The 1351st chapter dull battle (six thousand, ask for a monthly ticket)
ww.x.om The Semitic soldiers all looked ashen and dropped their weapons. Under the surveillance of the officers and soldiers of the Eagle Division, they slowly walked over with their heads in their hands.
Now Fantino was surrounded on all sides by a hundred thousand Semitic troops.
The entire Eagle Division is trapped in a besieged city. Against an enemy that is five times more powerful than itself, it can be said that it is difficult to protect oneself.
At this time, taking in so many prisoners will undoubtedly be a huge burden. Whether it is detaining them or feeding them, it will be a big trouble.
Even they themselves are quite dangerous.
Therefore, no one at Fantino planned to accept these prisoners. As long as Lord Luo gave the order, they would directly use machine guns to mow down all the enemies in the encirclement.
Dead people won't cause them any trouble.
Even the most stringent wartime laws can be easily explained away - after all, the enemy has not laid down his arms.
And Lord Lorraine is not noble enough...or stupid enough to use international law to restrain his troops.
The so-called Maple Leaf Danlin International Convention is just a piece of waste paper to decorate the appearance. Kill all these Semitic people to ensure that no one in the entire continent has an opinion.
Lord Luo finally ordered the Semitic soldiers to surrender and save their lives.
The Eagle Masters possess weapons that are far ahead of their time. At this time, they are like a newly weaned tiger, with blood starting to stain the corner of its mouth, learning to hunt. The more at this time, the more they cannot relax.
Once this opening for indiscriminate killing is opened, they will eventually turn into a group of bloodthirsty demons. Then they will use bloody killing to eliminate everyone who stands in their way.
Lorraine and Leo can guarantee control of this army that transcends the times, but who will be the leader after Lorraine and Leo?
What Duke Luo needs is a well-disciplined army, not a group of rabid dogs like the Japanese Carrot Army in World War II.
And countless facts have proved that no war can be won by relying on a group of mad dogs. What's even more frightening is that as the owner of a mad dog, as long as he relaxes a little, those mad dogs will pounce on him immediately.
The more powerful you are, the more you need to be restrained by discipline and principles.
Under such circumstances, he must also set an example.
As long as the enemy is willing to surrender, he would rather risk the Semitic soldiers turning back to launch a riot in order to ensure their lives at this time.
What's more, Lord Lorraine has already thought of a use for these prisoners of war.
In a short time, the Semitic soldiers had all disarmed, and then slowly walked towards the Temple of Light under the supervision of the Eagle Division officers and soldiers.
At this time, it seems that their number is pitifully small. At most, it does not exceed 30,000 people. Many of them are still injured.
Being prisoners of war is not the end. What awaits these soldiers will be the harsh trial of the Holy See. Once it is determined that any of them have committed unforgivable war crimes, the military tribunal established by the Holy See will hang them all without mercy.
die.
Only the remaining people with no blood on their hands can survive.
Lorraine has already made plans to disclose all the facts of the case to everyone to warn the remaining Semitic people so that when they do evil, they have to consider their own lives and not be too unscrupulous.
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This war is inevitable, but in this way, the harm caused by the war to people can be reduced as much as possible.
When all the prisoners of war in the city raised their hands and surrendered. After being gathered up, a long horn sounded, and then the entire battlefield fell into silence.
Only occasionally could one hear the groans of seriously injured soldiers on the battlefield, but no one paid any attention to them.
At this time, both Semitic and human soldiers were all taking the time to eat.
At first, Veerappuram forced the front army to attack without giving them time to eat. When the main force of the Chinese army arrived, Veerappuram also threw them into the battle.
All the Semitic officers and soldiers were so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs.
In order to cope with the battle, the human soldiers did not bother to eat.
Both sides were seizing the time, eating and resting, and actively preparing for battle.
They all knew that although they had experienced a fierce battle in the morning, this battle had just begun.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the well-fed Semitic army launched another attack.
Under the personal command of General Veerappuram, the Semitic army was divided into three sides and rushed towards the Eagle Division's defense line.
The trumpet sounded, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
Lorraine stood on the top of the Temple of Light, holding up a telescope and looking at the enemy's attack on the opposite side, but couldn't help but sigh softly.
After the battle in the morning, the Semitic officers still did not learn to be smarter. They still commanded the soldiers to line up neatly and charge forward with great restraint.
But this is understandable. After all, it was not the officers who died because they were too lazy to change their tactics. As long as the superior officers did not give orders, they would rather use the methods they used to direct the battle, and they could also be called "strictly obey orders"
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Regarding this battle, Lorraine has almost lost the desire to watch the battle.
