"Very well, Alfred, please be sure to thank the Major General for your kindness." Gray Lint nodded heavily and took the temporary certificate he handed over.
"Okay, I will remember it. You should hurry up and get familiar with your team. After all, you have no experience in leading troops."
After agreeing to his request, Alfred did not forget to give him a special warning.
…
These 50 people were separated from Isla, and were temporarily led by Gray Lint. The deputy team was a man in his thirties with a tough face, slightly shorter than Gray Lint. His name was Arash.
He is a mixed race with a lot of Loen blood.
After a few brief words of training, Gray Lint officially entered into the chase-and-escape battle in which he led troops for the first time.
Now the pursuers led by Isla are not too fast. This is mainly to avoid falling into an ambush and to save physical strength... Anyway, the enemy's escape direction is towards the hinterland of Loen Colony. The longer it takes, the worse it will be for him.
The more advantageous the side, the more advantageous it is. Alfred told Gray Lint that from this point of view, the enemy will definitely launch a counterattack within three hours and wait for an opportunity to escape.
Sure enough, just half an hour later in the afternoon, the deserters in front found a hillside that was conducive to their own operations and prepared to counterattack.
"sharp!"
Sighing secretly, Gray Lint obeyed Isla's military order and led the troops up to approach the enemy's flank.
Neither side of the lightly armed troops set up artillery, which is a good thing!
Gray Lint glanced at the enemy soldiers who were hiding behind obstacles and firing wildly, but the firepower had obviously begun to weaken. He took out the "Hymn of Courage" given to him by Alfred in advance, ready to cooperate with other teams to swarm forward.
"Woo..."
The low horn sound was imminent, and Glerint didn't know for a moment which team was the first to launch the attack. Immediately, he also raised the "Hymn of Courage" in his hand, took a deep breath, and then blew hard.
"Woo..."
The sound of the horns one after another immediately echoed each other, and there were a total of four teams similar to those in Gray Lint on the entire flank.
"Come on!"
He shouted loudly and rushed out first, playing a very good role as a leader.
What was strange was that the enemy soldiers stopped shooting in the direction where he was. They all coincidentally turned their gun heads to the side, as if they were completely unwilling to hurt Gray Lint.
They didn't fight, but Glalint's soldiers didn't hesitate. Except for a few astute team members who noticed something unusual, most of the members really thought that Glalint had caught a wave of enemy soldiers' firepower exhaustion by coincidence.
period, so they all launched a fierce attack!
At the same time, Gray Lint looked around and quickly identified a certain leader of the enemy.
I saw him reaching out and pointing the gorgeous ceremonial thin sword, locking the opponent accurately!
Suddenly, a ceremonial thin sword with the same shape condensed on the target's head in an instant, and seemed to be about to stab down at any time.
This "trial" target selected by Gray Lint didn't know what was happening for a moment, but instinctively felt the danger, just like an animal in nature that was targeted by natural enemies.
"Cool!"
Looking at the phantom of the "Sword of Judgment" that moved with the target and always hung high on top of it, Gray Lint still had the strength to praise. Then, his figure suddenly blurred, and then "flashed" directly to the side of the target.
square.
Just as this target was about to be killed by Glaint's sword, his whole body suddenly turned into a stream of blazing white flames, which accurately shot towards Glaint's heart.
Gray Linte was slightly startled, raised the corner of his mouth, and faced him calmly with his chest raised.
"It's still a pretty big fish...what a pity!"
The time was too short. Although the other party noticed the abnormality of Gray Lint, they had no time to turn around.
"boom!"
In the violent collision, Gray Linte did not take a step back. Under the windbreaker whose chest was exploded by the fire, an exquisite book cover was faintly revealed. However, the blazing white flames were directly bounced back, and were forced to fall to the ground and return to form.
Killed a rolling enemy.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gray Linte took a big step forward and moved the long, thin sword forward based on his feeling.
At this time, the enemy's whole body was covered with a layer of blazing white flames in an attempt to protect himself... but it did not have the effect he expected. The "Sword of Judgment" only stagnated for a moment, and then penetrated mercilessly.
His neck!
"Use flames to block the piercing attack of the sword, tsk tsk..."
A few seconds later, Gray Linte glanced at his half-burnt corpse on the ground playfully, and uttered a taunt that seemed to indicate that he was going to take the other party's route. Of course, it was not that he didn't know that if he had used an ordinary
The weapon will probably melt as soon as it touches the intense heat.
Then, his eyes were cast on an enemy who was fighting a certain Loen "Inquisitor". The gorgeous ceremonial rapier pointed at him accurately, and the figure quickly disappeared...
…
Fifteen minutes later, the flanks were basically cleared, and roughly a hundred enemy soldiers were deployed here.
With his powerful personal force, Gray Lint overawed the other three leaders and gained temporary leadership.
Following on the flanks was the main force of the enemy army. While Grelint sent a small group of soldiers to pursue the remaining soldiers, he informed the three leaders to temporarily slow down the pace of the attack and wait for Isla's main force and Alfred from another direction.
The flanking soldiers led by De attacked.
And Gray Lint, who had some free time, was embarrassed to find that his casual ridicule to the dead body just now was actually judged as "arrogance" by the "Sword of Judgment"... As a last resort, he was deprived of an extraordinary ability, which was the sequence.
Eight's "barbarian" brought him "excellent mental resistance" that would take at least 24 hours to recover.
“Is ‘bad mouth’ also considered ‘arrogant’?”
Fortunately, it is much better to find out now than suddenly discovering that a key extraordinary ability cannot be used during a fight.
…
Within a few minutes, shouts of killing came from both the direction of Isla's main attack and the other direction.
"Woo..."
The long and low attack signal was once again transmitted from the "Hymn of Courage", and this time Graylint did not attach any "bribery" to prevent it from becoming the target of the enemy's attack at the closest distance.
"Woo..."
Two other horn sounds were also heard, and the three echoed each other.
For a moment, the three parties rushed towards the last part of the rebel army.
"The enemy soldiers originally had 500 soldiers... I know about a hundred soldiers on my side, so the total number of the other two sides should not be less than 200. In other words, the enemy still has 200 soldiers at most?"
Gray Linte thought for a moment and thought that if he did not consider the Extraordinaries, he could easily defeat the opponent with just these four teams.
When they got closer, Gray Linte saw that on Isla's side, most of the attacks made by the enemy soldiers were "confused" and could not cause effective damage... On the other hand, Isla's Extraordinary
Every attack that hits the enemy will be "amplified" into "execution".
"This is Isla's personal 'Level 1' sealed artifact...it seems to be the 'Fallen Earl' corresponding to my Sequence 4."
This is because Isla is a "punishment knight" and obviously should not have the extraordinary ability of "chaos", so Gray Lint judged that this is what Alfred said, Isla's personal "level 1" seal
things.
…
At this time, there was a guy with red hair and a dark forehead at the enemy's side. His expression was calm, not at all as shabby as the battlefield situation. He looked around and signaled his guards with his eyes, and they protected him in a tacit understanding.
"The complete brain of the fire lion in the spiritual world, a pair of sickles from the blood mantis, 100 ml of blood from the fire lion in the spiritual world, the complete compound eyes of the blood mantis..."
In his calm and collected expression, a cup of rust-red potion took shape!
After looking around at all the guards again, the red-haired guy with a deep forehead put the cup into his mouth and raised his head decisively.
Under the iron-blooded test of life and death, he fully believed that his team would have enough tacit understanding... If there was not enough tacit understanding, then everyone would finish the game together!