Chapter 23 Calculation [2]

"Whive me up! Chee up! We have reached this point and persisted in this step, so there is absolutely no reason to fall the next moment! Even if a giant dragon is killed on the opposite side, you bastards will cheer me up, cut off one of his thighs and smash it into meat sauce. I will never allow any failure, even if it is just one, I will never allow it!"

The madman clenched his fist and was crazy. He seemed to have endless energy to vent, and he didn't even have any strength in the past few minutes. This guy is really difficult to understand how much energy is in his body. Endless madman? Or is this a demon with human skin? Look, his voice, everything he did, is like a demon holding a trident and showing the tail of an arrow.

This bastard... It's really hard to extricate himself!

"Head."

"Big boss."

"Fant leader!"

All kinds of names sounded from the wall. In the face of all this, no one seems to feel that horror. A day ago, they could take Valmilla and kill any enemy who might resist them without hesitation. Even if it is just a strong woman, as long as her eyes are full of hostility, she will kill her immediately. The blood flowed into a river, and the bodies were piled up into mountains. The cruelty of these madmen has reached an outrageous level.

They treat the enemy extremely viciously, but they seem to treat themselves so cruelly.

The warriors showed surprised eyes and looked at the warcraft, the beast king, the warrior from Nile in the south. This man, who is said to be able to kill the giant warm-blooded crocodile in Chude Lake, has created many legends and countless miracles. Will anyone doubt his ability? Is there anyone else... would it be a shame to follow such a man? Absolutely not!

"A life, or death. This will never be a problem! We are warriors! It's a man! It's the beast of Tamsalu! It's the wolves, the brave man who made Raft III, the king, tremble. We can make Narval our playground, or make the tribal grassland of the Tauren the place where we chase. No one can stop our will, and no one can erase our courage. Even if I die in battle, I will stand and die--"

This has nothing to do with justice and evil, but courage and strength. Yes, this is the basic quality of a warrior. With superb faith and an extremely firm heart, it can't be destroyed, powerful and restrained, but when it is publicized, it becomes unscrupulous.

"I'm Tiger. House's men are absolutely not allowed to appear useless soldiers like women! Never!" The madman was like a crazy thin tiger. Suddenly, he raised his arm, pointed to the members of the Tamsalu army who had died in the battle, and roared, "Do you see? You bastards! See! Who are they? They are our brothers! Comrade-in-arms! Robe! But now look at what you look like, you son of a bitch, are you worthy of the death of these bastards? How unwilling they are when they die. Do they really want to die? Their death is just a chance for you bastards to survive! Yes, the world is unfair. Some people will survive, but some people must die! However, if you have to die, why are they, not you--"

This guy seems to be more and more unscrupulous. He is like a roaring tiger, warning his men and lackeys there, "You can choose to give up, but it's definitely not this time. If they haven't been grounded, I won't close my eyes! Did you ask me to go to Huangquan? When I saw these bastards, I told them, I'm sorry, I'm fucking dead, and I can't help you hold a funeral! Does this fucking make sense? Ah--"

Dead silence. No one knows what the roar just now is, but what is contained in it makes people feel a kind of power extending from the bottom of their hearts. Physical strength is exhausted, and the last bit of energy is squeezed out, as if there is no spirit, pain and pain. The sadness is as brilliant as the wind in the cold, and the color is endless!

"Head..."

......

This group of people, this group of beasts, and this group of crazy dogs, after all, did not have the last bit of shame. When they looked ahead, they finally returned to their original courage and courage. How could such warriors disappoint their comrades-in-arms so much?

I'm sorry, I'm dead too.

Does this fucking make sense?

"We will fight to the end--"

"I'd rather die standing than live on my knees!" For the dead warrior--"

"Praise the dead, courage is with us!"

"Kle them! Hit them! Destroy them!"

"When is it now?"

"Fight!"

"Where is this place?"

"Battlefield!"

"Who are we?"

"Warrior--"

High morale, long-term courage, the charm of the brave, how to say a few words? That endless effort is just a calm, achieving supreme courage. In the name of courage, if we give in one or two, won't it let the strong people on this continent look down on us! Tiger. House's reputation is definitely not his own. We have never been fighting alone. The world is challenged to such a point. Since we have to continue to give rigorous trials, if we don't pass, it's really hard to say. Because when you go to hell, you will be made fun of by our bastard comrades-in-arms.

