Suarez pulled out his saber and swung it forward fiercely.
The hilly native army, which had been impatient for a long time, was like a tiger coming out of the gate, shouting and roaring, and rushed towards the orc army.
These nervous natives were not very afraid of death, but now that they saw the enemy fleeing, they were even more excited to pursue them.
In the past, these corpses were food and would be dragged back and marinated into dried meat for winter use. But now, with the opening of the free trade zone, they have long forgotten what hunger tastes like and have begun to pursue higher goals.
quality of life.
"For Chief Downton!"
Roaring one after another, the natives were in awe and love Downton, not only for the merits and rewards, but also to prove their loyalty and bravery to him, so every native fought hard to compete for the place to enter the Guards.
The ogre relied on its height and long legs to throw away the bugbears and jackals, and was the first to catch up with the orcs. Without any hesitation, he waved the mace in his hand that was as big as a pillar and smashed it.
past.
boom!
The orc who was hit fell and flew away, with half of his body twisted. The ogre quickly chased after him, then smashed his head with a hammer and looked for ears from the mixture of red and white brains.
The wealthier ogres, mostly officers, were envious of urban life. In order to integrate as quickly as possible, they abandoned their usual maces and replaced them with three-meter-long sabers. It seemed that this way, they could
They break away from barbarism and vulgarity and become elegant.
Just the fighting style. As bloody and brutal as ever.
Whoosh!
The saber slashed through it, and the orc was split into two halves, and the internal organs were scattered all over. The smell was astounding to their nostrils. At first, they were worried about soiling their military uniforms, so they carefully cut off their ears, but soon they became impatient and chopped off their heads and hung them on the
On the belt.
"Are you all idiots? Now you don't use your head to record military achievements, but your left ear. Just cut off the left ear!"
The supervising team ran around the battlefield, shouting loudly. When they saw some low-IQ ogres refusing to listen, and even fighting for their ears, delaying the opportunity to fight, they were so angry that they waved their whips and whipped them.
"General Su Ya has an order. Don't listen. If the enemy army is completely wiped out, the military merit of all soldiers will be improved by two levels, and they will all be distributed in the form of gold coins!"
Several heralds carried military flags on their backs and ran wildly on the battlefield, loudly announcing Su Ya's new order.
The ogres got up excitedly and stepped forward to pursue them, only to find that their companions were already chasing the orcs with their butts in their mouths, running out of sight.
There is no shortage of smart people in any ethnic group, and these ogres don't care about the bonuses. What they want is the opportunity to join the Guards and serve Downton at close range. As long as they get promoted, money is not an issue at all.
The entire battlefield was filled with howls and sounds of fighting, and murderous intent filled the air.
On the flagship, the officers were a little shocked. The fighting style of these ogres was really scary. They were covered in blood, with dead-looking heads hanging around their waists, and they swayed left and right when running, making them ugly.
His appearance looked even more ferocious.
"Are they eating people?"
Elaine's face turned pale and she tugged on Downton's sleeves. Some ogres were eager to kill and directly picked up a piece of internal organs from the corpse and stuffed it into their mouths.
"The disciplinary officer will take care of it!"
Downton frowned. His army clearly prohibited cannibalism.
"If you can win the battle, what's the point of eating someone?"
Nicole didn't want to lose her momentum and pretended to be calm. Downton glanced at her and couldn't help but want to laugh, because the queen's throat was filled with swelling, and she obviously had the urge to vomit.
"Let's go and say hello to the commander-in-chief!"
Downton ordered that this time, the Death Banshee would not question Nicole again, but would directly execute it.
Total defeat.
"Commander, it's all over!"
The personal guards followed the commander, their faces looking ashen. They tried to gather the remaining soldiers, but the natives' attack was too brutal and they could not gather them at all.
The commander-in-chief didn't say anything. He looked at the sky and was so angry that he wanted to curse. He planned to leave on a battleship, but who knew that those guys could run faster than him.
"As long as I go back, I will definitely skin the captain!"
The commander-in-chief is just a captain who talks a lot and can be the captain of a battleship. His background and power are much higher than that of an army commander.
The bear prince trembled and almost lost his breath. He was only shocked by Downton's force and did not surrender. When he saw the troll natives and the bear hunters confront each other, he clenched his fists and cheered for the tribe in his heart, but
Who would have known that they would all be wiped out in one encounter.
"I must be dazzled!"
The prince was unwilling to believe all this. He was a violent bear warrior, and his death was worth less than maggots.
"Wolf King!"
