The new King of Ribol, the commander of the Semites on the Western Front, His Majesty Verapranni also did not sleep a wink all night.
After getting the news of the undead attack, Veerapranni was a little dissatisfied at first.
The majestic Semitic army besieged...for one day, although there was no progress, there was hard work without credit, and hard work without hard work.
From a military theory perspective, our army has also greatly consumed the enemy's energy and morale...
If we were a little more shameless, we could say that although the Flash army paid a certain price in the process of dealing with the enemy, at the same time, it also greatly consumed the enemy's most precious artillery and ammunition.
Through the day's battle, this experienced general also very keenly figured out the strength of the human race, which was no more than 30,000 at most.
And although those human soldiers are powerful, it can be seen that they move slowly and have extremely high requirements for logistics supply. They can only rely on the city to fight against trapped beasts.
On the Semitic side, although the entire front army was lost, the Semitic tribe was still outnumbered and had an army of hundreds of thousands.
As long as you are patient and slowly consume the enemy, I believe you can definitely consume the enemy to death.
And now they just lost a battle, uh, no, they suffered a small, insignificant attack at the city gate. These lichs couldn't wait to pick peaches, and they even dragged 3,500,000 to 80,000 peaches.
, by using some kind of necromancy magic, fearing that the soldiers would be accidentally injured, they forced the Semites to retreat twenty miles...
Shit~! To put it nicely, it’s not that the Semites are afraid of taking away their credit.
Veerapurani was extremely angry about this: These bastards of lichs are so unjust. Even "everyone carries the sedan chair" and "get rich together". This is a universal truth in official circles.
None of them comply.
He had secretly made up his mind: If the lichs were defeated in this battle, forget it. If they won, Uncle Wei would have to compete with them for credit, even if he had to quarrel with them.
After all, Uncle Wei lost the battle below the city, but they won the battle as soon as they came. How do outsiders think of Uncle Wei?
One must point at one's nose and call General Veerapurani a loser.
Deep down in his heart, he even hoped that Fantino could gain some traction and bring shame to these damn lichs.
In this case, he urgently summoned his army and retreated twenty miles in one breath.
Under a new defeat and in the dark, it is extremely dangerous to carry out such a retreat mission. The slightest mistake may lead to a large-scale rout.
It is said that there was an idiot emperor named 'Fu Jian' in the East who once did this. Veerapurani did not intend to write his name in the history of idiots, so he had to be alert.
He mounted his horse, led his personal guards, and inspected the army back and forth.
If anything went wrong, he would whip the soldiers mercilessly and even chop off the heads of several unlucky ones.
While killing people, he also lamented the poor quality of the dead Semitic people: No matter where they are, there are always such fools. It has been clearly stated that disrupting the ranks of the army is a capital crime, but they still have to do it.
If you want to run around, you have to seek death yourself.
Later I found out that those unlucky bastards were acclimatized and were suffering from diarrhea. They left the team to find a place to poop, but he happened upon them.
But no matter what, under his strict orders, the army finally withdrew from the area of 20 miles. At this time, Veerapurani breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, in the direction of Fantino City in the east, the holy light had illuminated the sky, and the low rumble of artillery fire came.
The Semitic soldiers suddenly started to stir.
All of them raised their heads and pointed towards the east. But when they talked about the lich and the dark mage, their tone was not very happy, but full of fear.
In the Semitic people, dark mages are like a big mountain, pressing on the heads of ordinary people. The Semitic people have no good impressions of these cruel and murderous undead creatures with no humanity at all.
Verapranni has always been uneasy in his heart. In fact, he has deep doubts about whether the Lich Marcel's plan can succeed.
These guys are all just a bunch of losers, forgetting their loyalty for small profits and sacrificing their own lives for big things. It's really unreliable.
So far, none of the various military operations led by the Lich has been successful. But their most powerful force is still in the hands of the Lich.
This made Veerapurani have to become worried.
After the entire army retreated to a safe place, Veerapurani led a group of troops back to the battlefield and took the risk to observe the battle situation a few miles away from the battlefield.
Although it was dark night, the holy light and artillery fire had illuminated the entire battlefield brightly. Therefore, although Veerapurani was several miles away, he could see the battlefield clearly without any effort at all.
When more than a dozen huge corpse demons appeared, he and the Semitic officers and soldiers beside him all took a breath of cold air, and their fear of the undead tribe increased.
If this kind of monster appeared in the Semitic tribe, the consequences would be disastrous.
Veerapurani had no idea what to use to block them.
