Lords of the People: I have the class editor

At this time, the rebels in Bai Feng’s territory had all been assembled.

Blue Stone Grand Duke Eric changed into a uniform, rode on the back of his mount, the Blue Crystal Wyvern, and quietly waited for something before the Ten Thousand Armies.

It wasn’t until a distant flute suddenly sounded in the distance that his eyes suddenly opened.

I saw him pull out the long sword at his waist, raise the sword body, and ordered:

“All attack!”

Hundreds of thousands of troops immediately took action, turned from Jing, and began to march towards the bottom of Baifeng Mountain.

Dragoons soaring into the sky, cavalry galloping, legions marching, a vast and spectacular scene of war, and these are carrying Eric’s ambition to become king, taking him to the royal capital he has always dreamed of.

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At this time, the Plastic Wind Legion was already in mourning, and the commander of the Legion, the head of the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment, and the two dragon knights under the royal family all gathered together.

The expressions on their faces were heavy, because they had just learned that their greatest dependent, Lord Kolotaf, the chief mage of the kingdom and the mage of the Holy Domain, had been assassinated under heavy protection.

Seriously injured and in a coma, he can no longer preside over the release of the forbidden spell, and the 10,000 members of the Kingdom Royal Mage Group are now only 10,000 mages.

Without the greatest deterrent weapon, the Plastic Wind Legion that could not be defended would never be able to compete with the rebels on the main road of Grand Duke Bluestone.

This is a fact that everyone understands.

Having come to their senses, they no longer struggle to track down who attacked Master Kolotaf, because there is no point in it.

A military message also left them no time to think about other things.

“Newspaper! Lord Commander-in-Chief, there are a large number of rebels approaching our side in the direction of Bai Feng, and it can be determined that the rebels of Duke Lanshi have been dispatched in full! ”

Several commanders looked at each other, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent for a while.

After a moment, a dragon knight spoke up to break the silence: “Guys, make a decision, do you want to retreat to the royal capital to defend it, or do you face the enemy head-on here?” ”

This is a dilemma, if you retreat, behind you is Baifeng Mountain and a large area of woodland, the marching speed is definitely not as good as the rebels, you don’t need to think about it, the legion will soon be chased by the rebels, and then chased and fought all the way, there is no way to fight back, and when it reaches the royal capital, how many people can be left in this 100,000 army?

Facing the enemy head-on is also a dead end, but it is not so resigned.

Soon, Musan Maude Xifeng, the leader of the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment, stood up and laughed proudly: “Retreat? Hahaha! Stop laughing! There has always been only an indomitable wind, no wind that scatters and flees! The Shaping Wind Swordsman does not know how to defend the city, and the plain is our home field! ”

“You escort Master Kolotav back to the royal capital, and we will fight this battle!”

Everyone was silent, unwilling to admit it, but it was indeed the best way to do it for now.

Ten thousand Plastic Wind Swordsmen are the soul of this legion, and only the exclusive army array in their hands can compete with the rebel group of Grand Duke Blue Stone and buy time for the retreat of other troops.

If the main force of the legion withdraws to the royal capital, there is still a glimmer of hope in the future, but the end of the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment after the break can be predicted.

This legendary legion will be removed after this battle!

Try to ask if there is no Plastic Wind Swordsman, can it still be called the Plastic Wind Legion?

No one wanted to say the answer, but Howard, the commander of the corps, had to speak.

Just listen to his heavy order:

“Musan Maude, the leader of the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment, obeys the order! Order you to lead all the members of the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment to take the initiative to meet the rebel army in the trade wind grassland and prevent them from continuing to march to the royal capital! ”

“Order!”

Musan Maude tapped his chest twice hard, and then turned around and galloped away without looking back.

Howard also forcibly resisted looking at the back of the decades-old friend’s departure, and continued to order loudly:

“The rest of the troops obey the order and the whole army retreats!”

“Yes!”

Soon, the large battalion of the Plastic Wind Legion was torn into two strands.

A night breeze blows to the steppe, generous, heroic, as free as the wind;

A stream like fireflies thrown into the mountains and forests, grief and silence, carrying the last hope of this kingdom!

Legion Leader Howard knows that tonight’s parting is the difference between life and death!

But he also knows that no matter how much reluctance there is, this is the fate of the military!

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Three days later, a battle report was sent to the royal capital and sent to the elderly king in the sapphire palace:

At the end of August 4999, the 37th year of the Morning Light Calendar, 10,000 Plastic Wind Swordsmen of the Plastic Wind Legion held off the 500,000 rebels of Duke Bluestone in the trade wind grassland.

The two sides fought for two days and one night, and the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment slaughtered 80,000 elite rebels with their exclusive army array, Wind Zhilan.

Later, he confronted the Blue Stone Grand Duke’s mixed army formation and the Steel Forest Mountain Formation, and finally the military array was broken due to reasons such as the size of the military array being far inferior and the physical strength was not enough.

Musan Maude Xifeng, the leader of the swordsman regiment, died on the spot, and the rest of the swordsmen were surrounded by the army, and finally all died in battle!

Because of the sacrifice of the Plastic Wind Swordsman Regiment, the remaining troops of the Plastic Wind Legion, totaling more than 80,000 soldiers, successfully crossed the Baifeng Mountain Range and will withdraw to the royal capital in the near future.

It is expected that within three days, the Blue Stone rebel general will arrive at the city.

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After reading the battle report, the old king closed his eyes wordlessly.

At the same time, Wu Wei’s 200,000 army also left the border area and rushed all the way to the direction of the royal capital.