The scales of victory are just tilted.

Miller was once reborn in a desperate situation, which is naturally not unreasonable.

Seeing that there was irreversible chaos in his army, Miller calmed down in the shortest possible time, and in an instant, he estimated the losses, formulated tactics, and measured the advantages and disadvantages, as if opening the perspective of God, overlooking the entire battlefield.

Each cut area becomes a musical note, heavy or light, large or small, and then into a set of numbers, a group of numbers that grow or decrease, and finally, converge into an imminent result.

"The sacrifice went around the perimeter to the two wings, controlling the war beasts, the second wolf cavalry phalanx approached the right wing, the harpys and the main battle race compressed the space for the barbarian warriors, those steel monsters... It's a puppet, yes, it must be the masterpiece of the Terran alchemist and the puppet elementalist Iron puppet, everyone avoids the steel puppet, those steel puppets move slowly, avoid them, the rear army forms a flank, quickly lined up, the third wolf cavalry phalanx responds to the Holy Court cavalry, the bear man commander leads the fanged wolf cavalry to retreat two kilometers, ready to fight the main army of the Terrans, tell the bear people, drag me, drag until I solve the wolf tooth tribe and then turn around. ”

A plate of scattered sand, in an instant, there is a clue, and those messy and cut areas are reduced to pieces.

Miller was not afraid of being ambushed, he was not afraid of the destruction of the rear baggage, and even the loss of the animal tamer and a few priests could not make him mess up.

All Miller had to do now was to bring the orc army together again, clenching five fingers into a fist, and then using that fist to pierce everything.

In fact, he did, and soon did.

Because he gave up his baggage.

The elite and barbarians of the Wolftooth Tribe were interspersed with each other, and Miller's several orders kept all the Beamon warriors out of the blade.

The weight cannot be burned in a short period of time, and it is impossible to burn it out.

As a master of playing with fire, how could Miller not be on guard, for the baggage was not only scattered, but also tied together with water-soaked hides, and burned only in a chariot.

Now that he has given up the baggage and pig-faced people in the rear, it is just to let the countless sharp arrows of the Wolf Tooth Tribe gather together, and it is better to break one finger if he hurts ten fingers, and when the countless sharp arrows of the Wolf Tooth Tribe are gathered together, his orc army will also be gathered together again.

Miller never thought of fighting a tug-of-war, a main decisive battle, as long as one is enough, what he was waiting for was also this opportunity, since it was not a tug of war and a protracted war, the baggage was not too important, because it was not far from the border line of Beamon, and those baggage could be worth a few dollars, and once again defeated the Terran army, and even defeated the Wolf Tooth Tribe, which is the really important strategic significance and goal.

He knew that Chu Ci's purpose was nothing more than the same as the last time, to hit the morale of the army by destroying the baggage.

After suffering a loss, he naturally grew wise.

Everything was as Miller thought, those iron puppets, those barbarian warriors, those warriors of war will, and those wind elves, gathered in the baggage area behind the orc army.

A smile tugged at Miller's lips.

The orc army was once again reunited.

Exchanging space for time, for him, time is more important.

This time, there is no intrigue, and the real decisive battle is about to begin!

Bursts of elemental light came from the baggage area, and Miller's eyes narrowed, his gaze focused on a young face.

Like the stars holding the moon, Chu Ci and Yan Entropy walked under the guidance of a group of barbarian warriors wearing crimson armor

The eighth master stepped out of the teleportation circle with great arrogance.

Miller couldn't forget Chu Ci's face even at the moment he died.

"Chu Ci!" Miller clenched his fists: "Today, I will completely defeat you in the Great Wilderness!"

Chu Ci carried a broken hammer and whistled, and the soldiers surrounded the baggage.

Yan Entropy held a one-meter-four knight's sword in each hand, and spit out the cigarette butt on his mouth: "Pull up the cordon, advance three hundred meters, the dwarf air force will disperse, and the wind elf sisters will suppress the visual distance!"

Big Bell tore off the blue-winged python around his neck and threw it to the ground: "For the glory of the chief!"

A hundred warriors roared: "For the glory of the chief!"