But Fantino has the Holy Light to restrain undead creatures.
The battle between the two sides turned into a tug-of-war, with you going back and forth and fighting.
It also amazed Veerapurani.
Although in the past descriptions of the Semitic people, the human race was all selfish, cowardly, lazy, incompetent, despicable, and shameless... But at this time, he had to admit that the human race was powerful and not weaker than those immortal lichs.
As time goes by, the balance of victory gradually tilts towards the undead.
Veraplani estimated that in just a few hours, the terrifying undead creatures would break through Fantino's defenses, no later than dawn.
After defeating Fantino, he will immediately attack Rumain, join forces with Orlandini's Northern Army under the city of Rumain, and defeat Rumain. This war will be completely won.
Although the mages of Maple Leaf Danlin are powerful, there are still hundreds of war fortresses that have been besieging and containing them. They have no offensive capabilities.
By then, the siege could last three to five years, enough to trap them to death.
Therefore, capturing Fantino is the key to the entire war.
Just when Veerapurani thought victory was beckoning to him, rockets like a meteor shower flew onto the battlefield, and the ground was enveloped in a sea of fire.
Seven rounds of rockets cleared the battlefield north of Fantino City, and then the Fantino people came out and launched a counterattack.
In an instant, Veerapranni felt his hands and feet were cold. He felt like he was falling straight from heaven to hell. He knew that the lichs had been defeated again.
But what happened next made Veeraprani particularly angry. The lich and the dark mage actually ran away without anyone even thinking of informing him.
This made Veerapurani so angry that he yelled, "Can these damn bastards know how to fight? They are a bunch of teammates dumber than pigs~!"
If he hadn't been watching the battle nearby, he wouldn't have even known that the lichs had failed.
Human beings are likely to seize the opportunity and catch him off guard.
Fantino's cavalry gallops across the battlefield, purifying those evil creatures.
Veraplani was so angry that he jumped around like a shrew and cursed three generations of the lich Marcel's ancestors. The guard behind him reminded: "Sir, the enemy has left the city, we should retreat."
Veraplani suddenly realized that he did not want to become an unlucky guy like Maschinault.
"Let's go~!" He shouted, turned his horse's head and ran back, already thinking in his heart that he must file a stern complaint to the High Priest of the Undead.
Not long after, the sky was illuminated by the soaring fire behind him. Sensing the abnormality, Veeraplanile stopped his horse, stared blankly at the direction of the flames, and murmured: "Where is it?"
The Semitic officer next to him was also stunned and said blankly: "It seems... our camp?"
Veerapurani's expression changed drastically, and she shouted in panic: "Not good~!"
The Semitic officers changed their faces in fear. Due to the hasty evacuation, all the supplies for their more than 100,000 people were in the camp, and the soldiers outside only carried simple weapons.
Veerapurani immediately wanted to rush over, but was hugged tightly by his attendants. He kicked and beat the attendants who stopped him wildly, and shouted: "Let me go, I want to take back the camp, let me go~
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"My lord, it's dangerous." The attendant repeated this sentence repeatedly.
The main force of the Semitic tribe was squatting obediently twenty miles away and counting the stars. The few people Veeraplani brought were not enough for human beings to fill their teeth. Besides, they had been swept away by Katyusha just now.
The indiscriminate bombing scared me.
Think about it, if this thing falls on their heads, they won't be able to run away.
The fire in the east is getting brighter and brighter, and its scope is getting wider and wider. It is obvious that the entire camp has been set ablaze by humans, and it is already too late to get over at this time.
Looking at the fire blazing into the sky in the camp city, Veerapurani no longer struggled. He seemed to have suddenly aged twenty years and looked exhausted.
He waved his hand weakly and said decadently: "Forget it, let's go back."
Then he gritted his teeth and said with hatred: "Marcel has misled me about the great cause of the Semitic people."
The general on one side also had a very ugly face, as if someone had robbed his wife. After pondering for a moment, he comforted him: "Sir, maybe it's not that bad. We can get food from De Rossi. If it's quick, just
It will take a few days."
Veerapurani shook his head, sighed helplessly, and said: "This is the only way."
The Semitic camp burned for half the night, and at dawn, some places in the camp were still on fire.
Veerapurani led his men to the camp in disgrace, hoping to retrieve something.
The city of Fantino in the distance was as calm as ever, with the city gates closed and no trace of humans in sight.
The Semitic soldiers were dumbfounded when they saw the camp burned into black ruins in front of them.
