in the name of the queen

Chapter 210 Opportunity is given to you

Looking into Shank's bloodthirsty eyes, Roland's heart stopped as if he was a small animal being targeted by a ferocious beast.

Obviously, the old warlord is desperate.

The safest option is of course to frown and retreat behind Master Anthony, letting Level 7 fight Level 7.

But Roland chose to fight head-on without any hesitation.

The weakest level seven, who was eroded by the drunken debuff, hit by a sword in the butt, and lost most of his status, had to escape, and there was no need to mess around in the future.

He raised his giant shield again and looked at Shank without giving in.

The rain has stopped.

The sound of weapons clashing at the foot of the mountain kept coming, mixed with the sound of guns and screams, and the fire kept lighting up, making the entire battlefield feel like hell.

At the moment Roland fired the flare, Christine also launched an attack from the front.

"What are you waiting for? Let Helen Mountain Fort open fire! Immediately!"

But she quickly found Anthony watching the battle through the telescope and was instantly reassured.

But I still held back.

It was obvious that His Majesty, who was usually arrogant, was frightened out of his wits.

Their artillery is large-caliber artillery imported from countries such as Jin Yuan.

He hurriedly put on his armor and shouted to the Praetorian Guards to protect him and break out.

"Your Majesty, we can't do it, Mount Helen."

"Where is the old warlord?" Sven VII's voice trembled. This time he was really panicked.

All the artillery of the Oden Kingdom Army was concentrated on Helen Mountain. After being damaged by corrosive agents, it could not be used. As a result, they had no artillery support since they had received foreign aid and were at an advantage.

Seeing the contempt in the eyes of his adjutant who had been with him for many years, Sven VII's blood boiled instantly, and he was almost dominated by the little courage left in his body and called out to the adjutant.

Judging from the roar of the artillery, it should be a light artillery, and the weight of the shells is probably 6 or 4 pounds.

Just when his eyes were blank, the roar of artillery sounded.

The adjutant took three steps back and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, take care. I will go and deliver the order right away."

He just used the opportunity to train Roland and others' practical abilities.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He was a king and could never put himself in danger.

The battlefield once again turned into a chess game, but the players on the opposite side changed.

"Pass my order and let General Luen take charge of the frontline command. I will return to Oro Town to gather troops to support him."

"You are lying about the military situation! Our cannons are still firing, this is our cannon!"

The adjutant mumbled, not daring to speak.

If Sven VII leaves now, it means giving up hope of victory.

Although Shank is at a disadvantage, he has the blood of a giant after all and his explosive power is amazing. If he loses, there is still a risk of casualties. This battle is very intense.

Her eyes were like Arctic glaciers, cold and emotionless.

She cast her gaze towards Helen Mountain and saw Roland, Sif, and Lisa fighting Shank, feeling a little nervous.

King Sven VII woke up from his sleep with a confused look on his face. He looked at the flames of war igniting in all directions and was completely confused about the situation.

"What happened to Helen Mountain? The old governor is there, who can threaten Helen Mountain?"

Tonight's battle is very chaotic, but the number of enemies may not be very large. As long as we hold on under the banner of the king until dawn, it is not impossible to turn defeat into victory.

The adjutant knew the truth, but he did not dare to speak. His Majesty the King is in a bad mood. He now only wants to hear what he likes to hear, not the facts.

The adjutant lowered his head, his voice trembling, "Something happened in Mount Helen. We can only see warning signals."

The Oden Kingdom's army was not equipped with such light artillery.

The adjutant was speechless for a moment.

When he understood that it was the Hanseatic New Army coming, he yelled at the adjutant angrily.

Now that Master Anthony is here, Shank will definitely die.

"No news." The adjutant's voice was full of despair.

Although inferior in numbers, the new army had an absolute upper hand in morale, organization and firepower.

The Helenz area at four o'clock in the morning has become a nightmare for the Oden people.

Sven VII clutched the adjutant's collar tightly, his mind going blank.

It’s unrealistic to expect cowards to do brave things.

Just when Sven VII lost courage and was about to flee, Christine was riding a hot air balloon, observing the battlefield from a high position.

Just when the adjutant didn't know how to respond, Sven VII released his hand holding his collar and let out an unpleasant laugh.

This opportunity to face a seven-level warrior without taking too much risk is too rare.

But under Anthony's protection, the risk is controllable.

The envy in Christine's eyes flashed away.

After pausing for a second, she turned her attention to the main battlefield.

