Lord of War

  Shaun never thought of eating the whole army.

  After Anno discovered the army’s rest area, Xiao En immediately came to inspect it on the spot. As he expected, the opponent was indeed a member of the White Wing Mercenary Corps. However, after seeing these people, Sean was convinced that the army of the White Wing Mercenary Corps was not the only one behind him. The reason was simple. The mobilization of three thousand people was not a small number of characters, it was a force. There are at least a few hundred meters long army, and the sudden mobilization of the White Wing Mercenary Corps, how could the red Godek as the enemy's enemy be unprepared? And if once it is discovered that the opponent's military mobilization is not directed at them, then how could Red Goethe not be curious?

  Maybe they are lurking right now, ready to take advantage of the fishermen. Sean doesn’t think that Red Goethe will uphold the concept of “enemy’s enemy is a friend” to give aid to himself. The so-called aid and alliance are actually the same as hatred. Only when the forces are evenly matched can they have this kind of emotion. When each other's strength is not at the same level, these emotions will naturally become a very ridiculous thing.

  Do humans care about the feeling of bed bugs stepped on under their shoes?

  So, Sean is very clear that Red Goethe and him will not become allies, at least not for now. As for the Red Cross Knights, who may also be hidden from the side, ready to show their minions at any time, Sean will not have an ally with them-this is the army of the Kingdom of Darbion. In this regard, It is impossible for Sean to cooperate with him.

  So for the night attack plan of the White Wing Mercenary Corps, what Sean wanted was just to make this army completely lose the ability to pursue him. In his impression, the level of the White Wing Mercenary Corps is a level three army. No matter which country on the Marvel Continent, it is already regarded as a regular army level, although at this moment he cannot see the White Wing Mercenary Corps, a peripheral reserve army. The actual situation, but Sean is still willing to believe that the combat effectiveness of this army is more brutal than his own.

  So the whole plan is to cause as many casualties as possible to this enemy army.

   Annihilated?

  If it is possible, Sean doesn’t actually mind, but he doesn’t think he has this opportunity. After all, there is still a big gap in the strength of the two armies. Even if the equipment of the northern barbarians is better than the other in terms of armaments, the lack of training is still a flaw. This is not something that can be easily remedied, but Sean's mentality is very good, because his army is still very-young.

A glance at the situation on the battlefield, the entire frontal battlefield has been completely plowed by Arrow Rain. At least there are nearly a thousand wounded on the other side, and the screams of pain on the battlefield are enough to completely lose this army. Morale. Seeing this situation, Sean nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "Withdraw! Time should be almost up, we go around to support Fred and their retreat."

The northern barbarians silently put away their arrows, shook their slightly sour hands, and shot tens of thousands of arrows in such a short period of time, even if the northern barbarians have good endurance, they still feel sore. , After all, they have not undergone too formal training. In fact, if it weren't for these northern barbarians who didn't know how to shoot, Sean actually wanted a precise shot, so that in the first wave of confrontation, he could definitely kill hundreds of opponents.

  The precise volley of two thousand archers, but it is a very terrible thing.

  But it is a pity that these northern barbarians do not yet have such conditions, and most of them are women and teenagers. But Xiao En is already very satisfied with the result, creating more wounded for the opponent and making the opponent's morale drop faster. These are the real goals of the current battle, and as long as these goals are achieved, Xiao Well, I don't care about the final harvest.

  The rain of arrows has stopped.

  But the wailing of the White Wing Mercenaries did not stop. The flames and flares rising to the sky behind are more like ferocious demons laughing at them, bringing their morale down to the freezing point. It can almost be said that they are on the grass full of sorrows. The densely populated place is visible. Although most of the arrows are inserted on the grass, many soldiers have been shot from a few to a dozen arrows. Some of them are dead and some are dying, but more are Weeping.

  These soldiers were already broken-hearted, they simply couldn't afford the courage to continue fighting, and even vaguely many people ran away secretly under the cover of night. And with the first one, naturally there will be a second and a third. Soon, a small half of the deserters have left the battlefield and disappeared into the vast night. Most of those who have not run away are left. It was wounded on the body, and a small part of them still had the courage. At this moment, they were struggling to stand up, and then rushed towards William.

  Here is the second battlefield that broke out tonight, and now this battlefield has completely entered a white-hot degree, even more intense than the arrow rain covering in front.

When the northern barbarians were as he expected, because the front was stretched, there was actually only a small one-sided battle that actually took place, and this one-sided impact could not break the shields’ defenses at all. Although the front row was indeed killed several times during the charge, this wastage was nothing at all. On the contrary, it completely aroused the mentality of the shield soldiers to fight to death, and firmly resisted the northern barbarians. attack.