This is a battle without any mystery.
Although the Eagle Division is at an absolute disadvantage in terms of numbers, the Gatling guns in their hands give them an absolute say.
In terms of firepower, he has an absolute advantage.
When the Semitic soldiers rushed to a distance of 300 meters, the machine guns on all defense lines opened fire.
Amidst a series of gunshots, red fire chains spurted out from the muzzle, knocking the soldiers on the opposite side to the ground like mowing grass.
Lorraine clearly saw through the telescope that in the Semitic army directly opposite, a huge flag was ruthlessly swept down by machine gun bullets.
But then the soldiers next to him stood up bravely and raised the battle flag again. Then he straightened his chest, held the flag high, and guided the soldiers to move forward. Then he was knocked down again. Then there were soldiers next to him.
Stand up, raise the flag again and move forward...
This process is repeated over and over again.
Without exception, those soldiers were all extremely brave, but in the face of such a deadly weapon as a machine gun, all they had left was bravery.
That kind of behavior was so stupid that all the officers and soldiers of the Eagle Division felt extremely unbelievable: Why were they at risk of their own lives? So scrambling to die?
It wasn't until the entire phalanx was completely illuminated that the clarion call for retreat came from behind the Semitic army.
Although the entire attack process only took an hour, this brutal and unnecessary attack left a very deep impression on the officers and soldiers of the Eagle Division.
The demon soldiers were as brave as them, but because of the incompetence of the officers, they could only die in vain.
Although they are in a different camp from those Semitic people, it still makes people feel a little depressed.
After all, such a massacre would also have a psychological burden on the soldiers of the Eagle Division.
After this, the Semites launched two more attacks.
After the setback, they made slight improvements.
Although there was still a queue the first time, when the machine gun fired, they immediately turned around and retreated.
Another time, he began to learn to crawl on the ground. There were some signs of modern warfare - war is the best teacher.
Because anyone who fails the exam will be dead.
However, since they had just learned this method, they were extremely clumsy.
The crawling speed was too slow, and the bullets from the machine guns overhead whizzed by, causing the soldiers great fear.
Since a complete non-commissioned officer system has not been established, the Semitic army relies entirely on officers to maintain its operations. This also makes the grassroots command system extremely weak.
This is also the reason why phalanx formations have always been used in armies in the old days - after forming a phalanx formation, officers can understand it at a glance, making it easier to command.
This system worked well in the old era. But when we entered the era of automatic weapons, it no longer worked. In this era, in order to avoid the enemy's hail of bullets, soldiers could only fight in squads and in skirmish lines.
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Therefore, a good grassroots command system dominated by non-commissioned officers is extremely important.
Therefore, many people began to cheat and slip without any knowledge. They would lie on the ground, hold their heads in their hands, and remain motionless.
Anyway, at this time, no officer dared to come over and kick his own ass under the rain of bullets, forcing him to charge.
No officer dared to stand up amid the heavy hail of bullets.
There were no shouts to kill, no charges, no horns, and no loud shouts from the officers. The battlefield seemed extremely dull and monotonous, with only the sound of machine guns 'chugging' remaining.
Occasionally, snipers fired cold shots, and every time, a Semitic officer would fall.
This made the Semitic attack even slower. The officers were all frightened and ran away, and no one urged the soldiers to attack.
The situation on the battlefield almost came to a standstill. The Semitic soldiers crawled on the ground and moved forward little by little. But judging from the speed of their crawling, it was estimated that they would not be able to crawl to the side of the trench until 2012.
And this was without the machine gun hitting any of them, so Lorraine wondered whether the enemy was deliberately consuming his own bullets.
At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the stalemate was suddenly broken by cheers from the Semitic rear.
Lorraine looked around hurriedly and saw nearly a hundred black dots appearing in the sky, and then they rapidly enlarged in the pupils.
That is the war fortress of the undead~!
They finally appeared.
Seeing this, Lorraine was immediately overjoyed: Grandma, it's not in vain that I've been waiting for so long, these bastards are finally here.
Although the Eagle Division had a strong firepower advantage, the Lord ordered them to stay in the city and never leave the city. They were worried about these war fortresses of the undead.
Although the Eagle Master has great firepower, it is still powerless against attacks from the air.
In the era when Sir Alex Ferguson arrived, air superiority meant everything.
Therefore, before gaining absolute air supremacy, he would never risk sending his precious troops into the wild to increase experience points for the enemy.