The 70,000 to 80,000 Oden Kingdom troops fell into complete chaos.

But the chaos is only temporary, and they will be able to restore their organization at dawn and even launch a counterattack.

After all, there is a huge difference in the number of people on both sides.

There are only about 25,000 new troops participating in the battle tonight, and a considerable number of the infantry are very tired after traveling long distances.

Only the Temple Warriors, Hussars, and the Queen's Guards remained intact.

The window period for tearing apart the enemy's front is only the last two or three hours.

Christine was like a cold surgeon, constantly looking for opportunities to strike, allowing the orderlies to convey instructions to the battlefield through flags.

The hot air balloon patrols the battlefield, observes the enemy's vulnerabilities, and then issues instructions through semaphores.

This is the most advanced command method.

The only drawback is that hot air balloons are poorly controllable and will fly around in strong winds.

Christine thought silently in her heart, how great it would be if she had wings to fly freely.

Looking down at the land gave her the calmness of being in control.

She issued orders accurately, dividing the stubborn resistance of the Oden Kingdom's army.

Aerial command also has the advantage of providing accurate shooting coordinates to the artillery.

She could see very clearly where artillery support was most needed.

Time passes minute by minute.

The two hours before dawn are Christine's most precious time, and she will never let it go.

While Christine was nervously racing against time, General Luen, who temporarily took over the command, felt that the night was as long as a century.

He was dumbfounded on the spot when he learned that the king had led the guards into the town of Oro.

In his mind, Sven VII is a true brave man and a wise master who can change the situation of the Kingdom of Oden, which is powerful but not powerful.

What happened tonight made Run almost despair.

But he quickly cheered up.

Your Majesty just doesn't want to take additional risks on a chaotic battlefield.

Sven VII was a monarch and should not have charged into battle. How can any monarch personally participate in the battle on the front line?

Times have changed. In the era of cold weapons, armor can be used to resist damage, but guns don't have eyes. Runn did not dare to think too much. He quickly used the Helenzburg City Hall as the command center and began to command.

To be fair, his military quality is very high. Although his prestige is slightly lower than that of General Gude, his tactics and ideas are more advanced.

King Swain VII asked Old General Good to go back and handed over command of the troops to him. There were not many opinions within the army.

Goode's defeatist rhetoric was not just distasteful to Swain, but to others as well.

Everyone fights to gain benefits. Who likes to listen to crows chattering about mourning?
Luen cheered up and even had a little more fantasy.

As long as he can save tonight's crisis, his status in His Majesty Swain's heart will definitely be different. As long as he is given a stage, he can express his ambitions.

He must win this battle!
Luen was in high spirits and kept giving orders.

He asked all troops to first gather themselves in regiments and battalions and use the camps to defend themselves. At the same time, he dispatched mobile troops that were still relatively complete in their formation to connect the separated and isolated troops.

As Roen made adjustments, Christine's face changed slightly as she was confident of winning in the hot air balloon and even had time to admire Roland's trio's dog-walking tactics.

The current commander of the Oden Kingdom's army is not Swain VII.

Wang Jia's movement will have a serious impact on morale if exposed, but it is the darkest night and the soldiers cannot see it.

The escape of Sven VII did not have any negative impact on the king's transfer, but instead he was replaced by a better commander?

Christine frowned slightly.

Lady Luck never looks after someone for long, and tonight she had bad luck.

Although she was unlucky, Christine was not upset. She calmly adjusted each army on the battlefield according to the battlefield situation, as coldly as a robot.

While commanding the battle, she cast her peripheral vision towards Mount Helen.

The battle between the old warlord and Roland's trio has reached the final stage of life and death.

Shank has giant blood flowing in his body. Although it is a little thin, his physique is much stronger than that of ordinary humans.

Just now, he was sneak-attacked by Roland with a smoke grenade, and then hit with a sword in the back. An ordinary person would have lost his ability to fight, lying on the ground wailing, but his self-healing ability was extremely strong, and the wound actually scabbed and healed in just a few minutes.

Although it hurts and my movements are somewhat affected, I can still move freely.

Roland, Sif, and Lisa formed a triangle formation, keeping distance from each other, covering each other and taking turns to attack, completely giving Shank no chance to attack at the same time.

All the magic below level 3 mastered by Lisa is instantaneous. There is no need to stand in place and chant, and it is very flexible.

Streams of flames surged out from her palms and slammed into Shank's huge body.

The flames spewed out very quickly and affected a huge area. Shank could only dodge part of it.

