The Medallion novel Chapter 1959

Dominating the Wind Plain had truly been an impressive feat for the Ghost Fief's army. Therefore, Zain's hands were tied. He couldn't find any excuses to suppress them for now, so he had no choice but to let them be, and the morale of the Ghost Fief's army only grew higher as time went by.

On the flip side, when Enoch learned that the Ghost Fief's army had conquered the Wind Plain and that over half of his soldiers had surrendered, he flew into a rage.

Unfortunately, no matter how furious he felt, it wouldn't change the situation. The Wind Plain's loss meant the vulnerable towns at the border of his fief were at the mercy of the royal army, who could easily swoop in and take over the border towns. If that happened, nothing could stop them.

Enoch was well aware of this risk, so he hastily ordered the Elite Fief's leader to take fifty thousand men to the Wind Plain, where they were to intercept Gilbert's army.

However, the loss of these fifty thousand soldiers would undoubtedly weaken the defenses he put around the Red River Valley.

Without a doubt, Enoch had a quandary in his hands.

Rocky had expected as much. He had seen through these events, and now he could carry out the next move of his plan.

He had also anticipated that Enoch would send troops to stop them from entering his fief, so Rocky purposefully steered clear of the border towns. They instead lay in wait at the boundary between the Red River Valley and the Wind Plain, prepared to ambush the Elite Fief's leader and his fifty thousand soldiers.

The Elite Fief's leader was caught by surprise, so he wisely gave the order to withdraw. He pulled his army back to a favorable terrain where they immediately formed defensive ranks.

Similarly, the Ghost Fief's army didn't press forward. They encamped on the spot instead and waited for a better opportunity to make a move.

"Odin, I don't understand. What are we waiting for? Shouldn't we attack the border towns now while we have a chance?" Gilbert asked, looking confused by Rocky's decisions.

"Well, I reckon Enoch has suffered enough. It's time for us to do him a favor," Rocky answered with a mysterious smile.

"What are you planning now?" replied Gilbert as he shot Rocky a surprised but knowing look.

"What do you think, sir?" Rocky responded cryptically.

"Enough! Why do you have to be so secretive? Can't you just go straight to the point?" Vivian whined.

"Are you saying we should hand over the Wind Plain to them?"

Gilbert seemed to understand Rocky's mysterious words.

"Exactly. We promised Prince Zain that we'll force Enoch to divide his forces, and we have done exactly that. Therefore, if anything goes wrong from here on out, that's not our fault anymore. It's their responsibility from here on out," Rocky finally answered straightforwardly, a mischievous smile stretching his lips.

"So, what are we going to do next?"

"Vivian, you will lead us in the next encounter. Judging from the terrain we are in, they would likely lure us into an ambush. I want you to act clueless, take the bait deliberately, and then retreat in defeat," Rocky ordered.

"Understood." Vivian nodded in all seriousness, trusting Rocky wholeheartedly.

"Once they get a taste of victory, they will surely become greedy and try to attack our camp. We will resist them a little, but we will retreat to the Wind Plain in the end!" Rocky added as he turned to Gilbert.

The next day, Vivian did as Rocky instructed and led the charge with ten thousand soldiers. And just as Rocky expected, their enemy fought them briefly before abruptly withdrawing.

Vivian didn't hesitate to send soldiers after them, leading five thousand soldiers on their tail.

As expected, they were led into a dense forest, caught in an ambush, and suffered the loss of quite a few soldiers.

In the end, Vivian had to order her troops to retreat in defeat.

This small victory greatly boosted the morale of the Elite Fief's troops, and their leader decided to strike while the iron was hot and pressed forward with his men.