I became the master of the alien world

Chapter 314 Total War (3)

And all of this started when the Imperial General Thunder Emperor Bohemia came to the Mercenary Kingdom.

From the moment he arrived in the Mercenary Kingdom, the man who was regarded as the strongest knight in the empire began to lead his men to raid the rebel strongholds.

Many rebels have seen the power of his Thunder Fang Knights. Several times, when the rebels succeeded in sneak attacks and had an absolute numerical advantage, they were defeated by Thunder Fang Knights with half or less of their own number.

Therefore, although there were not many opponents in front of him, Mokra had to carefully weigh the strength of his opponents because he heard that Thunder Fang Knights were also serving as guardians among them.

In the event of an accident, the entire army may be wiped out, which is something Mokra absolutely does not want to see.

After a while, except for a few soldiers on guard duty, Mokra could no longer see any other Phylicians in the camp.

For them, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Ever since this Phylician army entered the cliff mountainous area, he has been sending out manpower to inspect it.

Although this team of Phylicians tried their best to avoid being discovered along the way, it was not easy for a team of more than a thousand people to completely eliminate traces in the jungle.

And the more cautious they were, the more Mokra felt there was something wrong.

After repeated observations, he became interested in what this team of Phylicians was transporting. It seemed to be a very important material.

So even though it would take a lot of risks, he still planned to sneak attack on this Phylician army.

At about 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning, when several Phylicians in charge of guarding seemed confused, Mokra finally gave the order to take action.

A sharp arrow accurately hit a Phylician soldier and pinned him to the wooden stake next to him. Then there was a shower of arrows, killing most of the Phylician soldiers at the entrance of the camp one by one.

Shot to the ground.

Then the next wave of rockets completely ignited the Phylician camp. The camp was filled with flames and the Phylician people were stunned.

"Come on, everyone! Give those Phylicians a wink!" Mokra roared, and he was the first to jump out of the woods and rush towards the Phylician soldiers who had not figured out what was going on.

Although the Phylicians were successfully attacked by surprise, their panic did not last long.

The good training quality came into play and they quickly organized a counterattack.

Many Phylician soldiers quickly picked up their weapons and began to fight against the oncoming rebels while moving closer to their other companions.

At this moment, the rebels were fighting against the Phylicians at the gate of the camp. Although the rebels had the upper hand in numbers and succeeded in sneak attacks, the Phylicians' good organizational skills made up for their disadvantages, and the two parties were actually in a difficult fight.

point.

Mokra had already cut down three Phylician soldiers in a row at this moment, but when the other Phylicians saw their companions fall, they would immediately step forward to fill the gap left, always maintaining the stability of the defense line.

Mokra looked at the situation in front of him and soon discovered a Phylician who looked like a commander. While that man was slashing and killing the resistance fighters who were approaching him, he kept directing others to move closer to him.

Soon, there were many Phylician soldiers near him, forming a strong line of defense to resist the rebel attack.

[We must kill that guy first.]

Mokra knew very well that that man was the Phylician commander, and if he was killed, it would definitely turn the tide of the war.

Because the rebels are not regular soldiers like the mercenary groups or Phylicia in the past, many of the rebel fighters used to be just craftsmen, peasant workers, and other ordinary people without professional combat training.

When fighting against the regular Phylician army, it often takes several people to deal with one.

Therefore, the battle must not be reduced to a positional battle. The top priority now must be to eliminate the Phylician commander first, thereby completely disintegrating the enemy's defense line.

After making up his mind, Mokra immediately gave up the target in hand and started to move towards the Phylician.

The entrance to the camp is not large, and is mostly surrounded by fences made of strong wooden stakes. Therefore, if the rebels cannot completely rush into the camp, it will be difficult for them to take advantage of their numerical advantage.

Many people were still blocked at the door, waiting for the opportunity to rush into the enemy camp.

Soon Mokra touched the side of the commander, who had just used his fighting spirit to chop down a resistance soldier.

Mokra could tell that this man's fighting spirit should have reached level four, and his strength was no weaker than his own.

Judging from the patterns on his armor, he should be a captain of a thousand cavalry.