After several rounds of baptism of fire, the battlefield was filled with heat waves. Shank's thick beard was curled and scorched, making him look extremely miserable.

Sif, who had the strongest offensive power among the three, put on an armor-piercing gun tip and used a three-meter-long spear to keep a distance from Shank. The tip of the gun was always aimed at Shank's eyes, throat, lower body and other vital parts.

Half a year ago, Sif would never have used such a dishonorable attack method, but under Roland's words and deeds, she had long since forgotten the rigid dogma of knights.

A living knight is a good knight, and a dead knight is nothing.

Roland has a short spear in his right hand and a giant shield in his left hand, standing at the front.

Although he could use a long sword, the attack power of the sword was far inferior to that of a short spear, and it was even difficult to break through the defense. He chose a magic short spear that was enchanted with four special effects: armor breaking, weakness, bleeding, and paralysis.

This was a gift from Master Anthony, and it was very useful.

Shank was bleeding from just one shot, and his movements were much slower.

Facing the three people's bottomless tactics, Shank was completely angered. But he didn't lose his mind.

If Anthony takes action, he will die. He was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the moment when the Roland trio were eager to win.

If you catch a random guy, you can take a hostage and leave in exchange for freedom.

His eyes flashed with madness.

From the battle just now, he found the most suitable target.

First of all, exclude the girl who throws fireballs. From her fighting style, she can be recognized as a disciple of this old guy Anthony.

The furious Anthony had killed powerful men of the same level before, and he did not dare to provoke him.

Roland was the object of his greatest hatred, but this kid was so slippery that he couldn't catch him at all.

There is only one target, and that is Sif, who always wants to kill him with a shot.

She is the Queen of the Sussex Empire, she is the most valuable!
Shank was slightly dazed when Sif's spear stabbed between his legs accurately.

Although Shank wanted to lure the enemy, he never imagined that Sif would be so cruel.

There was a breaking sound like an egg being hit by an iron rod, and even Roland felt a chill in his crotch.

When did Sif become so ruthless?
Seeing Shank scream and fall to the ground, Sif jumped up high like lightning, holding the spear with both hands, ready to stab Shank's throat with a shot.

The moment she jumped up high, Roland felt something was wrong.

There was something strange about Shank's fall to the ground.

Although the damage caused by broken eggs is almost fatal to men, Shank is an old man who is over a hundred years old after all, and that thing is probably not very useful, so he would not just lie down.

Thinking that Shank could still walk like flying after his anus was exploded, Roland suddenly jumped up and threw the shield in his hand.

His target is not Shank, and it is unrealistic to expect Shank to be killed with a shield.

His shield flew towards Sif.

Sif turned around in shock and saw a huge shield spinning and flying towards her.

It's actually Roland?
Without any hesitation, she first ruled out the possibility of Roland hurting her.

In the blink of an eye, she didn't understand what happened, but she knew what Roland was going to do.

She remembered the teachings of her spear master.

Don't leave your feet off the ground unless you are absolutely sure. Humans are not birds. Once in the air, it is difficult to change the direction of the leap.

Roland throwing the shield gave her a chance to change direction.

The tip of the spear struck the shield, and Sif used the force to fly away.

The giant shield fell and hit Shank.

Shank, who was still grunting on the ground just now, hugged the giant shield, grinned and roared:

"Stop it all!"

While roaring, he looked at the shield in his arms and froze.

This moment of confusion sealed his fate.

In the duel between strong men, life and death only take a moment.

Shank was injured continuously and his mind was already a little dazed. The captured hostage turned into a shield, which completely failed his plan.

Roland's free left hand skillfully threw the throwing knife.

The short spear in his right hand also flew out at the same time.

Sif took action almost at the same time as him, piercing Shank's throat with her spear like lightning.

Not to be outdone, Lisa patted her palms lightly, and a fiery phoenix flew out and hit Shank's head.

"what!"

Screams sounded.

Shank's eyes were pierced by Roland's flying knives and short spears, his throat was hit by Sif's spear, and his huge head was swallowed by the flaming phoenix.

Roland pulled out his spare weapon, but before he could take action, he saw Sif charging in like a cat, and the short knife pierced Shank's heart.

The three of them swarmed up and fired wildly, dividing Shank who was suffering from bad luck tonight.

Anthony, who was standing on the cliff nearby, was dumbfounded. He didn't wake up until the big fire ball in his palm burned his skin.

(End of this chapter)