The sixth night attack on the enemy camp

Romelle and all the officers clenched their teeth in an instant. With a smile and a straight face, they looked at Maglin in front of them. They were not incomprehensible and unacceptable, but Maglin's bad tone! But before Maglin finished, he said again, "Let's remember a few slogans for me first!" Sing silently for me a hundred times in my heart! Did you hear that?"

"Yes, my lord!" The soldiers laughed wildly, but kept in mind.

After giving the soldiers time to remember, Maglin pulled out the sword given to him by Rommer and piously kissed the cold knife in his hand. He finally saw his face. It's so strange... Very strange, so that the ghost knows who he is?

Looking at his expression, Rommere was about to faint. What the hell is this guy doing? Does he have a narcissistic hobby?

At this time, the mysterious gods of the Light Empire were sitting together, and the accidents made them unable to accept but had to face them. They were still discussing, and Pooh was testing repeatedly, but to no avail. They have also sent people to stop His Majesty of the Light Empire from coming here.

"Is there a direct conflict between the gods?" Victor asked. Pooh nodded thoughtfully, and he sighed, "The Dragon Knight didn't bring it, alas!"

"It's good to have a dragon knight." Maglin also thought so depressedly.

In this dark night, three miles in front of Maglin is a night attack battlefield where people are already shouting horses. After the human elite soldiers hanging from the wall killed several insensitive demon patrols at midnight, the door of Pacius gently opened. Rommere personally led the people out of the city gate, but as soon as he got out of the gate, Maglin quickly slipped away with 5,000 people. When he heard the shouting from the rear, Maglin had already arrived at his reserved position.

In front of him, the border guards and demons of the Light Empire are fighting. Listening to the screams, roars, roars of the officers on both sides, and the loud shouts of the soldiers of the Second Army, Maglin knew that the situation was deadlocked. The demon camp is on guard in the direction of the divine and demon line, and it is completely impossible for tens of thousands of troops to approach the camp silently. But Maglin believes that whether he is a man or a demon, he will not be willing to be full of iron thorns behind his back.

"Kill!" Maglin pointed to the front, and several ruffians around him nodded repeatedly: "Kill."

After restraining his smile in an instant and ordering the legion to leave 500 people to hold 10,000 spare horses, Maglin took off his bow and arrow, raised his left arm high, and then silently pressed down. Driving the war horse, the war horse ran slowly, and the soldiers in rows immediately followed. The hoofs were getting louder and louder, and the horse was getting faster and faster. The wind blew Meglin's hair, but it could not blow away the happiness in his heart!

"Odin..." The faint voice from afar was covered by the noise of the stalemate battlefield.

Rommer cut off the head of a demon soldier with a knife. He looked coldly at the ugly faces of the demon soldiers who kept pouring out of the barracks and seemed to be happy. He retreated with no expression, and several spears were staggered in front of him. Immediately from behind him, several arrows flew out and accurately nailed them to the faces of several demons. He raised his arms and shouted, "Kill!"

"H Long live Odin!"

The vague slogan from the distance of the battlefield is now becoming clearer and clearer. The demons looked back happily. Although they were raided in the middle of the night and finally got a foothold by relying on the defense system of the camp, this malicious act of disturbing people's sleep did make them a little scared. In front of the vast night, there are endless human soldiers shouting and roaring to attack. The sharp arrows above their heads are like rain, and the spears in front of them are like frost. They are a little lack of confidence. They don't know how many human soldiers have come. In addition to the enemy in front of them, they can only see a few rows of comrades not far away. At this time, the rear horse's hoofs sounded like thunder, and the earth-shaking slogan proved that it was his reinforcements.

In an instant, even the general who led the army's face also eased a lot. But then, the main general Berg frowned. Where did the reinforcements come from? Looking back, several demon soldiers came in confusion from afar. While beating the horse, they turned around in panic and shouted hoarsely, "Enemy attack!"

"Leinhardt!" A clear voice sounded almost at the same time. Immediately, there was a dull and continuous buzz behind the camp in the night. Berg's face changed greatly: "No!" It was late, and countless black arrows were dripping down at night, mercilessly plunged into the backs of countless demon soldiers who were still looking forward to look and cheering. Maglin plucked the bow string, and a horse rushed into the back of the demon camp first. He shot out the other two black feather arrows buckled on his fingers like beads, and then lowered his arm. The bow accurately wrapped around the neck of an unbelievable enemy's face. With a slight pull of horsepower, he directly cut off the other party's head.

