Chapter 5 Deep Mountain Soldiers

Orofield was very angry. After he roared, he said to McGrin very indifferently that he had nothing to give him for the time being, let alone anything to say. Myggling, your current task is to use magic and kill people with your sword.

Warriors can only grow when they see blood.

Eurofield thought that it was not a matter for Maglin to speculatively like this, so he ordered Maglin to kill the barbarians with his own sword in the following war, the more the better.

"It's a positive confrontation, boy, don't underestimate the elf bow dance. This is a martial art that can only be mastered by the king. Even the traitor, the traitor, the ungrateful and shameless John is not qualified to learn."

How is that possible?

"I don't believe it, right? That's because the real bow dance must use the king bow, and there are unique formulas and secrets, but now you have to learn those early. What you have to do now is to take a broken knife and dance the connotation of the bow dance in the chaos."

"What is..."

"Don't ask me what the connotation is. I'm very busy. Maglin, you are talking more and more. Practice makes perfect. Stop interrupting me and survive. Wearing such a cool armor, he really doesn't know what to call it.

Then Orophile was so silent.

Poor Maglin was first teased by the brother who fell from the sky, and now he is roared by the really awe-inspiring king. He can only swallow his anger and turn around obediently and walk to the camp.

The soldiers along the way greeted him, and Maglin also had to return politely.

Details determine success or failure, which is what the Pooh said. He thinks that the little people in the world are difficult to serve. He will be grateful if you save his life, but once you ignore it, it will make him forget his kindness. Therefore, you must pay attention to the details, especially in the army.

There will be dead people on the battlefield. Everyone is very nervous and inevitably a little nervous. Before you have enough status, pick up your eggs and be a good guy who is obedient to his comrades-in-arms and ruthless to the enemy.

Try your best to show your strength, try your best to save more lives, and try your best to kill more enemies.

"Kid, someone around you will tell your majesty everything alone. I told you this quietly. Don't say it easily.

Thinking of Wellsween's words, Maglin suddenly felt that there were some people around him who were always looking at him. Those guys were hiding among their comrades-in-arms around them. They were monitoring their performance because they were the person your majesty valued now?

What about the Duke?

Maglin shrank his head, said hello to the guards, and got into his tent. Eurofield seemed to be touched by the memory and sighed again in the depths of the space in his eyebrows: "This is an emperor. Of course, there are people monitoring the Duke, and the Duke also knows this. This is a game of kings and ministers. When the game doesn't go on, it will become you. At that time, I... Alas."

McGreen doesn't dare to fart.

He listened to the notice from the guard outside. He motioned to come in, watched the guard help him put the hot water, and then retreated. He hurriedly washed his face, and then leaned against the folded soft back of the bedding in armor and closed his eyes.

"Remember those magic. It depends on what you have at present, plus Wells' magic reserve, which is enough to deal with it.

"I'm sorry, my king, I want to ask you something."

Maglin didn't say that Eurofield already knew about it. He smiled and said, "Son, thank you for your kind, but Pooh's magic reserve and the magic reserve that your body absorbs are completely two concepts, which is of no help to me. Strengthening your own origin is the best support for me.

"Yes."

Maglin leaned there quietly and began the magician's call element to enhance the original meditation. The elements wrapped in the killing air between heaven and earth feel his call, flowing from the outside of his body to his evil body, and re-integrating into the world through his body. Looking inside, Maglin, he felt that the area in his body was faintly connected to the whole body.

and flesh and blood, and breathing together, grow as your body grows.

There, from a point from the beginning to a surface, it is gradually expanding like a small space now. With the enhancement of the origin, Maglin's strength is also slowly enhanced in such meditation.

At night, in the snowfield in the distance, the roaring wind covered up all the movement.

The soldiers who defend themselves at the forefront of the camp see fire and electric light. What they can't really understand, but they can understand that the fight is going on. An alternative battle that is not inferior to real knives and guns is going on.

At night, it belongs to dark magic, but so far, the dark magicians have not been able to reach within a one-mile in front of the camp.

There are always people who have to sacrifice.

The next day, only one-third of the scouts on duty returned, and the rest were buried in the vast snowfield. And the court magicians disappeared as if they had not appeared.

Kadel seemed to appear. Maglin, who was standing in the army, turned his head and only looked over there, and focused on Yasen beside him. Yasen was conveying the general's orders to the soldiers.

On the snowfield, the soldiers have already left the camp and gathered in front. The logistics soldiers behind them are cleaning. In the rear, another brigade of soldiers are passing through the Red Square and heading for the north bank of the Great River.

It is said that engineers have begun to measure on the ice field, preparing to build several military paths between the two sides that are far more than the pontoon bridge. After so many years, the craftsmen of the empire have made rapid progress in technology.

