Lord of War

Sean never thought about eating all of this army.

After An Nuo discovered the resting place of the army, Sean immediately came over to inspect it. As he expected, the opponent was indeed a member of the White Wing Mercenary Corps. However, after seeing these people, Sean was convinced that the White Wing Mercenary Corps was not the only army following behind him. The reason was very simple. There was an army at least hundreds of meters long, and the sudden transfer of the White Wing Mercenary Corps, how could the red Godek, who was the deadly enemy, be unprepared? And if it was discovered that the opponent's military transfer was not aimed at them, how could the red Godek not be curious?

Maybe they are lurking somewhere now, ready to reap the benefits of fishermen. Sean doesn't think that Red Godeck will uphold the concept of "the enemy of the enemy is a friend" to send assistance to himself. The so-called assistance and alliance are actually the same as hatred. This kind of emotion will only be felt when the power is evenly matched. When the strength of each other is not at the same level, these emotions will naturally become a very ridiculous thing.

Do humans care about the feeling of bedbugs under their shoes?

Therefore, Sean is very clear that Red Godeck and him will not become allies, at least not for now. As for the Knights of the Red Cross who might also be hiding aside and ready to reveal their minions at any time, Sean will not have an ally relationship with them-this is the army of the Kingdom of Dabion. From this point alone, It is impossible for Sean to cooperate with him.

So for the night attack plan of the White Wing Mercenary Corps, what Sean wanted was to make this army completely lose the ability to chase him. In his impression, the level of the White Wing Mercenary Corps is a tripolar army, which is already considered a regular army level in any country on the Miracle Continent, although at this moment he cannot see the peripheral reserve army of the White Wing Mercenary Corps Despite the actual situation, Xiao En is still willing to believe that the combat effectiveness of this army is more brutal than his own.

So the whole plan is to inflict as many casualties on this enemy army as possible.

Annihilation?

If it was possible, Sean actually didn't mind, but he didn't think there was such a chance. After all, there is still a big gap in the strength of the two armies. Even if the equipment of the northern barbarians is indeed better than that of the other side, the lack of training is still a flaw. This is not something that can be easily made up for, but Sean is in a good mood because his army is still very—

young.

Glancing at the situation on the battlefield, the entire frontal battlefield has been completely plowed by arrows and rain. The opponent's wounded are at least nearly a thousand people. The painful wailing on the battlefield is enough to completely lose this army. morale. Seeing such a situation, Sean nodded in satisfaction, and then said, "Retreat! The time should be almost up. Let's go around to support Fred's retreat."

The northern barbarians put away their arrows in silence, shook their slightly sore hands, and fired tens of thousands of arrows in such a short period of time, no matter how good the endurance of the northern barbarians was, they still felt sore Numb, after all, they have not undergone too formal training. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that these northern barbarians are still not very good at shooting, Sean actually would have preferred a precise burst shot. In this way, in the first wave of confrontation, he could definitely kill hundreds of people on the other side.

The precise volley of two thousand archers is a very terrifying thing.

But it is a pity that these northern barbarians do not yet have such conditions,

And most of them are women and teenagers. But Xiao En is already very satisfied with being able to produce such a result. Creating more wounded for the opponent and causing the opponent's morale to drop faster, these are the real goals of the current battle, and as long as these goals are achieved, Xiao En En doesn't care about the final harvest.

The rain of arrows has stopped.

But the wailing of the White Wing Mercenaries did not stop. The flames and fire that soared into the sky at the rear were more like ferocious demons laughing at them, and their morale dropped to a freezing point. It could almost be said that it was a grassland full of mourning people. Although most of the arrows were planted on the grass, there were also many soldiers who were shot with several to a dozen arrows. Some of them were dead, some were dying, but more of them were Howling.

These soldiers were so frightened that they couldn't muster up the courage to continue fighting, and even vaguely, many people took advantage of the cover of night and sneaked away. And with the first one, there will naturally be a second and a third. Soon, a small half of the deserters have left the battlefield and disappeared into the vast night. Those who were already injured, and a small part of them still had courage, struggled to stand up at this moment, and then rushed towards William.

Here is the second battlefield that broke out tonight, and now this battlefield has completely entered a white-hot level, even more intense than the arrow rain covering the front.

When the barbarians in the north were as he expected, because the front line was stretched, only a small side actually fought, and the impact of this side could not break through the defense line of the shield soldiers at all. Although the front row was indeed killed several times during the charge, this kind of loss is nothing at all. On the contrary, it completely aroused the shield soldiers' mentality of fighting to the death, and resisted the barbarians of the north. attack.

And after losing the most aggressive momentum, the effect of the northern barbarians in the rear is naturally extremely limited. After all, they are all their own people in front of them, so of course they must maintain a certain strength in the process of charging, and blindly attacking in a swarm will shorten the depth of the battlefield infinitely. For those of them who attack with long spears , is actually very unfavorable, but will bring greater benefits to the opponent.

