Rise of the Horde Chapter 664 - 663

Snowe regrouped at the northern junction with the efficiency of a man who had been planning his next move since the mont he gave the order to withdraw.

The junction was where three roads t on flat, open ground ten miles northeast of the engagent field, its geography unremarkable except for a waystation that the provincial courier network maintained and a stone well that could serve a thousand n without running dry. It was not a defensive position. It was a eting point, and the eting Snowe intended was between his retreating force and the reinforcents that had been converging on the province for days.

They arrived within the hour. The Baron of Lettra's two thousand soldiers ca down the eastern road in column, their armor bearing the green-and-silver livery of the baronial forces that had garrisoned the eastern frontier since the Tekarr approaches were established.

They were fresh, well-supplied, and commanded by a captain-general nad Oswyn who had received a thorough briefing from Snowe's advance riders and who arrived without the look of a man who needed the situation explained to him.

Three thousand soldiers of the Second Army's eastern detachnt appeared on the western road thirty minutes later, their pace still carrying the urgency of a force that had been marching at near-double ti for two days under orders that left no ambiguity about the consequences of arriving late.

Snowe stood at the junction's center and watched his force reconstitute itself around him with the quiet satisfaction of a general who had designed for this contingency even while prosecuting the campaign that had made it necessary.

The defeat at the farmland engagent was real and he did not minimize it. The Horde had found his blocking position from an angle he had not watched, had broken his formation mid-maneuver, and had split his command structure at the mont it was most needed. It was the kind of defeat that happened when an enemy exceeded the paraters that planning had assigned to it.

He had been assigning new paraters since the retreat began.

The orcish commander had demonstrated four capabilities that no previous assessnt of the Yohan Horde had adequately weighted.

First, a willingness to abandon tactically superior positions when holding them beca strategically inferior, which ant that any Threian plan built on the assumption that the Horde would defend what it had taken was a plan built on a wrong premise.

Second, a night march capability through difficult terrain that produced a ford, deployable force at the end of it rather than the exhausted, disordered column that thirty miles of confined darkness should have created.

Third, a command structure at the warband and sub-warband level that maintained cohesion and executed complex maneuvers without direct supervision from the central commander, which was not a capability that orcish forces had been credited with and which changed the calculations of every engagent where the Horde's subordinate commanders might operate independently.

Fourth, an understanding of command-post targeting that spoke of a deliberate doctrinal choice rather than opportunistic action.

Snowe filed these assessnts in the ntal ledger that experienced commanders maintained for the qualities of dangerous enemies and turned to the practical question the next ten days would answer.

The Horde held Irenre and, effectively, the eastern province. Its supply line through the southeastern corridor was intact. Its force was battle-hardened, confident, and led by a commander whose judgnt had been proven correct at every decision point of the campaign.

Against this, Snowe now had seventeen thousand soldiers, fresh reinforcent, and the logistical advantages of operating within the kingdom's supply infrastructure rather than at the end of a line that crossed enemy territory.

The number advantage was real. What he did with it was the question.

He summoned his officers that evening. The waystation's large room held them all, the baronial officers standing alongside the Second Army's detachnt commanders alongside the battered veterans of his own reorganized force.

The candles burned low while Snowe spoke, his assessnt delivered in the precise, asured language that his officers associated with plans they could trust.

"The Horde's strength is its discipline and its ability to maneuver. Its weakness is its supply line and its distance from its base. We do not attack it where it is strongest. We attack its ability to stay where it is. A battle is a contest of force. A campaign is a contest of endurance. We have seventeen thousand soldiers on ground we know, supplied by a system that does not run through a mountain corridor. They have eight thousand on ground they do not know, supplied by a line that can be severed if we are patient enough to position ourselves to sever it permanently rather than temporarily."

Colonel Thaddeus looked up from the map. "They showed at the valley crossing that patience is sothing they possess in quantities we have underestimated."

"Yes," Snowe said. "Which ans we must be more patient still."

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Two miles south, at the edge of the engagent field where the Horde had taken its position for the night, Khao'khen received the Verakh reports about the junction and the forces assembling there with the attention of a commander who had been expecting this developnt and had been thinking about its implications since before the battle ended.

Seventeen thousand soldiers was a different problem from eleven thousand. Not an impossible problem, but a different one, and the difference mattered in the specific way that arithtic always mattered when the army doing the arithtic was the smaller one.

He called Sakh'arran to the map table and they worked through the numbers together, the two of them applying the analytical discipline that had been the foundation of every decision since the campaign began.

The Horde had eight thousand four hundred warriors. Against seventeen thousand Threian soldiers on ho ground with interior supply lines, a direct engagent produced an outco that the numbers made obvious.

The Horde's superiority in formation discipline, combined arms coordination, and individual ferocity had beaten Snowe's force twice in open engagents where the numbers were roughly even. At two to one, those advantages were diminished by the arithtic in ways that training and courage could not entirely overco.

"We cannot stay here," Sakh'arran said. It was a statent of logistics rather than of urgency. "The supply line through the corridor is adequate for current consumption but not for a sustained static defense. Without the ability to draw on the province's stored resources, which Governor Harwick's cooperation gave us only while we held Irenre, we begin to feel supply constraints in approximately twelve days. Snowe knows this. Everything he is doing is designed to run the clock."

"Then we must make the clock work for us," Khao'khen said.

He looked at the map. The province spread before him in its roads and settlents and the geography that shaped everything both sides could do within it.

Sowhere in that geography, there was a move that Snowe had not yet prepared for, because seventeen thousand soldiers were not omnipresent regardless of how many roads converged at how many junctions.

He found it at the third hour of study, and when he found it, he called the council.