The whole army is convinced of this.

The Duke's action plan is also based on this, so he dares to make a breakthrough. War is never as simple as it is on the surface. The relationship between soldiers pulling out their knives and waving hides the group behind them.

But these are not things that Meglin is considering.

He was standing beside Yasen, listening to Yasen's agitation. After the thousand-person team that Yasen belonged to made a neat shout, they returned to silence. The front has crossed the ice barrier before yesterday from the beginning of the formation.

It has pushed forward about two miles.

Before that, the elites had carefully checked every frozen solid obstacle and the road ahead. This is also the Duke's strict order.

It is said that a long time ago, in the last river crossing battle, the cunning dark elves sent dead men to hide in the ice, disguised as frozen corpses, and then assassinated when a general passed by.

This time, the dark elves seemed to be confused by the news of Sucol's death and did not use this move.

However, there must have been the efforts of the court magicians last night, and Maglin felt the fluctuation of magic in the air. The fight here last night must be tragic. The evil dark magician occupied the territory, and the magicians in the court had the faith support to defend the country and the lessons learned from the predecessors who had sacrificed for many years.

At the level of magic, the balance of war has tilted towards the empire.

"Second Lieutenant Maglin."

"There it is."

"Today, we are still in the first battle sequence. How many barbarians are you going to kill?"

"How much they come and how much we kill." Maglin smiled faintly.

The messenger behind him has sent an order: "The whole army is ready to move forward. Pay attention to the rhythm of each department.

"All ready." Yasen shouted.

The war drum under the flag of the Chinese army was knocked. The marching drum sounded, and after slowly and vigorously beating a few times to remind the whole army, it then hit more than ten times quickly.

The Duke's guards issued a military order under the Duke's order, and hundreds of voices shouted neatly, "The whole army, advance."

"Yes, my lord."

The drumbeat became normal, and the soldiers began to move forward.

Maglin, standing in the front of the first regiment, followed Yasen and walked forward. Maglin in the army looked forward, and the remnants of his eyes swept to both sides. The red feathers on the helmets of the heavy infantry of the Royal Knights trembled in the wind, and the long guns in their hands stood up, forming a large dense steel forest in Maglin's eyes.

And the sound of iron armor, footsteps, the officer's clear command, and the marching drums, in the vast army, on the side of the towering Hallelujah, Maglin looked at the vast world and the wider and wider wind belt, and felt more and more small.

I am just a member of this precision-running war machine.

A trivial part.

Just behind him, the south of Hallelujah Mountain, on the other side of the wide canyon, a man stood on the towering peak and was watching the advancing. From a very high distance, the battle array that had become very small was advancing.

It's so down. From such an angle, I still feel the greatness of this strict army.

"Robert is really a famous general." The man praised.

"Yes, my lord."

"Wait for his signal. Today, it's time for my guards to show their fangs. The Holy See has sent those secret soldiers to the front line. How can we let them dance alone?

Cadel, who stood behind him, didn't squeak. He just stared down. It was too far. Which one was Maglin in the iron stream? I hope he can survive today's war. He is a very good boy. He can survive.

"Kadel, let's go."

"Yes, my lord." Cader turned around and ordered his men to continue to be on guard here and wait for the signal in front of him. Then he turned around and followed the mysterious leader and walked back.

In the mountains, deep, occasionally there is the low roar of the giant beast and the scolding of the master. This time, the royal family has made up its mind to prevent the enemy from being outside the country. It can no longer sit and wait for Odin to be harassed, which consumes national strength in vain.

Xuezang will also be dispatched for many years.

At this time, the main attack legion below has advanced three miles.

The sentries in front reported that the Odins had indeed increased their troops and were also gathering, with a number of about 50,000. They turned back again after the report, because their brothers and the Odin cavalry were already fighting.

Fifty thousand? There are still five hours left, and it is time for the wind belt to weaken. How many troops have been gathered now after the wind belt?

The Duke smiled coldly and signaled the front of the army to speed up the pace.

Lamore issued a military order, and the legion immediately accelerated its footsteps, while the Chinese army still maintained its previous speed, and the distance between the two attack sequences was somewhat opened.

Maglin looked back, and Yasen said, "After three miles, we will stop and take a slight rest, just in time for the brothers behind us to catch up. Both sides of the road are dead. There is no possibility for the enemy to attack from both sides. They will set up a defense in the more open place in front."

"How many of us are there in total?"

"At present, 60,000 troops have participated in the war. In the future, they are passing through Red Square and will rush to the battlefield in two hours while maintaining combat effectiveness." Yasen smiled proudly: "In fact, this is an open secret of the empire. In the past three years, our Royal Knights have already expanded by 50,000."