Megan shouted, trying to get Garnett to stop Downton from killing the orcs.
The Wolf King shook his head. He understood Downton's character. As long as he opened his mouth, people would definitely give him face. But what happened next? He didn't want to waste his 'friendship' on a group of defeated soldiers.
To those in power, soldiers are just numbers, and what they value more is interests.
In the bridge, the expressions of the orcs were not good-looking. Fortunately, there were no tribesmen below, otherwise it would have been even more embarrassing.
"Let's go hunting!"
Walnut cheered and trotted onto the deck.
"Are you interested in coming with me to greet the guests?"
Downton invitation.
"Commander, be careful!"
The guards shouted.
A ball of red and blue fire fell from the sky like a meteor, dragging out a gorgeous tail flame.
boom!
The fire ball hit the ground, and the shock wave overflowed, and the surrounding soil was half a meter deep. Before the guards could recover from the dizziness, a little loli rushed out of the fire ball, her
The war hammer was swung, and a huge magic war hammer was shot out wildly.
Storm Hammer!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The guards who gathered in front of the commander were directly bombarded and smashed into pieces of rotten flesh and thrown away.
Without command, the guards took out gem bombs and magic scrolls, activated them to focus fire walnuts, and threw out all kinds of talents and magic servants.
boom!
A Titan rose up from behind Hu Tao. After blocking these attacks, the little Loli carried it and charged forward forcefully.
One person has the momentum of thousands of troops.
Whoosh!
Blue light lingered, the mechanical overlord appeared, and the steel fists danced wildly, repelling the demon servants that rushed up.
"Get away!"
A mammoth elephant raised its thick legs like stone pillars to crush the walnut, but the little girl swung out a hammer and the elephant flew away like a broken kite.
"Get her!"
The commander was stunned. Then he roared and ordered. According to the intelligence, Downton is a lolicon and likes that little walnut very much. As long as he catches her, he can gain a lot of benefits without any bloodshed.
yeah!
Hutao pulled the lower eyelid of her left eye with her fingers. She stuck out her tongue and made faces at the orcs. She was so nervous that she had no idea how terrifying the battlefield was.
"Who dares to hurt the little princess? I will peel off his skin!"
Capello and his entourage had just surrendered, so naturally they would not miss this opportunity to show flattery, so they all eagerly joined the battlefield.
"Dragon?"
Looking at these winged dragons, the commander-in-chief was dumbfounded. Could it be that even the dragons favored Downton? Then this war of aggression would probably not have a good outcome.
"Don't fight with me, the commander-in-chief belongs to me!"
"Catch them alive!"
"Get out of the way. It's mine!"
The dragons were all arguing.
"Damn it, I'm the peak generalissimo, I can die if I want!"
The commander's lungs were about to burst with anger. Even if you are dragon people, you can't look down on the Half-Step Legend. He roared confidently, thinking that he would scare them off, but in the end, these guys' momentum continued unabated.
"Get out of the way, this is the gift I want to give to my eldest brother!"
Hutao has done a lot of wrong things, so he wants to make up for it.
There was no suspense. In less than two minutes, the commander was subdued and his whole head was pressed into the soil.
Downton crossed his arms and slowly fell from the sky.
"Downton!"
The commander shouted harshly, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent.
"Tell me your attack plan, follow-up troop allocation, and the guys who will fight!"
Downton Command.
"Bah, don't even think about it!"
The commander spit out thick phlegm.
Downton flicked his fingers, and a red halo blessed the commander. He immediately foamed at the mouth and began to twitch.
This is a blood aura that can continuously boil and cool blood, causing people to endure great pain. It is known as one of the most cruel and inhumane criminal laws.
"I...I won't...say..."
The commander could not continue speaking because his tongue was bitten off unconsciously.
"Downton, why are you asking so many questions? Can't we just kill as many enemies as they come?"
Nicole flew down on a lord-level frost dragon. Behind her was a group of death knight guards riding bipedal dragons.
Whoosh!
A flash of silver light cut off the commander's head.
"Downton, you won't blame me for overstepping my authority, will you?"
The Wolf King teased.
"Won't!"
Downton understood that Garnet did not want the news of the capture of the orc commander to spread back, because that would be the biggest blow to morale and glory.
The best destination for a general is to die on the battlefield.
"Great Chief!"
When the natives who were chasing him saw Downton, they immediately knelt down with fanaticism on their faces. For a moment, as the cry spread far and wide, the area along the red coastline was filled with kneeling soldiers.
These unruly and murderous natives were as humble as domestic dogs in front of Downton!
