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He looked to other generals for help, but no one responded.

The old marshal was shocked to find that he was in the minority and no one supported him.

He instantly understood that they wanted to draw a clear line with him, and they just wanted him to take the blame.

Someone must be responsible for the death of the big boss. Who else but him?

As long as Roland is defeated, no one else has the merit, and he must take the blame and resign.

With his prestige in the military, he won't be jailed, but he should probably retire when he returns.

The old marshal instantly aged ten years, and his voice became weak.

"Leka, the troops are handed over to you. Remember two things. First, the vacated area cannot be too large, and you must attack them when they cross the river. Second, you cannot trust Gruul's remnants, they are human beings after all. !”

"I got it."

Although he disdained the old marshal's cowardice, Lieka knew that he had rich experience, so he listened carefully.

Leka looked at the old marshal without saying a word, but his eyes fell on his butt.

Lennon knew there was no place for him here, so he sighed and staggered toward the door.

He did not return to his coach's camp, but walked silently along the river bank.

The night was so dark that he couldn't see anything in the river.

So what if he could see it. He had personally inspected this river many times. Except for a little more water and grass, it was no different from anywhere else.

He just couldn't sleep.

He walked along the river bank until he was tired and found a big tree to sit down.

Looking back at the camp, where the lights were dimming, he was in a daze and suddenly heard shouts coming from the camp.

The distance was too far and the shouts could not be heard clearly, but the momentum was strong.

His face was a little pale, but also a little relieved.

In any case, Reka quickly boosted the morale of the army after taking over, which was better than him.

Maybe he's really old?

Have you really become a cowardly bastard?

The cold wind in early spring made the uninterested old man feel a little cold. It was indeed not suitable to spend the night by the river in this season.

He stood up and walked towards the camp.

He looked away. Since aging was unavoidable, he would be like a kind old man and help the young man get on the horse and see him off for another ride.

Tomorrow he will beat the drum himself to cheer for the whole army.

He also knows how to boost morale.

The Gruul River is a good place. It does not freeze all year round, and the water flow is abundant. It nourishes hundreds of thousands of people along the bank. The fresh smell of saplings comes from the moist water vapor. It is indeed...

wrong!

How could there be saplings in the river? !It is a shrub with tough wood and is often used to build fences.

If the river is full of shrubs, it is not a river, but a smooth road!

Roland has elves under his command, and they have this ability!

In the flash of lightning, the old commander realized Roland's conspiracy, and he ran quickly like a child.

The rickety figure running under the moonlight is his lost youth and the key to turning the tide of the war.

Roland, Roland, no matter how cunning a fox is, there will be a day when he miscalculates.

"Ha ha!"

The running old man couldn't help but laugh wildly in his heart.

He walked a little far, and actually came to a place several miles outside the camp. It was quite difficult to run back.

But it doesn't matter, he is just old, not dead.

No!He can still eat a whole leg of lamb in one meal, he’s not old!

The running old commander did not notice that under the night, there were elven archers hiding in the trees on the other side.

He didn't even notice that the three elven shooters would attack at the same time very cautiously.

He would not even notice that the speed of these three wind arrows exceeded the speed of sound, and he was hit by the arrows without even hearing the sound of breaking through the air.

Three arrows hit his throat, heart and head respectively.

Headshot, piercing the heart, sealing the throat.

The elves' archery skills are the best in the world, and it is indeed not just a boast.

The old commander didn't even struggle. He couldn't even say a word before he was knocked away by the huge impact of the arrow. He lay straight on the ground and died suddenly on the spot.

The three elven marksmen did not cross the river rashly. The leading team leader took out a few seeds, snapped his fingers to activate the seeds, and shot towards the other side.

A small forest quickly grew up where the old commander died, covering his body.

No one knew that an old marshal died here.

Even the elf archer captain who shot him didn't take it seriously.

He didn't even bother to record the results himself, letting his deputy jot down a note in a small notebook.

"At 22:55 in the middle of the night, shoot an old goblin with red skin and white beard, and bury him under a tree."

The three elven archers continued to lurk, preparing to hunt down the goblin patrols trapped in the darkness.

Their task is to prevent the enemy from discovering the tree species placed upstream.

It's very simple for them.

No one knew that the last chance for the 20 goblin army to survive disappeared in the moment when the bowstring trembled.

All night.

No one bothered the old marshal who was in a bad mood.

The goblin generals were excited, waiting for the opportunity to kill Arrogant Roland.

The next morning, when the first ray of dawn awakened the earth, the two sides began to mobilize.