And this is also the reason why the lord would rather destroy his heavy warships than set sail.
At this time, Nai'an's war fortress was already on standby in the rear.
Then he issued an order and ordered the war fortress behind him to send out troops to fight.
The war fortresses of both sides launched a fierce battle in the air.
Various war fortresses are chasing each other in the sky, and countless magic and cannonballs are blooming in the sky, which is extremely beautiful.
From time to time, a war fortress would fall to the ground, dragging long plumes of black smoke.
Naian's war fortress is flexible, has high defense, and has powerful firepower, but the undead's war fortress has a numerical advantage.
The two sides fought ping-pong for a long time, and in the end there was no winner. They just evacuated because they ran out of energy.
At this time, it was getting dark and the attack on the ground had completely stopped. Veerapranni had no choice but to send an order to withdraw his troops.
After nightfall, after a whole day of fierce fighting and fighting to the death, the soldiers were all as tired as dogs.
At this moment, both the Eagle Division soldiers in Fantino City and the Semitic army outside the city were all silent. Only the lights on showed that there was someone on duty there.
A dark cloud slowly flew over, covering the dim moonlight in the sky, and the earth became pitch black. During the day, on the battlefield that was scorched by the flames of the explosion, the ear-piercing and ominous cry of the night owl could be heard.
In the dim night sky, dozens of black figures were suspended quietly in mid-air, facing the direction of Fantino.
The wide black robe swayed with the night wind, like a bat spreading its wings, giving people a feeling of fear.
Under the robes that were occasionally lifted up, pale white skeletal bodies were revealed. These people were the lichs under the High Priest of the Undead.
Dozens of lichs gathered together, undoubtedly planning a big event.
What's more, there are hundreds of dark mages standing on the ground behind them.
The power of these dark spellcasters alone cannot be underestimated. It is definitely enough to attack a human city.
Veerapurani led a group of knights and walked over slowly with a gloomy face.
The gloomy atmosphere around him made him very uncomfortable. He felt like he was walking through a group of rotting and dry corpses that had been dead for decades.
If given the choice, Veerapurani would not want to stay here for a minute longer.
But after today's day of fighting, he understood that it would be very difficult to capture Fantino with only the Semitic army in his hands.
It would be enough to double the number of troops in his hands.
But the high priest's order is to capture Fantino as soon as possible, as soon as possible, which means the sooner the better.
So when the lich Marcel came to the door and said that he would help him capture Fantino, Veraplani agreed without hesitation.
In fact, he didn't have the guts not to agree, because this was a direct order from the high priest.
Veerapurani was quite dissatisfied with this, which meant that the high priest was already dissatisfied with his progress. Especially after the 50,000-strong army in the vanguard was wiped out, he had no other choice.
Veerapurani walked through the crowd of dark mages. He carried his horse in the dark and came to the front of the crowd, shouting loudly: "Master Marcel."
But no one answered.
A minute later, a pair of light spots, like fireflies, dangled in front of the Veerapranima.
In a irritable mood, Veerapurani was about to wave his riding crop to drive them away. As soon as he raised his arm, he suddenly remembered that those were the eyes of the lich.
A hoarse voice sounded a few feet away from Veerapurani, and said slowly: "Your Excellency, General."
"Master Marcel," Veeraplani bowed respectfully on his horse and said, "I'm here."
Lich Marcel floated in front of Veraplanima, just nodded casually and said: "We are almost ready."
Veraplani was refreshed. No matter what, he could not take away the credit for capturing Fantino. He said respectfully: "Thank you, master."
"However, you'd better move your men back a bit." Lich Marcel said minding his own business.
Veerapurani was a little confused and said doubtfully: "Retreat?"
Marcel said impatiently: "The things we release like to devour the flesh and blood of living people. You don't want them to go to your camp, do you?"
Veerapurani was horrified and nodded quickly. He also knew a little about the strange and vicious nature of dark spells, but he was secretly annoyed in his heart. He thought to himself: These gangsters are too unreliable. Since the action was planned at night, why didn't they notify during the day?
He retreats.
Now that most of the soldiers were asleep, they remembered to tell him to evacuate. The soldiers below were definitely full of resentment.
But lichs are such arrogant and unreasonable characters, so it would be nice if they thought of informing him.
In the Semitic people, when the lichs did something, they never bothered to say hello to the Semitic people.
Just do it, they Semites still dare to have any objections.
Veerapurani said awkwardly: "However, retreat will take time."
Lich Marcel snorted dissatisfied and said impatiently: "One hour. I'll give you another hour at most."
