Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 316
Colonel Leonard Thunderhorn crawled on the back of the tundra wolf "Snowmane", feeling the cold air blowing into his nostrils with the wind, and felt his blood boil all over his body.

This is it. The wolf cavalry commander of "Hammer of Purgatory" thought so, and he couldn't help putting a cruel smile on his face—the cold wind whistling in his ears, the breath of blood and gunpowder, battle, glory, and death...

This is where I belong.

Colonel Thunderhorn, who was driving the tundra wolf "Snowmane", crossed the northern part of the Red River Valley like a white shooting star, and the wolf's feet whirled endlessly, creating a snowy mist behind him;
Colonel Leijiao's naked back was covered with snowflakes and icy water, and it looked more and more muscular and majestic in the sunshine after the snow. Even the terrifying scars across his back were like steel. The welding line generally appears tough and cold.

Real orc warriors are not afraid of severe cold or scorching heat. They don't even wear any armor, because the protection of the God of War is enough to resist all open and dark arrows for them——

Despite what the shamans say, very few single-minded orc warriors ever fight topless, and even fewer do so and survive;
Colonel Leonard Rayhorn, was one of them.

This veteran wolf cavalry, who has paved his way to promotion with one head after another, can win every cavalry battle no matter how big or small simply by relying on his excellent riding skills and agility, and his surroundings are always filled with The bloody smell can make the enemy more terrified than any fine steel armor——

——Countless bloody massacres, leaving Colonel Leijiao with only a heart that is becoming as cold as steel, and the three scars on his back: each of them came from an unequal bitter battle of one against ten , and the final winner, of course, is him every time.

Just behind Colonel Leijiao and his mount "Snowmane", a charge formation composed of nearly a thousand wolf cavalry was like a sharp wedge, galloping across the vast snow field. The snowy fog and the shining fanatic eyes of the orc cavalry.

One thousand wolf cavalry, for any federal division, this is a luxury cavalry configuration:

In order to train a qualified orc wolf cavalry, it often takes countless time, sweat and combat experience, not to mention the exclusive mount "tundra wolf" of the wolf cavalry, which can only appear near the northernmost border of the Glorious Federation , and to capture and completely tame a juvenile tundra wolf, it will exhaust the orc trainer's energy for three full years!

In this sense, the wolf cavalry cannot be equated with the cavalry recruited by humans at will - on the contrary, every wolf cavalry is against the three knight sequences of the lily, rose, and thorn flower of the human empire!

However, General Gullit Gale still asked the Federal Blood Parliament for the exaggerated target of 1000 wolf cavalry:

Because General Gale understands better than anyone else that only the wolf cavalry are the sharpest sharp knives in this long-distance cross-border raid. It is the soul and essence of the "Hammer of Purgatory"!
And Colonel Thunder Horn is probably the wolf cavalry among the wolf cavalry, the best endorsement of this fierce unit.

When the ghost-incendiary bomb double air raid on Frost Maple Ridge began, Colonel Leonard Thunderhorn was still sharpening his saber "Frost Star" in the open space of the "Hammer of Purgatory" North Camp. Beginning to rise in the south, Colonel Thunderhorn stood up without any hesitation, grabbed the "Frost Star" and chopped off the head of a frightened troll attendant, and then yelled at the wolf cavalry camp A number "five".

five four three two one.

Five passwords, neither fast nor slow, after five, the wolf cavalry of the whole battalion had already dressed neatly and stepped on the saddles of tundra wolves!

Even when the messenger sent by General Gale arrived late, Colonel Thunderhorn, who had already been waiting on the back of the wolf, didn't even ask a word, but only glanced at the anxious face of the messenger, and his trembling fingers pointing to the north of the valley. , was the first to drive "Snowmane" and lead a thousand wolf cavalry to the north!
The wind is howling, the snow is flying, the mountains are rolling, and the day is in the sky.

The wolf cavalry team led by Colonel Thunder Horn rushed out of the Red River Valley from the north side without any hindrance: they marched along the trend of the west mountain, made a sharp right angle at the end of the mountain, turned the whole army, and then headed towards the Without hesitation, he thrust in the direction of the enemy fiercely.

