Lord of War

  Fire, burning on the battlefield.

  The blood splattered on the ground has already dried up, condensed into patches of dark red.

  It's still intact, but the dead bodies are extremely tragic corpses, almost everywhere in the entire battlefield. And the people who can survive at this moment are not because of their superb strength, but their luck.

A small group of soldiers wearing gray and black leather armor gathered in Zhongyang on the battlefield, forming a circle. Although they were barely able to form a defensive circle, most of their trembling bodies still completely betrayed their hearts. True emotions.

  When the threat and fear of death really come, not everyone can face it peacefully.

  The flames are still burning, and thick and strong black smoke continues to rise.

  The clanking sound of the armor rubbing from walking fell in the ears of these surviving mountain lion soldiers, just like the footsteps of the **** of death approaching.

  Three hundred against six thousand.

  After nearly half a month of encounters, pursuits, and encirclement and suppression, the 7,000 Mountain Lion Corps second echelon soldiers who had survived training out, also had more than 5,000 remaining due to consecutive defeats. Then, in the next day-long pursuit, the soldiers of the second echelon of the Mountain Lion Army were finally driven to a ruin, and they were forced to peacefully peaceful the thunder lion in this unoccupied central desert plain of Suoan. A large-scale death battle.

  This time, Alfred changed his previous attitude and put into the battle the reserve soldiers originally prepared to fill the battle damage of the Thunder Lion.

  For recruits, it is natural that they cannot be the opponents of these four-level army mountain lions, so their death rate is astonishing. But after this war, the surviving Thunder Lion reserve soldiers is naturally also a completely qualitative transformation.

  It's just this kind of transformation, but it's just barely upgrading from cannon fodder to the level of regular soldiers.

  However, because the veterans have also grown, the overall level of the Thunder Lion has not been reduced.

   is still a quasi-fourth level army.

  However, compared to the previous 5,000 people, the Thunder Lion now has an increase of more than 1,000 people.

  The ocean like blue se suddenly separated to the left and right as if retreating, giving way to a passage.

  Alfred, holding the flaming lion fangs, slowly walked out of the thunder lion crowd through this passage, and then appeared in the field of vision of the surviving mountain lion army soldiers.

  At this moment, Alfred was already covered with blood, and the blood almost covered his entire face, like a layer of red dye. However, if you look closely, you can still see a scar of flesh and blood on his right cheek. This was the wound when he was temporarily counterattacked when he was beheading the last high-ranking silver master of the Mountain Lion Legion.

Even with Alfred, who now has the power to fight against the lower gold powerhouse, his endurance limit is still at the level of the upper silver pinnacle, and the **** battle for half a month has basically reached him. The limit. And the exhaustion caused by this limit will inevitably slow down his reaction, so the hands are naturally very natural. In fact, if it were not for the flaming lion fangs and the heavy armor on the body, it might be here. Alfred will also fall in the battle.

The war of   Jing Rui Corps is no better than the long march that he traversed several Darbion territories.

  There is a fundamental difference between the two.

   "Rowell, I advise you one last time." Alfred resisted the pain on his face, and then still spoke in a deep voice, "surrender now!"

no respond.

  Alfred's right hand lifted slightly.

With this action of him, the Thunder Lion soldiers who had formed an encirclement against the soldiers of these mountain lion legions one after another slammed their square shields to the ground, and the roaring sound of the shield was like a sudden explosion of angry thunder. , Shocked all the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion panicked. Immediately afterwards, there was another neat sound of guns. Watching a gleaming jing iron spear hung on the edge of the shield, aimed at them, the enemy soldiers, the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Army finally made a burst of sao. chaos.

   But sao chaos, it stopped soon.

  Because the captain of the Mountain Lion Corps, Rowell Howard, who is also known as the Lion King like Alfred, has also stepped out of the protection circle of the Mountain Lion Corps.

  At this moment, he does not have the temperament that he had when he met Alfred for the first time, and some were just embarrassed.

"The Howard family will not surrender to the enemy!" However, even though Rowell is already covered with dust and dirt at the moment, his eyes are still astonishingly bright, and it can even be said that they are still full of a **** called perseverance. , "Our death will never be worthless, but it will make the Kingdom of Darbion have a clearer understanding of your combat power. Perhaps this time you can annihilate us, but in the end it will be you!"

