Universal Lord: My sixth subordinate screwed me over so badly!

The battle was over, and the battle was over.

Six catapults, plus two large field long-arm catapults, huge rocks actually cooperated with the charge of the White Horse Lord and smashed fiercely at the rebel troops of the David Fleshesev Empire. Now it is not a question of whether they can wait for the arrival of support, but that they are about to be defeated and become the captives of the White Horse Lord!

The subsequent 750 support troops need support time!

This is also the key factor why David Fleshesev asked the White Horse Lord Su Yue for peace, because they need to delay time... But from the current situation... They may not be able to wait for subsequent support! ! !

David Fleshesev looked up at the sky in disbelief.

"Sir, be careful!!"

The guards beside him immediately protected the gloomy old man in the cloak.

"Boom!!!"

The huge rock raised dust outside the forest, and more than 30 bodies were blown into pieces. The gravel rubbed David Fleshesev's face. The blood dripping from his face and the light light passing through the dense forest seemed to outline his face into a pale sign. The paleness symbolized despair.

"Defeat... I'm going to lose!!!"

David Fleshesev's trachea closed and opened strangely.

He was a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

But he never expected to meet a character like the Lord of the White Horse.

"Sir, cheer up!"

The deafening roar came with the explosion of eight catapults, swallowing up the call for advice. They never expected that failure would come so quickly and so suddenly... But the fact is that they are going to be defeated. The array of 300 peasant archers was in complete chaos, with countless archers changing to swords.

The morale itself had already been shaken when they were attacked from the side.

The explosion of the catapult at this moment turned the commotion into a rout.

The white flag was raised high in the air.

This was not a problem that could be solved by how many troops there were, but a rout - David Fleshesev's troops began to rout on a large scale!

"My lord, retreat!"

"The Lord of the White Horse is invincible... We will meet up with Lord Osborne Heywood later, and there is still a chance."

David Fleshesev's eyes were red, and he led his troops to retreat, but the question was? The Lord of the White Horse had the advantage of 8 fifth-level great griffins. Would he allow them to evacuate the battlefield calmly? Under the terrible suppression of strength, under the premise of tactical failure and strategic failure, David Fleshesev understood that even if he retreated. You also need to look at the face of the White Horse Lord! !

"How sad!"

"How terrifying!!"

The former is talking about himself, while the latter is evaluating the tactical training and strategic ability of the White Horse Lord... Whether it is the use of low-level troops as high-level troops, or the terrible morale, and the blessing of the command ability to his subordinates; these are all factors in terms of ability. What scares David Fleishev the most is the ability of the opponent to see through the tactical intentions.

All his tactics were seen through.

Even the delusion of waiting for support was shattered by the rapid insertion and the right-wing pincer attack... At this moment, the White Horse Lord seemed to have become a god in his eyes. David Fleishev is not a believer in a sect. He has not joined either the Franciscan Church or the Holy Order.

Otherwise, faith will be his greatest comfort at this moment.

...

Of the ten cavalrymen led by Walter Lawrence, only two are left by his side.

The bloody fifth-rank noble knight commander watched the second-rank infantry regiment on the front line being defeated head-on, as if being ripped out of the anus by a hyena, and was ambushed and penetrated by the dwarf soldiers of the swarming White Horse Lord... falling into a state of chaos with defeat and lack of command.

The explosion of the huge catapult came from Walter Lawrence's ears, and he was covered in blood.

His own blood dripped behind his ears and on his forehead...

A cavalryman beside him looked at him tremblingly: "My lord... I, I choose to fight to the last moment..." The horse roared, and the body fell to the right.

The White Horse Lord in front of him looked at the cavalrymen of Walter Lawrence who rushed in front of him with interest, as if in a nightmare.

"What's your name?"

The White Horse Lord asked.

He was extremely handsome, and had a typical oriental face. Next to him was a female deputy general with long chestnut hair, silver armor and a gray shirt. In addition

In addition, there was an ugly species with a pale face like a frogman next to them. That ugly face was enough to give ordinary people nightmares, and it could play the role of evil spirits and ghosts in hell at night.

This was the impression Walter Lawrence had when he first met the White Horse General.

"Walter Lawrence..."

The White Horse Lord walked towards him indifferently.

A bright light appeared in Walter Lawrence's eyes...

"Do you want to assassinate?" The White Horse Lord asked.

At the same time, Walter Lawrence's state had shown many negative conditions such as "fatigue", "exhaustion", and "serious injury". Humans are not tireless machines. The rapid march of large troops requires physical strength, and even abandons baggage and supplies. The imperial rebels are not actually fully prepared. Before that, they had killed and fought in the territory of the human empire.

Walter Lawrence raised his sword. The blood had already blurred his vision. His eyelids were like two iron gates that kept trying to close.

The tinnitus caused by the bombardment of the large field catapult made him unable to hear the surrounding sounds.

It was like a faint sound coming from a very far distance.

"Keng!"

Su Yue picked it up casually.