So after the initial collision, the northern barbarians finally fell a dozen people, which undoubtedly became a booster, which greatly calmed the morale of the White Wing Mercenary Corps. When this kind of close-to-stale fighting took place, the trump card that William had been preparing for finally showed up—the pikemen phalanx on the right, with all their might, smashed away the attack of the northern barbarians and forced them back. After a long distance, the pikemen at the back of the phalanx suddenly turned around and charged towards the northern barbarians from the side.

The combination of flames, shield soldiers, and pikemen formed a "concave" pocket, and the northern barbarians deep in the pocket were like a "convex" corner, encountering fierce counterattacks from the pikemen. It was just a moment of a confrontation, and the northern barbarians fell down like this. There were hundreds of people, and the entire battle line seemed to be cut off a layer in an instant. This is the first time that the northern barbarians faced this kind of attack from both sides. Instinctively counterattacked like a wild beast, and the battle that looked like it before seemed to no longer exist.

This is what the northern barbarians should be like!

Seeing the development of the situation in front of him, William finally clenched his fists.

In his impression, the northern barbarians were not suitable to be soldiers at all. They didn't understand many military orders and the like at all, and they relied more on their physical instincts when fighting. It's not that William hasn't seen the barbarians of the Northland, and it's also not that he hasn't seen the army fighting the barbarians of the Northland, but in his eyes, that kind of situation doesn't look like a battle at all, it's like hunting.

The army is the hunter of the hunt, and the northern barbarians can only be regarded as the prey.

The scene in front of him finally gave William some sense. The sense of familiarity revived from the inside of his body gave him a floating feeling, as if he had strength all over his body, his blood began to boil, and his heart became more and more excited, but as he The more excited he was, the stronger the smile on his face, which made his already somewhat soft facial features more gentle, and a unique unspeakable temperament suddenly appeared all over his body.

William at this moment looked more like a woman than a man.

"After all, it's just..."

William had the same impression as everyone else on the Miracle Continent, never thinking that barbarians in the Northland were suitable to be soldiers. But before he finished his mocking words, the situation on the field changed drastically in an instant, and he only heard someone yelling "wait for dinner"!

As a result, the barbarians in the north, who had already begun to rely on instinctive struggles and conditioned reflexes like trapped wild animals, suddenly squatted down as if they had been remotely controlled, and erected the half-shield in their hands On the ground, they gathered together to form a solid iron wall defense formation. Under this kind of defensive formation, it was very difficult for the soldiers of the White Wing mercenaries to attack, and the spears pierced through the iron wall formation pierced through more than a dozen people in a rash attack just now.

The scene unexpectedly fell into a stalemate again for a while, and the progress of the war was not at all as William expected, and the highlighted northern barbarian team was eaten up at a thunderous speed. He knew very well that the most important part of the improvised battle plan he made was to eat up the northern barbarians who had been pocketed in one go, and fundamentally weaken the opponent's vitality. William believed that with his command ability, as long as Bai If the soldiers of the Wing Mercenary Corps don't collapse, he can definitely turn the tide of the battle.

But now, the most critical step in his plan was actually so abruptly resisted, which was really out of William's expectation.

However, soon, the pikemen who forcibly pressed forward were finally completely defeated because they did not have better defensive capabilities.

It was the black armored soldier William had seen before that led the northern barbarians to launch a strong attack and completely drove back the pikemen. The halberd in his hand is unmatched at all, any weapon or armor can only be broken by a halberd in front of him, and behind him are ten veterans wearing light armor and holding long swords, The tip of the knife formed by these people cut directly into the phalanx of spearmen, just like a hot table knife piercing a piece of butter, and this piece of butter is still melting at an extremely fast speed.

In almost an instant, the phalanx of the pikemen was completely pierced. At the moment when the pikemen's phalanx was pierced, William heard the roar that he will never forget: "Brothers! Dinner is ready!"

With a bang, the iron wall formation on the left was dismantled in an instant. These northern barbarians who had been beaten into a mess before once again let out a roar like they had been given a ☆ stimulant, and then rushed towards The soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Corps launched a fierce charge.

That appearance is like someone who has been hungry for more than ten days and suddenly sees a table full of delicious food...

William couldn't bear to look straight at him: Did he lose to such an army?

Then, William saw an unforgettable scene in his life: the man in black armor and holding a red halberd ran towards him like a demon god, his awe-inspiring aura was not weaker than his own. It's just that William knew very well that he was not a fighter after all, he didn't have any fighting ability, so he could only watch Alfred's halberd fall towards him.

Sighing slightly, William, who knew that he was powerless, finally closed his eyes. This text is provided by [Qihang Update Group@逆前前] (If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)