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Chapter 339 There is no time to celebrate the destruction of Samarkand, because it is followed by the first hell...

The five hundred cavalry did not directly engage in confrontation with the retreating troops of Samarkand. Instead, they kept teasing and kept within a safe range with the opponent using the strategy of advancing as the enemy advances and retreating as the enemy retreats, and advancing as the enemy retreats.

Appearing within Samarkand's field of vision, putting pressure on the opponent without taking the initiative to attack.

The main focus is to create psychological pressure and offensive.

Now these troops, led by Hakan, who have withdrawn, are immersed in the shock and sadness of the Shaman High Council being reduced to ruins and being completely breached.

But the presence of the five hundred cavalry within their field of vision became a thorn in their side, making them itchy with hatred.

If we can't drive them away, we won't be able to take off our armor and equipment, put down our weapons and clean up the ruins.

But if they were driven away, they would be hung up by the cavalry, and nothing could be done.

In the end, Hakan could only choose a compromise. Half of the people defended, and the remaining half searched for survivors, cleared the ruins, and counted casualties.

But even so, the physical and mental exertion made them extremely tired.

There were only five hundred cavalrymen in the distance, but they were staring at them from a distance, waiting for them to launch a fatal charge when they were at their weakest and most exhausted!

Now, they must build up the city to effectively block the enemy's cavalry attack.

After clearing the ruins of the Shaman High Council, Hakan saw only endless despair and decadence in the eyes of the soldiers.

The base camp has been lost, and the spiritual leader and the strongest man are dead. In this case, what else can they rely on?

After using up their last energy to clean up the ruins, their last heartstrings were completely broken, and they lost the courage and physical strength for revenge.

Hakan was distraught.

But faced with the enemy's encirclement and refusal to suppress him, he could not come up with a better way.

In his eyes, these Zion cavalry were like the legions of hell shrouded in black energy, watching covetously from a distance, waiting for their wounds to bleed continuously until their lives were completely exhausted.

This torture method makes people desperate and maddening.

Hakan could only use the unique soul connection of shamanism to communicate and pass on what happened here and the news to the shamans staying at Fort Cook on the front line.

When the shaman elite learned that the high-level shaman council had been completely destroyed, the temple was reduced to ashes, and Gugor, the spiritual leader, was also killed, they were completely shattered.

Magaloga, the general of Fort Cook, turned pale after hearing the news.

Because he already knew that Samarkand was completely out of luck.

If the enemy adopts the attitude of surrounding but not killing, they are consuming their energy and the last of their morale.

If the enemy directly adopts a charge-and-kill attitude at this time, they may still have a glimmer of hope.

But even if the leader was killed, the Zion people did not revel or be arrogant. Instead, they divided and disintegrated them in the safest way.

Although Hakan had brought the news back, what could Magroga do?

If he abandons Fort Cook and returns to defense, then the Zionites from the Twin Towers of Moria will come over and feel like they are in an uninhabited land.

Some troops are sent to rush for reinforcements, but they are afraid that the other party will adopt the tactics of encirclement and reinforcements, swallowing up the effective forces bit by bit.

But if they are not dispatched, Hakan and the elite shamans brought back will be completely destroyed.

In Samarkand, a country founded on shamanism, shamans will become completely extinct.

What lies before Magroga is a question that will never have a correct answer.

No matter what choice he made, he only weighed the pros and cons of loss and could not bring any glory to Samarkand, or a victory that could turn the tide.

Magroga looked at Chen Bing's heavy troops in Banks and already understood the fate of Samarkand.

Now there is no point in dividing the troops anymore. Only by concentrating all the superior forces to attack Banks and find a way to kill the little king of Zion can there be a chance of survival!

Determined, Magroga gritted his teeth and informed Hakan of his thoughts through the remaining shaman elite.

Hakan, aware of his abandonment, calmly accepted the fate of himself and his people.

Since you can't get out of trouble, use your last elegy to shed your passionate life and blood!

However, Bai Bin had guessed all the enemy's movements.

When you find that there is no way to retreat, do you want to make a desperate move and sacrifice your life for the country?

How could Bai Bin give these exiles such a shocking and satisfying ending?

When Hakan finished his final speech, he lit the already exhausted lamp for the last time with the sentence "Would you rather starve to death due to suffocation, or use all your strength to take away a few Zionites like a hero?" The enthusiasm of dry shamans and soldiers.

The soldiers trapped in the Shaman High Council took up their weapons and walked out of the defense, hoping to fight the cavalry.

This time, they can't make any progress!

However, this time Bai Bin deliberately shortened the distance between the cavalry and the enemy, holding them back bit by bit.

All of them want to use their last strength to take away a Zion man and complete psychological redemption.

But when they came out, they couldn't touch the cavalry that came and went like the wind.

The opponent just kept fishing for them in places that were just out of reach, but they didn't fight with them at all.

Finally, the vitality-burning passion dissipated, and this group of shaman elites fell to the cold Gobi.

Even until death, they were unable to fulfill their last long-cherished wish. They fell on the desert floor one by one with anger and unwillingness, and refused to rest in peace.

"Now that the rear has been completely calmed down, only Fort Cook is left..."

Thinking of the plan for Fort Cook, Bai Bin couldn't help but smile.

Treat death as home and burn life.

Who can’t do this!

Anyway, killing people can only be done with a nod of the head, and it is better to die vigorously on the way to charge than to live in frustration.

However, Bai Bin wouldn't even give them this chance.

Directly implement a strong wall and clear the field at the Twin Towers of Moria, and then face the enemy's attack and only defend without taking the initiative to attack.

Using the holy light protection circle arranged by Pope Catherine herself, all the enemy's attacks are restricted outside, allowing them to hit the cotton with all their blood.

The entire Fort Cook has been reduced to an isolated city, and there are no towns to deliver supplies to them.

An army of tens of thousands of people consumes a lot of resources every day.

The front line could not be retreated, and no supplies were left behind.

The rear completely collapsed and was destroyed by mysterious forces.

The original enthusiasm quickly turned into panic without material supplies. Finally, some soldiers who went crazy first induced a mutiny and turned their weapons on their own people.

In an instant, the entire Fort Cook turned into a sea of ​​killing.

The fire was ignited and burning in Fort Cook. Collapse and fear spread as quickly as the air.

All the patience turned into madness at this moment.

Even in Banks City, following the blazing flames, everyone seemed to be able to see the desperate madness.

Bai Bin also saw this scene on the ice field.

But at this moment, he had no time to cheer for the destruction of Samarkand, because what followed was the battle in hell!