Exploding favorite waste material concubine: Evil King, don't be arrogant!

Chapter 1484

"Following my grandfather's order, I brought the princess's sword here."

Yun Feng finally adjusted his breathing and looked in the direction of the meeting room.

A cloth was spread on the table, and An Ning's sword was placed on the table.After the duel, it was really impossible to take it away with the state of the body, so I had to have someone transport it.

The mud and snow have been wiped away, returning to its original appearance one step earlier than the user.After such a fierce battle, there is not a single scar on it.

The large windows leading to the watchtower were open, and two knights stood guard on the left and right.Looking at each other, the two immediately saluted together.

Yun Feng went through the window and reached a position where he could look at the battlefield.Snow is gradually piling up.

The wind blows head on.

This is the second time I have come to this conference room observatory.The last time he arrived at the Walled City, An Ning was his guide.

At that time, it was a beautiful scenery at a glance, but now because of the blowing snow, it was covered with white mist and the distance could not be seen.Of course, even if this is not the case, there is still no room for enjoying the scenery.

Right before our eyes, the war is in full swing.

The Walled City was built on a slope sloping to the north.A large group of soldiers waiting for the signal to go out gathered in the square.Excluding the garrison force, the number is about [-].

The number of cavalry that has already marched is three hundred.

About six hundred barbarians were confronting each other.

The situation has changed from the initial battle to staring at each other at a distance.

If it forms a melee, it will fight until one side flees, but as long as they can be controlled well, they can gain a distance to gain a chance to rest before the useless losses caused by fatigue appear.

The cavalry under Ai Wei's command lined up as if guarding a fortress.The barbarians watched from a distance like beasts aiming at their prey.

On the trampled white snow field, several people lay motionless in it.Although the barbarians suffered more losses, the cavalry of the imperial army also suffered victims.

Ellie came by.

"For a savage race, there are a lot of them."

"That's right. The barbarian forces in this place seem to be particularly strong... But, probably, they can increase."

"Why do you think so?"

"Please look at the appearance of each of the barbarians. They are looking at their back from time to time. If only the soldiers in the back are like this, then maybe they are just worried about retreating, but if the people in the front of the group are also concerned about the back... Judging that they are It would be better to wait for reinforcements."

"I see. But why are you attacking separately? Is it to carry the cannon?"

"The barbarians don't have cannons. Probably the original battle was to let the first 600 people take advantage of the snowstorm to attack the city, open the gates and let reinforcements come in."

"The barbarians use such tactics!?"

"If you want to attack the city, you can use such tricks... Logically speaking, since they failed in the battle, they should retreat. Could it be that there is a reason why they have to capture this fortress..."

The stalemate didn't last long.

The barbarians howled and rushed over.

The battle begins again.

The cavalry set up their spears to fight, and they should have been able to drive them back.Against [-] barbarians and [-] cavalry, it would not be surprising to win an overwhelming victory.

However, the opponent also has many powerful soldiers and cannot easily win.

And among them, a man in fancy clothes standing at the front is wielding a huge battle axe, not only the appearance but also the toughness is particularly eye-catching.

The knight who confronted him thrust out his spear from his horse.

The gun was interrupted by the tomahawk.

The man jumped up with the agility of a monkey, leaping higher than the horse's back and swung down the tomahawk with one hand.

Blood spattered from the knight's head.

Weakly fell off the horse.

(End of this chapter)