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"Kill...kill..."

As soon as the bloody battle flag came out, the war became more and more intense. The Crimson Knights were still killing everyone, and the noble coalition, realizing that there was no way out, suddenly broke out.

Although the serf army has poor combat effectiveness, it has one advantage: it is obedient. As long as the nobles take the lead in fighting, they will follow.

Maybe it's because of blind obedience, maybe because of loyalty, or maybe because there is no concept of "deserter" in my mind.

After all, the means of production are in the hands of the noble lords, and the whole family depends on the noble lords for survival. Even if they want to escape, where can they go?

"Atmosphere" affects people the most. When everyone around them is fighting hard, no one can avoid being infected.

Even Hudson, the paddling knight, was commanding the army to launch a counterattack at this moment. Although he was still not on the front line, he still made a contribution to this war.

As time passed, more and more noble private troops arrived on the battlefield, and the balance of the war gradually began to tilt.

On the high platform, the gray-robed old man who was watching the war coldly said indifferently: "The nobles from the southeastern provinces are arriving one after another. It seems that there will be no Crimson Knights left today.

Calculating the time, we are almost reaching the limit. Leave these cannon fodder to play with the enemy slowly, and let our people withdraw first! "

The seemingly plain tone actually contained too much reluctance from the old man. He finally managed to lure the enemy out of the fortress, but because of his lack of strength, he couldn't eat it.

There is no way. Compared with the aristocratic group that has ruled this land for a long time, the Skull and Bones Society is still too weak.

The gap is all-encompassing. It seemed that they were fighting evenly with the noble coalition forces on the battlefield, but the price they paid was several times the number of casualties.

This is still based on the premise of the "Blood Moon Horn" bonus. Under normal circumstances, the rebels, as a ragtag group of rebels, would not be able to withstand a charge from the Crimson Knights.

The reason why they can persist until now is entirely because the Blood Moon Horn has controlled the nerves of the rebel soldiers and turned them into killing machines.

But evil weapons are evil weapons after all. There are conditions for turning people into killing machines. Not only do you need to take medication beforehand, but there are also strong side effects.

Forcibly promoting personal potential is destined to be unsustainable. When the limit that a person's body can bear is reached, it will collapse.

Including those who activate the Blood Moon Horn, they also have to bear the backlash of the evil weapon.

He was a strong man just now, but after blowing the Blood Moon Horn, he turned into a white-haired old man. If it were delayed a moment longer, there might be nothing left but a pile of bones.

It looks like he is alive, but he is actually dead. A large amount of life force has been swallowed up, and with the evil energy entering the body, the body cannot resist it at all.

Not only the "Blood Moon Horn", but all the artifacts on the Aslant continent require a price to be forcibly driven, but the krypton life of the "Blood Moon Horn" is more serious.

If there were not so many restrictions, the Blood Moon Sect would have unified the continent three hundred years ago, and there would be no chance for the Skull and Bones Society to emerge.

Along with the evacuation of the Skull and Bones Society's top brass, the sound of the horn also disappeared from the battlefield. The originally bloodthirsty rebel soldiers gradually fell down on the battlefield after regaining their clarity.

"The war is won!"

But there was no joy on everyone's face. Everyone knew that this was just the beginning. Failing to retain the top leaders of the Skull and Bones Society, the rebels will eventually come back again one day.

After counting the casualties, Hudson looked gloomy and terrifying. Although he had been walking around the edge of the battlefield with his troops, he still suffered heavy losses.

"Forty-seven people were killed, nine were missing, 13 were seriously injured, and 26 were slightly injured." For a team of only more than 500 people, this was already a serious injury.

Relatively speaking, the Koslow family is doing pretty well. In the coalition of nobles, that was the real heavy casualties.

For the Alliance, it is no longer important how much the serf army lost. The key is that the noble knights suffered too heavy casualties.

As the bravest and fastest charging person on the battlefield, he naturally received the most severe beatings from society.

The members of the alliance gathered together again, and everyone was completely disfigured. The originally bright armor had long been stained red with blood, and each and every one of them exuded a permeating evil aura.

Most of the familiar faces are missing. This is the most intuitive feeling for Hudson. Deep down, he couldn't help but secretly celebrate, luckily he had a steady hand. If he had followed the charge just now, he might have become a corpse on the battlefield now.

"Sure enough, reckless men die quickly!"

Despite his contempt, Hudson is still the same as everyone else. So many comrades were killed in one fell swoop. If they didn’t show grief, would they still be considered human beings?

"Let's all search separately and help collect the corpses. If there are any surviving retainers, let them take them back; if not, arrange for someone to take them back!"

Chelsea said emotionally.

With such heavy casualties, as the nominal leader of the alliance, he was naturally under a lot of pressure. Thinking about Chelsea, I felt depressed. As the boss, he didn't get any benefits at all, but the trouble came first.

With so many people dead, an explanation must be given. If you don't put your allies' affairs in order, you can drown them in spittle.

Dealing with the aftermath is not just about collecting the corpses, but also winning the war exploits for the allies.

Although these families are about to change their heads and are unable to participate in the subsequent battle for territory, they still have to fight for compensation from other resources.

Theoretically, all you need to do is follow the rules, but adults know that systems are also enforced by people. If no one helps to fight for it, the so-called compensation will be a joke.

Others can hide, but Chelsea must step forward. Otherwise, how could he, the boss, be convincing?

The reputation of a noble is greater than the sky. For the sake of his own reputation, Chelsea can only bite the bullet.

Of course, everything has two sides. Although these problems are troublesome, if they are solved well, Chelsea's reputation in the aristocratic circle will also greatly increase.

Everyone, including Hudson, nodded, acquiescing to Chelsea's proposal.

They all live in aristocratic circles, so they still need face. After all, we are allies, and everyone is happy to contribute to such a simple task as collecting the corpses.

However, this help is limited to the noble himself. No one paid attention to the ordinary soldiers who died in battle.

According to mainland practice, the bodies of nobles who died in battle will be sent back for burial if conditions permit. As for ordinary soldiers, it depends on the situation.

There is no doubt that the casualties in today's war are so heavy that ordinary soldiers are obviously not taken into consideration. There are corpses all over the mountains and plains, and the best option is to deal with them with fire.