Drawing Cards in the Middle Ages to Rise in Ranks-Chapter 392 - 78: The Enemy Approaches

The first meeting between the two sides was not harmonious.

But Chelina was a girl who knew the importance of the big picture, and she quickly spoke up: "We should hold a combat meeting. The expedition army doesn’t carry much heavy weaponry, so they won’t be slowed down much by the march speed."

This means that the expedition army, which landed on the shore today, might arrive at Wolf Castle as early as tonight.

Juliano frowned deeply, the guilt in his heart quickly pushed down to the bottom: "Come with me."

Juliano led a group of people into Wolf Castle.

This castle was built quite well. It was not a bastion or star fortress style popular in this era.

But its walls were wider and thicker, and many passageways seemed to be cut from the mountain itself. The utilization of terrain was far superior to ordinary castles. The outer walls stood entirely on steep cliffs, so that enemies wanting to approach the walls must pass over a wide drawbridge, or climb the steep cliffs.

However, the stone towers built protruding from the cliffs could cover these climbable locations entirely.

If Wolf Castle was built according to the systematic fortress standards, it would at least be a level three castle, much stronger than New Habsburg and Jorgelisburg.

"As long as the enemy can’t dismantle the main cannon on the Yakexi, it won’t be easy to breach this fortress."

But Losa quickly frowned. The material of this fortress was not the cement and brick structure he imagined, but mostly natural stone and cement, which meant its resistance to cannon fire was far less than that of a brick structure.

Juliano sighed: "There’s no way. When Wolf Castle was built, it didn’t really consider cannon fire."

The major powers of Europe were the only ones extensively using artillery at this time. Most countries were still in the cold weapon era. Due to the widespread existence of extraordinary power, gunpowder weapons were not particularly advantageous.

Some purely magical artifacts were actually more powerful than weapons driven by both magic and gunpowder.

Mordak, who returned with them, said: "The expedition army mainly uses small-caliber rapid-fire cannons. Their power is limited, but they could still bring down those towers. We should prepare in advance."

"I understand."

Juliano nodded, keeping this in mind. The mental and physical effort of recent days had added many more white hairs to his head.

Losa asked: "Clan Leader Juliano, how many warriors does the Texas Wolf Race have in total?"

"There are one thousand three hundred and forty-two registered, but only about a third truly count as warriors."

There were too many mixed bloods in the Texas Wolf Race. Their strength was naturally much greater compared to ordinary people, but they were far from the true elite of the wolf race. This wasn’t a war between mundane armies, where forcing a group of farmers to defend a city could produce good results.

Losa nodded: "The enemy is already at our doorstep, and what we can do is very limited now. Next, I and my companions will completely follow your orders. We can discuss each of our strengths in detail at the combat meeting."

Juliano was somewhat moved. He opened his mouth, but in the end just nodded slightly.

Losa was also quite helpless. He felt that if his and Jeanne’s roles were swapped—if he had been sent to Texas for a month and Jeanne to sail with Captain Hog on that journey twenty thousand leagues under the sea—the result might be vastly different.

A month’s operation time may be short, but if scrutinized closely, there’s much that could be done.

In fact, the potential of the Texas Wolf Race was high. With the British dominating North America, why not simply and decisively fall under the banner of France or Habsburg Germany as a subordinate? 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

After all, Louis XVI did sell "heads" to support America, and since the Hundred Years’ War, England and France have been like sworn enemies. France would spare no cost to plant a thorn in the British side in North America.

The relationship between Habsburg Germany and the Two Sicilies Wolf Race was also not harmonious. The Yakxi Wolf Race had always sought to incorporate the Veneto Region under Habsburg influence, and starting from this angle might also extract some support from the Habsburg Family.

Moreover, although the Iberian Alliance and the Netherlands Federation appeared to have calm relations with the British, in reality, they were far from harmonious. The British Empire was known for stirring trouble. If not for their limited power, even their allies would gladly give them trouble.

Of course, this might cause Texas to lose a certain degree of autonomy and be seen as a thorn by the British, becoming a tool for other powers to use against Britain.

But this was still much better than being wiped out like dry wood by the old wolf race, right?

Of course, talking about these things now is hindsight. Losa’s territory, just in terms of population, still couldn’t match the vast and sparse Texas. Without the support of commerce, Transjordan was far less valuable than Texas land.

His governance experience certainly couldn’t match Juliano’s.

Who knows if Juliano might even play a strong card? If he does, Juliano would certainly rank higher as an internal affairs talent than Kurs.

As for Juliano having already died on the original timeline—the setup of Yesterday’s Giant Ship navigating the river of time facilitated the reasonable extraction of characters who were already killed by the plot, bringing them back into the player’s hands.

The combat meeting ended quickly.

The entire Wolf Castle entered the final preparations for battle.

Everyone’s faces were solemn. The concept of bloodline had long been ingrained in the minds of the wolf race, and even among the newly liberated-minded new wolf race, they still couldn’t help but feel anxious in their hearts about the Yakxi Wolf Race, which boasted the closest bloodline to the "Wolf Lord," and those high-ranking wolf races.

Some of the wanderers who were expelled by the old wolf race had even more complex expressions. Though they hated their own clan, they also eagerly anticipated fighting a refreshing battle against the enemies who had expelled them.

However, having once been within the system of the high-ranking wolf race, they understood the terror of the old wolf race more than those mixed-blood comrades born in foreign lands.

Click—

Losa lit a match, igniting the cigarette dangling from his lips.

He and Jeanne stood shoulder to shoulder on a tower protruding from the castle walls, with an abyss below them.

The night wind blew her golden curls, making them dance.

"You seem to be doing quite well during this time here?"

When Losa and she came out, they saw many wolf race warriors enthusiastically greeting Jeanne, and Jeanne warmly responding, the relationship was harmonious to an extreme.

Jeanne smiled and said: "Yes, it’s quite good. There are a lot of handsome young wolf race guys, and each one is so energetic. Spending much time with them makes me feel like I’m not that old."

After speaking, she teased with a bit of confusion: "What’s made you think to talk with me first? I thought you’d call Prajna out first to ease some of this time’s yearning."

"I’m not in the mood for joking with you right now."

Losa shook his head: "Business first."