Although fighting spirit is a very important ability in martial arts, it does not mean everything. Mok thought of this and tightened the long knife in his hand.

He knew that he had to defeat this opponent whose fighting spirit was equal to his own, so when the Phylician had just chopped down his companion, he shouted and slashed straight at the man's shoulder with the long knife in his hand.

There was a muffled sound of "dang", and the Phylician raised his sword to block Mokra's long knife.

However, due to the hasty response to the challenge, the whole person was actually forced back a few steps by Mokra's long knife.

Of course, Mokra was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. The long knife in his hand danced like a windmill, forcing the Phylicians to retreat continuously in a state of embarrassment.

Perhaps because he was forced by Mokra's offensive, the Phylician also shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand immediately flashed with light silver fighting spirit. Obviously, he wanted to use his fighting spirit to compete with Mokra.

However, he soon discovered that the rebel in front of him was not afraid of his fighting spirit at all.

In fact, the Phylician man was indeed unlucky. Although his level 4 fighting spirit was considered powerful, Mokra was just an ordinary person.

In the mercenary kingdom Mokra, he was once a famous figure. Although the mercenary group he led was not as famous as the four major mercenary groups, it still had a great reputation in the mercenary kingdom.

With only level three fighting spirit, the reason why he can have a place in the mercenary kingdom where there are many strong men is that his martial arts are not good at fighting spirit, but because he is superior in technique.

In the past battles, Mokra used his ferocious and fast sword skills to defeat opponents one after another, even if the opponent's fighting spirit was stronger than his own.

The Qianqi captain shouted loudly and used all his strength to slash the sword in his hand at Mokra.

Seeing that powerful and heavy blow, Mokra did not dare and could not take it hard.

I saw him move to the side lightly, barely avoiding the blow.

Then he quickly took a step forward and pulled himself to the side of the Qianqi captain.

Captain Qianqi looked a little flustered when he saw Mokra suddenly approaching. He raised his sword to block Mokra's possible attack.

Suddenly, he was horrified to find that he could not lift the sword in his hand again. It turned out that when he struck the air with his sword, Mokra had pressed his long sword firmly on his sword, making it impossible for him to withdraw the long sword smoothly.

sword.

But if the Thousand Cavalry Captain is defeated by this little trick, he will not be able to become the Thousand Cavalry Captain of the Phylician regular army. In the Phylician Empire, personal strength is also an important means for his survival.

He shouted loudly, regrouped his fighting spirit, and tried to overpower the long knife that Mok had placed on his sword.

The competition between level four fighting spirit and level three fighting spirit was meaningless. Soon, Mokela felt that he could not suppress his long sword, but at this moment, there was no panic look on Mokra's face.

After using all his fighting spirit, the long sword in the hands of the Qianqi captain finally got rid of Mokra's suppression. But before the unlucky Phylician had time to be proud, he found that he could clearly see what he was doing.

Falling body.

Just when he raised the sword again, Mokra used the force of his sword blade to cut off his head.

Although the armors of Phylician infantry are full-body heavy armors, ordinary swords are difficult to be effective. However, because Mokra relied on his fighting spirit and borrowed part of the power of the Phylicians, he successfully knocked off the head of the unlucky Phylicians.

Cut it down.

The Phylicians, who lost their command, soon fell into chaos. Their resistance became more and more passive, and they were soon forced to the foot of the mountain.

Although the current situation of the rebels is excellent, Mokra still feels uneasy, an uneasiness coming from the deepest part of his heart, which can even be said to be fear.

[By the way, the intelligence says that this team of Phylicians includes members of the Thunder Fang Knights directly under the Thunder Emperor Bohemia. Why haven’t I seen any Phylicians with the Thunder Fang logo until now? Could it be...

…】(In the Phylician Empire, all organized troops have different marks.)

Before Mokra could figure out the cause and effect, the screams behind him already told him the answer.

It was not the Phylicians who were ambushed, but themselves.

From hunters to prey, the sudden role change was difficult for the resistance fighters to accept.

Since the number of Phylicians who attacked him from behind was not large, the rebels who were coordinating the attack outside the camp immediately organized a line of defense to resist the sudden appearance of the Phylician army.

