Chapter 24 Calculation [3]

The weather in spring always looks warm and cold. From time to time, a cold cool breeze blows, and a thrilling spirit can dispel people's urine. The military passage, which stretches for a total of five kilometers, is full of footprints. It has just been a light rain. Although the Gaua River is not a small river, the water level has risen a lot by this time. The people by the river were anxious, but soon a trace of fierceness flashed, and there was no hesitation.

There are more than 10,000 taburd troops coming out of Varga. They are very powerful and want to teach a little lesson to those bastards from the north. But when a heavy corps sent by Sahili himself rushed in, the dull Varga white cattle priests immediately begged for mercy. Those 10,000 horses that they thought could be relied on could not even be called scum. When Norton made his debut, the sense of oppression was exerted to the extreme. At this moment, the expelled little guy finally returned to Varga, although he didn't even step into the city gate. Saab, who is accompanying. Nice was amazed. He thought that the three bitches should not be as powerful as he thought. When Tiger. After House shattered his fantasy, he stubbornly believed that it was impossible for all three guys to be talented, otherwise, God would be too unfair.

Unfortunately, some things are just so unfair.

If you say Tiger. House is a provocative superb magician, so Norton the Tauren is the strongest practical actor. He expressed his determination with every action, which made those who followed him faintly affirmed. Persevere to such a point, three people, that is, three sharp swords, no one can destroy this terrible trident power. No one can wipe out these three people lightly, and in fact, it is absolutely impossible.

"Humph!"

Norton snorted coldly and looked disdainfully at the trembling white bull priests. These once arrogant and domineering guys are now, just like what Boss Ma said, bullying the weak and afraid of the hard. When it comes to the hard bones, they can only flinch. Any treaty agreement that humiliates the country can be signed. And Norton, all he has to do is not say anything or agree to anything before that. Only in this way can the water rise and the price rise.

It is impossible for Varga to choose a foreigner than Norton, which is a basic problem. No one thinks that the human empire can give them supreme power or space to survive. In the face of all this, Norton is undoubtedly an excellent choice today.

Strong, wise, and has a mouth-watering group.

When the troops crossed the Gaua River, there was a sea of people here. Those who came here wanted to see how the teenager who was expelled had grown up now.

There are a lot of old people, children and women. Some people can even faintly see Norton's face when he was a child, the boy who was once embarrassed. At this time, his magnificent body made people open their mouths wide and be surprised. Is this the power of survival? What a strong vitality and determination it takes to struggle to such a point.

At this moment, the Tauren warrior is no longer the stupid boy who hasn't even eaten Yohervey's belt fish. He has a team and he has the best partner in the world. The guy who is so powerful that even the king can't help it is actually his friend? Norton smiled bitterly and really thought it was a dream. But this dream, although slightly bitter, is bitter and sweet.

"Speed up!"

Norton's order was issued resolutely. The captains desperately urged their subordinates to hurry up. The coldness of the Gaua River could not stop them from moving forward. The scouts had released more than a hundred batches back and forth, and the news ahead made Norton more and more nervous. He knew that the person who needed help the most at this moment was not him, but Tiger, who was in danger. House.

He didn't know why he put himself in such a dangerous situation, or why he let more than 3,700 people stay there with him instead of rushing out of Valmieira. However, he doesn't need to know or be clear. He just needs to take his troops and directly crush Valmieira's army.

At noon, the dark clouds covered the ground, which can be said to be full of bleakness, and the city of Valmieira was in a mess. People in the city don't know how the war outside is going. But they saw the madman waving his paws and roaring there, and then his lackeys immediately seemed to be as fierce as chicken blood. It is desperate to roll up this aura, thinking that it is impossible to continue to see the scorching sun tomorrow in this life.

The imperial army they were looking forward to has not opened the situation for a long time. Although the shouts of killing on both sides are loud, I don't know why not many people have hope for this invincible imperial army.

If this is a mentality, it can only be said that it is because the old, weak, women and children in the city have the idea after seeing such a tenacious mob. This is not a random rabble that comes out to plunder. This is obviously an iron-blooded division, a tiger and wolf division!

The glory of the empire has fallen after a day and a night of war between the two sides. Even the team of 3,700 people can't be taken, and it's an army that I don't know where it came from. The elites of the empire fought so badly and hard. What else can they say?

The sadness of the boss empire lies in the deep quagmire at the end of the world, and it can't extricate itself. Big and stiff, the decay is full of a smell of moldy, which makes people a little tired, but they have to struggle for this rotten force.

Although everyone's pride and glory are still the same, they always feel a lot less spirit and belief. More, just decadence and helplessness, and endless pity. It's even an old-fashioned dragon bell with a handful of snot and a handful of tears. The attitude of aristocrats seems to be extremely dependent on the old, as if the empire can no longer be revitalized without them. But I didn't know that it was this group of tapeworms that made the empire rotten inside and outside, and rotten to the extreme. Even the glory of the emperor was only the last bit of decency on the face. If no one gives face anymore, there will not be much thought about this country.

"It's really not easy to earn three melons and two dates." Ma Hu scratched his head, as if he remembered that he had a fight with the quartermaster for a little military expenditure and dismantled some miscellaneous things of the army and sold them for money. That kind of pleasure was really worth it compared with the subsequent confinement. Some people think that the kind of person who does not respect discipline and dogma is damned, but they don't know that not everyone who does not respect dogma is damned. Some people, who are born with romantic heroism and are full of that kind of tone, are not only majestic, but also a little more chic. It has a spiritual height that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, and the emptiness is the extension of great wisdom.

