Chapter 21 Fierce enough [3]

Oh! A burst of white fog came out of his sloppy mouth. The cold in the morning made the exhaled gas immediately condense into water vapor. Looking at it from afar, a row of white fog on the wall was like a crawling warcraft, which was about to rise at any time. Looking past, it turned out to be a frightening scene. The finger joints of these soldiers have long been white and frightening. For the first time, men felt that they were doing a big job. Yes, how can this group of people allow any waste to defiance their bravery? By now, there is no possibility of turning back. Tiger. House's belief has already been conveyed to every man's mind.

"Here we go, asshole." The broken bricks and tiles of the city wall were crushed. At this moment, the mad dogs became so calm that time passed very slowly, thinking, as if there was a clock walking slowly in his mind, and every minute and second, it was thrilling. The shock that sprays out at any time infects everyone. Even the most cowardly person should act like a legendary warrior at this time. Men, at this point, you can't flinch.

Teng! Teng! Teng...

Da Da Da Da... The sound of the horse's hoof came, and the hissing war horse was as shocked as the devil's shadow in the thick fog. It makes people timid in an instant, but...

"Hahahaha..."

The madman laughed crazily: "Here it comes! The Valmilla dog that should go to hell! Come and taste my strength--"

Marshal Valmieira should have been worried. When he immediately asked Burva to fight, he knew that he had been put up by the warcraft. It is not a group of rabble, but a group of extremely intelligent soldiers. Like the glory of their Roma Empire, the persistence of this group of bastards is not so noble, but simple and lovely.

"Want treasure! Sons!"

"Aha--"

"Do you want a woman? Sons!"

"Wow!"

"Do you want to win? You son of a bitch."

"That's right!"

In an instant, just in an instant, the female magicians on the tower saw clearly that when Valmiera's leading troops had just arrived on the periphery of Valmiera, the shock on the faces of those poor northern barbarians was definitely the purpose, but only for a moment, it seemed that the panic drifted to another A world. Tiger. A trace of mockery clearly flashed on House's face. That's right... It's just mockery.

Play psychological warfare with me? I played this trick in the tropical jungle to kill the opponent's ten special teams!

The battle pride in Boss Ma's heart is absolutely something that no one can share. The arrogant practice of killing one person and leaving one person not only did not make people want to challenge him, but also saw his whereabouts and immediately retreated. There was absolutely no mercenary who dared to fight this madman. Because all those who do not believe in evil died in Tiger. Under House's gun, knife and hand-to-hand combat. No one is his opponent. How can this tough madman who once fought with American bison look up to this level of cold weapon combat?

In terms of combat literacy, he can simply be the ancestor of any generation of famous coaches in the world!

"Wow! What a person who weighs himself." Boss Ma squinted his eyes, full of pride and arrogance, but the scorching eyes reassured his men a lot. This feeling of comfort naturally produces great cohesion. It seems that with this boss in charge, there will never be a failure. The surprise attack was successful, Valmieira, and these bastards already had this awareness. Or, before that, these guys actually had such awareness!

Outside the city, there is a lot of fog. No one knows how many people are on the other side. The soldiers who escaped just keep talking about how many crazy enemies Varmilla has suffered, but they can't accurately describe how many people there are. And the poor messenger, who had been mentally broken for a long time, was just a strong enemy and shouted, "Fire! What a fire! Beast! A lot of beasts!"

In the face of this situation, no matter how strong a person is, he can only repay with regret, and there is no way to figure out anything.

But the only thing to know is the hunting black tiger battle flag on the tower. It was a flag of the Tamsalu Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment. This flag experienced a war between the two countries in the north, and after the end of the war, it indifferently destroyed the country and hit the other hard. This ability and skill were originally just the means of the rural aristocracy despised by the nobles under Emperor Roma. Now it seems that this group of rural people have worrying and serious strength.

"It's unbelievable. Who would have thought that two years ago, the barbarians in the north would have such an ability? The military front stepped into Latvia and completely entered the power circle of the empire. This threatening energy is really a little cold. A tough middle-aged man pulled the whip and pulled the black knight's gloves again, as if the early spring air was extremely cold. He unconsciously shrank his neck so that the towering collar could steadily cover the cold.

The war horses snorted, thinking that these animals were also extremely tired after a long journey of 40 or 50 kilometers. Although good horses can travel a hundred miles a day, it is still a little difficult for these excellent war horses to be carried such heavy armored knights. The infantry's long gun phalanx first entered the array, and the archers slowly moved forward from both sides. After the huge infantry shield, he was ordered to stand by. Obviously, the commander was still hesitating to fight this battle in the fog. Although he has full confidence in his army, the enemy opposite is obviously not an ordinary person.