Then he kept the veteran's stinky fart and said, "Of course, those kids are still a little young now."

Maglin has no specific idea of the news on the overall situation. He just echoed and followed the soldiers to speed up. The further northward he went, the more the wind was.

In this environment, some bows and arrows are unusable. The wind blows from west to southeast, cold to the bone.

"I really don't know how uncomfortable it will be when the wind is near." Maglin lowered his head and walked step by step. It was snowing in the air. This land was really not suitable for soldiers in the south.

"Don't think the wind is too horrible. This is not very beneficial to the Odins. Do you think it's good to attack the south with your back against the wind belt? Bows and arrows are also difficult to use. However, these are just the air currents brought up after the wind belt. It is intermittent. Nature is magical. If you go a little further, you will find that because Halleluia has once again towered a peak, the wind will be much smaller. And it's also an open place."

"It's good that it's so steep, but the barbarians are really unlucky, otherwise they can rely on mountain building defense positions like the south bank. In this way, it will be more troublesome for us to attack."

"Odin is fair, and Odin, the god of war, only blesses the brave."

McGlynn echoed hypocritically, and completely despised this kind of bullshit theory and pseudo-god in his heart. It is Odin's blessing to win through his own efforts. If he loses, he is not brave enough. What kind of bastard logic is this?

As Yasen said, the previous windy area was because the area on the mountain range was a little low and concave, so the branch of the wind leaked from there, and the mountain range here rose again, so it blocked the strong wind.

Here, the army stopped, and all the cavalry in front of them had turned back, because the Odins had also officially advanced this way. Obviously, they also chose this field to fight in the field.

"If only they were waiting at the defense. Now we are waiting for work." Yasen said with a sneer.

"That's because they have confidence in the field." Maglin Road.

"Yes, they are always so arrogant. Every time they rush up loudly, it's earth-shaking, but in the end, we actually take advantage of it."

The Chinese army, which is about half a mile behind, has also accelerated its pace.

The Duke's messenger moved forward and quickly reached General Lamore's side, and then the military order was issued to the army: "Defense on the spot."

"Defense?"

There is no doubt that the military order is confirmed.

Yasen waved his hand angrily: "Set up the defense, damn it, who will bring those engineers like this?"

"Asen, where did you get so much nonsense? The engineers have come up, and the front line is on guard for another 500 meters." General Lamore roared.

Under the superior Jiwei, Yasen didn't dare to talk nonsense. Sure enough, I saw the engineers moving forward quickly behind me, and then I came behind the front line and began to be busy.

The strong frozen soil on the ground was quickly dug up by them, the stakes were pressed, the iron plate was covered, and several horse-drawn equipment cars moved forward quickly, and then the antlers on it were left behind...

"How far is the other party?" Maglin is a little nervous.

Arsen shrugged his shoulders and said, "I can't see it at present, but the time for simple defense is enough. Those guys will stop when they see us, but they don't know why the Duke wants to defend."

"Or the adults want to wait for the following troops to come up and increase their offensive strength."

"Maybe." Yasen frowned. He looked into the distance, and there would be reinforcements there in a few hours. It's time to push forward at this time, beat the other party before the other party comes up, then block the exit of the wind belt, and completely block the possibility of those bastards coming out again.

Why did you stop?

Maglin is also thinking about this problem, and at this time, a long black dragon came out of the mountain in the south of Hallelujah. A flag of the Royal Knights was in front of him, and the soldiers were silent. Unlike the ordinary Royal Knights, these soldiers held clear swords in their hands, no long guns or shields. They carried three throwing guns behind their backs and a crossbow or something like that was pinned to their waists.

About 3,000 people.

Then, another group of people gushed out. The logistics officer who was ordered to answer on the Red Square looked at them riding strange creatures in surprise. He didn't wait to get close, and his horse hissed uneasily.

The 3,000 soldiers in front suddenly wrapped about 500 people in the back and moved forward again.

The logistics officer looked stunned at the legion passing through in front of him. An officer came to him. He looked like a lieutenant, but his iron face was covered with only a pair of fierce and ruthless eyes.

His eyes are like an ice field, which is what the logistics officer feels like.

The steel shield is flat, and a curvature higher than the bridge of the nose neatly protects the other party's face.

The front edge of the helmet bulges, slightly pressing down on the eyebrows.

A pair of eyes looked at him indifferently, and a low voice came from behind the iron face. The other party was saying, "It's Lieutenant Cohen."

A question is cold, and the tone is like coercion.

But I don't know what's going on. Lieutenant Cohen doesn't have any unhappiness in his heart. Except for the special identity of the other party, it seems that only such a thing in his heart is worthy of such a look.

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