Chapter 3 Seeking to Capture the Western Region [3]

Boom, boom...

This earthquake shook, as if countless bison galloping, turned out to be the charge of the tauritan heavy infantry. Once these heavily armored infantry, wrapped in steel armor and holding heavy standard weapons, launched a charge, there was absolutely no order to stop them. Under no circumstances can it.

The activated heavy infantry is impossible to stop at all. Except that they are exhausted, the comrades-in-arms behind you will not only not help you, but also crush you directly over you because of your stop. The heavy armored infantry that becomes meat pie will exist in every battle.

The Nanda Camp of the entire Western Legion was destroyed into a mess of scum within ten minutes, and the fleeing army formed a scattered situation. However, the 3,000 rangers of Gangliluo rushed out, bows and arrows and machetes, and the white and cold blades had a kind of calm and gorgeousness. This cold texture, as if taking a breath, can condense a layer of frost on the Iron Soldier's front. The cold soldiers are hunters and butchers at this time. Their eyes are ferocious and excited, full of blood, and obviously full of incomparable **. This time, their goal is so shocking.

Defeating a powerful enemy is something that any army will be excited about. The most indispensable thing in the world is the people who have nothing. However, when a group of people who are full of thoughts and follow a strong man bravely and have nothing, they become more and more energetic, then, venting can only through fighting.

"Oh, oh! Whoo-hoo~~~"

Waving the whip, the crackling whip hit the horse's buttocks, the war horse raised its hooves and ran desperately. The defeated soldiers of the Western Legion of the Slavic Empire had fierce eyes and showed fear. Open your eyes wide, fear, fear of death. Fear and trembling made these shivering waste people immediately feel what a strong torrent of steel it was.

"Kill!"

The orders of the commanders were extremely simple. The crescent-shaped cavalry army swept directly, and the cold front inserted into the middle of these defeated soldiers. The voice was endless. This battle was really horrible.

Someone said Tiger. House is the devil, so when these crazy people with red eyes in front of him let their joints stretch, instigate the horses to run, then harvest their heads, and laugh at the trophies. The so-called devil is a group of soldiers who have gone crazy to the extreme.

"We surrender! Surrender--"

Slavs do not seem to be as tough as their empire. No matter how large the empire is, there will be cowardly people. In this world, there is no reason for cowardly people to continue to exist. In an excessive killing, these surrendered people threw on the ground after a muffled hum, while the cruel soldiers of the Grand Duchy of Norman still cut off the dead man's head, his hair was tied to his waist, and then stepped on the horse's back and continued to slaughter.

I'm afraid that no army can do such cruelty and blood.

Those who surrendered are really fortunate. Their courage can only support them to kneel on their knees, raise their hands high, leave their blades far away, dare to make any more movements, gasp loudly and do not move, for fear that those Norman demons will be excited and cut them to death.

A thousand-fing captain spat fiercely and cursed secretly, "Damn it! A bunch of soft eggs! Unlucky, you can't kill them!"

The two centurions next to him quietly came over and whispered, "Head, how about..." They made a hand knife to scratch their necks. The commander's eyes lit up, but they immediately snorted coldly, slapped two hundred centurions on their bodies, and scolded, "Bastard! Do you two want me to be a person who violates military rules? I don't want to be whipped by the commander of the legion on the pillar of punishment!"

When I think of Gangliluo's iron-blooded methods and military rules, no one dares to say more. The two centurions were also suddenly stunned. Obviously, they were shocked by the idea just now. Compared with this, Gangliluo's iron-blooded wrist was obviously more lethal.

"Bed up these Slavic eggless wild dogs! Son of a bitch! This is our booty!" Three thousand cavalry, pulled out one undead, killed 6,000 soldiers, and captured 12,000. No one believes such a record anywhere on the mainland. Because everyone knows that Slavic warriors are very brave and courageous. However, no matter how brave the soldier is, if he nibbles black bread and potatoes every day, and his military wages are in arrears for nearly three years, he will not want to fight, but just want to protect himself and survive. That's all. The combat effectiveness of the Normans will let the Roma know that there is still a force in the world that can definitely threaten the rule of the Roma Empire.

At night, the clouds were still very low. The whole Nanda camp was burning, and bonfires were lit in every corner. The tents were full. The soldiers on duty were patrolling with steel knives in their hands, and the heavily armed tarew heavy armored infantry began to unload their armor and rest. Those injured tauroy men showed their strong arms. There were several knife wounds and sword wounds on several strong men. The most exaggerated one was that the whole left arm was hit by three arrows. The arrow feathers were exposed outside and pierced the arm. Although it was painful, when the military medical officer came to pick up the arrow, he just bit the towel and snorted coldly. Those prisoners dare not go out.

