Ride and Cut

Suffolk's gaze sweeps across the court from left to right, then right to left and back again. Half of the dark gray pupils were angry, and half were frightened.

A fight is never just a fight, and people with discerning eyes can see many things.

Although the two sides maintained a minimum of restraint and did not cause the human tragedy of reducing the number of personnel before going out, there were definitely not a few injured. Some are good and can stand up and move without hindrance, while others are miserable, lying on the cold ground tossing and moaning but unable to get up.

Suffolk found an obvious contrast—nine and a half out of ten soldiers who were thrown to the ground and couldn't get up were all soldiers from the claws of the dragon. On the side of Gaoshanbao, although some people were beaten up enough, they were basically able to stand firm.

There was only one barbarian lying on the ground clutching his chest and groaning over and over again, trying to save some face for the Dragon Claw Legion.

It is roughly estimated that the number of Dragon Claw soldiers participating in the fight was at least twice that of Alpine Fort, but not only did they not have the advantage they should have in the crowd, but they were beaten ugly by Alpine Fort's iron fist.

He took a deep look at Li Cha with a complicated expression. Unexpectedly, this eagle knight, who thought he was trying to gain fame, would actually have something under his command.

You must know that this fight broke out so quickly that neither side had time to wear armor, and the fight was all about exchanging punches with their opponents based on their thickness.

As a legion garrison, experts are the most indispensable thing present. Of course, it can be seen that such a disparity in the exchange ratio under such circumstances can only show that there is a huge gap in the physical fitness of the grassroots soldiers on both sides!

If one hadn't been overthrown, the dragon's claw would be equivalent to eating a duck's egg, and one would never even think about raising one's head in this life.

Pairs of eyes stared at the barbarian lying on the ground, watching him toss and roll, moaning in such pain, it was so miserable that people couldn't help feeling compassionate, and couldn't help but guess what kind of inhuman beating he had suffered.

The lord walked up to him slowly, and unceremoniously raised his leg and kicked his ass: "You bastard is still here pretending to be dead!"

The groaning stopped abruptly, and Gunther got up dingy and stood behind Li Cha, stretched his waist and was clearly alive and well.

The soldiers of Gaoshan Castle raised the team flag, and the simple "Ripper" pattern fluttered in the wind, bursting into a burst of malicious laughter.

Of course, the soldiers of Dragon's Claw were not to be outdone, and immediately threw all kinds of local language and national curses at the opponent as if they didn't want money. The barbarians and centaurs couldn't bear this kind of anger, so all kinds of wild slang that Pompeii had never heard before began to wholesale.

Bedrick looked at this scene and covered his face and couldn't say a word, but gave Li Cha a thumbs up and shook vigorously.

"Silence!" The roar of the Suffolk army commander was almost negligible in front of thousands of mouths.

In such a chaotic situation, ordinary people may have nothing to do, but after all, Suffolk is the commander of the army, and if others can't do anything, it doesn't mean that he can only stare blankly.

Magic has the power to create miracles. With the chanting of the spell, the wand draws mysterious and incomprehensible trajectories in midair. A translucent whirlwind takes shape between the fingers, and then quickly melts into the atmosphere and disappears.

"It's lawless!" The power of air magic caused Suffolk's vocal cords to cause more air to tremble together, rolling and spreading over the crowd like thunder, and piercing into his ears.

After all, the army is a place with strict ranks. When the highest officer of the legion spoke, everyone finally fell silent for a while.

"Are you still soldiers! You are no different from hooligans! Hundreds of thousands of soldiers in the kingdom will be ashamed of what you have done today!" The violent vibration of the air conveyed an anger that was stronger than the vibration itself, "You pigs! There is no honor at all! You should all go to the guillotine!"

Honor, what a thin word. In some people's hearts, it is farther than mountains and deeper than seas.

The dragon's claw soldiers who participated in the battle bowed their heads, not out of fear, but out of shame. They are aces and elites, so they are arrogant and arrogant, so they regard honor as their life.

In sharp contrast, the people in Gaoshanbao were either picking their noses or scratching their buttocks. Not only did no one feel ashamed, but all of them were full of complacency.

The people who saw this scene were all sneering, and they believed in their hearts that they were just country militiamen with no honor at all. Even if you perform well in a fight, you will only become a soft-legged shrimp on the battlefield.

After all, gang fights and wars are completely different things. The most important difference lies in the test of the magic of the gods, the rain of guns and arrows, and the choice of life and death that may lose your life every time you breathe. Without this, even if they are as strong as a giant, they can only be regarded as the level of rural amateur guards.

"I'll say it for the last time! Be quiet! This is an order!" Suffolk's voice, which had been amplified countless times, caused the air to vibrate violently again.

It's just that this time it seems to be more significant than before.

It didn't take long for someone to realize something was wrong, as the vibrations didn't disappear as the sound fell. On the contrary, there is a wave coming from the bottom of the feet, which becomes more and more obvious as time goes by, and even the soil particles on the ground dance along with it.

"Something is approaching!" The experienced officers immediately reacted, hesitating whether to shout out the "enemy attack" choked in their voices.

There are more than 100,000 regular troops stationed around the camp, and the security is so strict that even a fly can't even think about crossing it. As usual, it is absolutely impossible to be attacked, not to mention that it is still daytime with good vision. But the facts seem to be contrary to common sense. The waves of vibrations are clearly similar to the movement of a large number of cavalry charging.

"I saw the undead, what exactly is it?" The people from the Dragon's Claw looked at each other, they turned their heads to look at the source, their sight was covered by tents like blossoming white mushrooms, and they couldn't see anything at all.

However, this question was quickly answered, because those seemingly solid tents were being easily overturned and crushed into pieces of cloth and sawdust by the majestic and mighty ground dragons. Their heavy hooves rose and fell again and again, like a city wall falling head-on, and everyone present could clearly feel the ribs and internal organs trembling in the chest cavity.

Abu, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was sitting on the back of a tall ground dragon, his five-bladed super-heavy lance pointed obliquely at the ground, and the blade was shining coldly in the sun.

A group of dwarf artificial soldiers followed closely behind, yelling and pushing the heavy truck forward slowly, leaving two deep ruts on the hard frozen soil behind its buttocks.

They tore off the canvas covering the outer layer, and the all-steel ballista revealed its majestic appearance. Three long and short crossbow bolts like spears had already been wound up, waiting for the last moment of launch!