The sixth time consumes them

"Yes, lieutenant." Cohen's voice paused a little. He doesn't know the other party's name.

"My name is Gade. Lieutenant Cohen, please give me the military supplies arranged by the Duke.

"Okay." Cohen didn't have the desire to talk to him. He felt very depressed about the cold man.

A hundred people came out of the army, silently walked to Cohen, took control of 15 chariots from his soldiers, and then pulled the horses back to his army.

At this time, Cohen found that no one in the whole army of about 3,500 people in the whole army made a little sound from beginning to end.

He was still stunned, and the other party had raised his hand: "Good luck, lieutenant."

"Okay, good luck." Cohen replied.

But the other party has turned back and heard his voice report loudly: "Shir, it's all right."

"To the ice field."

The 3,500 people did not say a word again, and strode forward like this, as if this side and all the troops were air. They moved forward like this, and the troops in front of them gave way under the order of the officer. Many soldiers were whispering and looking at this obviously strange army.

The temperament is strange, an indescribable cold taste, as if the wind has moved forward. They don't know what's wrong. No soldier didn't look at them, but none of the soldiers with their faces were very tight. They just looked at the road and the front.

The footsteps are neat and powerful.

They are secret-forces from Mount Hallelujah.

There are rumors, but it is actually a real introduction, and the soldiers are still whispering.

They had gone to the ice field. Twenty minutes later, when there seemed to be a shout of killing in front of them, they had arrived at the north shore, and the equipment on the chariot was moved down one by one.

The cylinders were distributed to the soldiers one by one.

In the gap of the troops, the neighboring soldiers screamed: "Magic Wolf."

No one in this army still looked at them. The cylinders were about the length of knives and had a handle. They carried them behind them and made a whole team again.

Then there was a military order: "The whole army, speed up."

With a bang, the whole legion moved neatly like a person. The officers who were watching from other troops suddenly changed their faces. Is the basic quality of this army so good?

Those metal cylinders may be no more than ten catties each. Look at their armor, other equipment, their whole body is about the same as heavy infantry, but they run so easily? Does it run all the way from here to the battlefield that has advanced to 30 miles away?

It seems to be like this. The footsteps roared, but there was no sound, and the giant wolves had been blocked by the crowd, and 3,500 people ran forward like this.

"What kind of monster is it?"

The soldiers of the Royal Knights, who hailed themselves as the elite of the empire, looked at each other in con'ssant. This is also organized by the Royal Knights. There is no separate flag. What is the ability of the army?

"Don't look, move on." The officers woke up from shock and continued to issue orders, with their own soldiers to keep up with the footsteps ahead.

At this time, the battlefield has become a group.

Yasen is facing a barbarian's Tomahawk regiment. The group of disgusting and strong guys are trying to cut off the steel gun forest with their own weapons with their own bodies.

Under the blade of the long gun is protected by an iron pipe. About 300 soldiers from the two factions in front of the Yasen Department are divided into two columns and are constantly stabbing forward fiercely.

There is an ice wall composed of wooden stakes, iron pieces and barbs between the two sides, and the antlers have been smashed by the other party at the beginning. Just 20 minutes ago, the barbarian's leading troops arrived. The unbredied guys howled and rushed up as soon as they saw the army array here, although the bows and arrows gave them some damage.

But he was still rushed to the front by the fearless guys.

Twenty minutes later, their flying axe also caused some damage to the legion, but the soldiers with good armor and skilled cooperation still had the upper hand.

Although they are passively defending.

McGrim is trying to shoot the enemy. His bow and arrow never fail, but Yasen told him to control the rhythm. To be honest, Yasen is not very optimistic about Meglin's physical strength. He was worried that the boy who had not really experienced a long-term battle consumed his physical strength too early.

There are many soldiers in front of them. Each team has its own position. There are almost no gaps on the crowded battlefield. The two sides are so dense, fighting against each other.

The soldiers in the back row shot arrows forward in waves. But the arrow thrown can't cause too much damage to the other party, but the other party's flying axe is really troublesome.

Two archers who didn't have time to dodge lay at Maglin's feet. They lay on their backs and looked at the sky godlessly. One of the unlucky guys was hit on his face by an axe, and the other guy had a flying axe embedded in his neck and a throwing gun in his chest. The archer's defense is always a little worse.

Maglin felt that the medical staff behind him were quietly close to the ground, moving the dead, seriously injured, and comrades-in-arms to the rear.

And the fight in front of him continued. Some people kept falling down, some people were ordered to withdraw from the treatment, and some people rushed up to resist. On the whole front, such a situation is everywhere.

The knives and guns collided, the soldiers on both sides shouted, and the officers' voices of orders or morale came one after another, and finally there was no intermittent chaos.

This is the cruelest big noise!

The ice and snow on the ground here have been melted by blood, frozen and melted again, and the heat gradually permeates the battlefield. Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Maglin resisted the desire to vomit. He knew that he didn't see those scenes, but just found the opportunity to shoot forward.

