Mystery Makes Me Strong

Under the rocket attack, the coalition soldiers finally couldn't maintain their formation and fled in embarrassment.

Even if the supervising team cut it down with a knife, it would be easier than shooting it down with a rocket.

When the Marquis Atkins saw this scene, he didn't become angry from embarrassment, but said to the adjutant with a chattering and laughing voice: "Boys, they can still persist until now. Their courage is worth a jar of wine for them!"

After speaking, a servant came forward to bring a jar of wine.

He literally drank a whole jug of wine.

The adjutant said worriedly: "Our infantry has been routed, that's a total of 20,000 people, and none of them were killed."

"Hahaha, little Robert, do you know that when you eat four breads before you are full, it definitely doesn't mean that the first three are useless." Atkins smiled happily.

The adjutant did not understand.

Could it be that His Excellency the Marquis is the other party's spy?

The other party bought him?

Thinking of this, the adjutant quietly drew out his saber.

But the knife never came out.

"Their mana has been consumed. Marshal Shepard on the other side should have completed the siege. They have become birds in a cage, and they can't fly away even if they want to." Atkins proudly said.

Only then did the adjutant understand that the opponent actually used tens of thousands of people as bait to consume the opponent's mana. How can ordinary generals achieve this kind of determination?

Even the aristocrats who have always despised the untouchables would not do this. After all, the soldiers have been wiped out, and the aristocrats have become empty.

There is only one reason why the other party can do it: this is the coalition army, and those soldiers are all pieced together from various kingdoms.

Only the last supervisor team is the Marquis' own soldiers!

"High, it's really high." The adjutant couldn't find words to praise, so he could only choke out this sentence.

Sure enough, the coalition soldiers fled, and some of Lancelot's troops couldn't help but seize the prisoners.

Grabbing one will allow you to level up faster.

If you catch 10,000, you can get 10,000 points faster.

Many soldiers who were born as peddlers can understand this ledger.

They were also the first to move.

Even if the officer reprimanded them a few words, there were still hundreds of people who did not obey the order, rushed out of the formation, and ran to capture the prisoners.

Upon seeing this, Lancelot sneered: "On the battlefield, those who do not obey orders will no longer be our brothers!"

The mind link informed those soldiers, this sentence.

They were frightened. They were no longer brothers, which meant that they had to face the nobles alone, and they had to be made into skewers and roasted on the fire for days and nights!

Almost all poker players have seen that scene.

Since then, barbecue has become a taboo food for card players... It has also become a legend.

It is rumored that barbecue is the temptation of the devil, which will take away people's health and life span.

"Kill them all!"

"Cross!"

"KILL!"

Messy dialects appeared from the back and sides of Lancelot's army.

Another coalition appeared.

In front of them is the river bank, that is to say, they have fallen into death!

But Lancelot didn't panic.

"The rear team becomes the front team, and the front team becomes the rear guard. Turn right collectively! Cavalrymen, protect the left and right wings, let us fight until dark, and then from dark to dawn!"

He had already seen the appearance of this group of besiegers from the field of vision of the scouts covering the two hundred miles of the battlefield.

It's just that they never imagined that for this unique army, being surrounded would not have the buff of "constantly decreasing morale".

Why is the average soldier afraid of being surrounded?

One is that it means a logistical cutoff.

A feudal combat unit can only carry two to three days of food and grass, and two days of drinking water.

The second is that it means no reinforcements.

If you are alone and helpless, you will fall into a huge panic psychologically.

It's okay to have a city, but being isolated in the wild is like being thrown into a pack of wolves.

As soon as the soldiers panicked, the combat effectiveness and organization speed dropped rapidly, until the officers could no longer control the soldiers and the army collapsed.

From large stocks to small stocks, try to get out of the enemy's encirclement.

If the formation is formed, the target is too large to run away, and if it becomes a small part, it is easy to run away.

After all, there is no encirclement, and it can be done hand in hand.

Players, however, are different.

They are not afraid of dying three or four times, that is to say, no matter how thick your encirclement is, they can still rush through it once or twice.

And the opponent's siege cannot be too thick, and there are not so many people.

The 80,000 people on the east road were routed, and the 120,000 people on the west road had only 40,000 soldiers.

The opponent must be the best way to go directly in front, and put the most troops.

But your own soldiers can climb mountains and ridges without giving up their horses.

There are up to 10,000 people on the left and right sides, and 20,000 people on the front.

Ten thousand to 5000, for me this is simply cutting tofu!

As Lancelot thought, the soldiers had already made contact with the enemy on the right, which was the encirclement in the north.

"Rocket!"

This time there is no extra time to waste.

Because the collapsed Eastern Route Army cannot be organized.

The rocket appeared again.

It's just that this time, there are indeed a lot fewer card players who can release rockets.

After all, no matter how good they are, the time is still a bit short.

The characteristic of the player is that in the early stage, it is rubbish and can't beat a chicken, but in the later stage, it can kill gods.

At most, they have passed the early stage, and they are still in the early stage.

There are too few skills and mana.

"They really can't do it anymore, the power of demons has declined!"

This is our chance, the Marquis Atkins quickly ordered the soldiers to gather up the scattered soldiers and prepare them for a pincer attack.

However, the ensuing battle still left him dumbfounded.

"Warriors, brothers, let us charge, let them know what an invincible charge is!"

Lancelot patted the war horse, and began to take the lead and rushed forward with small steps.

It is true that the skills of the army are almost used up, but they still have physical strength, and they still have the combat skills honed for so many days!

Hundreds of guards firmly protected him in the middle, and the soldiers saw the familiar Lord Knight and took the lead in charging again.

One by one screamed "Aoao", and ran towards it.

"Go to hell, damned lord!"

The card players used the last giant enlargement technique, and before approaching the enemy, they trampled to death an enemy soldier of the same background as him...

The other party is not the master.

Neither is he.

The encirclement in the north persisted for quite some time.

Mainly because of the good promises of the gentlemen, the slaves were released, the farmers gave land, and the knights increased their fiefs...

They are worthy of their reward.

It's a pity that under the power of inhumans, mortals are still too fragile.

After the fight, there were only more than 400 knights still fighting.

Their grudges are indeed powerful, they can put out fires, defrost them, and kill enemies. Except they cannot save themselves, they are almost omnipotent.

It's a pity that these powers are still not enough in front of a group of lunatics.

After all, there are too many enemies.

This time it is ten times the card player against the vindictive owner.

One by one to cast out the BOSS skills.

Corpse Explosion, Poison Nova...

These skills that the tauren can't resist, don't expect these knights to be able to resist.

As for those big knights, they are still waiting and watching.

Yes, they use the same trick as the Marquis.

The most noble nobles always use the most unpretentious means to make the most delicious wine.