Alfred just glanced at Rowell, then turned his gaze to the mountain lion soldiers behind him. The vast majority of the people in it were afraid, or fear, their bodies shivering. Can fully illustrate this point. However, more people seemed to be infected by Rowell's words. Their faces also showed a firm spirit, and their hands holding the short-bladed sword hilt became harder.

  "Are you all willing to die for the Howard family?" Alfred's voice was not very loud, but his words were clear.

  Every word, like a thunder, exploded in the hearts of the trembling soldiers.

   "Of course! They are the most proud of the Howard family..."

   "I don't want to die!" A soldier from the Mountain Lion Corps suddenly interrupted Rowell's voice. His mad scream was particularly harsh on this almost silent battlefield.

   "What are you talking about..." Rowell turned around angrily, the **** se on his face looked unusually ferocious.

   But when he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made his hideous face appear a little bit of astonishment and disbelief. He lowered his head a little hard, and what he saw was a mountain lion legion-style short blade that had pierced into his heart. The blood was soaking out at an unstoppable speed, on his white shirt. Quickly spread. Then, he raised his head again with difficulty, looking at the still young soldier looking at him frantically, and under that crazy face, tears were streaming from his eyes and sliding down his face. , Dripping on the pointed chin.

  Rowell faltered back several steps.

  He lifted his right hand to grasp the hilt of the short-edged sword, and then pulled out the short-edged sword with force. This action caused his vitality to drain from his body at a faster speed.

   "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

  The soldier who assassinated Rowell with a knife shook his head frantically.

   "Traitor!"

  A soldier from the Mountain Lion Corps uttered a roar, and then he was about to rush towards the soldier.

At this moment, Alfred’s gaze froze, then he waved his hand at a swift speed to grab a jing iron spear, and slammed the spear towards the one who was trying to kill the assassin Lowe. Soldiers of the Mountain Lion Corps threw away.

  The spear let out a roar of wind and thunder in the air. This shot that was filled with vindictiveness by Alfred pierced the head of the mountain lion soldier at a speed that could not be captured by ordinary eyesight. The moment the spear pierced the soldier’s head, strong grudge burst out suddenly, everyone only heard a "bang" explosion, the soldier’s head burst like a broken watermelon. Come.

  The liquid of red se and white se, mixed with a lot of fragments, splashed out in all directions.

The spear thrown by Alfred did not just fall to the ground. Instead, it penetrated through the bodies of two mountain lion soldiers like a bolt of lightning, and finally pierced the third mountain. The body of the lion army soldier stopped only afterwards.

  The three mountain lion soldiers who were assassinated by the spear were the same soldiers who had the same perseverance in their eyes after listening to Rowell’s words just now.

  Rowell watched the scene before him. He wanted to stop, and wanted to kill the rebellious soldier, but all this was powerless to him after all. There was confusion and confusion in his eyes. He couldn't understand why soldiers killed him. They were the proud mountain lion soldiers of the Howard family. It is the supreme honor to die for the Howard family!

Why?

  Why did you surrender?

Why?

  The blood-stained short blade that pierced his heart fell from Rowell's hand to the ground.

  Then, the lion king of Xiri also followed in the footsteps of this short blade and fell on his back.

  At this moment, the vitality in his body was finally completely drained.

  But when he died, his eyes were not closed, and his eyes were deeply puzzled.

  And the other mountain lion soldiers, after seeing Alfred’s thunderous blow, no one dared to rush to kill the soldier who assassinated Rowell at this moment. Especially when facing the cold eyes that Alfred then glanced over, these mountain lion soldiers lowered their heads one after another, and only a small group of people were still looking at their former commander with the corner of their eyes. , The eyes are full of a kind of helpless sorrow.

  Alfred glanced at Lowell's body, hesitating whether to chop off his head. But in the end, he still didn't do it, because Rowell Howard may be an acting commander, not very effective in personal combat, and he did not dare to charge on the front line of the battlefield, but until the last moment of death, He did not bow his head to his enemy, but chose to stand and die.

  So in the eyes of Alfred, this is still a respectable enemy.

   "I'll say it again." Alfred slowly raised his head, "Surrender, don't kill."

   There was silence.

   Ten seconds later, there was finally a soft sound of a metal object landing.

  It was a soldier of the Mountain Lion Army finally discarded the short blade in his hand.

  If there is the first person to surrender, there will naturally be a second and a third person.

   Soon, the ding of metal objects fell one after another.