He is a second lieutenant, but he has no command at this moment. Yasen is commanding the soldiers, Lamor is in commanding Yasen, the Duke is commanding Lamor, and the officers on the first and second lines.

A team of soldiers came forward and sacrificed on behalf of a team of soldiers.

The attack of the barbarians is simply unreasonable. This group of idiots rushed up like this, first a legion, then a batch behind them, and then another batch. In a blink of an eye, the barbarians seemed to rush out.

But the Legion of the Rose Empire is at the forefront of the battlefield, but the first-line troops on three or four floors and rough fortifications resisted it.

The barbarians are in a mess. The front is playing with their lives, and the back is scolding, trying to die early.

There is no military flag and no order. Just like a group of wild dogs, they rushed up and bit. There are no rules for the attack, no, no, no, there are some rules. They also know that the front is desperate, and the back will attack remotely.

But the long-range attack of the Rose Empire Army soon suppressed the group of bastards, so the group of guys were ridiculously divided. Between the attacking troops and the troops behind, there was a very sparse and obvious empty. It was full of unlucky guys. Maglin could see that the guys behind them were shouting. Small groups of people rushed across the death line.

Such a ridiculous move also brings a benefit, that is, there is no need for archers to waste any more arrows. The projectile is not too precise and accurate. With such a sparse number of people, 10,000 arrows will shoot hundreds of people a length of a miles, unless the archers' commanders are brains broken.

Otherwise, an officer would not have done such a stupid thing.

"It's oil again." Yasen complained.

This damn consumption disgusted him, but the other party was so stupid.

"Are all barbarians like this?"

"No, boy, these are not real soldiers. You killed Succol too fast yesterday. The real legion of the Odin Empire is not that they can't fight."

"So, the other party's main force hasn't moved yet?" Maglin couldn't help losing his color.

He looked at the dense people on the battlefield and asked loudly, "How many people have come up?" Isn't it 50,000 in total?

"There are only more than 5,000 miscellaneous barbarians here."

"It's only five thousand?" Maglin looked at it in surprise.

"At most, it's not more than 6,000. A lot of people died and occupied the place. Look at their formation. Except for the guy in the front row who is desperately hitting the wall, the rest are very sparse. Arsen couldn't help looking at Maglinn strangely.

Five or six thousand minimum slave soldiers were consumed. No wonder the Duke's army did not move, and his own troops did not kill so hard.

"Wait, in half an hour, these bastards will almost die, and the guys behind will move. Look." Yasen said and pointed to the front, far behind the battlefield.

Maglin really saw the black, more neat military lines than this side, and drove towards this side.

"Okay, boy, it's time to play real. Brothers, kill all these guys! Mixed attack." Yasen roared.

Almost at the same time, the same military order sounded in all areas on the front line.

Meglin immediately moved forward, but Yasen grabbed him: "No, you're here."

"Why?"

"We are going to retreat soon."

Maglin's eyes are round. Yasen slapped him, and a flying axe roared past Meglin's side. Meglingen broke out in a cold sweat.

Yasen roared: "Bastard, don't be distracted on the battlefield and look ahead and talk to me."

"I'm sorry, sir." Maglin is in a mess.

The drums sounded again.

A messenger came: "The lord ordered that the archer covered, the magician covered, and the heavy infantry entered the second line of defense along the military path."

"Yes."

General Lamore roared at the front line with his own soldiers: "All, combo!"

"Kill!" In a loud shout.

The soldiers in the front row fought fiercely together and pricked a long gun forward. Some knives and shield soldiers also broke into the sword in the interval, and the archers shot again regardless of cost.

A group of barbarians who saw their rear troops coming up and didn't know whether they were under pressure or fear, and suddenly fell forward crazily.

The long gunmen kept stabbing forward.

"The archer is ready. After the three drums, the long gunmen retreated, the swords and shields were covered, and the bows and arrows were blocked.

Three drums sounded.

Then the spearman who tried to stab in the front row immediately dragged the long gun back without hesitation. The knife and shield hands staggered and rushed up, and the opposite side smashed the close-range shooting gun in their hands.

Hearing the plop in front of him, a group of barbarians leaning up again fell to the ground.

"Let go."

Just as the bow and arrow released the bow and arrow, the knife and shield hands immediately turned back, bowed their heads and ran back, and thousands of people turned back quickly. General Lamor shouted: "A disorderly blockade."

The archers shouted in unison, and suddenly a rain of arrows on the whole front shot at the opponent who was blindfolded by the combo. Maglin could see that Odin's real legion accelerated his pace.

But it's too late.

The 5,000 to 6,000 enemy troops in front of them have been abolished. On the whole front, just a few breaths, in the sound of the military order of the Rose Empire, the other party fell down and killed and injured at least a thousand people in an instant. The whole second-class legion of the other party was broken, and the barbarians were already scared to kill.

And the archer is still shooting arrows.

