Lord Of All: I Have A Troop Editor

At this time, the rebels in Bai Feng's territory had completed their assembly.

Duke Eric of the Blue Stone put on a military uniform and rode on the back of his mount, the Blue Crystal Flying Dragon, waiting for something quietly in front of thousands of troops.

It wasn't until a distant flute suddenly sounded in the distance that his eyes suddenly opened.

I saw him pulling out the long sword from his waist, raising the sword high, and giving an order:

"All attacks!"

Hundreds of thousands of troops immediately took action, turned from static, and began to march towards the foot of Baifeng Mountain.

Dragoons soar in the sky, cavalry gallop, legions march out, a vast and spectacular war scene, and these are carrying Eric's ambition to become king, taking him to the royal capital that he has always dreamed of.

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At this time, the Wind Shaping Legion was in mourning. The legion commander, the head of the Wind Shaping Swordsmen Regiment, and two dragon knights under the royal family all gathered together.

The expressions on their faces were all heavy, because they had just learned that their greatest support, Lord Kolotav, the chief mage of the kingdom and the mage of the sanctuary, had been assassinated under heavy protection.

Seriously injured and in a coma, he can no longer preside over the release of the forbidden spell. The 10,000 members of the Kingdom's Royal Mage Corps are now only 10,000 mages.

Without its greatest deterrent weapon, the defenseless Wind Shaping Legion would never be able to compete with the Blue Stone Grand Duke's main rebels.

This is a fact that everyone understands.

They had already come to their senses and no longer struggled to find out who attacked Master Kolotav, because it was meaningless.

The news of a military incident also left them no time to think about other things.

"Report! Lord Commander, there are a large number of rebels approaching us from the direction of Bai Feng. We can confirm that Duke Bluestone's rebels have already dispatched their entire army!"

Several commanders looked at each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent for a moment.

After a while, a dragon knight broke the silence: "Everyone, let's make a decision. Should we retreat back to the royal capital to defend ourselves, or should we face the enemy head-on here?"

This is a dilemma. If you retreat, you will be surrounded by Baifeng Mountain and a large area of ​​woodland. The marching speed will definitely not be as fast as the rebels. You don't need to think about it to know that the army will soon be overtaken by the rebels, and then they will chase and fight them all the way. If we fight back, how many of these 100,000 troops will be left by the time they reach the royal capital?

Facing the enemy head-on is also a dead end, but it's not as frustrating.

Soon, the leader of the Wind Shaping Swordsmen Regiment, Musammod Xi Feng, stood up and laughed boldly: "Retreat? Hahaha! Don't be ridiculous! There is always only the indomitable wind, not the fleeing wind! Shaping!" The Wind Swordsmen don't know how to defend the city, the plain is our home ground!"

"You escort Master Kolotav back to the capital, and we will fight this battle!"

Everyone was silent. Although they were unwilling to admit it, this was indeed the best way at the moment.

The ten thousand wind-shaping swordsmen are the soul of this legion. Only the exclusive military formations they control can compete with the rebel group of Duke Bluestone and buy time for other troops to retreat.

If the main force of the legion withdraws to the royal capital, there will still be a glimmer of hope for the future, but the fate of the Wind Shaping Swordsmen regiment can be predicted.

This legendary legion will be eliminated after this battle!

I would like to ask, can the Wind Shaping Army be called the Wind Shaping Army without the Wind Shaping Swordsman?

No one is willing to tell this answer, but as the commander-in-chief of the Legion, Howard must speak.

Just listen to his heavy order:

"The leader of the Wind Swordsmen Regiment, Musammod Xi Feng, obeys the order! I order you to lead all the members of the Wind Swordsmen Regiment to take the initiative to attack the rebel army in the trade wind grassland and prevent them from continuing to march towards the royal capital! "

"Got the order!"

Musammod hit his chest hard twice, then turned around and ran away without looking back.

Howard also resisted the urge not to look at the departing figure of his decades-old friend and continued to give orders loudly:

"The rest of the troops listen to the order and the whole army retreats!"

"yes!"

Soon, the Wind Shaping Legion's camp was torn into two parts.

A night wind blows towards the grassland, generous, heroic, and as free as the wind;

Like a firefly thrown into the forest, grief and silence carry the last hope of this kingdom!

Legion Commander Howard knows that if we say goodbye tonight, we will be separated by life and death!

But he also knows that no matter how much he is reluctant to give up, this is the fate of a soldier!

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Three days later, a battle report was rushed to the royal capital and delivered to the elderly king in the Sapphire Palace:

At the end of August 4999 in the 37th Era of the Dawn Calendar, ten thousand Wind Shaping Swordsmen from the Wind Shaping Legion blocked the Blue Stone Duke's 500,000 rebels in the Trade Wind Grassland.

The two sides fought fiercely for two days and one night. The Wind Shaper Swordsmen used their exclusive military formation, Feng Zhilan, to kill 80,000 elite rebels.

Later, they faced off against the Blue Stone Archduke's mixed military formation, the Iron Forest Mountain Formation. In the end, the formation was defeated due to reasons such as the far inferior scale of the military formation and lack of physical strength.

The leader of the swordsmen regiment, Musammod Xifeng, was killed on the spot. The remaining swordsmen were surrounded by the army, and eventually all of them died in battle!

Because of the sacrifice of the Wind-Shaping Swordsmen Corps, the remaining troops of the Wind-Shaping Corps, a total of more than 80,000 soldiers, successfully crossed the Baifeng Mountains and will be withdrawn to the royal capital in the near future.

It is expected that within three days, the Blue Stone Rebels will approach the city.

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After reading the battle report, the old king closed his eyes speechlessly.

At the same time, Wu Wei's 200,000 troops also left the border area and rushed towards the royal capital.