But as soon as the two sides fought, the rebels immediately felt the difference in opponent's strength.

Compared with ordinary Phylician soldiers, this small group of Phylician soldiers in front of them is more powerful. Even if seven or eight people besiege a Phylician soldier together, they will never get any advantage.

In just a few minutes, nearly sixty resistance fighters had fallen under the enemy's sword, and none of the opponents had been lost.

"It's Thunder Fang, it's Thunder Fang Knights!"

Finally, a resistance fighter who had worked as a mercenary recognized the patterns on the Phylician armors - the Thunder Fangs of the Wind Demon Beast.

And in the next second, the soldier was pierced through the chest by a Thunder Tooth Knight's sword. The battle gradually turned from a melee to a one-sided massacre...

Not far from the battlefield, several knights with the same thunder tooth pattern were watching everything that happened with cold eyes.

One of them is dressed completely differently from the knights around him. He has a silver armor with green stripes, a black horse with no hair on his crotch, and a sword at his waist inlaid with sparkling gems of various colors. All

Everything reflects the uniqueness of their master.

A Centurion of Thunder Tooth came to the black horse knight, knelt down and reported the battle situation to the horse's owner: "Lord Bohemia, as you expected, the rebels will sneak attack on our camp.

But these people are just a mob. Our knights were completely defeated after fighting against them." "What are our losses?" Bohemia straightened her short green hair that was a little messy in the wind.

"The soldiers of the Third Phylician Legion who stayed in the camp have lost about 600 people. Currently, only three soldiers of our Thunder Fang Knights are injured, and no one has died in the battle."

"Very good. You can go down." Bohemia nodded expressionlessly and signaled the centurion to retreat.

Suddenly, the front line that had just surrounded the rebels was slightly loosened.

A figure desperately rushed out from the surroundings of several Thunder Fang Knights. Several Thunder Fang Knights who tried to stop him were knocked to the ground by that guy, who was none other than Mokra, the leader of the resistance.

At this time, he was like a bloody man, with blood all over his body, including his opponent's blood and his own.

At this moment, several sharp arrows had pierced its body, its armor was in tatters, and the long knife in its hand was even more scarred.

But despite this, several Thunder Fang Knights still could not stop his attack, and soon he rushed in front of Bohemia.

At this time, several knights guarding Bohemia were about to slap their horses and go forward to fight, but they were stopped by Bohemia.

"No need, I will solve it myself."

"But sir, you..." Several guards did not understand Bohemia's actions for a moment, but Bohemia shut them up with his eyes.

"It can be seen that you are also a true warrior."

Bohemia said, turned over, jumped off the horse, and slowly walked towards Mokra, "I admire your spirit very much, so I will fight with all my strength, so that you can die on the battlefield like a warrior.

superior."

Mokra just stared at Bohemia and said nothing.

"Please tell me your name. The sword in my hand, Bohemia, will not kill nameless people." Mokra still ignored him. Just as Bohemia finished speaking, he exerted force under his feet, and his whole body

Like an arrow from the bow, it rushed towards Bohemia.

The long knife in Mokra's hand was filled with fighting spirit at this time, and he slashed straight at Bohemia's head and neck.

Facing the opponent's surprise attack, Bohemia did not panic at all.

His body sank slightly, and his right hand was already on the sword at his waist.

Then only a flash of mysterious light was seen, and Mokra's upper body had been divided into two. This was one of Bohemia's famous skills, the draw sword technique - a sword technique similar to the sword draw technique, which was extremely fast.

The whole action of drawing the sword, unsheathing the sword, and sheathing it was completed in an instant, as fast as lightning flashing across the sky.

In the early hours of the morning, the fighting finally came to an end. All the more than 2,000 resistance fighters were killed except for about 100 who surrendered in the end.

The Phylicians also paid a price of more than 700 casualties.

"Lord Bohemia, this time went very smoothly too.

It seems that soon, we will be able to completely remove the obstacles to the mercenary kingdom."

Bohemia's adjutant said excitedly while reporting the situation to Bohemia.

(End of chapter)