Veerapurani secretly gritted his teeth in hatred and cursed in his heart: I'll give you an hour, you can evacuate 100,000 people and see, damn it~!
However, the instructions could only be respectful: "How far do we need to retreat?"
Lich Marcel thought for a moment and said: "About ten miles."
Then he waved his hand and said: "Get ready quickly. You just need to come tomorrow to collect human corpses. However, you might not even be able to find a single corpse."
After saying that, the lich Marcel let out a laugh that was shriller than the night owl, which made Veraplani and the Semitic soldiers stand on end with their laughter.
The lich flew back into the air with a shrill laugh of "Jie Jie". Veerapurani flicked the horse's head and looked at the blurry figure in front of him. He cursed: "What are you doing standing still? Didn't you hear? Go and notify
All ministries, retreat westward fifteen miles... no, twenty miles, immediately~!"
Of course, one cannot run twenty miles in an hour in the dark. Being able to run five or six miles is considered very impressive, but they also understand that Veerapurani means to make everyone get better and better away from here.
The Semitic soldiers turned around in panic and quickly ran towards the camp.
A few minutes later, the loud sound of assembly drums and trumpets sounded in the Semitic camp.
At this time, the Semitic soldiers who were sleeping soundly suddenly woke up, jumped up from the ground in a panic, picked up their weapons and ran out, shouting in panic: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
"Where is the enemy?"
"Gather, gather quickly~!"
"Humans are coming~!"
There was a sudden commotion in the camp. The soldiers thought it was humans launching a night attack and were frantically looking for the enemy.
The Semitic officers were well prepared for this. They held up torches to illuminate themselves, beat their military drums, and shouted loudly: "There is no enemy coming, so don't be nervous."
"Emergency gathering, line up, line up~!"
When I heard that there was no human night attack, it was just an emergency gathering for the officials to play with their little soldiers. The soldiers who had been fighting with human guns and bullets all day were immediately angry and shouted angrily: "You still let me
Don’t let people live anymore?”
"You're so fucking bullying. You work hard during the day, but you have to risk your life at night. Tomorrow, you officials will fight on your own."
"Whoever came up with such a bad idea, I will beat him to death~!"
Suddenly, a powerful voice sounded in front of the soldiers: "Shut up, everyone~!"
The majestic voice quickly silenced the noisy Semitic soldiers, because they saw clearly through the firelight that the person speaking was His Majesty King Veerapurani.
Veerapurani flicked his horsewhip and shouted: "The mages are preparing to cast spells on Fantino. If you don't want to be buried with him, just run west immediately."
The Semitic soldiers suddenly panicked. They all knew what the dark mage's spell casting meant.
Just like the real samurai in Japan who test swords on ordinary people on the street without breaking the law, the lich and the dark wizard arrest and kill people in the Semitic tribe, and no one dares to care about it.
The Semitic people are afraid of them, just like mice are afraid of cats, and they will hide as soon as they see them.
The spells released by the dark mage and those terrifying undead creatures are both deadly things.
The Semitic soldiers in the camp lined up in panic, threw down their packages and luggage, and ran toward the west as if their buttocks were on fire.
Veerapurani patrolled the camp back and forth. It took him more than half an hour to drive all the soldiers out of the camp, ordered them to move twenty miles west, and then waited for the order.
The lich Marcel has long been impatient with waiting. For him, this boring waiting is very boring, especially for those humble ordinary Semitic people.
The high priest assigned him an important task, and the lich Marcel only wanted to complete it successfully immediately, which was very important to consolidate his position among the high priests.
Seeing that the soldiers in the Semitic camp had almost withdrawn, the lich Marcel didn't care if it was enough for the hour he promised Veraplani. He waved his hand and said excitedly: "Let's start, use the dark
Destroy this hateful city with power~!”
In the darkness, a hoarse voice of a lich shouted loudly: "A wonderful world without priests."
"There are no elemental mages either."
"There is no life mage, and no damn druid."
The lichs screamed with excitement and shouted loudly like a declaration: "Let darkness cover the earth, only the eternal ones will not be destroyed~!"
A black mist that was darker than night suddenly appeared on the ground. The black mist hovered against the ground, spinning like a tornado, blowing away a bone-chilling wind and quickly spreading around.
The dark mage behind him also recited the incantation at the same time, and waves of surging mana fluctuations came out.
Soon, bursts of clicking sounds came from the condensed black mist, with deep roars like wild beasts in between.
A skeleton swayed out of the black mist, followed closely by endless white bones slowly walking out of the black mist.
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