Roland challenged and Lieka accepted.

This fierce battle that involves both victory and defeat is about to begin.

Roland, riding a horse, shuttled among the troops, shouting loudly to boost the morale of the entire army.

He didn't understand battle command, but he knew that there was a famous war called the Battle of Feishui.

He decided to recreate the Battle of Feishui.

He doesn't know how to fight, but Xie Xuan does.

His battle plan was admired from the bottom of her heart by Yanis.

Agnes even believed that he had the ability to command a division, but Roland firmly refused to admit it.

She thought he was being humble, but she didn't know that he was self-aware.

Seeing the goblin army slowly retreating as agreed, Roland looked back at Woma, who nodded vigorously.

The corners of Roland's mouth rose slightly.

Woma's tribe mingled on the other side.

Yesterday, when Woma collected the remaining troops, he deliberately left several hundred people to defect to the goblins as internal agents.

We will definitely win this battle!Woma clenched her fists and thought fiercely.

Just as he declared victory, Lieka, the commander on the opposite side, also smiled.

He arranged more than 30 giant trebuchets, preparing to surprise Roland.

When Roland himself crosses the river, he fires up the trebuchet.

Although the Gruul River is not a super big river, it is still more than 100 meters wide. It is impossible for Gracia's army to cross the river quickly.

Roland's army can be easily defeated by attacking it halfway across the river.He won't keep any promises.He only wants victory and Roland's head!

Unless Roland's army can fly or run over, they will lose.

The winner can only be him, the new marshal Lieka.

Chapter 120 You are a bit too bloody

A life-and-death battle was imminent, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Apart from the occasional neighing of war horses, there was only the sound of heavy footsteps.

No one spoke, all orders were given via semaphore.

The goblin army made way for an open space as promised.

This open space is not large and can only accommodate 1 people to spread out their formation.Even if the Gracia Army successfully lands ashore, they will still have to face a disparity in strength of one to twenty.

Unless they can fly over.

The new commander-in-chief of the Golden Teeth Plutocracy Army, Lieka, stared at the battlefield, watching Roland command the forward troops to swim across the river and slowly form their formation.

He clenched his fists tightly and was so nervous that he couldn't breathe.

Just when he was nervous, an officer ran over and reported a "trivial" news to him.

Old Marshal Lennon is missing.

He did not return to the camp last night, nor did he leave a note, and his whereabouts are unknown.

Lieka was a little irritated and waved the officer who reported the bad news to leave.

As expected, the old guy was still dissatisfied, so he found a place to hide.

If he failed today, the old guy would definitely come out of some dark hole and laugh at him.

Leka sneered and dismissed the worries of Marshal Lennon's disappearance.

He will never give the old guy a chance to laugh at him. If he is too old to die, he is a thief.Even though he is already an old guy, he still refuses to take the initiative to explode the gold coins. It is simply shameless.

Leka stared at Roland on the other side of the Gruul River. When he saw Roland leading the guards, he also issued an order to prepare the catapult.

As long as Roland successfully crosses the river, the giant trebuchet will block the river, cut off the Gracia Army's backup, and then crush the Gracia Army ashore with an overwhelming numerical advantage of 20:1.

The only regret is that it is difficult to cross the river to pursue the remnants of Gracia's army.

But that's not important. As long as Roland's head is cut off, the war will be over.

He stared closely at Roland's figure, squinted his eyes, raised the clenched command flag, and prepared to issue an attack order.

Roland led five hundred elite elf guards, riding white horses, dressed as if they were going on a trip, and rushed towards the Gruul River.

Leka was stunned.

That is the Gruul River, not a flat road. Does Roland plan to fly over?

As he watched in astonishment, Roland waved his riding crop and continued to accelerate, rushing over as if walking on flat ground.

Leka didn't even know what order to give.

What happened before him was beyond his understanding.

After just a moment of astonishment, hundreds of elven cavalry had crossed the Gruul River and followed Roland to charge towards the goblin army's position.

Behind them, there was a steady stream of human armies following.

Leka's body shook violently and he almost fell off the high platform.

He saw that the Gruul River, which was more than 100 meters wide, was filled with thick shrubs. Most of the water was blocked, rushing out of the river channel and flowing in all directions, and by chance, it poured towards his camp.

Lieka finally understood Roland's tactics.

He used the forest magic of the elves to the extreme.

There is no Gruul River, it is just a plain that looks like a river.

Crossing the long bridge made of bushes, the human army launched a general attack.

Leka's head was about to explode.