——Even, there is no need for any enemy hunting.

Just after passing the foot of the mountain, the vision suddenly opened up.

One fireball after another is still throwing from west to east from the peak of Xishan Mountain. Just take a glance along the parabolic trajectory, Colonel Thunder Horn and the elite wolf cavalry under his command are enough to know that the enemies who threw the fireball , those hateful ballistas must be over there—

——Also, the enemy may have been waiting for them.

Urging the tundra wolf under his crotch, Colonel Thunderhorn breathed the bitter air with his scarred, orc-specific flat nose, and slowly crawled down on the wolf's back with a long knife in his hand, entering a high-speed charging posture ;
The howling of the cold wind and the roar of the cavalry roared in unison, the heartbeats of man and wolf merged into one, and the colors of blood and glory bloomed together.

The already silent snow swept up under the impact of the air pressure formed by the wolf cavalry's high-speed charge. Through the flying snowflakes, Colonel Thunder Horn saw a scene that made him particularly excited:
Just ahead, at the intersection of the pale snow field and the light blue sky, a group of thin figures with large shields appeared.

Humanity.Colonel Leijiao thought, it really is a human being, who would have thought that our "Hammer of Purgatory" would be brutally fucked by this group of human bastards...

Then, a smile appeared on his face, intertwined with anger, forming a desperate madness.

Humanity!Haha... Colonel Thunderhorn thought, glanced to the side, and saw the dark gray rocky ridge of the West Mountain of the Red River Valley at a glance.

At this moment, the wolf cavalry of the "Hammer of Purgatory" hadn't even completely turned around the foot of the west mountain of the Red River Valley, but they had already seen human soldiers waiting outside the valley...

There is no doubt that the human siege weapons that throw fireballs will be located in the plains further south and west, but this group of humans actually intends to stop them at the northernmost end of the mountain?Don't they even want the elite wolf cavalry of "Hammer of Purgatory" to rush out of this hellish valley of death? !
Colonel Thunderhorn's smile became more ferocious.

For the absurd scene in front of him, he could only understand that this group of ignorant humans hadn't tasted the cold blade of the great orc wolf cavalry!
There is no human infantry that can just stand on the plains and form an array against thousands of wolf cavalry swarms!
"Charge—! Kill them all—!" Colonel Thunder Horn hoarsely shouted at the wolf cavalry behind him. Any pale language is a stronger signal to enter!

The sound of "swish" was extremely uniform, and it was already hard to tell whether it was the crisp sound of one person drawing his sword, or the clang and clang of thousands of people drawing their swords at the same time, but half a second later, there were already a thousand federal cavalrymen shining all over the field. The knives pointed forward in unison, pointing at the row of human pawns with mantis arms serving as chariots!

The silver wolf rides out the iron cavalry, and the white snow raccoon blades!
Even the well-trained tundra wolf began to pant under the rapid sprint, but Colonel Thunder Horn just stared at the rapidly shortened distance:

1000 meters, 700 meters, 500 meters——

General Thunderhorn, who was driving the tundra wolf at a fast gallop, gradually became clearer in his field of vision - he saw the pitch-black armor of the human infantry, and saw the man-tall armor standing in the snow, which was dedicated to resisting cavalry. The charging kite-shaped giant shield also saw the cold light of crossbow arrows faintly exposed between the gaps in the giant shield...

But all of these will be turned into white ash iron filings and red dust in front of the "Hammer of Purgatory" wolf cavalry!
"Kill me—" General Leijiao raised his saber aloft, yelled recklessly, immersed in the frenzy that only belonged to war.

The "Thrace Annihilation Arrow" flying out from between the gaps of the iron shield, shining with faint blue light, and a magical meteorite falling from the head, one blue and one red, fell on the half-naked orc general and the man behind him. The entire thousand wolf cavalry were tainted with a layer of madness that only belonged to Shura ghosts and gods.

(End of this chapter)