Looking at the back of the camp, a tall dark horse rushed in. He was surrounded by his soldier's headless body, spewing blood fog in the firelight, and then falling into the dust. This cruel and unexpected scene made Berg lose his mind in an instant. In the night behind the knight, countless followers rushed out in rows for a moment. It was the enemy! The two-winged enemy was frantically waving their swords to cut down all the obstacles on their way. The enemy in the back row continued to shoot black arrows that could not be avoided in the night. Wherever Yi Biao's army and horse go, his soldiers all collapse! It's ridiculous that this human army is still shouting its own army's name while killing and igniting! These bastards!

"Hold Odin!" Maglin roared and rushed straight to the flag of the demon camp with a group of guards who had just followed him for a long time. There was a neat roar in the darkness and around the barracks, and countless voices repeated again and again: "Hurray Odin!" All the demons are stunned.

"Kill, kill, kill!" In the cheers full of the line of fire, the spearmen, with the shouting, stabbed the spears neatly and fiercely again, and immediately smashed the spear as a gun. From the spearman's camp, the knife-wielding infantry who followed quickly shuttled and shouted the word "kill". They over the enemy's iron thorns and rushed into the enemy's camp. The knife light danced into a piece. The soldiers in the back row immediately moved away from the enemy's camp, and Rommer, who led the army to kill, heard the cavalry behind him. Charge and give an order: "Ges!"

The human legion immediately neatly aligned two points and rushed to the left front and right front. It completely impulsively impuls the enemy's position, and also makes way the way of the cavalry charge in an instant. The silver-armed red-red Rommer smiled ferociously, and the big gun in his hand unceremoniously clicked on the forehead of a demon infantry. He rushed straight through the back of his head. Romuel's wrist shook, threw up the opponent's body and swept it again with horsepower. Jane He directly smoothed several obstacles in front of him and immediately drove his horse forward. The guards behind him followed closely, and then countless cavalry followed the commander through the gap like a whirlwind, rushed through the dyke, and then went in all directions along the passage between the enemy's tents like mercury. The iron hook shook off his hand and pulled away the enemy's tent, and the torch smashed out of his hand, igniting the enemy's weight. Countless horses' hoofs trampled on a corpse and kicked their heads. Far from them, shouting that Odin's long live human legion was in a bloody battle!

"Whew!" Maglin shot a young man.

"No!" Berg, who had just killed a human cavalryman who wanted to seize the flag, turned around and saw this scene, shouted and ran this way.

"Death's sickle!" After a thunderous sound, he pulled out the sword given to him by Rommel from behind. Maglin's hand turned a dark red murderous atmosphere stained with blood and fire, and bumped into the demon clan, cutting left and right. Wherever he went, people and horses cracked! The scarlet blood flew through Meglin's face, but he had rushed through the enemy's array unscathedly. The long knife pointed closer and closer to the enemy general whose face had been twisted. The knife in his hand trembled in the dancing firelight, as if a flame had burned.

He whined, but an iron gun picked it out with the sound of the wind. Berg quickly raised his sword to block it. Maglin looked at Rommer who rushed out from the side. He took the opportunity to turn his horse's head and rushed to the flag of the demon clan and cut it off fiercely!

The thick wooden pole made an unpleasant squeak, and the night wind raised its flag and fell to the ground in a direction.

"Be careful!" Rommere exclaimed. Maglin looked back and saw that the enemy general would rather be shot by Rommere, but fell on the saddle and rushed towards him. Meglin sneered and faced the other party's long gun. With one hand, he turned his wrist, grabbed it, and put out a knife.

Under Rommere's shocked eyes, the enemy Berg's big head rose to the sky. At this moment, Rommeel thought that Maglin might believe in the underworld?

promotion! Maglin wanted to cry without tears, the war was glued, and the line of fire was directly promoted to the official deputy commander of the army!

"Over there, kill there! There are several racial alliances of the demon clan. Let's take the opportunity to kill them and mess them up! The demon clan has broken through the defense line, and we must relieve the pressure for the main force!" Romell said like chicken blood. Maglin really wanted to say no. I want to see Robert! But he can't open his mouth.

Rommeer looked at him and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"

I don't have a headache.

Megrin said tearfully, "Nothing. Let me go. But my lord, you should remember my credit and report it to... Ah. He couldn't go on with the pain.

What an official fan? In Rommeer's heart...