I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"No way?"

Standing on a high mountain, Du Lin and others saw the second 'Meteor Arrow' passing overhead, their eyes widened.

In this short period of time, they have almost learned the legend of Arash, the history of panhumanity.

It is precisely because his arrow separated the boundary and his own body was broken that he was called the brave man who saved the world.

Of course, the legend must also have a symbolic color.

Under the influence of this era, under this weird 'element', the kind of great and selfless story begins to feel different at this moment.

An arrow was shot from the Persian army, arcing through the central battlefield, and fell directly on the 'enchantment of ten thousand people' condensed by the unrecovered Turku army.

This time there was no exception, and the violent roar of arrows exploded behind the Turku army.

Only a flame rising like a mushroom cloud was seen, and the enchantment displayed was directly shattered.

The air waves floating in the field were no longer enough to shock, surrounding the central ravine, the armies of both sides stopped at the same time with the violent breath.

They had already seen the rear of the Turku army, a huge deep pit that looked like it had been smashed by a meteorite, and the scorched black smoke of gunpowder drifted from it.

The pain and wailing of countless Turku troops came from behind.

Such voices not only have an impact on friendly forces, but can also increase the morale of the Persian army.

Seeing this result, King Manucheher laughed out loud, and his voice reached the ears of the entire Persian army without anger and prestige: "All the troops attack!"

Seeing this scene, Du Lin and others felt that the world was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

"Commanders (kings) who can manipulate elements, elite combat units (generals), group battle magic (arrays)... This world is really interesting." Saiseiin Kiara said playfully.

"I don't think there is anything interesting, it will only increase the difficulty!" Du Lin said blankly.

"Perhaps you can use this method to conquer this Obscure Belt. I can be your military advisor."

"To shut up!"

Snapped!

"Woo..." Kiara Sesshoin clutched his buttocks, the man in front of the watery ground, the indignation in his eyes matching her expression was not so much annoyance, but a seductive licentious bodhisattva.

Hei Zhen stared at her with unkind eyes, signaling her not to cross the line.

"Enough is enough, the war is going to be crushed one-sidedly. We have been watching for so long, it's time to pay our respects to Arash!"

"The war is over. Assuming that the Persian king got the Turku Army's "Sambo Mill" and had the resources to develop his troops, Arash should not be rescued by that king again. It is not good for us to go now. "Lai Guang analyzed.

"No, it's just right."

"Is that so?" Lai Guang's mother knew that this person was yearning for the flames of war, and looked at her Master lovingly: "Well, let's go!"

……

After spending half an hour, Du Lin and the others came down from the high mountain, then used magic to disguise their appearance, and walked towards the camp of the Persian army.

With Arash's arrow breaking the defense of the Turku army, the battlefield has begun to crush the Turku army in a one-sided manner. The king's senior generals charge forward, and the battlefield they are in is behind. Some soldiers can be seen cleaning the battlefield.

Disguising himself as a Persian soldier did not bring about any abnormal conditions.

They easily entered the barracks. It can be seen that some of the wounded soldiers after the war were inside the big tent and some were outside.

"Young man, are you from outside the mountains?" A veteran with a white beard on the battlefield helped the young man to bandage his body, and looked curiously at Du Lin and the others who came over.

Like other soldiers who came to fight, they wished to wear the most shabby clothes at home, but all of them in front of them were luxurious and clean, as if they had just bought them from a blacksmith shop to eat and drink.

What was even more speechless was that there was a two-year-old milk baby lying on her body.

Is this treating the battlefield like a child's play?

Du Lin and the others were slightly surprised after being seen through, but they were never so confident that no one could see through.

"You don't reject us?"

"Heh, I really want to exclude outsiders, these Persian and Turku troops from another world have been wiped out as early as a month ago.

Now almost half of the entire military camp is joined by people from the local world!The army led by the king of Persia in another world is only about 3%. " said the veteran.

"So that's how it is." Now Du Lin understood why the soldiers guarding the door didn't expose him.

The results are all 'my family'?

"Isn't this way of joining a bit casual?" Lai Guang couldn't help but said.

"It's normal. The Persian army wants to win a lot of elements, and the soldiers who depend on the Persian army want to get part of it and work for it. This is a very fair deal!

If we talk about traitors, the officers are basically controlled by the king and general of the Persian army, and those officers have the authority to distribute elements, which is like holding the lifeblood of us outsiders.No one will be a traitor anymore! "

"If people from a village appear in two different troops, wouldn't that mean killing each other?" Lai Guang asked again.

"When a man goes to the battlefield, his life is already at stake. Even if it is a father and son, there is only fighting in the battlefield." The veteran said disdainfully.

Du Lin thought of a joke about a mercenary in the memory screen—"Now there are no natives in Syria, and they are all mercenaries from their hometown. My uncle shot me with a machine gun in the enemy yesterday. JPG"...

But now is not the time to care about this matter: "Old man, do you know which barracks the brave Arash is in?"

"Arash...that is definitely a noble hero with peace in his heart on the battlefield. This war, which is unknown when it will end, is also thanks to him, but the end means..." The veteran sighed With a sound, he pointed to a camp not far away.

In the camp guarded by the generals, Durin used magic from a distance to see a king wearing a crown, mourning in front of a bunch of bloody youths: