Blood Dragon

Chapter 140 The Eighth Raid

"You... are really crazy!" After a long time, Byron gritted his teeth and said.

"Crazy? Do you think I'm taking risks?" Ashuruffat suddenly laughed. "Unfortunately, in my own opinion, I didn't take any risks at all. Because I know your every move. All your secrets... are under my eyes. I know you want to use confrontation to defend Way to wear us down, I know you will try to meet with me before the war to reach a secret agreement, I even know... the spy you arranged in Falcon City, the content of the secret letter sent to you every three days. Everything you know , I know it all. Where am I crazy?"

"Hmph." Byron let out a cold snort, his hands trembling slightly, but his bluish face just now slowly eased down.

"You are not a soldier, because your nature lacks an important element of a soldier, that is courage." Ashuruffat said. "Even if you have an overwhelming force, even if you have good external conditions, you still dare not take the initiative to launch an offensive, but hope to build a camp. You waste your time and energy on setting up traps to buy me or kill me, It forgets that the only real concerns a general has are his army and his enemies."

He chuckled. "Although you pretend to be calm, I can't guess wrong. A real general will never take the risk of trying to build a strong camp in front of the enemy, but will first build a simple but effective defense. camp, dug a trench, put up earthen walls and palisades. After he has this camp, he will try to build another camp... This is what a prudent general really does. You are not a prudent general, or Your prudence is not the prudence of a general. So I can be sure that you are not prepared to deal with a surprise attack. Could it be that you have not even arranged for a sentry force on duty at night? Ha." He laughed again. "Actually, I have known for a long time that although you are cunning, your resourcefulness is not in military affairs, because if you were really an excellent commander, you would not use this precious time to strengthen your castle. Decided The outcome of this war is not the strong castle, but...the victory on the battlefield. Because to you, no matter how strong the castle is, it is just a stone coffin."

Byron didn't answer.His expression returned to calm, but his arm was twitching like a spasm.Not only him, but the expressions of the four followers behind him have already changed.

"Ashrufat, if you serve me...Think about how much we can do..." He said in a low voice.

"There's no one to help, can't you do anything well?" Ashuruffat said disdainfully.

"Do you think that if you win this battle, you will win?" Byron uttered angrily, looking at Ashuruffat.

"Byron, the reason why you dare to do such things, even launch a coup and raise the flag of rebellion, is because you have a good deck of cards in your hand." Ashuruffat said coldly. "Do you think that if you have a good hand, you can win at the gambling table? Do you think I am a gambler like you? Unfortunately, I am not on the same level as you. On the surface, I don't have a good hand , but I can change my cards from the card mountain at any time as I like, and I can also slip down from my seat to look at your hole cards at any time. As long as I want, I can even modify the gambling rules at any time. You want to win me, the only chance Just don't let me go to the gambling table. But as long as I go to the poker table, in front of me, you are just a clown!"

"Hehe..." Byron's voice calmed down.But those who are familiar with him know that his calmness is not real calmness, but a special change that occurs after the anger in his heart reaches a certain height. "Did you think you won? Did you really think you won?"

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The little girl looked at the camp below her.At this time, the sky was already twilight, and the enemy's camp could be seen below.At this moment, she has sent all the generals to divide the army, one person, horse Lekou, cotton cloth wrapped horseshoe, all of them have entered the battle position.Now, beside her, it was like a jungle wrapped in steel, facing the gate of the enemy camp.

It's not really a camp.Because the entire camp has not yet been completed, it can be described as riddled with holes, and there is no defensive effect at all.Even the most common trenches are only half dug shallowly, and war horses can jump over them.The entire camp was silent at this moment, and Byron's soldiers were sleeping soundly because of the hard work yesterday.In the entire camp, only a horse blew from time to time to break the silence.

"Your Majesty, do you want to launch an attack?" Barranca asked beside him.

The ray of light that had just appeared in the sky shone on his armor, and the steel looked extraordinarily cold at this moment.

Seeing the enemy's camp under the hillside, the little girl suddenly felt an indescribable sadness.Now, the lives of tens of millions of people are in her hands. As long as she gives an order, this land will be painted with blood and corpses in a new color.

The little girl took a deep breath, Ashuruffat's parting words seemed to still be echoing in her ears. "...You must be brave... For you, bravery is to overcome all the weakness and compassion in your heart! You don't need these things on the battlefield. You have to forget your gender and remember that you are a general. If you feel Back off, if you find it difficult to order. Then tell yourself that your enemies are traitors and rebels who don't deserve any mercy! For Gruny, for your throne, for this country, you must do this!"

