Marvel's Mulgore Inn

Chapter 462 The First Night

Author: Little Sirius Hunter

Chapter 462 The First Night

When the war continued until the third month, both sides had already reached the limit, and almost everyone was exhausted. The casualties had become a string of numbers written in the war report, even if even the Holy Shield inheritor in the two sides camps

It has become completely numb -every day, the elite soldiers of a team are sent out. They ask for the disabled soldiers who come back, and whether they are completely canceled.

There are commanders of both sides, Gudeng Charlieman and Alzak Newton can still maintain a sober and reasonable mind. They do their best to show their exquisite strategies.

, formulated incomparable tactics one after another, and then were defeated one by one by the wrong side with even more subtle tactics.

In their command east, the two most powerful corps in the universe in this dimension seem to be given the soul. Each of their teams became chess pieces.

, blooming with its own bright light.

"He has a hunch!" Standing on the top of the mountain, Gudeng Charlie murmured looking at the cross -crossing campus camp, "Tomorrow, when the sun rises, it will veto the original moment of the victory!"

Standing behind him, Shen Kuo took a sip of wine happily and said, "He is very likely to do something again! When do I plan to use it?"

"No need!" Charlemagne shook his head, "There should be no chance!"

Shen Kuo was silent and suddenly laughed.

"Boy, am I sure?"

Charlie Man didn't laugh, did he look back, stared at Shen Kuo quietly for a while, and suddenly asked: "Mr. Shen, where will you go tomorrow?"

"Back to the East, he wants to see if his hometown will look like in that world!" Shen Kuo said with a smile, "He came here, did he plan to make the god spear out. Who knows that he was pitted ...

...Well, it’s not too late to hand it over tomorrow.”

Charlemagne was silent, and Shen Kuo thought for a while, "The wrong ace unit, have I figured out how to pay it wrongly?"

"He doesn't know..." To Shen Kuo's surprise, Charlemagne gave a strange answer.

"Don't know?" Shen Kuo raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised to hear that answer.

"Maybe when he sees it, you can know how to pay it wrong -after all, now he doesn't see anything, he doesn't know what the characteristics it is, what is the lethality, and what is the weakness?"

Shen Kuo smiled happily. He patted Charlieman's legs and arms, "Good boy, unsatisfactory soldiers, unconventional water. Unexpectedly, it has grown to that point. Is it really eye -catching?"

Charlemagne smiled bitterly and said softly: "If tomorrow..."

"Don't tell him about those wives who are leaving me alone, Shen has no interest in that!" Shen Kuo waved his leg at him impatiently, turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly turned around again, "Give Archimedes the Holy Shield."

Give him! "

Charlemagne was shocked, and after a while he shook his head, "There's no need to beg!"

"Okay!" Shen Kuo laughed and meandered away with the wine flask. Looking at his leaving figure, Charlemagne showed a wry smile on his face.

The wrong party is not taking advantage of the situation, but giving him a way out.

The Holy Shield is indestructible and indestructible. If you attach a trace of your soul to the Holy Shield and give it to Shen Kuo to take away, even if you were defeated and died in the past, there is always a chance to rely on that trace of soul to be resurrected.

But Charlemagne felt that there was no such necessity. At that point, if he had not died in Newton's lap before, he would have no regrets anymore.

A similar situation also occurred on the wrong bank of the Rhine River.

Newton walked out of the Chinese army camp with his legs on his back. He slowly patrolled the camp, examining his own territory bit by bit.

"Quchu's first battle!"

The Archbishop of Canterbury followed closely behind him. He didn't know why Hong suddenly had a stalemate in the battle, but he didn't shut up.

"If he dies, I can take the Holy See and defect to Charlemagne." Newton suddenly said, "Charlemagne needs to maintain his dominance and ask that religion not overwhelm the imperial power. He will give me a career that suits my status.

status."

"Isaac...no!" The Archbishop of Canterbury was stunned by Newton's words. Just as he begged to say something, he was interrupted by Newton shaking his leg.

"Anyone who is good at fighting seeks defeat before winning. He knew that, and Charlemagne also knew it. But I didn't know it!" Newton smiled, "But I didn't know it, so I'm not a good commander.

"

The archbishop was not angry after being beaten by his old friend, but looked at Newton with doubt.

"Why?"

"There are many reasons!" Newton looked at the archbishop gently, "I don't know which one I'm asking about?"

The Archbishop of Canterbury thought for a while and asked: "When Charlemagne was very weak, even one of their legs could crush them to death. Why did I give him so many opportunities and let him grow again and again...keep growing?"

Is it so powerful that they are all afraid of it?”

"I have asked that many times! But for some reason, he has been unable to tell me the truth." Newton smiled and said, "Now you can tell me..."

The archbishop was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have a premonition of something, and his expression became serious.

"The throne has never been built up of blood and bones, so you need to kill enough people and defeat the strongest challenger to be qualified to claim that supreme position - that's just a superficial statement."

"Where is it actually?" the Archbishop asked anxiously.

"Actually..." Newton hesitated, "He and Charlemagne are destined to have a decisive battle in that war to see who will be the sole lord of the universe!"

"Phosphate?"

"Phosphate!" Newton stared at his old friend, his voice was very soft, but his tone was unprecedentedly solemn.

The archbishop believed it. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"——Then let that war come to an end!"

That night was so short that even Gooden Charlemagne and Isaac Newton had no time to arrange their legs for a night attack. They just stood there quietly and welcomed the first ray of morning light from the horizon.

"Let's get started!"

"Let's get started!"

The two issued the first order of the day almost simultaneously.

"The Orc Agula tribe dispatches, the Sixth and Seventh Light Cavalry armies cover, and the Elf Phantom Leg Shooting Legion seizes air superiority!"

"The Crusaders' 5th Heavy Infantry Battalion attacked the enemy's left flank, and the Templars' 2nd Legion held the line."

When the middle and high-level commanders responded to the orders one after another, the archbishop found Newton's command a bit strange - "Don't they have air supremacy?"

"This time, they don't need to fight for air superiority!"

Newton smiled and replied, which made Mr. Archbishop feel a little confused.

"Don't ask for air superiority? Then they..."

Without waiting for Newton to answer, soldiers on both sides of the battlefield let out a burst of exclamations like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

(End of chapter)