They are not the mob. Even the mob, Kaya's defense makes the commander of this army feel the belief of resisting to the death.

When Saab. After the shaman of Nice arrived at the defensive position of Kaya, the commander had to give up the idea of being stuck in this damn place. Just as his absolute army bypassed the stone and attacked the hinterland directly, he heard that his nest had been copied.

So in front of the exhausted Tauren warrior Kaya, he had to issue an order to retreat.

"Admiral Val, why don't you attack!"

At this time, someone came out, which was obviously the question of a military idiot, but this person obviously had that kind of power. He is a war superintendent of Valmieira appointed by the Empire, and he is a delegated official with great power in wartime. The direct imperial cabinet can be said to be a very special group.

But in peacetime, such officials are just fat pigs kept in captivity in certain places.

Fortunately, this fat pig has at least not questioned the loyalty of Admiral Val.

As a marshal of the empire, although he is only a commander and admiral of a foreign garrison, the marshal-level figures still have their pride. In the twenty-five years of Admiral Varmiera, although there were not many big and small wars, they were not few. In a series of purge battles against taorheads, there were four or five hundred cases, and tens of thousands of tareans were killed. It can be said that Valmieira, which is adjacent to Varga, is simply a sworn enemy. Unfortunately, the taurus lacked a lot of supplies to support their counterattack. Whether it is weapons, food or an excellent leader, they don't have it.

The defeated Varga tauren became a bereaved dog, seeking to survive in the gap between Latvia and Estonia.

The cruel governor of Val is definitely a name that can make taeno-headed children stop crying. Now, this man, who is said to be able to become a famous general at some point in the future, can only helplessly go to the inspector, and then shrug his shoulders playfully. He said, "Your Excellency, when you can't see the enemy, if you attack, it will only bring huge losses."

The war inspector looked at Valmieira, a city where he could still enjoy a few days ago. He nodded and said to the cruel governor, "It seems that your judgment is not wrong. Admiral Val, you are the marshal and the governor of Valmieira. There must be a way.

Val asked himself: Is there really a way? What is the purpose of this army's unknowingly invasion of Valmierra? Just plunder, create a piece of ruins, and then escape to the north in a mess? Or, will the legendary and mysterious Nile barbarians have any powerful ability?

Val kneaded the bridge of his nose, and his eyes were a little sour. In this cold morning, he had to think about how to fight, which was really a tired thing.

But his men are looking at him. Many women and children are still in the city. No one knows what the thugs have done to them. At this point, it's just a nightmare. How can a confused soldier ensure that he has a normal heart to fight?

Admiral Val looked at his elite soldiers and strong generals, and his heart was also irritable: it seemed that his opponent was very tricky. Taking advantage of the fighting psychology of these soldiers, it will definitely make these soldiers lose their peace of mind. I thought I could use the momentum of the cavalry to suppress the arrogance of my opponent, but it didn't seem to have any effect, but it became a laughing stock.

The marshal always seems to be thinking very slowly, and his eyes are so calm that he is cold, as if everything has nothing to do with him. What kind of cold-blooded is it really to do this? But it seems that Boss Ma is not a good bird. He sneered and gave the order in a low voice: "Let all the squadron captains listen. Once the other party starts to attack, shoot randomly with bows and arrows first. You must repel the first wave of attack of the bastards on the opposite side. Otherwise, this battle will not be so big."

"Totti! Come back!" Seeing that Totti heard the order and was about to go down to give the order, Ma Hu called the handsome Sicilian man back and ordered, "Let those bastards never spare the number of bows and arrows. We may not be able to stay here for long. Until Norton understands my intention, don't worry about the lack of bows and arrows. Give them all. I'm out of it. Then you go to prepare fire oil and asphalt, and it's better to get a lot of manure for me to boil. We have to let this group of Valmiera's bastards have a taste..."

Totti** smiled, and the evil smile was full. Obviously, there was only the word dung left in his mind. The handsome Sicilian man smiled twice with a bad taste, and then greeted a team to transport manure, and burned it according to the sloppy request.

On the wall, ten heavy city defense crossbows are aimed at the air. These animals are also extremely worried about the enemy's use of siege vehicles or ladders. At this time, once there is a sudden battle, the role of the city defense crossbow must be played to the limit.

The soldiers around looked at each other and looked at each other with some ridiculing. Talking about something jokingly, there is no trembling or pre-war tension at all.

"Come on, boy, who do you want to be more ruthless than me? Come on, come to your father. I will definitely make you unforgettable..."