Chapter 522 The decisive battle at Star Lake (twenty-three)
Just when Lorraine was impatient with waiting and was about to order his artillerymen to fire a fierce bombardment, he saw chaos suddenly erupting in the orc camp.
Screams, cries, roars, and the clash of weapons kept coming. The various sounds were intertwined together, like a nest exploding, and it was extremely lively.
Everyone couldn't help but look at each other, wondering: What on earth is going on? It's so lively, what's going on inside?
Lorraine raised her head and looked around for a long time, but couldn't see a reason.
He deliberately wanted to send a signal to the reconnaissance balloon high in the sky and inquire. But when he turned around, he realized that the reconnaissance balloon was too far away.
Now that the scoundrels in the reconnaissance team saw that the battlefield was safe, in order to detect the movements of the orcs more clearly, they were desperately using four carriages to pull the balloon towards this side.
The rope between the carriage and the balloon was so tight that it almost broke.
And in order to ensure the safety of the balloon, the carriages were all loaded with heavy ballast. It was very heavy. Even though the horses pulling the carriages were all extremely strong, one in a million, they pulled such a heavy carriage with all their hooves flying.
. Tired and sweaty, I cried profusely, and a foot-long white breath spurted out from my nostrils.
Despite this, the soldiers who drove the carriage turned a blind eye and still had a hard heart and kept cracking their whips to squeeze out the last bit of potential in them as much as possible.
Imperial soldiers are basically all farmers and have a natural love for livestock.
No matter how bloody you fight on the battlefield, how many achievements you make, or how many scars you leave on your body, every time you go home, your parents will definitely scream with joy when they see you are back.
A voice said: "Ouch, I'm back. Come on, come on, let all the big animals in the house rest as soon as possible~!"
Then, talk about things like buying wine and meat and entertaining them well.
When they saw this scene, they were so heartbroken that they almost shed tears, and they all glared at the drivers driving the carriages. These bitches have no idea how to cherish horses. Such guys will definitely go to hell after death.
~!
But little did he know that the gang of bastards in the reconnaissance team were also in trouble.
You must know that the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and you cannot be careless.
They must not only ensure complete monitoring of the entire battlefield, but also maintain smooth movement to ensure the safety of the balloon. They must also ensure smooth communication, and finally arrive at the designated location within the specified time.
With all these requirements, it is not only a technical job, but also a hard job.
As long as one of them fails to meet the requirements and delays the military flight, Lorraine will chop off their commander's head with his own hands at the first opportunity.
And their commander also solemnly promised his men that before Lord Luo chops off his head, he will definitely chop off several heads to use as a backing for himself.
With such strict military orders, even if these bastards are so tired that they vomit blood, they must first ensure that they complete their mission before talking about anything else, let alone those poor horses.
After a while, the chaos in the orc camp gradually became smaller.
Finally, as a shrill scream sounded, the chaotic scene disappeared. Only a strange sound remained.
Lorraine listened attentively, and felt that the sound sounded like the rustling of fine raindrops on the lotus leaves. It also sounded like the whining of the cold wind blowing through the woods in late autumn.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the orc camp. Although the sky was still clear now, the orc camp gave people a gloomy, sad and gloomy feeling.
After a while, another movement was seen at the gate of their camp that had been blown down by artillery fire. Several figures flashed out from behind the door.
They held white flags and walked slowly towards this side.
The leader of the group holds a cane in his hand and wears gorgeous colorful feathers on his head. His face is old. He is the priest of the Pollak tribe, Tekulidom.
When they came close, the Imperial Royal Guards immediately stepped forward to stop them. After searching them carefully, they were released. Teculidomu was brought to Lorraine.
Lorraine looked at his old face and took a deep breath.
He has prepared for the worst. Once the orcs refuse to surrender, he will inevitably launch a fierce attack. In that case, no matter how many people are killed, there will definitely be casualties of the old, weak, women and children, these non-combatants, and he
It will also inevitably be called a 'Bloody Butcher'.
Don't just look at it as if killing someone is fun and enjoyable. In fact, only psychopathic guys would actually do it.
No matter in any era or in any space, as long as someone is called a "butcher", he will definitely be stinky for hundreds of miles.
No one really dares to bear this stigma.
Bai Qi, Xiang Yu, which one of these is not a famous bloody-handed butcher?
But who got a good result in the end? Even classmate Liu Dabei, such an awesome character, and also Guan Erye, who was given double bonuses by Brother Da Fei. But why didn't it happen and he was beaten and ran away?
It’s not surprising that when the Yellow Turban was first suppressed, too many people were killed.
And with Boss Cao's majestic appearance, he did not dare to kill too much, so he surrendered the Yellow Turban Army, giving those poor people a way to live. And this was his most important asset in competing for world supremacy.
