Mage Veja

Chapter 140 The Master on Fire
The nightmare begins.

When the supporting troops of the Kingdom Army arrived at the signal sending point, the nightmare belonging to the Kingdom Army had already begun.

This is a fully staffed standard support regiment.

A fire elemental mage, a professional squadron, and 1500 soldiers constituted this standard support group. Their excellent combat uniforms and weapons clearly told everyone that they were an elite force.

If this force were to face Vega's 800 imperial soldiers in an open field.

Then there is no need to guess at the result, and there is no need for too much. The magical support of the magician alone is enough to defeat the 800 cannon fodder. If the professionals take the lead in covering up the killing, I am afraid that the entire army will be wiped out within 15 minutes.

But where are there so many ifs in the world!
This is not a plain, not a mountain, not a desert, not a swamp...

This is Kareni, and what follows is a real urban battle.

There are no errors.

The number of people, supplies, equipment, beliefs, reinforcements, situation...there are many winning factors that may not be available to the Imperial Army, but there is only one thing that the Royal Army does not have——

Great location!

War never makes sense, even if you have thousands of possibilities to win, only one reason for failure is enough.

In the faint moonlight.

A team of 10 soldiers in the Imperial Army is like swift mosquitoes. Once you are not paying attention, they will severely harvest the lives of soldiers in the dark. Perhaps one attack will only kill one or two soldiers. It seems impossible Injury.

Yeah, a mosquito certainly won't bother you.

But what about hundreds, thousands, or tens of thousands?

The Royal Army has already felt what is called fear.

Arrows harvested their lives one after another, and they didn't even know from which direction the enemy launched the attack.

all directions?

Back and forth?

The scariest thing now is not that you can't find the correct position of the enemy. What's really scary is that every position is completely correct.

"Cool! It's so cool!"

The captain of the No. 43 squad shouted loudly while shooting crossbow arrows.

His voice trembled with excitement, and even the vision projected by his eyes was full of madness and excitement.

That's right, it's madness and excitement, not fear and anxiety.

First, as a cannon fodder unit abandoned by the empire, they experienced hardships on the front line. Seeing that they were about to undergo systematic training, they witnessed the fall of Kareni. They became prisoners of the kingdom under the terrifying magic bombing. Blockade, launched a breakout campaign with the determination to die, but failed miserably in the end.

This series of blows had already made him lose his confidence in fighting.

He knew that he was a complete loser, unable to find a job, unable to support his family, and chose to join the army in order to escape, entered the army, and dared not participate in boot camp because he was afraid of death...

Yeah, losers deserve to be buried in the grave.

If this is a biographical novel, he, a cannon fodder who doesn't even have the qualifications to be called a villain, is supposed to be a prop for the heroic and invincible image of the Kingdom Army.

Look at yourself, the remnant defeated.

Look at the enemy, elite division.

Anyway, since birth, I can't compare to others.

I haven't achieved anything worth boasting about since I was a child.

Just a total, complete loser.

It is said that the ultimate destination of soldiers is the battlefield where they died in battle.

With this certainty of defeat in mind, he joined in this last ambush planned by a child.

This is really a child's play, but I still need to thank the young scout officer. Compared to dying in humiliation as a prisoner, as a soldier, being able to die on the battlefield may be the only thing he can do in his life. A successful thing.

But but but—

Even if countless words are used here, it still cannot express his crazy heart to the extreme.

In the case of almost zero casualties, he killed 400 of the chasing troops, and now with 800 remnants defeated, the elite troops he fought could not hold up, and he also experienced the thrill of killing the enemy for the first time. taste.

Fear or anxiety about killing?
No, not at all!
When the arrow in his hand was shot into the enemy's throat, the gushing blood and the wailing of fear made his soul tremble.

He succeeded.

As a loser, kill these elite teachers and kill these winners.

And what are these elite teachers doing?

God, it is a great joke that they should try to keep up with their swift footsteps with their lumbering and bloated troops.

For the first time, as a remnant and defeated soldier, he began to desire and enjoy war.

"Everyone, I long for war!"

"Gentlemen, I want more! More! More war!"

"Everyone! I am eager to win!"

The huge sense of accomplishment made it difficult for him to restrain the emotion in his heart. Only at this moment did he truly realize that even if he is a loser, even a cannon fodder, even if he is traumatized, his determination to win will never lose to anyone.

Veigar looked down at the entire battlefield in satisfaction.

Although there were occasional casualties due to the magician, the balance of victory has gradually tilted towards him.

The Royal Army, who didn't know how to fight in the streets, was completely stunned. At this moment, the 1500 troops not only failed to give them an advantage, but made it difficult for them to move forward in the street fighting.

Plus the commanding heights are occupied.

Wherever they go they are a moving target.

One ebbs and another, these remnants of the imperial army broke out with terrifying fighting power, and in less than half an hour, they had already perfected the role of guerrilla tactics, completely playing with the enemy in the applause.

The more you fight, the braver you become, the stronger you fight.

Veigar didn't do any pre-war mobilization this time, he just described the mission process in detail.

Because there is absolutely no need to mobilize a group of remnants who have lost their fighting spirit before the battle, just as you cannot wake up a person who pretends to be asleep, no amount of rhetoric can impress a group of soldiers who are afraid of fighting.

But there is indeed a saying called rebirth from the ashes.

Veigar knows what the soldiers desire, and what they desire is victory!

Just a small victory is enough to wake up every sleeping soul.

As a qualified commander, you will never underestimate the potential of any soldier. Even a loser who has been failing since birth, must be able to bloom somewhere that even the elite troops are afraid of. of light.

And the previous small victory was enough to transform this army.

If he guessed correctly, this army is no longer afraid of war, but is really eager to fight, longing for the supreme sense of accomplishment after killing the enemy.

Thirst for war?

What a horrible word.

Veigar really didn't know how powerful an enemy would be to stop a burning army eager for war.

Fighting, there is no suspense here!
(End of this chapter)