Walter Lawrence's sword flew out and landed on the horse corpse next to him...

"I'll give you a chance, be loyal to me... or die on the battlefield with your companions."

Walter Lawrence's vision was blurred, pale, and he knelt on one knee...

"You are an imperial rebel, burning, killing, looting, and following that guy's name? Da what?"

The perfect chestnut-haired female adjutant said: "David Fleishev..."

The White Horse Lord smiled and said: "Okay, Europa, I know, David Fleishev. These people's names are really hard to remember... Send someone to catch him, don't let him run away."

"Understood."

Walter Lawrence looked up, with a defeated look in his eyes and a dirty face splashed with mud.

Compared with the clean and holy body of the White Horse Lord.

"Want to live?"

"Sir, his ears have been deafened by the explosion."

"Is that so."

"Want to live?" Su Yue thought that since he had made a mistake, he would try again. He bent down and asked beside Walter Lawrence in the chaotic battlefield.

Walter Lawrence's Adam's apple rolled... and nodded.

"Then pledge allegiance to me."

"Don't knights fight for their masters? If you pledge allegiance to me, your life should be saved, right?"

Walter Lawrence knelt on the ground and looked up at Su Yue.

He slowly lowered his once noble head as a knight noble. At this moment, in front of this white horse general, there was no so-called noble knight leader, no fifth-level hero, but only a loser who was bowing his head to the winner, putting down all his pride and glory.

"Take him back to the territory, prepare to gather the remaining troops, and we will withdraw."

Ragnar, the submersible scout of the Innsmouth people, has informed Su Yue of all the information about the follow-up support troops. Now he only has more than 400 people left. It is good to continue fighting, but Su Yue still plans to return to the territory and wait and see.

The main reason is that the soldiers in his troops have exhausted their physical strength.

And now he has to transport all eight catapults back as soon as possible...If one is damaged in the battle, Su Yue's mentality will probably explode.

"The body can't be brought back...Too many people died..."

"Let Abraham do it himself."

Su Yue thought.

In fact, he chose to take Walter Lawrence under his command, and he didn't care about his character and morality at all. Su Yue didn't feel any psychological pressure at all to accept this leader of the imperial rebel cavalry who burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evils-what kind of things are in his territory?

A believer of the Devil Cult, a second-stage loan shark, slave trader, gambler of the Devil Cult, and a bankrupt.

Evil?

Sorry, Abraham is a serious big devil!

He is afraid of everything, but not the joining and erosion of evil forces.

Comparing evil with me?

Who is more evil than Cthulhu and the Old Ones? Who is more terrifying than the evil gods in the Cthulhu mythology? In his opinion, no matter how cruel and brutal Walter Lawrence is, he can't be more troublesome than Abraham. He can control Abraham, a serious big devil, but he can't control a leader of the imperial rebel cavalry?

At this moment, Su Yue looked at the lord's log information!

"Congratulations to the player for winning an epic and glorious battle. You defeated Legions (countless): 1000+ human imperial rebel troops and obtained: gold coins x640,000 units, wood x24

41, first-level weapons x520, second-level armor x202, third-level weapons x46, fourth-level armor x14..."

"Because of your outstanding performance, the title of 'White Horse Lord' began to spread in the human empire."

"Your scout, Ragnar of Innsmouth, successfully conducted a counter-reconnaissance. The dwarf scouts watched the entire process of your battle. Your dwarf reputation +1."

"Abraham stole battlefield souls. Your battlefield soul count -500."

"????"

Su Yue suddenly saw a message on the lord's log.

Damn, a large group of merchants and the farmers and refugees behind them all followed Abraham and began to frantically collect the gold, silver, treasures, weapons, equipment and armor on the corpses. Su Yue was wondering before, didn't you have to pick up equipment yourself in the battle? Why was the harvest so fast?

"This old six! "

Abraham's curled mustache is very iconic. He looked at Su Yue and said with a smile: "Great master, you have won another great victory! I didn't expect to capture a hero of the human empire... Although his soul is not pure and has some malice, these are all small problems, right?"

"... What the hell did you do in my territory again?"

Abraham smiled and said: "Nothing, nothing... Great master, your reputation as the Lord of White Horse has spread far and wide. As a minister, I also feel honored. "

"..."

"Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Abraham whispered something beside Su Yue. The words of the first member of the territory parliament made Su Yue speechless.

"Beggar monks? The monastic order of the Holy See? "

Abraham said: "You have to make the decision for me. The church of the Holy Order is too bullying. They even came to our Devil's territory to preach... and they also want to attract refugees to join the church and be baptized, and join the so-called holy and bright faith? Sir, this is not a slap in my face, this is a slap in your face!"

"..."

Su Yue frowned slightly. He didn't know the reaction of Europa and the Holy Camp before. Now it seems that the establishment of the Devil's Sect seems to have attracted the attention of the local church.

Abraham smiled and said: "We also captured two God's Chosen players."

"Oh?"