Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

The sharp durasteel sword drew a perfect arc in the air. It came from Iberia... Spain's supreme swordsmanship ensures that the sword avoids all hard bones and escapes from the target's joints at the angle with the least effort. Pass through the middle of the connection point.

It is a pity that the inventor of the Supreme Sword never thought that one day someone would use this set of swordsmanship to deal with an enemy who had lost an arm and a leg but still had no loss of strength.

The prairie cavalry, whose limbs were half gone, screamed and waved the half-remaining blade at Milin, who was also riding a horse and fighting hand-to-hand with him.

The muzzle of Winchester 1887's gun was pressed against his chest faster.

Gently pulling the trigger, the firing pin hit the primer of the ammunition and ignited the propellant made from pure source stone dust.

The warhead coated with a layer of mercury directly hit the armor of the prairie cavalry without even touching the air.

The cast iron armor was easily pierced, and the mercury bullets that dispersed immediately after being poured in made a bloody hole as big as a millstone behind the cavalryman.

The "cavalry", which had lost its limbs and even lost its head but could still move for a period of time, lost all movement, and even the war horse it was riding and that was attached to its body also picked up all the breath in an instant.

Milin, who had done all this, put away the Winchester that had just completed the task of exorcising the demon. At the same time, he shook off the durasteel sword in his hand and wiped away the blood on it.

Apart from this, the onion armor on his body still maintains a gray-white color and has not been contaminated by the enemy's filthy blood.

Compared with the clean one, it was impossible to tell that Milin had just experienced a bloody battle. Attila, who came out to fight with Milin, was covered in blood.

"All solved, Master." Attila, who did not take out the Evil Holy Sword, but used a durable steel sword like Milin, said.

"Loss" Milin looked at Attila, took out a handkerchief and threw it over.

"Four were broken and ten were injured." Attila took the handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face. He replied.

"Well, thirty to fifty, not bad." Milin nodded and said with satisfaction.

"That's because you are here, Master." Attila said immediately.

Attila's words were not a compliment, because among the fifty kills, Milin alone contributed almost ten.

The more classically styled the battlefield is, the greater the role that hero units can play.

If Milin was not there and Attila was the only one leading the cavalry, the number of casualties would be estimated to be double digits.

If Attila was not here, then all thirty system soldiers might fall here... Of course, according to Milin's order, system soldiers acting alone should try not to engage in combat when they see an equal number of enemies.

After hearing Attila's words, Milin, who neither boasted nor was self-effacing, raised his eyes and glanced at the battlefield littered with corpses.

Such a scene is because only by cutting these guys to this extent can the opponent be truly killed. The opponent relies on the survivability of this similar health bar mechanism to compete with the system soldiers under Attila's command.

Seriously speaking, the system soldiers have a similar mechanism. The ten injuries Attila mentioned are basically the injuries of missing arms and broken legs. As long as the blood is not drained and the head is not cut off, these system soldiers can also He can still attack without changing his expression.

But being disabled is a disability after all, and a broken arm will not grow back, and the impact on combat effectiveness is visible to the naked eye.

"Frame the wounded back and frame more people." Milin ordered Attila.

"How many people?" When Attila asked, she had already contacted the Dalahan Cavalry, which was completely under her control.

"About one hundred and fifty people," Milin said.

"Is the enemy's main force nearby?" Attila asked after hearing Milin's request for numbers.

"I don't know." Although the virtual realm spiritual energy that has begun to overflow...or the power of subspace cannot invalidate Milin's force induction, it can amplify his own weight in force prediction.

In Milin's sense of force, there may be enemies all over the mountains and plains.

Simply put, if Force Sense was some kind of psychic radar, then such a large amount of warp energy would directly turn the radar screen green.

…Reverse stealth is also stealth…

In addition, the opponent relies on the advantage of movement speed to always hide the main force outside the detection range of Milin's scouts, so that the current situation is at a strategic disadvantage where the enemy is in the dark and we are clear.

This is why Milin personally led the team as a reconnaissance team.

"Oh..." Attila nodded and did not ask any more questions.

"Huh?" Milin was slightly dissatisfied when he saw Attila being so obedient.

"What did I do wrong? Master." Attila asked quickly, not knowing what he did wrong.

"Don't you think about the reason why I suddenly increased the reconnaissance force?" Milin asked Attila.

"Because... um..." Attila, who was about to say why he should consider these things if the master was not here, suddenly realized that Milin was testing her.

"You are going to become the Great Khan. One day you will need to lead troops to fight alone...e, to be precise, it is normal for you to lead troops to fight alone." Milin said to Attila.

"..." Attila was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked around.

The terrain of this area is flat and there are not many trees. It is not in the areas that Gray Wind has delineated where fighting may occur.

Theoretically, if a war breaks out in this area, the opponent will definitely be blasted to pieces by Galina's artillery.

"Master, what do you mean, master, the other side shouldn't put so many troops in this area to intercept our scouts?" Attila, who quickly noticed this, asked.

Although the scout battle between the two sides continued, the other side invested much more troops in this area than before.

"Well, although this kind of flat area is suitable for heavy cavalry charges, it is also suitable for artillery to clear the ground. Since the opponent has already tasted the taste of hand-propelled cannons, what they should do is to put the main force in an area that is more suitable for them, rather than in It’s a waste of time here.” Milin nodded and said.

"But they didn't do that," Attila continued.

"Well, not only did they not do this, but they intercepted our line of sight with more troops. This means that the other party must have some plan waiting for us, such as finding a way to confront the artillery position head-on." Milin said.

"Then... could it be just to delay our progress and prepare for their other plans?" Attila gave another possibility.

"Yes, it's possible." Milin, who was very satisfied with Attila's proactive thinking, praised him and said, "But did they delay it?"

"That's right." Attila immediately understood what Milin meant. Although the scout battles were very lively, these battles did not stop the large troops. They still moved forward slowly in line with the speed of the hand-propelled artillery troops.

"Of course, it's also possible that they did this deliberately and created such a bait to make us divide our troops." Milin once again gave a possibility.

"Ah!" Attila was confused for a moment. This is not the right thing to do.

"So what the enemy wants, what the enemy doesn't want, and what the enemy wants you to see, these are the psychological games on the battlefield." Milin said to Attila.

"Then what should we do now?" Attila, who was becoming more and more confused, asked Milin.

"You decide." Milin smiled at Attila.

"..."