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Abyss giant beast, a tool of war domesticated by Piston.

Even a soldier with a heavy shield couldn't withstand a few blows without magic.

They are real beasts of war, restrained by steel collars the size of waterwheels, only obeying the call of magic, and emitting the same purgatory red light of the black knights.

More than a dozen monsters broke out of the dust and blocked the pass. Behind them, the encirclement of the city-state coalition continued to shrink.

Bituro took a deep breath, stared at the approaching Heili cavalry, and found Nansen on horseback among the crowd.

His muscles tensed, his saber was raised above his head, and a wave of black air spread around Pituro.

The halo effect spreads like ocean waves.

The first to come into contact with was his adjutant, everyone trembled slightly, then fear turned into anger, grinning their teeth one by one, and began to charge desperately towards the Heili cavalry.

The effect of the raging wave halo spread along the crowd, and more and more soldiers were affected.

Bituro is a hybrid of orcs.

During his long wandering career, he was not only a crow owl hunter, but also a bounty regiment commander, and he also learned a lot of secret arts.

All the cards were revealed, and the time for a deathmatch had arrived.

Bituro drives the beast and charges with a loud roar:

"Nan-sen-!"

……

Meng also heard the roar.

Anger is the most common emotion on the battlefield. Death is surrounded by knives and axes, and cold wind and scorching air waves howl alternately.

There is also a flame burning in the bottom of Meng's heart.

He felt that every inch of his soul was screaming to fight and vent his anger, but the flames could only dry the blood over and over again, and couldn't really drive this body.

As a commander, on a complicated battlefield, you must do the right thing.

Meng pressed the wolf's saddle and stared at the city-state coalition army moving on the horizon without blinking.

His mouth was tightly shut and his expression was grim.

Meng is only a young man of more than a dozen summers, and now he is not only responsible for the lives and deaths of thousands of people, but also takes care of a tribe with insufficient defense...

He felt that he was on the verge of collapse, and began to desperately recall Zhan Jing's instructions to him.

My mind went back again to the night before Ken Bouvier left Thornton Kaya.

Meng took the emblem symbolizing rights and blurted out:

"What if things get out of control, Zhan Jing, I mean... If the development of the tribe doesn't go as you expected, or something unexpected happens, what should I do?"

Ken stared at Meng's slightly heavy face, and said seriously:

"At that time, you need to concentrate and think carefully about what goal is the most important right now, and what price you need to pay and what decision you need to make to achieve it..."

Meng gasped for breath, and the chaotic wind and shouts in his ears gradually became clear.

He yelled at the surrounding cavalry, "Snow, now!"

The number of soldiers under Meng's command is half that of Bituro's, and most of them have strict military discipline and strong execution.

He made arrangements when he assembled the team.

The Santon Kaya wolf cavalry heard the call, and quickly controlled the Fei wolf under its crotch to slow down, and the leaders of the various formations that had been ordered a long time ago began to change directions.

Nansen noticed something strange.

He looked to the side vigilantly. According to the situation just now—Bituro took the lead to break through, followed by Meng, Santon Kaya's troops should have been completely trapped.

Unexpectedly, the trap of the city-state coalition forces has just been exposed...

The team led by Meng actually reacted.

Nansen was slightly surprised: "You didn't fall for it?"

Meng's army was originally attached to the rear of Bitullo.

The cavalry rushing to the front all turned around and became the main force behind the break.

The tail also takes advantage of the trend to become the head.

The mages, infantry, and crossbowmen all turned around and began to charge in another direction desperately. The long-range firepower in their hands was organized into a net.

……

At this time, Nansen was leading the Heili cavalry to charge, planning to stop Bituro.

He sneered a few times: "Haha, I didn't expect that."

Meng Shafa made a decisive decision, blasting open the defense line of the city-state coalition forces, opening a new gap in the side!
It meant that he took Bituro's team as a sacrifice, and looking at the battlefield in front of him, it was undoubtedly the most correct choice.

Nansen was surprised by Meng's decision. "It's a surprise that a boy in the wild ice field can resist the impulse."

Meng achieved an unexpected effect in the commander's duel, like a boxer in an octagonal cage dodging his head, endured heavy punches, escaped from an absolutely disadvantaged corner, and led his soldiers to break through the trap of the city-state coalition forces.

Behind them, the Heli Iron Cavalry was charging towards Bituluo, and the encirclement of the city-state coalition forces was still closing.

If Nansen didn't give an order quickly, Meng would lead thousands of people to flee the battlefield and head for a wider ice field.

A siege can turn into a tug of war.

The number of armies of the southern border countries cannot be crushed, and they will only be led by the nose. Moreover, the Palotusbi invasion war has just started, and if it is delayed for too long at this juncture, it will be noticed by other northern tribes. On the contrary, there will be a danger of double-teaming.

stop him?
Nansen looked in the direction of Meng's retreat, and quickly dismissed the idea.

"Can't run."

He let Meng's team leave, adjusted his breathing, and planned to kill the prey in front of him first.

In the blink of an eye, Bituro's saber was almost too close.

……

Batley followed the army and rushed forward for more than ten miles.

From the gray dawn to the bright noon, the red sunset was covered by the snow-capped mountains before they began to rest.

He was exhausted, bloody, drained of soul like most.

The Heili Iron Cavalry did not chase after them, but a small group of troops from the Allied Forces of the City-States trailed behind. When passing through the mountain road, one could see troops from other southern border countries at the end of the horizon.

The northern border had just survived the tide of undead, and immediately encountered a full-scale invasion.

Bartley fell into the snow trying to fall asleep, but his aching bones and the magic left in his blood made it difficult for him to sleep.

In the end, he propped up his body with a severely damaged spear and walked to the camp for treatment. Many soldiers in need of rescue gathered around the campfire, and there was a familiar figure among the crowd.

"Bedy? You're alive!"

Bartley's call made the timid fellow tremble.

Beddy sat next to a pile of broken armor with blank eyes. His body and the dagger were all stained with blood, proving that he had killed someone.

Snow's encouragement gave him the courage to dedicate himself to his homeland, and the cruelty of war also ruthlessly destroyed his mind.

Bedi and Batley looked at each other for a long time, and they both burst into tears and burst into tears.

The two brothers rested against each other, breathing hard, but they did not talk to each other as before.

But the precious tranquility was interrupted by a few disputes, and the sound of dense footsteps was converging towards the biggest bonfire.

Meng and several leading riders made a decision.

Snow couldn't bear it, and turned his head to stay in the shadows, but Meng took the responsibility, walked to the high place illuminated by the fire, and began to announce...