Maglin was surprised to find that the archer's arrow density was much higher.

The bow string behind him is also ringing, which is adjusted from the rear. Now there are at least 2,000 archers shooting together on the front line. No matter how powerful the other party is, it can't withstand such density shooting. What's more, are you still scared now?

McGrim saw the other party suddenly shout and retreated.

Asen pulled him around him: "Turn around and withdraw."

Only then did Maglin dare to turn back. He turned back all the way and saw that unconsciously, the army retreated more than half a miles! And the stronger obstacles over there have been corrected.

Two legions are facing them, waiting for them to come forward to help them stop the pursuit of the enemy in case of rushing up.

Yasen was shouting, "Brothers, come on, come on, the enemy is coming up and lead them to the second defense zone."

No one spoke anymore, and Maglin ran to that side desperately. The earth behind him is trembling, and there are enemies moving forward and accelerating forward. Maglin knew that it was the enemy's cavalry who launched a chase in anger and chased it at all costs.

What a fool. It's about 500 meters here. If you run fast, you can get there in a while. There are still obstacles there, and there is legion protection on the front. Unless you come up with a cavalry regiment.

But you just eat us. When our people come up, your loss will not be small.

Maglin's running was clear. He gradually put it down in the center of the run, although the sound of the horse's hoof behind him became clearer and clearer. But he remembered the distance he had seen, and then looked back. Sure enough, the other party was still a little far away.

"These idiots." Maglin scolded disdainfully.

"Meglin, what are you doing?" Yasen roared as he ran.

He focused on McGlynn. There were several soldiers behind him protecting him. Looking at this guy, he began to be a little nervous. Now he is running very relaxed and has time to look back.

Yasen almost wanted to cry without tears: "Bastard boy, the other party is a bow cavalry. You boy, run away!"

The distance is shortened by one or two hundred steps?

Maglin immediately accelerated his hair. Although he was Arles, he hung a few arrows on his buttocks and ran in. It was really shameful. What's more, he couldn't let the brothers of the infantry regiment resist each other.

I'm so arrogant.

So, Assen saw Maglin speeding up, and then accelerated. Then, when he saw Maglin's back, Asin almost fell down and cursed angrily, "Where are you doing for fun?"

The other party is accelerating now. It seems that someone has given orders at all costs and must be rear-ended.

The sound of horses' hoofs is more rapid.

Maglin ran to the front and looked back. Damn it, the other party was almost close to the previous defense line. However, at this time, most of the archers had also retreated into the army and entered through the army.

Yasen has also arrived.

The infantry around began to retreat.

Maglin was still watching, and Arsen's big slap came over: "Get out of here."

Maglin hurriedly turned back. He entered the protective area breathlessly. There are still crisscrossed walls, with messy short walls across, with soldiers standing behind.

And there are engineers holding something in their hands on both sides of the military road. Backward, there are still fifty steps away, and then there is a complete wall.

Maglin is dizzy. I really don't know how these guys got up.

The feelings are just fighting in the front, and the feelings are fighting in the back?

It's so fast.

Run, run quickly.

When he reached the wall, Maglin was surprised to find that the wall was so small. The other party's cavalry had crossed the obstacle and seemed to find that they could not pursue it. They gradually stopped.

Asen and Maglin arrived almost the last batch.

The soldiers behind them were still behind the crisscrossing short walls. Maglin climbed over the wall, while the soldiers opposite were shouting, "Pay attention to your feet."

Maglin didn't know when he saw it under his feet, and he dug a deep ditch!

There are several fast and wide wooden boards facing the military path, which can walk side by side by three or four people. Maglin quickly jumped up and walked over.

"What is this?"

"Ask the Duke to go." Yasen said angrily.

A layer of defense, followed by a messy wall, then a deep ditch with a low wall, and then a military array. What are you doing behind? Why did you settle the barracks? Are you kidding? I beat a group of rotten soldiers today and then it's over? Didn't you say you want to push into the wind belt?

Maglin is wondering, but he can't go backwards with the soldiers of his unit. As the first battle sequence, a battle has been completed, and they are arranged to rest after the army.

Just as Maglin was walking back, there was a shout in the direction of Odin. The Odins launched an attack, and the combined military array blocked Maglin's sight.

Maglin looked back in vain and could only move on.

The Duke's flag was actually placed in the rear barracks.

Are you really camping here?

Maglin thought in surprise and didn't understand what the commander was doing. He passed a group of soldiers. Suddenly, he saw a man, who was staring at him.

Is it the Duke?

It's the Duke.

Maiglin suddenly understood that the barbarians are having a lot of fun today. Go to the whole team by yourself. They are busy today.

"What are you looking at? Get out of here." The duke couldn't help shouting when he saw him.

Especially this boy's retreat is so shameful.

"Oh." Maglin immediately shrank his head and immediately ran back for his life.

There was a little laughter behind him.

The Duke, wearing the armor of ordinary soldiers, shook his head: "Get ready!"