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Chapter 576 0573: Fusion Rust

Mon waved off his smoking cloak.

The bows and arrows of the city-state coalition forces flashed with magic.

The cloak fell to the ground and was trampled by countless galloping beasts.

He knew that breaking in would attract the army's encirclement and suppression. He had no choice but to smell the burnt smell of corpses from a long distance away. It is estimated that the garrison of Sandon Kaya and the soldiers who came to rescue had already suffered a lot of casualties. .

"This bastard." Meng cursed secretly.

It must have been premeditated for Bituro to mobilize all his forces.

If people are just coveting their own rights, it's okay!
What Meng is most worried about is that Bituro, or the southern border forces behind him, want to take the opportunity to abolish Santon Kaya.

You must know that the army on the battlefield in front of you can be said to be the backbone of the tribe that has just grown up. It has not yet become tough. If it is interrupted abruptly here, the painstaking efforts spent before the battle will be in vain.

So Meng must first determine whether this battle is a trap, and then try to approach the troops and lead the army to break through.

He held a two-feathered long steel blade in his hand, and he clenched it behind his back, and put it beside the wolf's saddle.

This is Arthur's tailor-made weapon for Meng. It is extremely sharp. Although it is not as heavy as the traditional heavy knife in the northern border, it can be slashed far enough with one hand without losing sensitivity and accuracy.

Arthur has a great talent for forging and knows how to identify the user of a weapon.

He could tell that Meng was suitable for short combat, and his riding skills depended on his tacit understanding with the wolf.

Therefore, on the basis of both infantry combat and mounted charge, this knife was made with the best materials that Thornton Kaya could collect.

Arthur promised Meng: This is just a test product, and adjustments will be made after using it for a period of time.

The premise is that he doesn't die on the battlefield.

The cold light was like sharp claws, and the feather knife chopped down a candle walker who was flying towards him.

The corpse fell behind and was also crushed by the iron hoof.

Meng has already gone deep into the hinterland of the battlefield, the more information he investigates, the more pursuers will follow behind him, as if there is an avalanche torrent behind, which will be swallowed up as long as it falls to the ground.

The city-state coalition forces did not drive them all to death, and the Heili cavalry did not disrupt the formation.

"Old hunter."

Meng secretly made a judgment in his heart.

Nansen stared icily.

He knew very well that Meng alone could not control the battlefield.

The city-state coalition forces even let go of the encirclement and let him in. Seeing that he was cautious, they simply used formation to force him, so that the Thornton Kaya army could find him.

Nansen narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Bituro is wandering around, and there is another monster. That barbaric bounty prisoner will probably be so angry that he will smoke."

Now, any change may break the stalemate.

That's what Nansen wanted.

……

Meng was forced to return to the legion and came to the flank of the front.

Snow led the wolf cavalry to respond, and the well-trained troops began to issue orders, gathering various squads to form a new front.

"Nice to meet you, boss."

"leader."

……

Thornton Kaya wolf riders saluted one after another.

Snow crouched in front of Meng, and Feilang's posture showed respect. He hadn't seen Meng for more than a month—the northern garrison was on guard against bandits and conflicting small tribes, and did not involve bandits and southern border invasion struggles.

Meng is acutely aware of:
The atmosphere in the team was not right, and some uneasy factors that had long been hidden under the surface had been exposed, especially the garrison on the Southern Xinjiang Ancient Road. Naturally, Bituro's subordinates and his adjutants would not obey.

But almost half of his soldiers, the troops to the south, did not respond to his orders.

"There's trouble," Snow said.

He reported the current situation to Meng, as well as Bituro's remarks.

After hearing this, he was surprisingly calm, and just ordered lightly:

"Bituro has a deal with the Southern Border Knight Commander. Jura and I smashed his plot and destroyed the tribe's teleportation coordinates. Now Jura is seriously injured and is receiving treatment from the beast trainer..."

The Thornton Kaya wolf rider exclaimed, swearing "as expected", and shouting to attack him before the battle!

Meng's tone was always steady and forceful.

"Bituro returned to the tribe to seize power, let's pass the news on."

Snow and the wolf riders gritted their teeth and dispatched scouts and messengers to inform the tribe's companions.

Meng's arrival immediately caused waves in the army.

Many gazes were focused on the tall and tall wolf from a distance.

His armor is supported by top-grade hoarfrost ore, exuding a luster like wolf fur. Everyone knows that wolves will not betray the tribe, and Meng is the head of all Fei wolves.

As the news spread, more people chose Meng, but in the end, more than a thousand people chose Bituro.

Snow looked shocked and angry. "He is clearly a traitor, why did the army choose to trust him? Damn it, let's gather Feilang to make a deal with him."

Holding the spear in his hand, he wrapped the rein half a turn more, ready to charge.

"No need," Meng's voice still couldn't hear the anger, "Our enemies are the city-state coalition forces and the Heli Iron Cavalry. Our mission is to bring more people back to Santon Kaya alive."

He turned the wolf's head, his hand on the rein creaked, and thousands of people behind him followed orders.

Looking at the black army, Meng felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He immediately raised his eyes and exiled his thoughts in the gray sky.

The pain caused by the wound is insignificant under the spur of responsibility.

Personal emotions are trivial in the face of tribal interests.

Meng recalled the night when Zhanjing handed over the troops to him, and felt a bit of bitterness on the tip of his tongue. He still hasn't understood why he chose himself as the military commander.

He doesn't have the talent in this area, and he can survive until today only with Zhan Jing's guidance, step by step is already the limit.

Meng can also feel the changes in himself.

He also has a sharper and more accurate judgment of the situation.

For example, now, Snow couldn't understand why some people in the tribe chose to believe in Bituro.

Could it be that more than a thousand people are his confidantes and troops directly under him?
In the final analysis, Meng's commanding ability is limited, and his prestige is not enough to influence the entire army of Thornton Kaya.

Meng's stain, Bituro's charges, are not important now.

Without absolute evidence, no one would easily defect on the battlefield.

The soldiers just wanted to believe in one person, like a drowning man grasping at straws.

"The node on the verge of collapse... has it arrived?"

The corner of Meng's calm mouth twitched.

He felt a flame burning deep in his chest, but responsibility did not allow him to release his anger, and the situation bound him like a shackle.

"How long will you go against your will?" Snow said with a sigh.

Meng took a deep breath and raised his hand to command the soldiers in the distance. "I'm doing the right thing."

"But it's not you at all, Meng, you and I know it well." Snow took a breath. "Damn it, I really admire you. It takes a lot of willpower to keep going against your own heart."

Thornton Kaya's forces split into two groups, about to break out in different ways.

Whoever made the right choice would have a greater chance of surviving, and surviving meant that a large number of people would die on the other side.

Snow also finally understood Meng's intentions, but he felt extremely painful in his heart.

Since the expansion of the Santon Kaya army, the number of various arms has not been perfect. The existence of Bituro has also caused many guys with unclean backgrounds to mix into the tribe.

Meng once thought that these problems could be solved only when Zhan Jing came back, all he had to do was to delay the time.

Now it seems that it is ahead of time.

"Arthur once told me about a method of refining Tigerport."

Meng saw through Snow's inner hesitation, and said. "The furnace is burning fiercely, and the extreme flames can remove most of the impurities."

The campaign:

Mon represents the philosophy of Sandon Kaya.

Bituro symbolizes the wildness of bloodthirsty and greed.

Soldiers made choices based on their inner intentions, drawing boundaries between each other on a battlefield comparable to a melting pot of flesh and blood.

(End of this chapter)