Online game myth of the Three Kingdoms

Hemp stalks are afraid of beating wolves at both ends, let the Han Dynasty and the Huns, under the situation of equal strength, it is absolutely impossible for one side to retreat, and it will definitely score a high score, but Parthia and Rome have no such intentions at all.

But Barbara knows that their current task is to delay, and the main battlefield is in the middle.

Jamuhe on the other side is not used to it at all. They think very clearly that if they don't fight, there will be no future.

So even though Temujin emphasized that the policy was to intercept, Jamuka did not hesitate at all, and directly led his troops to attack the Roman camp.

Renato, the new head of Thirteen Roses' legion, was directly stunned at the beginning, and he didn't even know what was going on in Parthia.

But after all, it was the reorganized Thirteen Roses, who had been attacked several times by the Tenth Legion at night, and had practiced the rules of being attacked.

They were stunned, but their bodies still helped them move quickly, formed a battle formation, and began to defend against Zhamuhe with Jingqi, Mongolian Jingqi, who were actually Huns guards.

When the skill points are full, Thirteen Qiangwei can only be beaten passively. They have never encountered such an unreasonable opponent.

Hundreds of Rose soldiers saw the opening and wanted to fight back, but Jingqi directly cooperated and killed them easily along the vital points.

"Defend with all your strength, treat the opponent as the tenth knight!" Renato shouted loudly. He was very strong to be elected as the legion commander, and he quickly discovered the problem.

There is no top ten on the opposite side, but the tenth only wants to beat them. Even if he catches their flaws, he only punches them a few times, while the other side really wants to kill them.

If you get caught, you will die!

After Thirteen Qiangwei fell into an all-round defense, Zamuhe had no good solution.

Jingqi itself is somewhat weak in attacking fortifications, and there is really no good way to deal with this kind of shrinking iron bastard.

If he brought the Mongolian iron cavalry, he could still fight hard, but the fine cavalry was still almost meaningless, and he didn't have the strength to kill directly.

Zamuhe didn't talk nonsense, continued to suppress Thirteen Qiangwei, and set his sights on the Seventeenth Angel Legion.

He specially prepared a group of shooters to deal with the so-called angels. The shooters were the troops they copied from the technology tree of the Shesheng Camp in the Han Dynasty.

Although it doesn't have the domineering ability of shooting sound, it also has the lethality of elite archers. Coupled with the horse riding buff that comes with the nomads, it can be regarded as a kind of cavalry archer.

"Sinner, you should be punished!" Michael led the assembled angel army, circled around and attacked Jamuka behind him.

After the frontal thirteen roses have attracted firepower, this choice is undoubtedly the best choice.

This choice can indeed cause great damage to the Mongolian Jingqi, but Michael ignored one point after all.

But the best choice is not necessarily the most suitable.

Now that Zamuhe has come, it is impossible to be as simple as a legion.

Michael, whose understanding of the battlefield was only on paper, did not understand this point. After all, he walked out of the myth. Knowledge is bestowed by the world, not learned by himself, with obvious flaws.

"The target is within the attack range, open the bow!" Kublai Khan, who was on the outer side, raised his hand with a sneer, and then swung it down heavily. …

Pale silk threads appeared on the bows of all the shooters, and then attached to the arrows. The combination of will and cloud energy poured great power into the arrows, and the pale light appeared on the bowstrings of the shooters. .

There was a slight crash, and countless pale light arrows shot out.

The torrent of arrows precisely washed over the position of the No.17 Angel Legion, and the scream sounded instantly.

Nearly one-third of the angel soldiers were shot directly to the point of death, and the remaining angels were wounded even if they reacted quickly.

"Scatter, scatter quickly, and heal each other!" Michael's wisdom told him that the most important thing at this moment is to scatter.

However, the wise choice is always the most efficient and direct. If you suffer a major blow, you should indeed be treated immediately and spread out.

Wait until the situation is reorganized, then gather again, and divide the troops into two groups to find the outer archery legion and attack Jamuhe.