At this time, these cowardly people finally know where the gap is. Their failure is not without reason.

The 60,000 to 70,000 troops in the Nanjing Camp were killed and injured. The corpses were piled up and piled together. There were so many headless corpses. They were piled up, poured with fire oil, and were about to be burned at any time. The soldiers with their heads lined up there, waiting for the meritorious clerk to record there. Then after handing over the head, they threw it on the corpse mountain. The thin cold blood made the Slavic soldiers who were still alive feel that their hearts were as hard as ice, and they shuddered.

These Norman beasts are so bloodthirsty and belligerent!

"Come on!" In the dark night, a tall man with blood-red eyes came over, took off his armor casually, threw it away, and then roared. At first glance, it was a tarew heavy infantry centurion. The armor on his body was extremely thick. He waved his hand, and a carriage behind him pulled his head. The big man laughed and looked around sarcastically. Then he patted his chest muscles full of chest hair and shouted, "Hahahaha! You son of a bitch, look at me! Hundreds of people beheaded! Hahahaha..."

"hundred people--"

"Bitch! This piece of debris! Puff!"

"Is this mad dog crazy again this time? Killing people is like hemp. Isn't he afraid to go to hell?

Those people who are full of jealousy all show their amazing eyes. Obviously, this tareau-headed man in front of him is obviously not the first time to do such strength. The proud color flowed on the surface, and then said disdainfully, "Go to hell? Isn't I in hell? Humph, as long as your majesty still leads me for a day, I will kill a river of blood!"

With that, he pinched his fist, broke an arrow on his arm fiercely, and then suddenly patted it. The broken arrow immediately flew out of the body, taking away a piece of flesh and blood, which was vague and ferocious, making people tremble all over.

"Bick! You son of a bitch! You are simply the devil!"

Although the war scribe is also a bloody and ferocious person, in front of Bick, the centurion, he simply felt that he was pure as if he were a lamb. Killer? That's nothing! Compared with this bastard tare, it's a big difference. The number of miscellaneous killings is definitely more than his brain!

"Stop talking nonsense! In the future, I will kill 500 people! At that time, you bastards with no eggs and no strength can only watch me enjoy happiness and eat dust!" The bastard squeezed a group of people, and the screaming soldiers suddenly coaxed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Bic, a tauren, was really too strong. It's simply a battlefield killer. There may be no chance of winning a one-on-one battle, but compared with killing people, those killer assassins are simply a fucking bunch of shit!

Bic touched his big bald head, and then said sullenly, "When my order comes, I will go to the commander of the Madaling Legion to work. At that time, I will go to fight with the Roma barbarians. You can only watch me happy! Wow ha ha ha ha ha..." This shameless and fierce tauren man looks like a bird of contempt.

It's just at this time, there is a moment of silence around.

"What's wrong? Are you afraid? Haha...ha, big, big chief!"

Bick's laughter seemed to be that the male duck was pinched by the neck. He immediately looked at Norton tremblingly. The taeno-head chief glanced at Bic with cold eyes and said coldly, "Who do you think is afraid?"

"I didn't say anyone!" Bic said quickly.

"Hahahaha--" Norton suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed and shouted, "This son of a bitch, Bic is also a fucking eggless bastard. Look at him like this, hahahaha..."

"Adult! I, I'm not a bastard!" When Bic heard Norton's words, he straightened his neck and immediately said in a stiff voice.

"Get out of here! Let me have a good rest! Five hundred people are still beheaded. Do you think you are really reincarnated as a demon king? Damn bird egg, I'm not as beautiful as you, and I dare to stand out in front of me!" With that, Norton put his foot on Bic's buttocks, and suddenly there was a burst of laughter around him, which made people feel a little calm after the battlefield. Excessive excitement will make it difficult for the soldiers to fall asleep, not have a good rest, and their combat effectiveness the next day will be greatly reduced.

After the realization of Norton, the two legions of the vigil were watching the Slavic prisoners, about 35,000 people, who were all tied up and imprisoned in a temporary cage that was not big. After a round of patrol, Norton suddenly shouted, "Brothers! Soldiers! Robes!"

"Wow! Whoo! Whew!"

"You today..."

"Well done!"

Norton paused for a moment and burst out!

"We will expand our territory, become a generation of heroes, become a generation of great people, create an era, be invincible, and conquer! The world will tremble because of our existence. This is what we want to do! Defeat all those who block our will. This world is our playground!" Norton clenched his fist and smiled gharunly. Gold coins! There will be! Printed with Tiger. The gold coins in House's head will be filled with your bags! Woman! There will be! Those slender women with fat breasts and big buttocks are taking off their clothes and lying in vain, waiting for you to do them!"