Fantino was not defeated, and the camp was lost. Food was a problem. How could we fight this battle in the future?
In anger, the soldiers couldn't help but cursed the Lich and the Dark Mage in unison. The whole army shared the same hatred and loudly vented their dissatisfaction.
By this time, everyone finally understood that their biggest enemy was not human beings, but the undead clan who failed to achieve anything but failed.
Veerapranni had already figured it out at this time. It was already like this, and no matter how angry it was, it would not help. What he should do now was to write a detailed battle report to the high priest. He should clearly explain the responsibility here. It is all the fault of Masai.
That brainless bastard of yours.
I am also a victim myself.
After venting their anger, the soldiers began to collect the remaining supplies and dug apart the charred ruins to see if they could find anything useful inside.
Almost all the grain was burned, leaving only the two piles on the edge, which naturally became the preferred target of the Semitic soldiers.
They ran twenty miles westward from the camp in panic, squatting in the field and counting stars all night with the moon above their heads. The weather at the end of October was very cold.
At daybreak, I came back from a quick march, and my stomach was empty. They all stared at the fat cook in the military camp with green eyes, as if they were looking at the fragrant roast pig.
The cooks were all so frightened that if those bastards had no more food to eat, they might eat themselves alive if they dipped in some green onions.
At this time, seeing the piles of white flour, it was as if they had seen a savior. The quartermasters of each company and the cooks rushed towards the grain piles in a scramble.
At this time, it is only right to feed your own people.
If they get hungry and cause trouble, the general will chop off his own head.
A group of veterans had their eyes on the remaining pile of grain early in the morning. They elbowed and stumbled, and made all kinds of sexual moves, knocking everyone around them to the ground, and swarmed up first.
Just when they were happy and could have a full meal, the soldier running at the front felt as if he had stepped on a stone under his feet, and the stone sank downwards.
Before he could move his feet, the firing pin in the fuse hit the triggering charge, and the mine buried in the soil exploded, raising a cloud of dust.
At this time, Veerapurani was sullenly watching the soldiers sweeping away the ruins outside the camp, silently calculating how much he had lost in this battle. He was also thinking about how he should write a report to the high priest and sue the lichs for their misdeeds.
Black shape.
At the same time, there was still a hint of secret joy in his heart. Since the lichs had all been defeated, yesterday's defeat was not too ugly.
To use a common saying, it's not that our army is too incompetent, it's that the enemy is too powerful.
Just as he was making the abacus crackle in his mind, suddenly there was a flash of fire dozens of meters ahead, and a column of smoke that was more than ten meters high rose up. A group of soldiers around him were thrown into the air by the violent explosion.
Those from behind rushed up to grab the food and hit the explosion, killing a large number of them.
"Enemy attack~!"
"Lie down~!"
"..."
The hoarse shouts of the officers and soldiers immediately came from the crowd.
In fact, before they could say anything, almost all the Semitic soldiers lay down on the ground instinctively, holding their heads firmly with both hands. After yesterday's battle, they all learned this trick.
Veerapurani was also immediately pulled off his horse by his own bodyguards. Several personal guards pinned him down and formed a human shield with great courage to protect His Majesty the King.
Everyone lay on the ground and waited for a long time, but the second explosion did not come for a long time. If we put it in normal times, there should be continuous artillery fire, explosions, and fires one after another. It depends on which unlucky guy is hit by the shells.
Smash it.
At this moment, there was silence in the camp.
Two minutes later, the confused Semitic soldiers got up and looked at each other: What is going on? Could it be that the shot just now was made by humans indiscriminately? Can their cannon really hit that far?
They waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no danger, they became bolder again.
People are like iron, and rice is like steel. You won't be hungry if you don't eat a meal.
At this time, eating enough is the last word~!
Therefore, they ignored the wounded and quickly ran towards the grain pile again.
Just as they were about to rush to the grain pile, the next second, a ball of fire burst out from the front.
The body of an unlucky man was blown to pieces, and blood and water mixed with soil fell from the sky like raindrops, wetting a large area of the ground.
Several people behind him were also torn to pieces, with their limbs and arms broken, and their internal organs and intestines scattered on the ground. In this cold weather, the steam was rising. It was disgusting.
The people who had just gotten up from the ground all fell down again with a "hurrah".
This time, they waited for a full five minutes before they slowly got up from the ground.
People with sharp eyes have seen that the explosion came from the soles of the people in front. Obviously there is something deadly underground.
A group of soldiers looked at each other. No one dared to move forward anymore. They all stood there stunned.
