Online game myth of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1032 Graze's Wavering
Laclelek felt the wounds on his body, and he didn't even need to turn his head. He knew that the soldiers behind him would definitely not be too good. The undefeated Trajan's army had never been as tragic as it is today.

But it doesn't matter, they found their own way, killed the past, and achieved undefeated.

"Fight!" Laclelek stared at the opposite Iron Buddha with blood-red eyes. The shame in his heart and the stinging pain in his body made Laclelek's fierceness that had been hidden all along burst out. What the undefeated Trajan's army needed was This kind of ferocity that even if it is certain to die, wants to bite the other party!
Back then, their dual talents rebelled against the army souls and achieved miracles, relying on this kind of ferocity that is not crazy and not alive.

"You want to use us as a stepping stone? In your next life!"

Jin Wushu's eyes were also blood red, and this scene reminded him of the fall of the Huns, just like the Han army's overwhelming force.

"Longevity is above, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"

The roar of Jin Wushu raised his head to the sky, and the killing sound became more and more clear, making all the soldiers shudder.

"Come and fight, the one who survives is the strongest, fight, fight, fight!" The top predator who was completely inspired by the fierceness hidden in his bloodline faced another army that was also standing at the peak of all legions The elite launched a challenge, "Let's fight!"

With the return of the fierceness engraved in the blood of the Invincible Legion, the terrifying quality of the top three talented elites was gradually released, but Tiefutu also activated the fierceness in the blood.

The two sides also exuded the will to fight to the death and fight endlessly, and the two legions fell into a completely crazy battle.

"Thirty Eagle Banner?" Camille's eyes and pupils shrank slightly, and the tragic breath from the wind let him know what kind of transformation the Thirty Eagle Banner was going through.

"hateful!"

But Kong has a passion, but he is surrounded by ordinary Parthian elites. Such enemies can't bring them the slightest improvement.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

The tragic aura of the Iron Buddha and the Undefeated Legion spread throughout the entire battlefield. At this time, Gretz could no longer sit still, and started a roundabout movement with the seventh eagle flag.

Although it is said that the frontal breakthrough is not good, the situation on Camillo's side is like a broken bamboo, which caused some confusion on the front line. Graze quickly found the weakness of the Parthian army.

As Temujin had expected before the battle, it was the rear of the Parthian army. If there is a legion that breaks out from the rear at this time, it can indeed directly destroy the organizational strength of the Parthian army and win the victory.

And Gretz also successfully saw this flaw, and then launched an attack.

Everything was under Temujin's control, but he frowned and looked in Camillo's direction. If he really let the opponent continue to kill like this, the Parthian army would really be in chaos.

He could only adjust the direction of Camillo's attack, so that it began to deviate from its original position little by little, heading in the direction of Laclelek.

This is the most commonly used tactic in the battle of the large army. The two troops are adjusted according to the command in the chaotic army, so that they can be brought together and let their own people block their own people.

According to this progress, Camillo will soon come to the rear of the undefeated army, and then be completely blocked by the undefeated army.

It was not so easy for the cavalry to turn around. Although Camillo could turn the front, the contradiction between the two meant that they could not be so harmonious.

Temujin's calm command made the Parthian army see no confusion. On the Roman side, many barbarians lost their way during the charge, and Temujin used the characteristics of the Burning Legion to divide them.

Temujin watched with a sneer as Babak wiped out a Roman barbarian infantry.

There are so many barbarians, and the quality is not bad, but barbarians are barbarians, and the most fundamental problem is not these at all, but a problem of morale.

The Huns have rich experience in dealing with this kind of servant army.

Following the Eagle Banner Legion, the Barbarian Legion will not get lost and will move forward bravely, but once they are separated, the morale of these barbarians will collapse quite quickly.

Especially when Babak's burning talent started to burn their talent, and when they began to weaken visibly, they didn't have the consciousness to die and survive. On the contrary, some barbarians had dropped their weapons in despair and began to pray for the protection of the Lord.

In comparison, those black barbarians who had not been preached by the church performed better, at least they did not drop their weapons in the end, but the gap was not very big.

Once the morale of these barbarians starts to collapse, their combat power will quickly disintegrate. It doesn't even need Babak to lead the Burning Legion to go forward. It only needs a simple incineration talent to make the barbarians in the siege go to perish.