   After losing the most aggressive momentum, the effect of the northern barbarians behind is naturally extremely limited. After all, they are all in front of them, so of course they have to maintain a certain degree of strength in the process of charging, and the blind swarm of attacks will also shorten the depth of the battlefield indefinitely. For those of them who attack with spears. In fact, it is very unfavorable, but it will bring greater benefits to the opponent.

  So after the first collision, the Northland Barbarians finally fell over a dozen people, which undoubtedly became a booster, greatly calming the morale of the White Wing Mercenary Corps. When this almost stalemate fighting each other occurred, the killer that William had been preparing finally showed up-the pikemen phalanx on the right, desperately smashed through the attack of the northern barbarians, and forced it back. After a long period of time, the pikemen at the back of the phalanx turned abruptly and rushed towards the northern barbarians from the side.

The combination of flames, shield soldiers, and pikemen formed a "concave" pocket. The northern barbarian trapped in the pocket was like a "convex" corner, and encountered a fierce counterattack from the pikemen. In just a moment of a confrontation round, the Northland Barbarians fell like this. There were hundreds of people. The entire front seemed to be cut off in an instant. For the first time facing this kind of attack from both sides, the Northland Barbarians also began to show With a beast-like instinct to counterattack, the previous battles that looked like this seemed to have ceased to exist.

  This is what the Northland Barbarians should have!

  Looking at the development in front of him, William finally clenched his fists.

  In his impression, the northern barbarians are not suitable for being soldiers at all. They don’t understand many military orders at all, and they rely more on their physical instincts when fighting. It was not that William had never seen the barbarians in the North, nor had he seen an army fighting the barbarians in the North, but that situation did not look like a battle in his eyes, it was almost like hunting.

  The army is the hunter who hunts around, and the northern barbarians can only be regarded as prey.

  The scene in front of him finally made William feel a little bit. The familiarity of resuscitating from the inside of the body gave him a sense of air, as if he had power all over his body, his blood began to boil, and his heart became more and more excited, but as his heart grew more and more excited. Excited, the smile on his face became thicker, which made his originally soft facial features become more gentle, and suddenly there was a unique unspeakable temperament all over his body.

  At this moment, William looks more like a woman than a man.

   "After all, it's just..."

  William had the same impression as other people on the Marvel Continent. He never thought that the northern barbarians were suitable for soldiers. However, his mocking words were not completely finished, and the situation on the court changed drastically in an instant, and he only heard someone shouting "Waiting for dinner"!

As a result, the northern barbarians, who had already begun to be like trapped beasts, could only rely on instinctive struggles and conditioned reflexes, suddenly seemed to be controlled by some kind of remote control, they suddenly squatted down and erected the half-body shield in their hands. On the ground, Tuantuan gathered together to form a strong iron wall defensive formation. Under this kind of defensive formation, the soldiers of the white-winged mercenaries wanted to attack, and it was very difficult. Moreover, in a rash attack just now, the spear pierced from the iron wall pierced more than a dozen people.

In the    scene, there was a stalemate again for a while, the progress of the war was not as far as William had expected, and this prominent northern barbarian team was eaten up with a thunderous speed. He knows very well that the most important part of this war plan he made provisionally is that he will be completely eaten by the northern barbarians in his pocket, and fundamentally weaken the opponent’s viable power. William believes that with his commanding ability, as long as he is white If the soldiers of the Wing Mercenary Corps don't collapse, he can definitely reverse the situation.

   But now, the most critical step in his plan is to be resisted abruptly. This is really out of William's expectation.

   But soon, the pikemen who were forced to press down were finally completely defeated because they did not have a better defensive ability.

   led the northern barbarians to launch a strong attack and completely forced back the pikemen. It was the black armor warrior that William had seen before. The halberd in his hand is simply unmatched. Any weapon or armor can only be cut by a halberd in front of him, and behind him are ten veterans wearing light armor and holding long swords. The tips of the knives formed by these people cut directly into the pikemen's phalanx, like a warm dinner knife piercing a piece of butter, and this piece of butter is still melting at an extremely fast speed.

  In almost an instant, the pikemen’s phalanx was completely penetrated. At the moment when the Pikemen's phalanx was cut through, William heard the roar that he would never forget: "Brothers! It's time to eat!"

With a clatter, the iron wall formation on the left was disassembled in an instant. These northern barbarians, who had been beaten a little embarrassed before, once again screamed like stimulants, and then turned towards Bai The soldiers of the Wing Mercenary Corps launched a fierce charge.

  It looks like a person who has been hungry for more than ten days suddenly sees a table full of food...William can't bear to look directly at him: Did he lose to such an army?

   Then, William saw an unforgettable scene in his life: the man wearing black armor and holding a red halberd, running towards him like a demon, his awe-inspiring aura was not weaker than himself. It's just that William knew very well that he was not a fighter after all. He didn't have any fighting ability, so he could only watch Alfred's halberd fall towards him.

   Sighed slightly, William, who knew he was powerless, finally closed his eyes.