Marshal Val is confident that all this is under control. I'm afraid that the enemy in the city can't hold on another wave of attacks. At such a point, the other party has been broken to the extreme. What else can continue to entangle? The next wave of attacks can definitely disintegrate their fighting will. He thought about the intention of the adjutants to ask for help from the Kingdom of Latvia, and shook his head inadvertedly. If you ask for help from such a dependent country, what will happen to the face of the empire?

The interests and glory of the empire are above all else!

"Impossible! How could this happen? When the enemy has reached such a point, he should not have any fighting spirit. After the war, in the face of a strong enemy, they are isolated and helpless, and their inner fear will be infinitely magnified. They should have no fighting spirit and morale. They will be afraid and afraid, but... why do they look higher than the fighting spirit just now? Val squeezed the armrest tightly. On the back of his hand, the blue veins burst out, and the blood vessels were about to crack, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

At this point in the war, his men have been exhausted for a long time. The reserve team is ready for the next wave of attack. After the city is broken, he has figured out how to torture those incompetent northern barbarians. But now it seems that the leading soldiers in the city are not ordinary people.

The generals in the city have reached such a wrist? The Jedi Army can still have such a fighting spirit and can incite such high morale. It is definitely not an ordinary person. Tiger. House's men, have the elites been flooded to this extent? Even such a wave of disorderly troops have such officers. There has never been such a wise and outstanding general in the military equipment of the empire. This continental pattern acts on the will of the empire. The only voice of opposition is nothing more than Tiger, who fled to the north. The three people led by House, but these three guys, any imperial officer, think that peace is a matter of time.

But at this time, Admiral Val had a bad intuition in his heart. This intuition is the unique feeling of soldiers. Everyone has had that feeling after marching for decades.

He thought he had calculated the enemy in the city, but he did not expect that the enemy could persist to such a point. Is it possible that when you are calculating your opponents, they are also calculating us in the city? But what do they use to calculate?

Admiral Val was at a loss, but in the face of the high morale of the other party, he had to do something.

He raised his right hand and wanted to give an order to attack, but he did not wave his high right hand. The white gloves had been changed twice. The messenger next to him looked nervously at the instructions of the admiral, but did not dare to blow the horn casually. In the face of this situation, the war was more tragic than expected. Those guys on the wall do everything they can. The insidious and vicious things have never been heard of before. It is a tragedy to such an offensive and defensive battle.

If they don't take Valmieira, it will be a big blow to the army of the Roman Empire. Soldiers will doubt their ability, the commander's ability, and whether they can stick to it.

Once people's hearts are dispersed, it is not easy to bring. In contrast, in the city, the group of beasts did not seem to be depressed because of the tragic war. At this moment, they still have the energy to shout there. This kind of devastated energy is unheard of.

Tiger. House patrolled the tower like a king, and looked at the other party's army from afar. Every soldier of Tamsalu consciously stood up and saluted. This proud beast king is also humble like a gentleman. Moreover, with a smile on his face, it makes people surprise his strange smile. At the same time, the indifference in their hearts also makes them feel. They will not leave the body of the robe and escape back to their hometown, and they will not be chased for thousands of kilometers like bereaved dogs. What's more, he won't die in this strange land.

If they want to die, they have to win.

If you want to go back, you also need to carry back the bones of your brother-in-arms.

This is Tamsalu Army, and this is a good man from the north. This is a group of strong and heroic soldiers, not women, not soft eggs, not waste!

"Head!" Boss!" Head of the regiment!" Lord of the city!" Boss!"

All kinds of strange names are towards a man, who walks boldly, with cold eyes, tiger steps, strong figure, and strong muscles. For the first time in such a collapsed scene, his lackeys saw his scars all over his body. This is a man with endless stories. At this moment, I have to say that this man has indeed done a great job that many people can't do.

The achievements are like this. Even if a generation of heroes die, they will die without regret.

The prestige of warriors exists in the world, which is enough to have no regrets in this life. But, Tiger. House will never be easily satisfied with such a point. He wants more and more victories. Even if it's just a small failure, he won't admit it or accept it...

Boss Ma looked far to the northeast, and there was no movement on the horizon. However, there was a frank feeling in his heart. He turned his head and looked at the Roma army camp, which was still strict, and said disdainfully, "Calculation? You are still far from the fuck."