"Keep chasing, I will hold a banquet tonight to celebrate your success!"
Downton's smiling praise.
"For the glory of the warchief!"
After the natives finished shouting, they became even more excited. They stood up one by one and pursued the defeated troops even harder.
Dusk ends, the red sunset turns into night, and the stars are bright and mottled.
In the camp, the bonfire was crackling.
The war situation was urgent. After listening to Su Ya's report, Downton immediately set off for the small town of Saraje to confront the Saint Jutland Army.
Southern front battlefield, Seventh Army camp.
After the staff officer made the report, he walked into the big tent and saw Commander Feng Bock studying the map, so he bowed and stood beside it.
"The night attack failed?"
Feng Bock pinched his eyebrows and sat down. In fact, he had already memorized this map, but his character was very cautious and he was always deducing the battle situation.
"Yes, those barbarians are very powerful, they are not afraid of death, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to our Hell Bird Corps!"
The staff officer presented his report and then described the battle orally.
"Continue to maintain the night attack offensive!"
For tomorrow's general attack, von Bock will make the enemy tired all night long.
The Seventh Legion is the ace of Saint Jutland's Northern Army, with a strength of one million, complete arms, equipped with the most advanced equipment, and even supported by a twelve-ship air fleet.
If the remaining troops of the legion had not arrived yesterday and the enemy had an air force, he would have launched an attack immediately. There were only twenty-six commanders in the entire empire, all of whom were promoted through military merit. Any one of them could easily defeat Delan.
Kefu.
"Commander-in-Chief, urgent report!"
A messenger rushed into the big tent with heavy breathing and handed over a secret report.
"Haha, Downton is back!"
After von Bock finished speaking, he glanced at the officers.
"Great, now we can kill Downton."
"What's the number one general? Let's turn him into a Death Star this time!"
"General, our troops are willing to be the vanguard!"
The officers excitedly asked for the battle, thinking that this was a great opportunity to gain military merit, and if they defeated Downton, they could become famous in one battle.
At dawn, with the sound of trumpets, the armies of both sides began to line up on the border. Because the terrain was flat, at a glance, they were full of waving flags and forests of soldiers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the sound of war drums, the first people to walk out of the camp were the heavy infantry. Their footsteps were uniform, and they completely stepped on the drum beats, which also made the Hellbird war flag fluttering in the air add a murderous atmosphere.
On the entire battlefield, all the noise was suppressed. The Frankfurt Army silently looked at the horizontal and vertical square formations. No matter which direction they looked from, it was a straight line. Such a prosperous military appearance was naturally
It will bring a huge sense of oppression.
boom!
After the heavy steps arrived at the position, they inserted the tower shield into the soil, pointed their spears in their hands, and then started to walk out of the camp to form an array. At the same time, the two sides of the camp opened, wearing blue armor and embroidered with the flames of hell.
The light cavalry regiment in bird cloaks rushed out, the sound of their hooves was like thunder, like the rushing and pouring tide after the gate was opened.
When the tens of thousands of light cavalry left the camp, the heavy cavalry appeared. With their appearance, they became the focus of the battlefield.
Wearing nearly a thousand pounds of heavy armor, these heavy cavalry look like moving fortresses that can crush any front.
"It's the Hell Bird Heavy Cavalry!"
Even the soldiers of St. Jutland were amazed and filled with confidence when they saw the heavy cavalry. In order to facilitate running, these heavy cavalry did not equip the legs of the war horses with armor, because they could see each one burning with red flames.
After the hoof walks on the soil, it will leave a burnt hoof print.
This is a unique characteristic of the war horses of the Abyss, and only they can hold up more than a thousand pounds of weight and run like flying.
This kind of war horse was bred by Saint Jutland. Even so, the cost of each horse is as high as hundreds of thousands of gold coins. If you don't sell it, you can't even think about it if you don't have a million gold coins. So these 30,000 heavy horses are completely Saint Jutland.
A direct manifestation of Delan's comprehensive national strength.
The shock was not over yet, battleships appeared in the sky, salutes roared, and the high-flying battle flag of Saint Jutland, illuminated by the rising sun, exuded the supreme majesty of the great empire.
"Saint Jutland is victorious!"
"The Seventh Legion is victorious!"
"The hell bird will be victorious!"
The soldiers began to chant and their morale was high.
"We can't continue like this, our morale will plummet!"
Black Hand glanced at the foreign orcs. Those guys were sweating profusely and did not run away. It was entirely because the supervising team was standing behind them holding steel knives. (To be continued)