But the premise is that Thirteen Qiangwei can hold back the Mongolian Jingqi, and Thirteen Qiangwei can't do this at all. Stopping it is their limit, and Jamuhe holds the absolute initiative in his hands.

When the angels scattered in all directions, Zamuhe didn't have the slightest greed. He mobilized a quarter of the fine cavalry, and only gave the order to attack in one direction.

The angel who was being treated in that direction didn't have the slightest resistance, and almost died tragically in the pursuit of Jingqi.

"withdraw!"

Seeing a lot of victories, and seeing that other soldiers in the original camp had also resumed their organizational system, without the slightest hesitation, Jamuka gave the order to retreat, leaving only a feather for the Roman soldiers in the camp.

"What to do next!" Michael couldn't believe what Wisdom had given him, and he was worried that if he continued to believe, he would really be killed.

He suppressed his anger and found Leitona, wanting to hear Leitona's thoughts.

But Leitona didn't want to pay attention to Michael at all, he didn't have any affection for this kind of mythical creature.

The opponent's ability to pull the span also made him feel suffocated, but when he came to him, Leitona could only throw out one sentence.

"I've sent the news back, next, we'll stick to it!"

Michael was very dissatisfied with Renato's attitude, but Renato's advice was the same as his wisdom, so he could only endure it temporarily and began to bring the angel army to treat the previously injured soldiers.

Thanks to the abilities of the Angel Legion, almost no soldiers died from injuries.

Renato always softened his attitude when he saw the dozens of rescued soldiers, these angels are not completely useless.

As for those barbarian soldiers, they were even more grateful, regarded angels as their faith, and frantically approached the church.

This is also the reason why the barbarians still believe wildly in angel battles, even though they are mediocre.

Rome is strong but strong, but there is nothing to do if the Roman eagle flag is injured, you can only see a doctor.

The Angel Legion is different. Although their methods will leave shortcomings in the future, they are better than dying directly on the battlefield due to injuries.

What's more, the miracle of the dying person being rescued is often the most touching.

The Roman higher-ups are also very fond of Angel's ability, which is much better than any medicine, and it can boost the combat effectiveness of the battlefield. …

But the top leaders of Rome are also vacillating, because this thing is simply a time bomb for the empire.

But anyone with a little knowledge can see that this thing will definitely affect power in the future.

To be honest, if all the barbarians were assembled, the eagle flags of Rome would definitely not be their opponents. They would be a force more terrifying than Great Britain, but the biggest problem with the barbarians was that they could not be assembled.

Usually it's a Roman charge, and these barbarians should fall to their knees.

And the church seems to be a thing that can gather barbarians, so in the future, is the pope or the emperor in charge?

Divine right to the king, and divine right to the king, this is a problem that religious countries cannot avoid.

Besides, Guishuang, a lesson learned from the past, is still vivid, and it is really difficult for Rome's high-level executives to choose.

This ability to heal the wounded directly hits their lung tubes. Injuries and illnesses cannot be avoided even by the strongest fighters.

For any classical militaristic country, it is an irresistible temptation.

Just like Chen Xi was under pressure to vigorously develop medicine. For a country, this thing is the basic pillar.

Public security, medicine, and education are the three enduring pillars that no society can do without.

After leaving, Zamuhe directly released the letter eagle to inform Temujin to do it.

They have already suppressed it.

After Temujin received the letter eagle, he smiled and nodded to Ardashir.

"It's finally time for us to play!" Ardashir showed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Leave it to me to take the lead, and I will let them know what the Iron Buddha stands for!" Jin Wushu said confidently.

None of the other three had any objections, this is what heavy cavalry should do.

Although the Holy Meteor Cavalry can do the same thing, but the Holy Meteor's own defense is too low, and the casualties will be great if it is forcibly impacted.

Compared with the complete array, the array that has been dispersed is still suitable for their output.

"Leave me the long-distance troops! The Parthian knights will shine again!" Attorami said confidently.

Since he broke through the Parthian cavalry, this was the first time he had to use full firepower. He was confident that the archer army on the opposite side was definitely not the opponent of the Parthian cavalry.

They are cavalry archers who take into account the speed of fire and power, and their brilliant will will help them clear all obstacles.

