a complete house, but in fact the materials used in all places were minimized. It was covered with wooden boards and strips, and a lot of lime and soil were applied to the outside, making people look like this was a brick-and-wood bunker.

If you look from a distance, no one knows that this is just a good thing.

Not to mention the crossbows and shells, a single arrow can penetrate this thing. The problem is that so many are placed on the hills, it would be very generous!

It's a completely steel line of defense!

Duke clapped his hands: "Okay, I have arranged for the javelin militia to garrison at various key points. Next, I will trouble Aurelia to send half of her ranger to the key points to defend, plus General Dalin's patrol boat and my fishman, there will be no flaws."

Admiral Dailin was obviously happy.

Aurelia was a man who seemed to be charming and silenced Duke. The charming and sensation were fake, mainly because Aurelia remembered Duke's divine tricking method and deceived her afterwards. Those eyes were clearly saying "Little thief, you are the most cunning." Of course, no matter how others look at it, it's another matter.

King Aiden, Altlan, muttered a little unhappy: "Didn't it mean that the tribe has changed to a big chief? This guy is smarter than before? Then will he be fooled?"

This is indeed a problem.

But it's not a problem for Duke.

After the display, everyone returned to the command center.

"Haha! In fact, this new chief has always been my old rival to Chief Losar." Duke smiled heartily and looked at Losar: "The black hand is just a reckless man. All his responses and strategies before were his deputy - the current chief Orgrim came up with the idea. Just pay attention and you will find that this guy's playing style is actually the same as the opponent's sudden inspiration in the Elvin Forest."

Losa touched his chin and recalled the past: "Yes, I'm also surprised that the other party's commander is real and real, can fight tough battles, and has strategies and tactics. I thought he had always been an enemy with a strong overall view. I doubted it for a long time after killing the black hand. Such a smart guy shouldn't have provoked and dueled me."

"Hey! You haven't answered my question yet." King Aiden was very upset: "Why would he say that he would definitely let the tribe come to our best defense in Nanhai Town to die."

"Just rely on my understanding of my enemy... just rely on the other party's idea. Anyway, it's better to attack and log in the best conditions..." Duke deliberately paused: "I will definitely be dissatisfied if I say this, right?"

"Hmph!" King Aiden snorted coldly.

Duke raised his right hand and pointed his thumb at the big ice cube placed near the command window not far behind him: "When we met before, someone questioned whether the ugly head belonged to the tribe chief? Now you can try it. If the tribe really refuses to come, then hang this head at the gate of Nanhai Town and raise the battle flag he snatched up. Whether these two things are true or false, you will know it once you try it."

When Duke said this, Lothar's eyes were lit up in shock.

Ryan clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Okay!"

If the old king of a country is killed on the battlefield and even his head is cut off, what is the easiest way for the new king to establish his prestige? Isn’t it to kill the old king’s enemies and justify himself. By the way, it can also boost the morale of the people.

This principle is the same when it comes to a tribe that is more brave and advocates personal force.

Anthonydas touched his tall pure white beard: "We hung the head of the chief from the beginning?"

"No, no, no." Duke shook his right index finger: "That's a waste. I'm very confident that Orgrim will attack Nanhai Town. This move is just a security, or it's only used when forcing the tribe to bleed."

Force the tribe to bleed...

So cruel!

The kings could already imagine what would be like when the tribe discovered that Nanhai Town was a super hard bone and was about to retreat and had to continue to send troops to drop this death winch.

This is not all, Duke drew on the map: "As long as the tribe cannot cross the sea through this shortest passage, the tribe must circle around whether it is west or east. At that time, your fleet will be able to..."
Chapter completed!