Lord of War

357. The Destruction of the Mountain Lion Legion

Flame, burning on the battlefield.

The blood splattered on the ground has long since dried up, congealed into patches of dark red.

The corpses, which were relatively complete but in a state of death, were extremely tragic, and they covered almost every corner of the entire battlefield. And the people who can survive at this moment are not because of their superb strength, but because of their excellent luck.

A small group of soldiers in gray-black leather armor gathered in the center of the battlefield, forming a circle. Although they could barely form a defensive circle, most of their trembling bodies still completely betrayed their innermost feelings. real emotions.

When the threat of death and fear really come, not everyone can face it peacefully.

The flames were still burning fiercely, and thick and thick black smoke continued to rise.

The clinking sound of the frictional armor due to walking fell on the ears of these surviving Mountain Lion Legion soldiers, just like the footsteps of the god of death approaching.

Three hundred against six thousand.

After nearly half a month of encounters, pursuits, and siege, the 7,000 soldiers of the second echelon of the Mountain Lion Legion who had survived going out for training were only left with more than 5,000 soldiers due to consecutive defeats. Then, during the following day-long pursuit, the soldiers of the second echelon of the Mountain Lion Legion were finally cornered and forced to fight in the middle of the Suo'an Territory, which was still unable to occupy the geographical advantage. A massive battle to the death.

This time, Alfred changed his previous attitude and put the reserve soldiers who were originally going to fill the Thunder Lion's battle damage into the battlefield.

For the recruits, it is naturally impossible for them to be the opponents of these fourth-level army mountain lions, even if they do not occupy the land, so their death rate is astonishingly high. But after this battle, the Thunder Lion reserve soldiers who survived naturally also undergone a qualitative transformation that can be called qualitative.

It's just that this kind of transformation is only barely upgraded from cannon fodder to the level of regular soldiers.

However, because the veterans have also grown, the overall level of the Thunder Lion has not been lowered because of this.

It is still a quasi-level four army.

However, compared to the previous size of 5,000 people, the Thunder Lion now has an increase of more than 1,000 people.

The blue ocean suddenly parted to the left and right as if the tide was ebbing, giving way to a passage.

Alfred, holding the fangs of the Flame Lion, slowly walked out of the crowd of Thunder Lions through this passage, and then appeared in the sight of the surviving soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion.

At this moment, Alfred's face was covered in blood, and the blood almost covered his entire face, as if a layer of red dye had been applied. However, if you look carefully, you can still see a bloody scar on his right cheek, which was injured by the opponent's temporary counterattack when he killed the last silver master of the Mountain Lion Legion.

Even Alfred, who now has the strength to fight against the lower-ranked gold powerhouse, but his endurance limit is still at the level of the upper-ranked silver peak, and half a month of bloody battles have basically reached his level. limit. And the exhaustion caused by this kind of limit will inevitably slow down his reaction, so it is very natural to have it in his hands. In fact, if it is not for the flame lion fangs and this heavy armor on his body,

Maybe Alfred will also fall in this battle.

The battle of the elite legion was nothing compared to his long march across several Dabiang territories.

The two are fundamentally different.

"Rowell, let me advise you one last time." Alfred resisted the pain on his face, and then said in a deep voice, "Surrender immediately!"

no respond.

Alfred raised his right hand slightly.

Following his action, the Thunder Lion soldiers who had already formed a circle around the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion put their square shields on the ground heavily, and the roaring sound of shaking the shield was like a thunder that suddenly exploded , All the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion panicked. Immediately afterwards, there was another burst of neat gunshots. Seeing the gleaming fine iron spears set up on the edge of the shield, aiming at them, the enemy soldiers, the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion finally made a commotion .

But the riots soon stopped.

Because the head of the Mountain Lion Legion, Rowell Howard, who is also known as the Lion King like Alfred, has also stepped out of the protection circle of the Mountain Lion Legion.

At this moment, he didn't have the temperament when he met Alfred for the first time at all, and what he had was just a mess.

"The Howard family will not surrender to the enemy!" However, even though Rowell was covered in dust and mud at the moment, his eyes were still astonishingly bright, and it could even be said that they were still full of a look called perseverance, "Our death will never be worthless, but it will allow the Dabion Kingdom to understand your combat power more clearly. Maybe you can annihilate us this time, but you will be the ones who will be destroyed in the end!"