"When the time comes, I will stop the others, and you rush over and behead St. Peter III!" Temujin and Ardashir exchanged glances, and voluntarily gave up the task of beheading.

Even though success would bring immeasurable benefits, Temujin still gave up.

It wasn't that he was afraid of loss, but that they were foreign tribes after all, and compared with local courtiers like Ardashir, they were inherently at a disadvantage.

He needs to retreat and let Ardashir take the initiative to accept his friendship.

He made his position very clear, that is to help Partia win, it is fine to accumulate achievements, but it must not be in the most dazzling position.

To be wise and protect yourself first, and then seek to become bigger, this speed needs to be carefully grasped.

Zamuhe is already very elegant, and there is no need for him to fight for the maximum profit. …

This is human wisdom, not to do the best, but to do the most suitable.

This is one thing that Michael and his "gods" who obtain knowledge directly from the world cannot understand for the time being. If they understand, it is one thing that they lose their divinity and transform into humans.

Because God doesn't think about why, only what God wants to do.

"Okay, then let's go!"

Ardasir was overjoyed, seeing that Temujin's expression was much friendlier, just as Temujin thought, this credit was actually very great.

"After fighting for so long, only the [-]th Eagle Banner Legion was annihilated by me. Today, Rome will be scarred again!" Ardasil said loudly, looking at the camp that had already moved on the opposite side.

They didn't try to cover up their whereabouts, such a short distance was enough, if they were not discovered, they would still be surprised.

"We must win!" Jin Wushu shouted loudly to the soldiers of Tiefutu.

"Victory! Victory! Victory!"

Even knowing that they were going to attack a camp, Tiefutu's face did not show the slightest fear, they were not afraid of any obstacles ahead.

"Tiefutu, charge!" Jin Wushu was very satisfied, pulled the reins, and the Baoju man under him stood up, stepped on the ground again, the dust on the ground was directly blown up, and then the horses galloped forward!

The huge sound of the Iron Buddha came to St. Peter III's ears, and the uneasiness in the dark made him want to leave here directly.

"Your Majesty the Pope, you can't go!" Cyprian held St. Peter III back.

"This is not only a battlefield, but also a place where believers gather. How can the Lord's agent escape!" Cyprian immediately pointed out the problem.

St. Peter III hesitated. He was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would not be able to continue to spread the gospel of the Lord.

But he had a premonition that he would die here if he didn't leave. This might be another warning from God.

Cyprian shook his head, pointed to the second and third angels that had already ascended into the sky, then pointed to the three archangels Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael in the sky, and then pointed to the three archangels on the ground. Legion of Paladins and Legion of Zealots.

"Your Majesty, God's warriors are all here. This is the safest place. If you leave here, how can you protect yourself!"

"God's revelation may be a warning for you to lead the believers to defeat powerful enemies."

St. Peter III was persuaded, and he admitted that Cyprian's words made sense.

"Follow me to the high platform. Since you can't leave, then set an example for the believers!" St. Peter III was very courageous. After being persuaded by Cyprian, he felt more and more that God would not allow him to escape directly.

That would really detract from the brilliance of God.

"Her Majesty the Pope goes first, I will inform the commander of the [-]th group, I am afraid that their abilities will be needed in this battle!"

"Okay!" St. Peter III had no doubts, and walked directly towards the high platform where he usually gave speeches.

When St. Peter III stood on the high platform, a holy light fell from the sky and hit him.

"Believers of the Lord, the enemy is in front of you, defeat them, and your souls after death will surely ascend to heaven!"

Among other things, St. Peter III's eloquence and rendering ability are almost perfect, directly filling the atmosphere to the extreme. To a certain extent, this is also a kind of yin and yang towards great success.

The believers of the Faith Church are almost all full of morale, and they have no fear at all.

This kind of appeal made the commander of the Fourteenth Army a little scared. As one of the high-ranking officials in Rome, he couldn't be more clear about the threat of barbarians.

If barbarians are like this in the future, is there still a place for unbelievers like them to live?
No wonder that lord wants to carry out a massacre, these magic sticks, you can't do without killing them!