Lord of all tribes

Chapter 83

"His Royal Highness, if you have something to do, just ask you to summon me. Why go there yourself?"

Luo Lin upholds the demeanor and gentlemanly demeanor of an aristocratic lord, with a gentle tone, which makes people feel disgusted.

"Ah, I... I just came to ask if the defense of the city is going well?"

Agatha felt that she must be sick. In front of this man, she blushed at every turn, and lost all her dignity as a princess. She was like a little girl who desperately needed protection.

"At present, everything is fine. As long as the Aowei Kingdom does not increase its troops, the [-] cavalry standing in front of Xiguang City can't do anything to Xiguang City. Don't worry, Your Highness, I will guard your safety to the death. .”

Luo Lin's sonorous and forceful voice reached Agatha's ears, and immediately, the usually noble and inviolable Princess blushed again.
Luo Lin was speechless for a while, not knowing what was wrong with the princess, but this pink and pink face was really pleasing to the eye.

The next day, the slightly drunken sun gradually rose from the sky, and the drums of war in front of Xiguang City rose again.

Loughlin, who had recuperated all night, not only didn't look full of energy, but his eyes were bloodshot, his face was much more haggard than yesterday, and his brows were tightly frowned, like a Sichuan character.

Today is the second day of storming. After thinking all night, Luo Lin didn't figure out how to quickly take down Xiguang City.

If he had sufficient troops, he could of course choose to attack directly. This would completely intimidate the enemy's mind, making it much easier to attack the city.

If he had a large siege weapon in his hand, he wouldn't let the elite cavalry charge as a human shield. These were all his painstaking efforts!
Of course, these are just assumptions, and can only be assumptions.

Looking at the rapidly dwindling supply and looking at pairs of eyes full of lifelessness, Luo Lin felt very uncomfortable.

His cavalry were used to gallop across the grasslands and charge into battle, but now they are used as cannon fodder-like siege soldiers. He is unwilling to accept this reality, but he has to accept it.

In yesterday's battle, nearly a thousand elite cavalrymen completely lost their fighting power. Looking at the dead bodies in Xiguang City, all of them were dressed in black armor, Luo Lin felt a dull pain in his heart.

He is serious and unsmiling on weekdays, and even punishes soldiers according to military law in a fit of anger, but that is for the military discipline of the entire army. What he wants to get is an army that is as vicious as a tiger but can always obey military law. It's worth it to do it.

But now that Xiguang City was still in front of him, one thousand of the five thousand cavalry he brought was lost. Facing the cold gray-black city wall, Luo Lin's hand holding the whip cracked.

It can't go on like this, although he is sure that the main force of Xiguang City is only [-] soldiers who fled from Chenguang City, but before Xiguang City was conquered, those young men put on armor and took up weapons, and they could still shoot arrows. Still able to lift boulders and smash them all over with cuts and bruises.

How much does it cost to blindly attack?How many elites can Luolin consume?
Loughlin surprisingly lightly stroked the head of the unicorn under the seat, suddenly his eyes tightened, and his chapped lips moved up and down.

"I need a thousand elites, absolute elites, led by me, Loklin Gordon, the head of the Aowei Kingdom's Feather Division, to attack Xiguang City!"

"If you lose this battle, you can all retreat!"

Loklin's blood-red eyes stared straight ahead, intently and attentively.

There seemed to be a magical power in his eyes, and all the soldiers who were watched were excited and excited!
Some people began to gather in the open space in front of the team. Those who thought they could be called the elite all walked towards the open space silently. Everyone knew which open space was a cage of death, but no one was willing to retreat. They were a group of real warrior!

Marcus stood timidly at the left rear of Loughlin. He had seen the combat power above Xiguang City, and the aura of seven or eight sixth-level fighters gathered in an instant made him still tremble in retrospect. If he had hesitated a little on the tower yesterday, one of the hundreds of corpses under Xiguang City should belong to him.

Marcus is capable of being the captain of the regiment. He has made a lot of military exploits, and the scars and scars on his body are his most honorable medals.

To be able to survive one battle after another, apart from his own strong strength as a sixth-level fighter, what is more important is his ability to assess the situation.

The situation in front of him was clearly a bottomless pit, and he couldn't hold back the head of the division if he insisted on jumping into it, but as far as he was concerned, of course he had to choose to remain silent.

The head of the division is too high-spirited. They are cavalry, and they are good at fighting on the plains. What kind of thing are they brought to attack cities.

Originally, if Xi Guangcheng had no defensive power, it would not be impossible to take it directly, but Xi Guangcheng used iron and blood methods to tell them that they are a hard bone, and a bad mouth will not only make them tasteless, but may also break their teeth.

Marcus felt that it was not a big deal to bear the calm for a while. He hid in the blind spot of Loklin's sight, and felt extremely safe. Suddenly, a scorching gaze made his eyelids pop, and he raised his head reluctantly, only to see Loklin The head of the division didn't know when he suddenly turned around and faced him with a pale face, with a deep expression on his face.

Marcus trembled, and trotted to the open space in front of him, with a sad face, feeling that he was unlucky, he should have found a more secluded place if he knew it earlier
One thousand elites were quickly assembled. Looking at these familiar faces, Luo Lin gritted his teeth. Perhaps after today, many familiar faces will completely disappear before his eyes.
After decades of training in the army, Loughlin should have adapted very well, but every time like this, there is always an inexplicable sadness. It is their greatest honor for soldiers to die on the battlefield.

Being able to die on his own horse is something that every cavalry is proud of, but now they are forced to separate from their own horses and run to the abyss of death alone. Maybe in the next moment, his horse will be replaced by a strange man. figure of.
Reluctant to give up, unable to bear it, Loughlin nodded with satisfaction to the silent and resolute army in front of him. His soldiers, no cowards, even if they died, were scrambling for places. This is his pride.

Having been alone on the battlefield for decades, don't joke about the life of a prancing horse!
The morning sun is very warm, not dazzling, making people feel comfortable.

If there is no war, this time should be sitting in a small quiet courtyard, tasting Faslan's red wine, chatting about love affairs, so happy!

(End of this chapter)