Alfred just glanced at Rowell, and then set his eyes on the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion behind him. Most of them had a look of fear, or fear, and their trembling bodies can fully explain this point. But more people seemed to be infected by Rowell's words. Their faces also showed a look of determination, and their hands holding the dagger hilt became stronger.

"Are you all willing to die for the Howard family?" Alfred's voice was not very loud, but he spoke clearly.

Every word, like a thunder, exploded in the hearts of those trembling soldiers.

"Of course! They are the most proud of the Howard family..."

"I don't want to die!" A soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion suddenly interrupted Rowell's voice, and his maddened scream was especially harsh on this almost silent battlefield.

"What are you talking about..." Rowell turned around angrily, with an unusually ferocious look on his face.

But when he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made his ferocious face show a bit of astonishment and disbelief. He lowered his head with some difficulty, and what came into view was a short knife made by the Mountain Lion Legion that had already pierced his heart. The blood was soaking out at an unstoppable speed, quickly splashing on his white shirt. diffusion. Then, he raised his head again with difficulty, and saw that the young soldier was looking at him madly, and under that crazy face, tears were flowing from his eyes and sliding down his face , dripping from the pointy chin.

Rowell staggered back a few steps.

He raised his right hand to hold the hilt of the short-edged sword, and then pulled out the short-edged sword with all his strength. This action caused his vitality to drain from his body at a faster rate.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

The soldier who stabbed Rowell with a knife shook his head frantically.

"traitor!"

A soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion next to him let out a roar, and then he was about to rush towards the soldier.

At this moment, Alfred's eyes turned cold, and then he waved his hand and grabbed a fine iron spear at a swift speed, and with a sudden force, he pointed the spear towards the man who was trying to kill the assassin Luo Wei. Er's Mountain Lion soldiers threw them away.

The spear made a whistling sound of wind and thunder in the air, and Alfred's vindictive shot directly penetrated the head of the Mountain Lion Legion soldier at a speed that ordinary people's eyes could not catch. The moment the spear pierced the soldier's head, a strong fighting spirit burst out, and everyone only heard a "bang", and the soldier's head burst open like a smashed watermelon. Come.

The red and white liquid, mixed with many pieces, splashed out in all directions.

The long spear thrown by Alfred did not just fall to the ground, but pierced through the bodies of two Mountain Lion soldiers one after another like a bolt of lightning, and finally pierced the third The body of a mountain lion soldier stopped before he stopped.

The three soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion who were assassinated by the spears were the soldiers who also showed determination in their eyes after hearing Rowell's words just now.

Rowell watched the scene in front of him helplessly, he really wanted to stop it, and he really wanted to kill the rebel soldier, but all of this was ultimately powerless to him. There was confusion and confusion in his eyes. He couldn't understand why some soldiers killed him. They were the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion that the Howard family was proud of. It was the highest honor to die for the Howard family!

Why?

Why surrender?

Why?

The blood-stained short knife that pierced his heart fell from Rowell's hand to the ground.

Then, the former lion king also followed in the footsteps of the short blade and fell on his back.

At this moment, the vitality in his body was finally completely drained.

But until he died, his eyes were not closed, and there was a deep puzzlement in his eyes.

As for the other soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion, after seeing Alfred's thunderous blow just now, no one dared to rush forward to kill the soldier who assassinated Rowell. Especially in the face of Alfred's icy eyes, the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion lowered their heads one after another. Only a small number of them were still looking at their former commander from the corner of their eyes. His eyes were filled with a kind of helpless sadness.

Alfred glanced at Rowell's body, hesitating whether to chop off his head. But in the end, he still didn't do this, because Rowell Howard may be an acting commander, his personal combat power is not outstanding, and he didn't dare to charge at the forefront of the battlefield, but until the last moment of his death, he Nor bowed his head to his enemies, but chose to die standing.

So in Alfred's eyes, this is still a respectable enemy.

"I'll say it again." Alfred slowly raised his head, "Surrenderers, don't kill."

There was a silence.

Ten seconds later, there was finally a soft sound of a metal object falling to the ground.

It was a soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion who finally discarded the short blade in his hand.

And with the first person to surrender, naturally there will be the second and the third.

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