Moreover, according to Lorraine's modern thinking, although he was decisive and saw that the American devils had done this a lot, it was better to avoid this kind of thing if it could be avoided.
Otherwise, when he walked through the street, there would be countless people pointing behind him: Look, that's that person, he's the butcher who killed women and children~!
What's more, these millions of orcs are about to break out in all directions, and these people in Lorraine will definitely not be able to stop them.
Although their main force can be annihilated, most of the orcs will definitely break out. By that time, they will definitely become a gang... uh, no, countless gangs of bandits~!
By then, I will have a headache. I will have to spend a lot of effort to eliminate them, and I may not be able to completely eliminate them. I might even get stuck in the quagmire.
But he did not show any of this. Instead, he said softly in as calm a tone as possible: "How did your discussion go?"
Teculidomu squinted his eyes and looked at Lorraine carefully, as if trying to find some flaw in his face.
In the end, Lorraine became a little impatient and frowned slightly.
Teculidomu then slowly bent down, bowed deeply, and then without standing up, he stretched out his hands forward, held the crutch in his hand horizontally, and said in a trembling voice: "In
Therefore, in the name of all the orcs who believe in the Great God Ston, I surrender to you and the great Count of Lorraine~!
Please treat us tolerantly with your mind as great as the ocean."
Lorraine also stood up and said in a deep voice: "Very good, I accept your surrender here."
As he spoke, he reached out his hand unceremoniously and took the crutch.
He looked around, took a deep breath, and then raised the crutch high into the sky~!
The imperial soldiers raised their weapons high and shouted at the top of their lungs.
Suddenly cheers sounded like a tide~!
"Victory~!"
"We won~!"
"We won~!"
"Long live the empire~!"
In the end, the cheers gathered together, like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the world.
Under the Flying Eagle banner, a group of imperial generals looked at each other. Although they could not hold back the joy in their hearts, their faces had a rather sarcastic look.
Although this expedition took nearly two months, the attack was so smooth and smooth. It was not hindered at all.
With only a few hundred thousand people, they defeated an enemy force of millions. This in itself is a miracle.
Moreover, in this war, the soldiers even acted as if they were on an outing, and the war was easily won at the cost of almost zero casualties.
This is even more of a miracle among miracles.
From ancient times to the present, there has never been a war fought as easily as the one led by Lorraine.
This simply subverted everyone's mental understanding. It washed away their minds like a violent storm.
It turns out that war can still be fought like this~!
The title of "Flying Eagle God of War" is indeed well-deserved.
From now on, this name that has already resounded across the mainland will surely become even louder like thunder!
Lorraine ignored them. After the symbolic surrender ceremony, someone walked up quietly and whispered a few words in his ear.
Lorraine's eyes flashed coldly, then he stared at Teculidomu, and then waved the man back.
When he saw Tekulidom sneer, he was about to get angry. But after thinking for a moment, he casually gave the crutch in his hand to Vera next to him.
Vera took it and took the crutch without caring, making a whirring sound. And judging from her appearance, she seemed to want to touch it on something to test the hardness of the crutch.
Lorraine hurriedly pulled her over and whispered: "Put this away for me. Be careful not to damage it. This is a cultural relic."
Vera was stunned, looked down at the crutch in disbelief, and said disapprovingly: "How much is this piece of crap worth?"
Lorraine was immediately anxious. He raised his hand and knocked a chestnut on her smooth and jade-like body, and said, "Be careful."
Vera let out a cry of pain, then put her hand on her forehead and said reluctantly: "Why did you hit me?"
Lorraine said angrily in a low voice: "What does a yellow-haired girl know~! After taking it back, find a place to bury it, and then dig it out after three to five hundred years. It will be worth money. At least thirty to fifty thousand."
Gold coins~!”
Vera was immediately startled. She hugged the cane tightly and patted her plump and proud breasts, which immediately caused a wave of waves.
She assured confidently: "Don't worry, young master. I will definitely show it to you and no one can take it away~"
Only then did Lorraine feel relieved.
He turned to look at Tekuridom and said: "Old Dou, now that you have surrendered, you are considered one of our own. We ourselves will not speak the same language."
Teculidomu couldn't help but smile bitterly, then bowed slightly and said: "Sir, please speak."
Lorraine's face turned cold, and he shouted angrily: "Tell me, Vechin, Torek, and the necromancer, where have they gone?"
Teculidomu hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said: "They ran away a long time ago. They already ran away when we lost the battle."
Lorraine asked: "Where did you escape?"
Tekulidom hesitated for a moment, but seeing the cold murderous intent in Lorraine's eyes, he immediately stretched out his hand and pointed towards the south, saying: "I'm not very clear either. According to some people, they took advantage of the chaos to get out of the lake from the lake.