"Farm children will also have it! In the vast plain, there are flocks of cattle and sheep, countless land, and the manor is built. We live together. The children enjoy the vast territory we have fought down, enjoy fairness and tranquility, and enjoy a world without oppression! The world will be made by Tiger. House took us to create! The world will not be far away!"

"I believe that we can definitely see it in our lifetime! Absolutely!"

"Wow, wow!!!"

"Yo-hoo--"

The screaming beasts were immediately excited when they heard such a story, but they would soon calm down. They didn't want to think about these things, because they were doing it.

On this night, the sudden military adventure of the Grand Duchy of Norman, the southern battalion raid of the Western Legion of the Slavic Empire, won with the overall overwhelming strength of the Normans. This battle can be said to have brought the self-confidence of the Normans to a peak. Of course, the next two battles completely prove one thing, that is, in the big picture, Tiger. House's intuition is an insightful person, and he has reached the point where no one is right.

Just like many people have figured out this bastard monarch, the Slavs also didn't understand the situation. Why did they suddenly lose themselves? Moreover, it is so thorough.

The last sporadic battle was a 5,000-person magician's army. This legion shrank in the southeast corner of the southern camp. It was originally an explosive assault force and was suddenly hit, which really made Norton suffer a small loss. But the final result was absolutely bloody to the extreme. Many magicians were killed sadistically, and then the living people were tied up and thrown into the corpse mountains, and the fire oil was poured on them. At this time, it was absolutely shocking fear.

Those Slavic soldiers who surrendered would not have the idea of resistance.

He is as powerful as a magician and has no right to resist.

Several aristocratic officers of magicians wanted to bargain, but Norton directly twisted their heads in front of many prisoners, and then threw them aside like a dead dog, snorting coldly, fierce and speechless.

"Burt it."

After rubbing their hands, Norton's cold voice was definitely like a life-threatening symbol, making those living prisoners not know how grateful they were that they believed in the gods of heaven. If not, do they still have a chance to live? Someone in Bic just said that he was a great demon king, and the Slavs had believed it for a long time. And now it seems that compared with Norton, that Bic is simply a pediatrician. This cold and chilled chief of the Tauren is the devil.

What's more frightening is that this man is not the most terrible person in the whole Grand Duchy of Norman. The most terrible person is who is named Tiger. The devil of House, this is a terrible guy who wants to make the devils in the abyss tremble. Solomon's boundary will not come to a man who will not come to the devil, because any devil will be afraid when he sees him.

"Come on!"

The blazing fire is burning, and the corpses are burned. In this way, several super-large fires, the bodies of tens of thousands of people, and the corpses of more than 24,000 people are thrown there at will. In this assault battle, the horror power of the magic crystal cannons also let the Slavs know that there are such terrible movements in this world. They once thought that a legendary magician was doing magic there, but they didn't expect that this was just one or two ordinary people who could not even cut down the gate.

The gunners who fell asleep early watched the raging fire from the stockade and smacked their tongues secretly. At the same time, they were also very lucky that they were Normans, not the already terrible Slavs.

"Adult! What can I do for you?"

Several centurions leaned over. They were from the scouts. These officers could see at a glance that Norton was going to give an order. Norton glanced coldly at these capable generals and said, "Sending the news of the victory of the southern camp back to the city of Tamsalu immediately. We want to let Vivian, the idiot princess of the Kingdom of Esrand know that in this world, the Grand Duchy of Norman, is definitely not a small kingdom like them who can bargain!"

"Yes! My lord!"

This speech is absolutely like a tiger, sonorous and powerful, and full of confidence. No one will not be proud after this kind of big victory. Naturally, the more the better. As Norman officers, in fact, the officers of the scouts had the highest proportion of losses. In each battle, the scout team has almost lost a lot of people before. These people are all masters who are good at riding and shooting. Position warfare is also a first-class player. They have extremely long endurance and rich combat experience. However, whenever a scout team dies, everyone who joins the group will have a solemn and respect. Not joy.

This group, full of pride, by Tiger. The glory given by the Duke of House fought gloriously. Maybe it's for myself, maybe it's for this country, or even better, for the future of the whole Normans. However, there is nothing to say about those things. On this difficult road, I just walked slowly.

Following the man's footsteps, it is absolutely excited and full of **. Whether it's killing, cruelty, or notoriety, this can stop their footsteps. They have come to such a point with respect, not to say that I'm here, I saw it.

It's just to say: I conquered.