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The barbarian's arm was severely burned, and there were people around him who needed treatment. The magic power of the spirit prayer and witch doctor was exhausted time and time again, but the number of people who needed treatment was still huge.

Bartley was left to dangle like a toy in a cargo box.

The cover was lifted, and a shocking barbed steel arrow was pulled out.

The young spearman had tilted his head to the side.

His eyes were scorched by magical flames and covered with a crust-like scab.

……

Snow straightened his back, propped his hands on the ground, and the blue-glowing mud slipped from his armor.

He tried his best to stop the dizziness, panted heavily, and coughed out the debris in his throat.

"Ha... huh... huh..."

The moment he regained his breath, a strong smell of blood rushed over.

At first, Snow thought his throat had been cut by a sharp object, but it wasn't until the blood seeped through the soil and between his fingers that he suddenly realized that the fighting area on the front line had been soaked in blood.

The nightmarish scene in front of him covered a memory deep in Snow's mind.

At that time, Snow was still a sailor in Ambera Ice Harbor.

During a disaster about sea beasts, he once saw with his own eyes that the sea water in the entire harbor was stained black and red with blood.

Snow dispelled the memory, stood up with his head covered, and stretched out his hand to pull the soldier who was crushed by the heavy object out of the mud.

He looked back at the battlefield of thousands of people.

The scorched burning matter was rolled into the sky and fell around his shoulders.

The city-state coalition forces were staring at them, and the Heili cavalry was like a fading charcoal fire, and the high temperature called "fear" was roasting the nerves of every soldier.

Snow must be strong again.

He calmed down for a moment and looked towards the area where the noise was the loudest.

Bituro stood there, giving orders to the adjutant, only a hundred steps away from him.

He was a huge man, clad in expensive, massive armor, and carried a butcher's knife in proportion to his gigantic hands.

Bituro is going crazy, and he can hear from the scattered roars: He is going to gather troops and launch a general attack on the Heli Iron Cavalry!

"Brainless boar."

Snow gritted his teeth and said.

……

"Charge... um... we just got together..."

In front of the army formation, the soldiers leading the giant beasts seemed to be somewhat resistant.

Before the people recovered from the tragic scene, the commander was about to lead the troops to charge again!

In the very short time after the order was issued, the soldiers were a little shaken in their hearts.

Everyone who approached Bituro and tried to dissuade him, after seeing the commander's appearance at this time, shut their mouths.

His eye sockets were dark, his pupils were protruding, and hot and humid air spewed out from the crevices of his huge pickled teeth.

The will of the soldiers was faltering, but Bituro didn't care.

Now his mind is full of the agreement of the Pistonke Empire, and the heat emitted by the Heili cavalry makes him impatient and angry.

The army was about [-] paces ahead.

Nansen held the steel sword in one hand.

Behind his crotch spirit horse is a dark city wall, like a cunning banker, waiting for the gambler to make the final choice.

That is the Heili cavalry and the imperial sword, exuding a terrible sense of oppression.

I'll arrange your exit...

The words of Ariel Moss rang in Bituro's ears.

"Dog offal!"

In a rage, he chopped off the main shaft of a chariot with a butcher's knife.

Could it be that the Heili Iron Cavalry waiting in battle is the way out that Ariel said?

It is now obvious that the Pistonck Empire wants Bituro to lead all the people to charge to Nansen's position.

According to the agreement, the opponent will leave some corpses after the battle to weaken Thornton Kaya's strength.

"Then... I can fly away with an army..."

Bituro sneered twice and clenched his teeth.

"Who are you, son of a bitch schemer..."

Bituro's anger was already visible to the naked eye, his messy and pickled hair stood upright, his breath and body odor spread around, like an ironback bear entrenched in the wilderness.

He has been in the southern border countries for many years, would he be so naive?

He rushed over by himself, but the Heili cavalry did not retreat, and the city-state army surrounded and strangled them, no one would survive!

Nansen did not give Bitulo the right to choose. The initiative was always in the hands of the Pistonk Empire. Now that the beast has been trapped, it is nothing more than a matter of casualties.

The soldiers of Thornton Kaya did not know these things.

They were at a loss, at a loss, and looked around nervously, gradually realizing the urgency of the situation.

Neither the Northern Garrison nor the Confederate Legions nor the Horde's lingering troops had the power to end this stalemate war, and in fact no war could be ended so easily.

A name came up in the discussion.

"Is there still no news from Chief Meng?"

"Some people say that he disappeared, maybe... an accident."

"We lost a lot of people. We really shouldn't be fighting this battle."

"Is it better to keep it?"

"What will Mon do?"

Bituro's complexion gradually became gloomy amidst the low-key discussions, and his huge body seemed to begin to undergo some kind of transformation similar to that of a monster.

call……

Bituro took a deep breath, and as his body relaxed, he inserted his fingers into the knotted locks of hair.

He plucked all the blood-stained and clotted hair, and used the faint pain to deepen his sobriety.

Bituro finally realized that his reckless command had shaken the morale of some soldiers.

The horror of Heili cavalry is obvious to all.

The number of city-state coalition forces is about the same as that of one's own side.

Now even his adjutant, after experiencing the nightmarish surprise attack just now, felt a little hesitant in his heart.

"Boss, the situation is not good, stop the loss quickly."

"There are still so many people in the team... If you go any further, you will rebel!"

The adjutants lowered their voices, trying to dissuade the commander.

What they didn't notice was that Bituro had retried his composure. He hid his restlessness and turned into a gloomy monster, with cunning and violence growing wildly in this burly body.

Bituro has experienced many desperate situations, and he understands what everyone is thinking.

Cruel wars make soldiers weak. If this emotion is left alone, what will happen in the end?

Gunpowder collision in the captain's cabin.

Blood flowed by the campfire.

Or right now, the rebellion before the war between the two armies.

Bituro kicked his breath, turned around with a cold face, and looked around at the soldiers around him.

He made sure that most of his eyes were focused on himself before he opened his mouth to announce some "truths" that had been hidden for a long time.

"I am not ashamed of the command you questioned. I have proved myself countless times on the southern battlefield."

Bituro's adjutant lackeys straightened their chests, and at the same time examined the soldiers under their command with their eyes.

The soldiers who came from the ancient defense line in the south all silently acquiesced.

Bituro continued: "When you fight, you see blood because the garrison was raided, not because I tricked you to come here."

The northern garrison did not say a word when they heard these words.

The city-state coalition forces raided, and the tribe sent troops to rescue. After all, coming here is voluntary.

The eyes of Bituluo and the surrounding adjutants seem to say: Whoever has an opinion is a coward who is afraid of war, and a softie who can let his brothers and sisters be slaughtered, but he himself lives on.