totem god system

Chapter 730 Retreat Victory
From the moment the death warriors put on their armor and stepped onto the battlefield, the combined army began to be completely suppressed, with no power to fight back.

Up to now, the casualties have been heavy, and even effective resistance has been unable to be organized.

The only thing that kept them from escaping was the effect of brainwashing.

At this time, as long as a few people escape, the entire coalition army will start to flee.

Xin Ping was completely stupid. Facing this crushing situation, he didn't know how to save it.

A confidant came to Xin Ping's side and said in a panic, "Brother, it's time to retreat."

Xin Ping looked at his confidant with a pale face, and shook his head in a panic, showing an expression uglier than crying.

The confidant gritted his teeth, and then said: "Brother, it doesn't make any sense to continue, we can't put everyone here."

If it was normal, Xin Ping could still order a retreat.

But this time, he really panicked, and he couldn't withdraw.

Once he retreats, it means he has failed, and he will definitely be hunted down by Xiaobai.

Who can protect him then, or rather, who will protect him?

Those nobles?
Impossible, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for the nobles to protect him.

It was even said that the first person who wanted to kill him was probably the nobles of Doro City.

Nobles led by Como and Demora.

In order to get the private soldiers in their hands, Xin Ping made a promise not only to kill Xiaobai, but also to extract the source of his wealth from Xiaobai's mouth.

Killing Xiaobai was for Cuomo and Demora, and the source of wealth was to maintain his current status.

Because of his promise, Cuomo and De Mora believed him, and used their power to attract a large number of nobles for him.

Those nobles sent troops not for Xin Ping's face, but for the face of the two great councilors, Cuomo and Demora.

He Xin Ping has a fart face.

If he really had face, he wouldn't beg Cuomo.

But now it's all over.

It is impossible for Xiao Bai to be killed or captured alive, and he will not foolishly tell him the secret of the source of wealth.

Furthermore, too many private soldiers died.

Xin Ping is too aware of what private soldiers mean to nobles.

Every noble will invest a lot of wealth in order to raise private soldiers.

It is not an exaggeration to say that private soldiers are piled up with gold coins.

But now he just died outside Doro City, being crushed mercilessly by Xiaobai's men.

How could the nobles of Doro City let him go.

Does it make sense to continue fighting?
It didn't make sense, but Xin Ping still didn't dare to call out to withdraw troops, he expected a miracle to happen.

The confidant feels that Xin Ping has gone crazy, and one-third of the private soldiers below have died.

This is an extremely scary number.

On a normal battlefield, if there are 20.00% casualties, morale will be very low, and if it is [-]%, there will almost be a rout.

Now that one-third of the private soldiers have died, what is considered now is not a miracle, but how to deal with the nobles.

The confidant obviously didn't expect that Xin Ping didn't have to deal with business at all, and if he lost, he would basically die.

What does the dead have to pay?

Just when Xin Ping was looking forward to a miracle, the death warriors continued to kill non-stop.

They are like machines that never tire, maintaining their original state.

The aura of the noble private soldiers had completely collapsed, and they found that no matter how hard they fought, they couldn't seem to kill even one enemy, at most they could only injure the enemy.

These guys are like a bunch of monsters.

That's right, a monster.

A monster like a giant worm.

It's simply not something they can resist!
Except for the laughing and shouting of Berserk and Ax War, those guys with shields and spears barely made a sound.

They are red-eyed, moving forward steadily, and all the guys who stand in their way will be killed.

Nearly half of the casualties, the entire noble private army has collapsed.

Xin Ping closed his eyes in pain as he looked at the corpses all over the floor and the private soldiers who had almost given up their resistance and waited to die.

There will be no miracles.

He raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat!"

After shouting this sentence, he turned around and ran away without looking back.

The confidant next to him was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, and hurriedly chased Xin Ping and fled, panicking like a bereaved dog.

The noble private soldiers heard the word retreat very clearly.

They have long been looking forward to these two words.

The feeling of waiting to be killed is really bad, they are powerless to resist.

Hearing Xin Ping yell to retreat, it was like the sound of heaven in their ears.

All the aristocratic private soldiers turned their heads and started running towards Doro City.

Just as they began to rout, Shield War and Big Gun stopped their advance.

They are wearing heavy armor, which is not suitable for chasing.

Tomahawk chased them for a few steps, and then stopped. They had enough strength, but their running speed was not so fast.

The mad battle was so happy, they screamed, chasing a group of noble private soldiers and hacking and killing them again.

They didn't stop until the private soldiers of the nobles ran away. They were all dripping with blood, as if they had taken a bath in bloody water.

The entire battlefield fell silent, the death warrior was silent, and no one made a sound.

"We won! Oh, oh, oh... oh... huh?"

A young Grey militant suddenly raised his arms and yelled, and his voice dropped after a single cheer.

He looked around in a daze, unable to figure out why the people around him were so quiet, they obviously won.

The people around were awakened by the young man's voice, and all looked at him.

Seeing his blank face, everyone smiled and raised their arms high.

"Won!"

"we won!"

"Hahaha……"

……

The Gray Fighters and Gladiators cheered at the same time, and the joyful shouts resounded in the desert.

The Berserkers looked at them, the blood red in their eyes gradually receding.

A Kuang Zhan suddenly laughed with a "ha", which was like a switch, and a group of Kuang Zhan burst into laughter.

Amidst their laughter, one after another of the death warriors touched their weapons, returned to the appearance of ordinary soldiers, and began to celebrate.

While cheering and applauding, the Grey Party fighters and gladiators walked towards the death fighters, surrounded them in the center, and praised them loudly.

They could see this battle clearly, without these death fighters, they would definitely be the losers.

After all, there are too many god warriors on the other side, and they can crush them in various comparisons.

The death warriors couldn't understand the desert language, but they could guess what they were talking about. They all smiled and responded in the lingua franca of Samsara.

Neither of the two parties could understand what the other was saying, but they chatted very vigorously.

Xiaobai raised his brows straight up, it was rare for him to be able to understand both languages, so he naturally knew that what the two sides said was not the right one.

(End of this chapter)