Looking at this group of guys who re-infused with hope in his eyes, he seemed to feel a little cruel, kidnapping the hope of this group of people on his chariot like a butcher, and never asked these people if they were willing to be pushed forward. Maybe some people like to stop to enjoy the flowers, the moon and enjoy the autumn fragrance? I'm afraid this kind of elegance is not what these bastards can have. He shook his head mockingly, and his eyes fell on the road in the northeast again. He said to himself: Norton, you son of a bitch, why don't you fucking come over!

The number of troops who stayed in Burwa for rest is about 3,000. This is the additional unit later. Half of them are tauroy locals. Although the people in those tribes do not know what professional soldiers are, I heard that as long as they sign a contract with the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment, they can get a military pay of up to about four gold coins every month. . This is something they have never thought of, so many tare-headed men rushed back to the tent and shouted to their mother-in-law, "Son, damn it! I'm rich! I'm going to be a soldier! Five years of soldiers, five years! I can buy a lot of sheep, and I can't eat them all in my life!"

Foolish happiness is the real happiness, and the happiness of the wise seems to be somewhat tired. So the Tauren is the happiest race.

The men who are ready to go feel that whether the sky falls or the earth sinks in at this time, they have nothing to do with them. As long as they can get the money, they don't care who the fuck. I used to be afraid of those Latvian bastards, but now I'm still afraid of egg hair!

The awesome tauries don't seem to know that this idea is actually an enterprising spirit, and they are called team spirit. They don't understand these, but they will understand soon.

Norton charged with nearly 12,000 troops, and the 2,000 cavalry did not come out. This is Boss Ma's treasure, and he is reluctant to waste some here. Do foreign troops in the Roman Empire still need to use such strategic forces? Of course not. There are few cavalry in the north. Only in groups of cavalry can form a truly strong army. Although the infantry is the main force, it is not the absolute factor to win. Boss Ma is deeply convinced of this.

The vast army roared by. These were extremely strong warriors. Those Vikings, with an average height of about two meters, held a tomahawk, carried a round shield, and wore a steel helmet wearing two cold eyes, flashing with some devouring eyes, which made people feel shudder. The tauren army that follows up is more majestic and shocking. This is not an army. It is obviously a monster. Once the horrible minions tear open the enemy's chest, can they make the opponent live simply?

However, the confident Admiral Val did not seem to understand that the person who really calculated him was actually careful, worrying that if it went on like this, he would collapse.

However, someone who climbs out of the pile of dead again and again and tramples his opponent under his feet again and again is really as fierce as a monster. He will not give up at all, nor will he give any enemy a chance. His desire to fight is unprecedentedly strong. Moreover, he firmly believes that he can get to this point. In addition to his own strength, he has always had good luck!

Soon, when Admiral Val made up his mind to fight to the death with the bastards in the city, Tiger at all costs. House also worked hard for this last fight. Without scruples, the two sides launched a life-and-death struggle on the wall, with broken limbs and broken arms... The cold corpses, the wall was too short, and the enemy's corpses were piled up into mountains and became a barrier, which more and more stimulated the blood of Roma soldiers. However, Tiger is strong when he is strong. House brutally smashed their attacks.

Even if this bastard was injured again, he did not show even a little flinching look.

Not even the slightest fear and melancholy.

Admiral Val couldn't stand it anymore. He ordered his personal guard brigade to go up to support. At this time, he was completely exposed to the sight within this kilometer. At this moment, this excellent opportunity finally made Mr. Ma bend the corners of his mouth and laugh proudly.

The extremely permeate smile makes people instantly think of the devil's smile.

Then, the guy suddenly ran to the highest point, and then quickly raised the big sniper. Admiral Val's expensive marshal suit appeared in the scope. The lace was clearly seen, and the exquisite workmanship was enviable, but at this moment, Boss Ma whispered, "Come on, poor little guy. Let Dad show you some color..."

Bum! A loud noise. How can the power of a big sniper without a muffler be just a little bit?

On the horizon not far away, a black line floated, then there was a shout of killing, and then a group of beasts charged, screaming, this... obviously another group of beasts!

"Marshal is dead--"

A sharp voice resounded through the battlefield. No one expected that it would become such an exaggerated situation. I'm afraid Admiral Val couldn't figure out that he could still be killed at this distance, and what he couldn't figure out even more was that he didn't even know how he died.

In the face of all this, only one person showed an extremely evil smile, and then shouted at the bottom, "Tamsalu! Charge--"

Charge?

In the face of these crazy people, the soldiers of the Roma Empire showed a burst of puzzlement in their minds. Do they still have the ability to charge?

Unfortunately, madmen never give their opponents a chance to think. The Tamsalu mad dogs who rushed up can't take care of so much. The troops are united, forcing only one enemy, and killing is frightening. The most terrible thing is that when the two torrents are glued together, they want to withdraw, but no one gives an order. The legion was nailed to the spot, and Norton suddenly appeared under the city of Valmiera, looked at the commanding heights, and then roared, "Hey! Tiger! Aren't you dead yet?!"

A gloomy voice sounded and spread the whole battlefield: "I'm not a general person! I'm the ice tiger, Tiger. House!"

The sound of throwing, and the whole Valmiera, like the expressions of the female magicians locked in the tower, is dull, collapsed, and panicked...