Temujin's command became more and more fluent, and relying on Babak's ability, he continued to devour the lives of the barbarians on the chaotic front.

After the Africanus of the Eighth Army discovered the problem, Rome as a whole had fallen into the rhythm of Temujin at this time.

And Grez, the only savior of Rome, met the Mongolian iron cavalry who had been waiting for a long time in the process of going around.

"Mongolian iron cavalry?" Gretz frowned, facing the Army Soul Legion, but he was not very afraid, the strength of the seventh was enough to fight against these legions one or two.

But the problem was, he didn't know why, but he always felt that there was infinite malice emanating from the legion on the opposite side, as if there was some hidden will urging the other side to crush them.

And he also felt the same urging on his side, and the will in the dark was urging the Seventh Legion to kill the opponent.

Graze quickly checked himself, this kind of will of unknown origin is very likely to be some kind of messy evil god.

Normally, the Seventh Legion would be fearless, but facing a powerful three-talented legion and at the same time facing a messy evil god, it would be even worse.

After some inspection, Gretz unexpectedly discovered that this will came from his Eagle Flag, or from the reflected Habayashi Army.

"The mortal enemy of the Han Dynasty? The Huns? Haven't these guys been wiped out?" Graze instantly thought of the Huns. Although he hadn't fought against the Huns in the past few years, they still knew about them.

Back then, the explosion of the soul of the Xiongnu army directly shook the Imperial Parliamentary Legion, making them deeply afraid of the Huns as a country, and the other side also disgusted them when they served as mercenaries for Anxi.

However, I heard that the Han Dynasty exterminated the Huns, so I didn't expect to see things related to the Huns now.

Taking a deep breath, Gretz pressed all his thoughts into the bottom of his heart, and glanced at the battlefield. He had no time to procrastinate any longer.

Kill them, and then go straight to the rear of Parthia, otherwise they are likely to lose this battle.

Gretz felt extremely regretful in his heart. If Benito was here at this time, they would not be in such a mess at all.

Getting used to using light and shadow, suddenly leaving the convenient communication channel of light and shadow projection, the cooperation between their eagle flags is simply worrying.

It's as if he wants to let Camille out now, but Trajan the Second, who has been deeply trapped in the Parthian army, can't receive any news from him at all.

Even if he asked a few imperial guardians to form an assault team, they couldn't rush in at all.

Graze was a little anxious. He only understood what commanding a large army was at this time. He thought that the large army was nothing more than that, but it was just to let each army stay where it should be. Kill the enemy.

But this time, Temujin took him seriously. The existence of the commander of the Grand Army was really important, and he really didn't have the talent to command the Grand Army.

But those are all things for him, he stopped, the Mongolian cavalry could no longer suppress the disgust in his heart.

The Seventh Eagle Banner exudes an aura that both the Huns and Parthia hate, the aura of the Habayashi Army and the Roman Eagle Banner respectively.

These two auras are absolute mortal enemies for the Mongolian iron cavalry who bear the will of the dual empire.

"Kill!" Zamuhe didn't hesitate too much, and directly roared to bloom his legion talent.

"Ow!"

A huge gray wolf roared upwards, and the bloodthirsty breath covered the Mongolian cavalry. Both eyes of the Mongolian cavalry emitted a frightening red light, their body bulged unnaturally, and their physical fitness was almost greatly enhanced.

It was like a pack of wolves staring at their prey, exuding a bloodthirsty aura.

"Shoot!" As the inheritors of the Huns' military spirit, all kinds of superb skills are contained in the Mongolian iron cavalry. It is easy for them to shoot with a bow when charging.

The storm fell with the rain of arrows, and the soldiers of the Seventh Eagle Banner calmly brushed aside the arrows with their weapons.

"It's Habayashi!" Zamuhe subconsciously shouted out his discovery, and the next second, the bloodthirsty aura changed into destruction and madness.

Including Jamuka's incomparable sorrow in his heart, which was the sorrow of their hometown being destroyed and their leaving their hometown, followed by incomparable anger and killing intent.

Although they don't know what's going on, but since the other party appeared in front of them, they have no room to back down.