Let’s go up.”
Lorraine suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and looked into the distance.
At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the sunlight shone on the fish scales shining with golden light on the lake. It stung the eyes and made it difficult to see whether there was anyone on the lake.
Someone next to me said: "Sir, how about we send the magician troops to chase after you?"
Lorraine thought for a moment. Although Lorena and the others were powerful, they didn't know what was going on on the other side of the lake. If they set an ambush there, she would be in trouble.
Thinking of this, he slowly shook his head and said: "Let them go. Just a few bandits will not make a difference."
He looked at Tekuridom and said, "Now tell me what happened in your camp just now."
After saying that, he pointed at Tekulidom.
Tekuridom looked down and realized that there were still a few dark red blood stains on his body. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to notice it at all.
He smiled bitterly, and then said: "This is what happened."
An hour ago, Tekuridom returned to the orc camp with Lorraine's request.
When he told the chiefs about the conditions proposed by Lorraine, they immediately exploded.
"Unconditional surrender? This is absolutely impossible~!" Paklingen, the leader of the Polak clan, roared immediately, "We are the warriors of the great God Storn, how can we bend ourselves to humble humans?"
Beside him, there were other followers who kept encouraging and shouting: "The Parklingen patriarch is right. It is absolutely impossible. I would rather lead my warriors to die on the battlefield~!"
"Yes, we would rather die heroically than surrender~!"
"Brothers, let's go and fight with them~!"
"If you have the guts, let's go out together."
"..."
They shouted as loud as they could, but few responded.
More people looked at them coldly in a terrible silence.
The defeat just now clearly illustrates the problem. One hundred thousand orc warriors were stained with blood and lay dead on the battlefield, but they didn't even get a chance to win over Lorraine.
People like him are no match for Lorraine. The blessing of the Great God Ston is no match for the cannon that spits out flames and explodes in Lorraine's hand.
Seeing that everyone had no reaction, Parklingen became even more furious. He slapped the table with his big furry paws and shouted loudly: "You cowards, you are so afraid of death. Look at the bears you look like."
, is this still our brave orc warrior?"
Someone next to him timidly said: "We can't beat that Lorraine.
He is some kind of God of War.
God of War~! God. He is an ordinary person in the sky. He is at the same level as our Great God Ston, even though he is a little lower than the Great God. He is not ten feet tall and has a waist circumference of ten feet. But this
This kind of character is not something that ordinary people like us can defeat."
Seeing that someone was the first to speak, someone next to him immediately echoed: "Yes, yes. Although we orcs are brave, we are all made of flesh and blood.
But he has so many magic cannons. It’s really powerful~!
I watched helplessly as half the company was wiped out by that one shot."
Someone else also shouted loudly: "Yes, yes. I saw it too. What's more, there is that terrible female magician.
She waved her hand, and a wide wall of fire descended from the sky. She waved her hand again, and the water in Xingxing Lake flew out of the lake automatically like a giant dragon.
It was so powerful, at least it was the strength of a magician. Didn’t that undead wizard of Udalk also suffer defeat at her hands, and almost lost his life?
How can we survive this fight~!"
"What kind of magician~! I think it is at least the power of a Forbidden Curse Mage. If you move your hands, tens or hundreds of thousands of people will die.
With a wave of his hand, there will be a collapse of heaven and earth, a Pegasus, a meteor, etc., and all of us will die here. I think we’d better make a quick throw... or something like that~!" When the patriarch said about surrender, he
Rarely feeling ashamed, he just vaguely passed the word over.
Parklingen couldn't help but became furious. He overturned the table in front of him and shouted angrily: "You bunch of cowards. If you don't dare to fight, I...I will fight with my people~! Even if they all die in battle,
, those are also our heroic ancestors who are worthy of our half-orcs. You cowards and cowards..."
As he spoke, he flicked the long cloak on his body, then winked at the people around him and turned around to go out.
The clan leaders immediately stood up and followed Parklingen out of the parliament tent.
Tekulidom looked at it and immediately shouted: "Paklingen, my friend, you are looking for death~!"
As he said that, he stood up to stop him.
But a big hand next to him stretched out and pulled him back.
Tekuridom looked back and was stunned for a moment, then said: "Tanskovado, my brother. You..."
The high priest wearing colorful feathers and his face painted with oil paint looked at Paklingen's back with a cold face. He waited until he disappeared and then said slowly: "Let him go. That's him.
The path you choose."
Pak Lingen came outside the tent and came to a secluded place. He looked around and saw that only a few clan leaders who had been following him were left. Then he laughed loudly.
He spat heavily into the distance, and then said disdainfully: "What a bunch of fools. Do you really think that I will attack Lorraine's troops because my head is broken? I am using a trick~! Hahahaha...