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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, the Gaoling Giants were definitely born to restrain giant dragons. The creatures' strong and rough skin can withstand most physical attacks and magical effects. Even the power of giant dragons may not be able to surpass these extremely powerful high mountain giants. In this case, a dozen giant dragons are definitely no match for a hundred high mountain giants.

"Where did you get these giants?" Seeing that the opponent's powerful air army was defeated, Gooden Charlemagne was relieved and asked curiously.

"Get it? No, no, they were just oppressed too hard by the nobles!" Huang Chao said with a smile, "They are all hunters in the mountains. The heavy and exorbitant taxes made them decide to put down their peaceful lives to resist this injustice. Equal oppression…”

It’s weird to believe you!

Charlemagne rolled his eyes secretly, what kind of nobles dared to oppress these "hunters"? A Gaolin Giant needs at least a heavily armed force to be qualified to fight against it, not to mention a hundred Gaolin Giants. As long as they have enough supplies, these guys can destroy a country.

The battle on the bridge continued. The heavy cavalry and heavy infantry on both sides had fought to the last moment. Only a few thin layers of the torrent of steel visible to the naked eye remained. After a close battle for the bridge deck, the Crusaders began their second round of offensive. Under the cover of a large number of war puppets, countless Crusader infantrymen armed with swords or halberds surged 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 elemental bodies of earth, fire, water and air quickly formed in the air, and Their target was the Gaoling Giants placed behind the formation.

"Quantity versus quality, or quality versus quantity, this is the eternal theme of war." Huang Chao commented, "The Gaoling giants cannot be wasted in the fight against magical elements. Their number is very limited. They must maintain their huge size and Strength requires tremendous energy—order all giants to retreat!”

"But our conventional forces..."

"The combat effectiveness of the regular legion is far inferior to Newton's Crusaders, right? But these guys can't just eat and work idle every day, right? If the opponent is an ordinary legion, we must all show a trump card. If this continues, we will finally What’s left?”

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

"It's good to know!" Huang Chao said with a smile, "Now it's our turn to use quantity against 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. Without exception, these puppet creatures have powerful physical defense effects and are also very resistant to magic damage.

Under the command of Charlemagne, several legions of the Saint Sealand Army began to move. They entered the battlefield according to the most standard formation of light and heavy infantry in the front, archers and magicians in the front, and light and heavy cavalry on the flanks, trying to use flesh and blood to attack the battlefield. Resist war golems and four elements.

But this round of impact has just begun, and most people watching the game can't bear to watch anymore. Under the attack of the Crusaders who were armed to the teeth, the Holy Silan Army was almost suppressed at the bridgehead. Some war puppets even rushed into the river bank defense line with great force, and continued to hit for hundreds of meters before being struck by countless blows. It turned into a ball of scrap metal.

Fortunately, after the long and fierce battle ahead, the sky was gradually getting dark. The Crusaders, who had achieved a lot of results, suppressed the opponent near the river bank, and watched as many magicians and alchemists began to arrange new pontoons and outposts, and set up sufficient defense forces, before slowly retreating with satisfaction.

The fighting slowly subsided.

"This is hopeless -" Charlemagne heard the indignant voice of Robert Hooke as soon as he entered the Chinese army's camp, "The gap is so big, the other side can cross the Rhine River at most tomorrow!"

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

Charlemagne walked into the camp and saw that his subordinates, especially the several Holy Shield holders, had ugly looks on their faces. They were obviously extremely frustrated with the situation during the day.

"Don't worry!" Charlemagne could only encourage the morale of his people. "You 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 Gao The Ling Giants' trump cards have also been seen by the opponent, and I don't know how much hidden strength they have. But we really don't have many trump cards here!"

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 dragons and Pegasus, the question is how to deal with those war puppets? And, even if They do nothing and can drown our soldiers just by relying on magic elements!”

Charlemagne was speechless and could only ask tentatively: "Why don't we wait for Mr. Huang and the others?"

There was no sound in the camp for a while, and after a while, Robert Hooke sighed heavily.

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

"Old Shen, how do you feel?" Huang Chao asked, deliberately tilting his hair as soon as he sat down.

"Not very good!" Shen Kuo was also honest and polite, "The level of warfare among Westerners is simply..."

Although most of the people in the camp were descendants of Holy Shield or Divine Spear, Shen Kuo's words still hurt their hearts - but they had nothing to say. When it came to the art of war, these ghost guys Together they are not as colorful as China's thousands of years of war history.

"What should we do next?" Gooden Charlemagne suppressed his temper and asked seriously.

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

"We know how to fight, but the question is, how to fight? The opponent has already gained the upper hand in the battle on the river, and they will inevitably come up with new combat methods tomorrow, and our troops are neither superior in quality nor quantity..."

"Oh, you're talking about this!" Shen Kuo said leisurely, "We let them take advantage of the river surface, wasn't it arranged in advance?"

"Has it been arranged?" Everyone in the camp was shocked and looked at each other for a long time. "Who arranged it? Why did we deliberately lose the battle on the river?"

"I arranged it!"

Huang Chao said with a smile, "But we did not mean to lose on purpose, but to fight Newton head-on with real swords and guns. Every movement of troops is the most normal reaction. Otherwise, some of our commanders will I and the senior staff always felt that they were invincible, that Newton was just an exaggeration of his name, and that the Crusaders were just chickens and tile dogs that were about to collapse at the drop of a hat!"

The atmosphere in the camp suddenly became solemn.