Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 452 Deliberate failure?

Author: Little Sirius Hunter

Chapter 452 Deliberate failure?

After only three rounds of attacks, more than a dozen giant dragons had already fled the battlefield with their tails between their legs. They never had the courage to look back - although they were extremely arrogant dragons, they were naturally restrained as Gaoling giants.

The strong and rough skin of a giant dragon can withstand most physical attacks and magical effects. Even if the dragon's power is not necessarily stronger than those of the extremely tyrannical mountain giants. In that case, a mere dozen or so giants would be able to withstand it.

The dragon's fault is no different from the wrong leg of a hundred high mountain giants.

"Where did I get those giants?" Seeing that the powerful air army on the wrong side was defeated, Gooden Charlemagne also felt relieved and asked curiously.

"Did they get it? No, no, they must have oppressed the Poyin people too hard!" Huang Chao said with a smile, "They are all hunters in the mountains. The heavy levies and miscellaneous taxes made them decide to put aside their peaceful lives to resist.

That kind of unequal oppression..."

It’s weird to believe me!

Charlemagne secretly rolled his eyes. What kind of noble dared to suppress the "Hunters"? A Gaoling Giant needs at least a heavy-armed army to be qualified to resist, let alone a hundred Gaoling Giants.

With enough supplies, those guys can destroy a country.

The battle on the bridge deck is continuing. The heavy cavalry and heavy infantry on both sides have fought to the last moment. The torrent of steel visible to the naked eye has only a few thin layers left. After the battle for the bridge deck was evenly matched,

The Crusaders began the second round of offensive. Under the cover of a large number of war puppets, countless Crusaders infantry armed with swords or halberds swarmed onto the bridge like a tide.

Almost at the same time, a large number of monks, priests and various magicians began to chant. Countless bright magic elements exploded in the air. The four elements of earth, fire, water and air were quickly formed in the air, and

Their target was the high mountain giants who were placed behind the formation.

"Quantity versus quality, or quality versus quantity, is the eternal theme of war." Huang Chao commented, "The Gaoling giants cannot be wasted needlessly in the conflict with magical elements. Their number is very limited and they must remain huge.

The size and strength required consume huge amounts of energy - order all giants to retreat!"

"But without their regular troops..."

"The combat effectiveness of the regular legion is better than that of the Crusaders who are not in Newton, right? But those guys can't just sit around eating and working every day, right? If it's an ordinary legion, they all have to play a trump card and go east like that.

Why were they so useless in the first place?"

Charlemagne thought silently for a while, his face became even more bitter, and he replied: "They only have the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled on their side, while the other side has a large number of the most elite troops..."

"It's good to know!" Huang Chao said with a smile, "Now it's their turn to use quantity instead of quality, little guy, go ahead and do it!"

War puppets are the proud work of alchemists. According to their material structure, they are divided into stone men, iron men, gold men, diamond men, etc. There are even puppet dragons made of metal. Those puppet creatures without exception have powerful

It has a good physical defense effect, and it also has good resistance to magic damage.

Under the command of Charlemagne, several legions of the Saint Sealand Army began to move. They followed the most standard light and heavy infantry in front, archers and magicians to hold down the formation, and light and heavy cavalry flanked the battlefield. They tried to use flesh and blood to attack the battlefield.

Resist war golems and four elements.

But that round of impact had just begun, and most of the people watching the battle couldn't bear to look any further. Under the attack of the Crusaders who were armed to the teeth, the Holy Seelan Army was almost always suppressed at the bridgehead, and even some war puppets

He rushed into the river bank defense line with great force and continued to attack for a hundred meters before turning into a ball of scrap metal after countless blows.

Fortunately, after the long and fierce battle ahead, the sky had gradually darkened. The Crusaders, who had achieved a lot of results, suppressed the enemy near the river bank, and watched as many magicians and alchemists began to arrange new pontoons and outposts.

After setting up enough defensive power, they slowly retreated with satisfaction.

The war slowly subsided and came to the east.

"Then there's no way to fight -" Charlemagne heard the indignant voice of Robert Hooke as soon as he entered the Chinese army's camp, "The gap is so big, the wrong side can cross the Rhine at most tomorrow!"

"It's not that bad, they have some cards..." George Berkeley's voice also came out.

Charlemagne walked into the camp and saw that his trusted accomplices, especially the several Holy Shield holders, had ugly looks on their faces. It was obvious that he was extremely frustrated by the situation of the Red Sky battle.

"Don't worry!" Charlemagne encouraged the morale of his people like that, "We have seen the strength of the Mellenhagen Army. After a night's rest, the High Mountain Giants will give the Crusaders an unforgettable defeat!"

"The Highmountain Giant is not suitable for a decisive battle!"

The physicist Robert Hooke, who had invented the vacuum pump and the microscope, was Newton's lifelong enemy. He also saw the situation on the battlefield very clearly, "The heavy infantry of the Mellenhagen Army have been exhausted, and the Minotaur and the

The Gaoling Giant's trump card has also been seen by the wrong party, and he doesn't know how much hidden strength they have. But they really don't have many trump cards there!"

He emphasized his tone: "But at least half of Isaac Newton's cards have not been played. Although the opponent does not have heavy cavalry, nor does it have dragons and Pegasus, the question is, how can those war puppets be played? It's very difficult.

Yes, even if they do nothing, their soldiers can be drowned by magic elements alone!"

Charlemagne was speechless, so he asked tentatively: "Why don't they wait for Mr. Huang and the others?"

There was no sound in the camp for a while, and after a while, Robert Hooke let out a heavy sigh.

Soon, the top leaders of the Mellenhagen Legion also arrived. Thomas More and his followers Robert Owen, Claude Saint-Simon and Charles Fourier, the four descendants of the Holy Shield, walked into the camp. Their expressions on their faces

Also solemn - it wasn't until Shen Kuo and Huang Chao appeared that the camp regained a little life.

"Old Shen, how do I feel?" Huang Chao asked, deliberately tilting his hair as soon as he walked east.

"Not very good!" Shen Kuo was honest and polite, "The fighting skills of Westerners are simply not good..."

Although most of the people in the camp were descendants of the Holy Shield or the Divine Spear, Shen Kuo's words stung their hearts - but they had nothing to say. When it came to the art of war, then

The group of ghosts together is as rich and colorful as the thousands of years of war history in China.

"What should I do if I receive you from the east?" Gooden Charlemagne asked solemnly, suppressing his temper.

"What should I do?" Shen Kuo didn't understand what he meant, "Keep fighting!"

"They know how to continue fighting. The question is, how should we fight? The enemy has already gained the upper hand in the battle on the river. They will inevitably come up with a new way of fighting tomorrow, and the quality and quantity of their troops are not superior..."

"Oh, I'm talking about that!" Shen Kuo said leisurely, "Didn't they make arrangements in advance to allow them to take advantage of the river surface?"

"It was arranged?" Everyone in the camp was shocked and looked at each other for a long time, "Who arranged it? Why did they deliberately lose the battle on the river?"

"He arranged it!"

Huang Chao said with a smile, "But they didn't want to deliberately lose, but they fought Newton head-on with real swords and guns. Every movement of troops was not the most normal reaction. Otherwise, some of them would

The commanders and senior personnel always felt that they were invincible and felt that if Newton Port was overrated, the Crusaders would be nothing more than a bunch of chickens and dogs that would collapse at the first touch!"

The atmosphere in Ying Zhang Blade suddenly became solemn.

(End of chapter)