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After receiving the instructions to withdraw troops, Klivich issued an order to retreat to the entire regiment with great reluctance. Before leaving, he looked at the broken North City wall. Although he was extremely reluctant, he did not dare to resist Bukridge's order at all.
The soldiers on the walls of the North City were almost unable to hold on, but suddenly they saw the Roman army crying out and the Roman Central Army fading away like a tide on the top of the city. It turned out that the Romans were really retreating, and the soldiers in Gerben City burst into great cheers.
"The Romans retreated! The Romans retreated!"
Some soldiers who reacted slightly faster took advantage of the Romans' retreat to the cloud ladder, and several people worked together to overturn the cloud ladder, and various stones and crossbows were released again.
At this time, only a very small number of soldiers were stationed in the Roman camp outside the northern city. After Krivic returned to the camp, he immediately found out what had happened. He heard that even the division commander had taken the battle in person. He was shocked.
"This coward Togro! It's a bad thing for me!"
He cursed inwardly and quickly ordered his soldiers to scatter the camp to prevent the army of the Holy Empire from having a backup plan. He personally took the guard camp to the observation deck in the camp and observed the current situation on the battlefield.
Bukridge is incredibly difficult now. All the regiments he led are mages. The mages are good at ranged attacks and have a wide range of attacks. They are a necessary legion for siege.
But now the army led by David Mo is stalemate with his army. If the mage is asked to launch an attack, I am afraid that one of his side will suffer a lot of losses.
So after a little thought, he ordered: "All mages can only use single-body attacks!" After giving the order, he couldn't take much care of it and used the fighting spirit. Five layers of golden fighting spirit shields appeared on him.
His weapon is like a short spear, about seven feet long. After injecting the Dou Qi, eight golden stars emerged, and it turned out to be an eight-star rare divine weapon!
A long spear made his power come true, and wherever he passed, he turned into a sea of blood. His eyes were fixed on David Mo who was fighting, and he wished he could leapt over and stab him to death with one shot.
The so-called capturing the king first is to capture the thief. If this young general can be killed, the sacred army of these thousands of people will collapse in an instant. So at this time, he only has one goal in his heart, that is David Mo!
The dragon roar gun in Mo David's hand turned over and killed several silver-level powerful men in succession. He shot him in his hand like a god, and there was no general around him who could combine him.
So gradually, the soldiers of the Roman Empire were killed by him and wanted to avoid his spear. Unfortunately, he was extremely fast and taking the enemy's head was like taking objects. He was staring at the soldiers and could not escape.
Until Bukridge personally took action, a golden level five-level fighting hood shone brightly, which made the soldiers of the Roman Empire re-injected confidence.
In the duel between such strong men, the soldiers around him consciously flashed a path, leading to David Mo who was on the abdomen of the battlefield.
Suddenly, a road about two feet wide appeared in front of him. David Mo couldn't help looking in this direction and saw an old man with a white hair running towards him with a cold face.
Looking at a division commander-level medal on his chest, David Mo sneered twice: The regiment commander was defeated by him just now, and now the division commander actually put on armor in person!
He immediately stared at Bukridge coldly, and shouted softly to pull the reins on his hand. The war horse hurt slightly, hissed twice, and rushed towards the people. The war horse, which had been tempered on the battlefield for a long time, was not afraid of the power of the strong man.
Two golden rays of light intersected each other in an instant, and a layer of ripples swayed in the air. The soldiers who were two feet away were forced to take a few steps back.
After a meeting, David Mo was shocked. The power of the Golden Level 5 powerhouse was indeed extraordinary. His right hand holding the gun was slightly sore. He turned around and looked at Bukridge not far away.
Bukridge was also surprised, his arms were slightly numb. Although it was not very serious, it was the first time he had encountered a golden first-level warrior who could actually make him feel like this.
However, after all, he is a veteran who has been through the battlefield for a long time. He has no thousand or eight hundred souls under his command. The most important thing for the two tigers is to make a big splash. Whoever can persevere to the end will be the winner.
He turned his horse's head and shot again. His gun was a hard gun, which was a bit shorter than David Mo's spear, but his power was extremely strong. Although there were no false moves, all the moves were killed.
"I am Bukridge, the third-class duke of the Roman Empire! I am an unknown person who never dies under the gun! The child opposite me will sign up! It's a great example that grandpa will have another unjust soul under the gun!"
After he finished speaking, he shouted loudly, giving Mo David a chance to answer, and rushed towards Mo David's face like lightning.
David Mo thought that this old thief was so scammer that he was so scammer that he never got tired of cheating. He turned over and looked up his horse forward. Seeing that he could not escape the short gun attack in his hand, Suo directly threw down his war horse and jumped into the air.
When Bukridge saw him appearing in the air, he snorted coldly without retracting his attack. The Pegasus beast under his crotch ran quickly and instantly collided with David Mo's war horse.
David Mo's war horse screamed in pain, and a blood mist burst out of his whole body, which then turned into a pool of meat paste and scattered on the ground. When the Roman soldiers around him saw this scene, they had a strong look of worship in their eyes.
"The Duke is mighty!"