"I am the Queen," she said to herself in voices only she could hear, but she couldn't be sure if the voices were from a weeping girl. "These people are traitors who don't deserve any mercy!"

She gritted her teeth and said to Balanka beside her. "Blow the horn! Attack! Destroy those traitors!"

A deep and majestic horn sound broke the silence of dawn.

There was a sudden commotion in the camp, it looked like an ant nest was suddenly doused with a cup of hot water.Countless villains are running and shouting.

Then the trumpets sounded from all directions, as if in answer to the first trumpet.The commotion in the camp was even more intense, at least the little girl could already see a small group of soldiers rushing out of their defenseless camp, looking at the enemy army that was already in full swing on the hillside.

No army can remain calm under such circumstances, especially when their general is not present at this moment of crisis.When the cavalry of the king's army, full of swords and spears, began to charge, Byron's army was completely in a state of panic, unable to organize a resistance at all.

The little girl stood where she was, accompanied by a small group of officers, watching her army press down like a landslide, smashing all the trivial resistance in an instant.Under repeated cavalry attacks, the rebels could not gather even a little.Their soldiers could not find their officers, and their cavalry could not find their horses.It is not so much a war as it is a merciless massacre.The completely collapsed enemies trampled on each other, were driven out of the camp, fled towards the only direction where there were no enemies, and slowly left her field of vision.

There was the roar of cannons in the distance, and if I was not mistaken, her infantry, musketeers, and cannons had already intercepted the enemy's routed army.

Ashurfat had told her what was going to happen next, but even if he hadn't said it, she could have guessed what was going to happen.She heard the roar of the cannon, and the volley of the muskets.The rest have no choice, Ashurfat also said they don't have any choice.Such is the peculiarity of civil wars--after the battle is decided, there is little resistance to it.

Byron's army would cease to exist when the light of dawn fell upon the corpses strewn across the fields.

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I don't know how Byron sent the code, but the next moment, he felt the wind of magic disorder.

This is the effect of the magic-breaking scroll. This kind of thing can directly interfere with magic, making all efforts to extract the wind of magic futile.If there are enough magic-breaking scrolls, the wind of magic in a certain area can even be thrown into a disordered state for a long time, so that all magicians can only stand there dumbfounded.

"You've calculated well, but you have to die here too!" Byron roared angrily.Ashuruffat jumped back while shaking off his cloak to cover his body.When he was doing this, he saw Byron's four entourages have a few more pistols in their hands, as if by magic.

A pistol is a weapon generally considered unsuitable for the battlefield.The main reason is that it has a short range and poor accuracy.But in a short range, it is indeed the easiest to carry, the easiest to hide, and the weapon with sufficient lethality.

Although Ashurfat jumped out of the door, his movements were not as fast as pistol bullets.Accompanied by a burst of gunfire, he lost his balance in the leaping movement. Although he jumped out of the door, he still fell to the ground.

"Hmph, it's loyal enough to die for that little girl!" Byron clearly saw that Ashuruffat had been shot.Muskets, even pistols, have good armor-piercing capabilities within the effective range, and armor can't stop bullets.But his movement of covering his body with the cloak is a bit strange.But Byron didn't think so much at this time.

"Pay him a few knives." He ordered.But in the next moment, Ashurfat jumped up from the ground, and he had already drawn his sword.

If he wanted to use this opportunity to kill Byron, he had obviously missed the opportunity.Byron had left from the side, replaced by two people with revolvers in their hands, who came out of nowhere.

In the next moment, Ashuruffat felt a rain of bullets.He covered his upper body with his cloak.As he knew, the cloak could block the bullet itself, but it could not cancel the impact of the bullet.This wave of bullets made him unstable, and he staggered back.And in this short period of time, a few more people with revolvers appeared.

He has no chance.However, Ashurfat has realized this point a long time ago. Even though Byron doesn't know how to fight at all, this doesn't mean that Byron has no brains.His resourcefulness is just not on the military side. When it comes to framing, buying or even assassination, Byron's level is definitely higher than Ashurfate.Since he dared to meet Ashurfat, he must be fully prepared.It is extremely unlikely, if not impossible, to assassinate him when they meet.So for this situation, he was not surprised at all.

He rushed out, putting the cloak behind him, trying to further distance himself from the Musketeer.In his prediction, a group of people and horses should have been ambushed nearby - there should be hundreds of knights holding revolvers.And as long as he wraps his body with a cloak, he can resist these bullets.It's not too hard to beat the crowd...

He stopped in his tracks, and cursed softly.

Byron's ambush was not the expected mass of musketeers, but artillery.The three cannons really surrounded him from three directions at this time, and the fire gate had already been ignited.