With such a dense rain of arrows, aiming was completely unnecessary. The enemy's firing rate was as swift as a stampeding herd, one volley after another. General Dor had only ever seen such a concentrated barrage from a few of the northern foreign tribes, and from the Moon Elves.
At this rate of attrition, the Werewolf Infantry Corps would be completely annihilated.
"How many Goblin Tribes have we reached today?" General Dor inquired. Though reluctant, deep down, he was already leaning toward the second plan.
'A surprise attack is impossible now. Fortunately, my own forces haven't suffered any major losses yet.'
"Eleven, with roughly ten thousand people. Including the previous ones, that's over twenty thousand.
There are still sixty-two tribes in the rear," his adjutant reported.
General Dor had his adjutant bring out a map and examined it himself. His original plan had included conquering Sirich City, but now, that had been reduced to a siege.