"Holy Roman Empire!"
"I wish to die for the Duke!"
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The morale of the Roman army reached its peak in an instant. Soldiers rushed towards the Holy Emperor [***] team beside them like wolves and tigers, instantly moving back the decline, as if Bukridge had killed David Mo!
After dodging the attack, David Mo landed steadily, staring at Bukri who was still sitting proudly on the horse, and said coldly: "David Mo, the second-class Count of the Holy Empire! I like to kill the nameless ghost under my gun. I don't need you to report your name!"
He sneered twice, the tip of the gun was pressed against the ground, and the Liuyun Technique was used to the limit. Sparks burst out from the tip of the gun, staring at Bukridge's figure coldly. At this moment, the only old man was left in the whole world in his eyes.
When Bukridge heard his words, he was furious and jumped out to attack, holding his breath and concentrating. He snorted in his heart: It is time for this ignorant boy to perish!
A little red light appeared from the tip of his gun, and the air around him was distorted slightly, a white hair flew up, and the momentum of destruction of the world appeared from him, swallowing the mountains and rivers, and the whole earth seemed to be trembling for him.
When the soldiers who had been fighting around saw this scene, they forgot to fight one after another. Everyone looked at the arrogant Bukridge, and a feeling of wanting to crawl at his feet rose in their hearts.
Bukridge's face showed a strong murderous intent, his face was slightly distorted, and he said ferociously: "Premium skills! Break the mountains and rivers! I want to see who can stop me on this battlefield!"
A trace of cold sweat oozed out of David Mo's forehead. With the full blown attack of the fifth-level golden man, he could not see any flaws at all, and he would never dare to be careless again. He had a flash of thought and shouted softly: "Dragon Roar Spear! Moon-Chasing Technique!"
A little white light emerged from the Dragon Roar Spear in his hand, and the silver-white light flashed instantly on the entire battlefield. The silver dragon on the original gun suddenly became bigger, and a dragon-shaped illusion light rushed towards Bukridge.
The soldiers on the battlefield blocked their breaths one after another. The collision of unique skills between two golden-level powerful men was almost as good as a cloud covering, making people feel a vague illusion of suppressing and suffocating!
The soldiers around could no longer support them, and their low level cultivation made them unable to withstand this pressure at all. Many soldiers trembled and their legs fell to the ground.
Not to mention those ordinary soldiers who had no cultivation at all, for a moment, the entire battlefield followed David Mo and Bukridge as the center, and crowds of people fell to their knees one after another.
The entire battlefield was surprisingly quiet, with no more screams and no more roars. Everyone was determined to look at the two strong men who had already emerged in the air, looking forward to the moment of the ultimate collision.
The two weapons intersected, and the tips of the gun were facing each other. The dragon shadow on the Dragon Roaring Spear opened its mouth hard and rushed directly to Bukridge. The red light on Bukridge's short spear suddenly magnified, forming a flash round door, resisting the silver dragon tightly.
A huge sound broke out, and the two of them took a few steps at the same time. David Mo was a little staggering, and a burst of blood rolled in his chest. Suddenly his throat became sweet, and he held a mouthful of blood in his mouth, which flowed slightly along the corner of his mouth.
Blood dripped onto the ground, making a ticking sound, because the surroundings were extremely quiet and the soldiers could hear it very clearly.
David Mo stretched out his left hand, gently wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, staring coldly at Bukridge in the distance, still shocking the old man's strength. The golden level 5 strong man was indeed extraordinary, and his full blown attack almost made him unable to bear it.
The corners of Bukridge's mouth were slightly bitter, and his eyes began to blur. Although he was still staring at David Mo in the distance, he was already a little dispersed.
When the Roman army saw that David Mo was injured and was about to cheer, Bukridge's figure suddenly staggered, his body softened and he fell to his knees on the ground.
A large mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, the hood of the fighting spirit gradually dissipated, and his body slowly curled into a ball, obviously it was almost out of reach!
When the soldiers of the Royal Imperial Guard of the Holy Empire saw this scene, their morale was greatly boosted, and everyone kept cheering: "The enemy chief is dead! The enemy chief is dead!"
On the contrary, all the soldiers of the Roman Empire wailed, and many people cried: "Defeated! Defeated! The Duke is no longer able!"
The situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed, and the smaller sacred army gained the advantage of overwhelming surname. Some Roman soldiers, surnamed Su, threw down their weapons and fled everywhere.
Several battalion commanders rushed over to the death, helped Bukridge up his body, and wanted to carry his body away. Seeing this, the soldiers of the Holy Empire around him wanted to step forward to stop him.
But David Mo told them not to act rashly. After all, their numbers do not have an advantage. Taking advantage of the disarray of the Roman Emperor, it is enough to drive them away. It is not easy to wipe them out completely.
He shouted loudly: "The horse-haired body is the highest destination for our soldiers! This old man is a hero! Let them leave!"
Several officers carrying Bukridge's body looked at Mo David with a little gratitude, and then quickly left the battlefield. The Roman army on the entire battlefield collapsed and was slaughtered by the royal imperial guards!