The iron knights directly discarded the bows and arrows in their hands, then pulled out the weapons on their horses, and launched a desperate charge towards the Seventh Eagle Banner Corps.

"Kill them through!" Zamuhe roared, "For... Mongolia!"

In the end, Zamuhe didn't yell out the word Xiongnu, and this aggrieved directly turned into an even more crazy motivation.

The blood spurted out, but it did not change its momentum. The general used his life, took the lead, and broke through the enemy's formation. All the Mongolian iron cavalry roared and burst out with extreme fighting power, like a majestic figure holding a flag in front of them, crazily towards the opposite side Launched a strong attack!
There is nothing that cannot be killed, even if it is resistance to death, even if the will distorts reality, if you cannot kill it, it is just that you did not cut it in place, and if you pierced the heart, you will not die, then cut off the head, if you still can fight after cutting the head, then cut it into pieces .

What's more, the Seventh Eagle Banner doesn't have these abilities. Even if they look like weakened habayashi, like wolf riders, they are still only guards without entering the third talent and military spirit.

They are indeed the all-rounder, but not buying the last tier is not buying the last tier.

If you buy the three talents and the military soul, you have already mastered the basic power of miracles. Even if you encounter the military soul, you will have the power to fight, but if you don't make it, you will always be one step away.

"Die!" Gretz roared and stabbed at Jamuhe, and Jamuka glanced at Graze indifferently, there was no anger in those pupils, nor any passion to face the enemy, Some just ignore it.

After the real fight, Zamuhe understood that the opponent was just a fake imitating the Habayashi Army.

It is true that this imitation allowed them to even touch the title of the First Legion under the three talents, but facing them who are burdened with a heavy past, that's all.

Passing by Grez, Jamuhe didn't say a word, and the Mongolian cavalry beside him were waving scimitars wildly and passing by the Seventh Eagle Banner Legion. In just a few breaths, the two cavalry legions It has already passed by.

A staggered pass, the Seventh Eagle Banner Corps left more than 1000 corpses, while the Mongolian cavalry led by Zamuhe only left less than [-] corpses.

There was an obvious gap in strength between the two sides, and they were clearly not at the same level. Even when Gretz turned his horse and turned around, seeing the densely packed corpses was a bit chilling.

Although compared to the previous confrontation, he has seen Alda Hill, who bought the miracle, and has seen a bigger gap, but the problem is that now he has no room to retreat.

At the beginning, he could turn around and run, but now, he can't run. If he can't fight the next wave of Mongolian cavalry charge, he can't directly rush into the rear of the Parthian army.

If there is no way to reconcile with Camille, it means that they will be defeated this time!

This moment was the first time that Gretz had doubts about his talent, except for Augustus and Perennis who really taught him a lot of things seriously.

He was also once regarded as a new star of the new generation by these people, and he was even thought to have a greater breakthrough in the future, but this is the second time he has been completely crushed by the opponent.

Or say the third time.

Ardashir and Temujin gave him one respectively, and now Jamuka took the Mongolian iron cavalry to teach him a lesson again. Does he really have the talent to lead the army?

Doubts and incomprehensions came to his mind. It is really easy for the Seventh Legion to recruit troops. As long as the basic quality is qualified, it can be formed quickly.

This is also the reason why he can quickly replenish the legion every time, but now there are very few veterans who followed him to witness the glory of killing the Parthian Imperial Guard.

And so far, he has been pressed and beaten.

This incomparably realistic gap on the battlefield made Gretz shake for the first time.

Graze naturally would not fail to understand that everything that Ardashir and the others experienced was beyond Graze's comprehension.

The destruction of the country and the death of their families is the driving force that brings them strength, but it is also a symbol of their sorrow.

Since ancient times, it has been difficult to fight the war of destroying the country. When the genius who returns to the light launches a desperate charge, even the stronger side will inevitably feel a headache.

But back to the light, after all, it is the back to the light.

Just like Graze can keep replenishing soldiers, Ardashir's replenishment efficiency is terribly low.

The battle between the Holy Meteor Cavalry and St. Peter III has not yet been fully staffed. On the other hand, the Eagle Banner Army has not only fully staffed, but also expanded. The gap between the two sides is clear at a glance.

(End of this chapter)