"Asshole, what are you doing?" Suddenly, an officer roared from behind, and he shouted: "Hurry up and bring the flour."
Several soldiers in the front row looked at each other, then shook their heads firmly and took a few steps back.
Someone explained: "The ground will explode."
The officer angrily walked over, waving his riding crop, and slapped them all over their faces. While beating them, he scolded them: "Cowards, you bastards. They were scared out of their wits after being shot twice. Come on!"
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Several soldiers held their heads to avoid the officer's whip, but they refused to take one more step forward. Their own lives were at stake, and no one would be stupid.
A stupid young man was so beaten that he shouted loudly: "If you don't believe me, go ahead on your own, what's the point of driving us to die~!"
The officer laughed out of anger. He kicked the soldier who was speaking a few meters away, then rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "I'll go there myself. When I come back, I'll beat you to death."
With that said, he strode towards the grain pile.
The surrounding soldiers retreated far away. They gathered in a circle and looked around.
One step, two steps...
The officer walked to the grain pile in a few steps, whipped his whip, and said proudly: "I'll let you make excuses again, come up here~!"
The surrounding soldiers looked at each other in confusion, and slowly moved closer.
The officer snorted coldly, turned around and walked back, pointing at the soldiers who had just disobeyed the order, and said: "You don't need to eat today, just give it to me..."
There was a sudden explosion from the bottom of his feet, and one of the officer's legs was immediately blown off. He spun around and flew into the air, then fell heavily to the ground.
Miraculously, he was still alive, holding his broken leg that was bleeding profusely, screaming in agony.
The Semitic soldiers backed away with a whoop and stayed far away.
Just as the soldiers were discussing what to do, a dull explosion suddenly came from behind the crowd.
The sound was not loud, but there were screams all around. Some people had several metal pieces as big as fingernails inserted into their faces, and then they covered their faces with their hands and fell to the ground screaming loudly.
The people nearby were so frightened that they stepped back more than ten steps. Another person stepped on a landmine. A thin plume of smoke rose up, and hundreds of steel balls exploded, splashing in all directions like a heavy rain, and penetrated into the soldiers' bodies.
The soldier who was shot fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.
Those who were killed on the spot were relieved, but those who were injured but not fatally were doomed for the rest of their lives and could only become useless people.
The Semitic soldiers in the camp were like frightened rabbits, driven around by the explosions that lit up from time to time.
The further the crowd disperses, the more people step on the landmines.
The chaos in the Veerapurani camp was shocked, and he could not even imagine what was going on.
But one thing is certain, this is a weapon buried by humans in the ground.
The people who woke up immediately fled out of the camp. At this time, it didn't matter whether they had food or not.
The Semitic camp was evacuated two miles away from the camp that was occupied by Shaohun. One hundred thousand people were left in a daze in the bleak cold wind.
Veerapurani turned all his helplessness into a long sigh, and then ordered the entire army to withdraw westward and collect as much food as he could from the surrounding towns.
The situation suddenly became very unfavorable to him.
What he was worried about at this time was not the attack, but whether Lord Lorraine in Fantino City would let him go. Humans would never let go of this opportunity to beat up a drowned dog.
As long as he entangles his team and interferes from time to time, if no one comes to rescue him within four or five days, his army on the west route will be in danger.
It would take at least ten days to contact De Rossi and ask him to bring food. This time was enough for Lorraine to torment them to death.
Humans can even wait until they are too hungry and have no strength, and then defeat them with a group of farmers with hoes.
Veerapurani was even prepared to sacrifice another division to allow them to cut off the rear and block the pursuing troops.
At noon the next day, His Majesty King Veerapurani's lunch was just a native chicken, a piece of white bread, and a glass of inferior home-brewed wine. This was already the richest meal.
His officers could only eat potatoes with mixed bread, while the soldiers were only given two potatoes each. The food search team scraped everything within a radius of dozens of miles and found these things from the local area.
This made His Majesty the King, who was used to surprise palace cooking, very uncomfortable. The morale in the military camp was low and there was a cry of lamentation.
The Semitic soldiers could not understand why they suddenly fell from being victors to such a miserable situation.
At this time, hundreds of war fortresses that went to attack Fantino brought good news to His Majesty King Veerapurani.
After Veerapurani read this top-secret document, his originally nervous expression suddenly relaxed, and his face showed an expression of excitement.
He raised his glass, drank the unpalatable bad wine in one gulp, and said with a smile: "Now I finally don't have to worry about that damn Lorraine. He will soon be in danger of himself." (To be continued.)