Lord of the North

"Everyone, come with me to support the outpost." Lancelot said to the exhausted soldiers after cleaning up the barbarian chief. They can't rest now, and hundreds of soldiers are still in trouble there.

And the barbarian chief he captured was unconscious, with his huge body lying on his back at his feet. If Lancelot hadn't been breathing, he would have thought he had shot him to death.

"Come and lock him up." Looking at the barbarian chief at his feet, Lancelot waved his hand, and just hand over this kind of guy who is no longer a threat to his subordinates.

After joining up with Jason's team, they rushed towards the outpost in mighty force. After such a long time, their situation will definitely not get any better.

After arriving at the battlefield, they did not expect it. Although Lang Nat was fierce, he could not defeat hundreds of barbarians by himself. He was entangled in the outer circle of the encirclement and failed to rush to the outpost. .

There was now a pool of blood at his feet, the blood of dead savages.

But it also shared part of the pressure for the outpost.

At this time, a small gap appeared in the wall of the outpost. A group of barbarians and soldiers fought fiercely there, and the nearby ground was stained red with blood.

"The whole army obeys orders!" Seeing this, Lancelot raised the sword in his hand high: "Crowd formation, advance!"

The soldiers quickly lined up and pressed towards the rear of the barbarians.

This group of savages shot themselves in the foot. Not only did they fail to wipe out the humans in the outpost, but they fell into a situation where they were attacked from behind.

They also didn't care about attacking the outpost wall, and gathered together in a hurry, pointing the weapons in their hands at Jason's troops, and roaring threateningly.

Lang Nat also took advantage of the opportunity to rush out of the encirclement, came to the outpost, and jumped onto the wall with a single jump. His body was covered with blood, and some wounds were bleeding. The surrounding soldiers looked at him with a look full of evil spirits. Fenfen took a step back, not because he was afraid that he would suddenly violently hurt others, but an instinctive fear.

"Are they timid?" Jason watched as the savages, who had only about 300 people left, gathered together like trapped animals and grinned at their army.

"Impossible." Lancelot was quite calm. Everyone knew that beasts were most aggressive when they encountered inevitable dangers.

"Now they are the most dangerous time." After finishing speaking, he held Arondette in front of him, so that in case of any accident, he could protect Jason in the first place.

"Everyone pay attention, be careful of their sudden attack." Jason also ordered in a deep voice, and drew out his own sword. Facing these barbarians one-on-one, Jason is still confident that the enemy will not touch him. deal with him.

"Open the gate and help your lord to siege and kill the barbarians!" Lang Nat accepted the command of the army after climbing the wall. At this time, it was too late to consider whether the soldiers were exhausted. It is best to keep these barbarians here forever. important.

As long as they are cleaned up, there should be no need to worry about the territory being invaded and looted by barbarians this winter.

Their attack this time can be said to be a steal. Although they know how to use tactics, this kind of clumsy strategy does not consider the retreat after failure, and they naively think that the enemy will completely follow their expectations. The action, I have to say, is really ridiculous.

"Attack!" Suddenly, Lancelot roared.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" All the soldiers stepped forward with heavy and neat steps, roaring in their mouths, exerting strong pressure on the barbarians.

On the other side, Lang Nat was standing in front of the soldiers at the outpost, the giant sword in his hand was still dripping with blood: "Archers pay attention to shooting and killing the fleeing enemies, infantry defend in place,

Prepare for the shock. "

Their task is to cut off the retreat of this group of barbarians. Their formation outside can put pressure on the enemy, and they have left a gap in the east. In this way, the group of barbarians should not launch a counterattack desperately .

There must be a cowardly savage fleeing through this gap, and if only one escapes, the courage they muster will quickly break, because their leader has fallen.

Without the wolf king, the organization and cohesion of the wolf pack will cease to exist.

"The archers are ready to shoot." Lancelot ordered again, and the archers behind him raised their bows and arrows, and the rain of arrows once again covered the camp of the barbarians.

The bows and arrows in their hands are not strong bows, so the damage is limited, and not many barbarians fell.

The soldiers came into contact with the barbarians again. The steel shields held up against the barbarian counterattacks in front, and the long swords pierced through the gaps between the shields. The barbarians were constantly injured and fell down. The soldiers in the front row stepped over their The body, the soldiers in the back row make up for the knife.

Under the continuous advance and intimidation of the infantry, the barbarians finally couldn't bear the pressure and chose to escape from the encirclement gap in the east. Some of them died from arrows in the process.

"Lang Nat led the soldiers at the outpost to clean up the battlefield. Those barbarians who are alive can be rescued, and those who are dead can be burned." Seeing that the overall situation has been settled, Jason calmly ordered.

"Lancelot took two hundred soldiers to search the north, to make sure that the fleeing barbarians did not stay here to continue wandering." Finally he looked up, the sky was extremely gloomy.

"Try to return to Iron Fang Town before the blizzard comes."

"Yes, my lord!" Langnart and Lancelot responded in unison, putting an end to this farce-like battle.

...

"Our soldiers have already ambushed near Falling Star Valley." Master Olin lowered his head and reported to Grand Duke Cameron, who was sitting on a high seat with a tired face.

At this time, the Lion Principality's camp is packing up its tents and preparing to retreat. There are only 50,000 left in this group of camps that originally had more than 100,000 troops. The soldiers who died under the walls of the Boulder Fortress in this war are all There are more than forty thousand.

Of course, the defenders of the Boulder Fortress were not having a good time. Nearly 30,000 soldiers were buried on the city wall. These soldiers were all regular soldiers carefully trained by the noble lords. After this battle, I don’t know how many nobles will fall from now on.

"Let's go too." Grand Duke Cameron opened his eyes and looked at Master Olin below.

"Pray that your plan will succeed. If it fails, I will have nothing."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I've sent people there to make perfect preparations." Master Olin, who was hidden in the black robe, said with a sinister smile.

"Oh?" Grand Duke Cameron regained his energy in an instant, staring at him closely: "Do you have other plans?"

"When the time comes, adults will know, and it will be a huge surprise."

"Then let me see, what's behind you." Grand Duke Cameron leaned back on the chair, but a trace of sullenness flashed in his eyes. No one in power would like his courtiers to have plans to hide from him.

This makes him very insecure.