The blue-winged python, which had turned into a fighting posture, spit out the snake hyacinth and made a shrill voice: "Kill this group of dogs!"

The warriors buckled their armor and began to charge.

The puppet, which had been standing still, moved again, and the two wings of the warriors began to cover and advance.

The tribal warriors, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, rushed towards the pig-faced warriors who had given up resistance, without the slightest mercy.

Behind the warrior is the corpse of the horizontal and vertical, and in front of the warrior is the shivering pig-faced man warrior.

The fragmented sound and the howl of the pig-faced man weave together a symphony that is not pleasant and heavy.

In this symphony, only the barbarian warriors can hear the final note.

Miller calmly gave one order after another, in just a few minutes, how to restrain the wind elves, how to restrain the steel puppets, how to kill the barbarian warriors, he had already thought about everything, and now, just waiting for the wolf tooth tribe and the barbarian warriors to advance to his predetermined location.

Miller knew that it wouldn't be long before the main army of the Terrans would arrive, and the Wolftooth Tribe clearly wanted to expose themselves to the enemy.

But Miller is not afraid, he is preparing for the Armageddon, even if he loses 20,000 soldiers and drags the Terran army, he will completely defeat the Wolf Tooth Tribe.

He knew that Chu Ci was weaving a huge net for him, binding him in the middle and facing the enemy on his back.

And Miller wants this opportunity, he wants to use 20,000 warriors to bury the Wolf Tooth Tribe, let these 20,000 warriors block the main army of the Terran with their flesh and blood, buy him time, buy enough time to tear the Wolf Tooth Tribe and those barbarian warriors apart.

Miller was busy giving orders, and so was Chu Ci.

The arrogant Chu Ci sent down dozens of teleportation crystals, and one teleportation circle after another stood up.

Led by Goliath, the giants ran out and began to carry the baggage.

Miller sneered.

Chu Ci's greedy face was so ridiculous and childish in Miller's eyes.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and now in the battle of life and death, the other party still has the heart to command the giant to carry the baggage, which is ridiculous, with this time, it is better to stabilize the formation and strive for the activity space on the battlefield.

Chu Ci is indeed quite ridiculous, at least he can't close his legs happily now.

Bundles of wooden arrows, truckloads of dried meat, half-finished steel, improvised armor and weapons, and even heavy vehicles and multi-legged horses were brought into the teleportation circle by the giants.

Goliath's quality is getting lower and lower now, not to mention that all the baggage has been taken away, and all the wooden barrels filled with clean water have been kicked and broken.

Before the change, Chu Ci didn't look down on these rags at all, but since he knew that any metal could make steel puppets, he was now not short of calcium, zinc and selenium, but he was extremely deficient in iron.

Of course, in Miller's eyes, Chu Ci is still a little lacking.

He felt sad for the main army of the human race, there was such a pig teammate who had simply fallen into blood mold for eight lifetimes, and finally occupied the rear and caused the situation of making himself suffer from the enemy, and he was actually unstable in formation but eager to advance and protect the baggage, what is this not a fool?

The cavalry of the Holy Court had already come into contact with the orc wolf cavalry, they were all cavalry, and with Miller's acquiescence, the wolf cavalry opened up a new battlefield, and the sound of the two cavalry teams colliding with swords shook the sky.

Miller didn't look back, he didn't care how many wolf cavalry the Holy Court's cavalry killed, he wouldn't waste time looking back before the main army of the Terrans arrived.

In his eyes, there was only Chu Ci who was "ready" to charge with the warriors.

Miller, holding the hawk-eyed tube, sneered, sneered, and then... frowned.

He suddenly felt that something was not right, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he suddenly said coldly to the herald next to him: "The Harpy Scout has lifted into the air, I want to know how long it will take for the main army of the Terran to arrive." ”

When he led the army to the Great Wasteland, the main army of the Terran was fifty kilometers away, and when the Holy Son Garia and Aldington harassed the army, the Harpy scouts found that the main army of the Terran turned around, so Miller had just guessed that the Wolf Tooth tribe wanted to unite the main army of the Terran to attack him before and after.

The hundreds of harpppies who had received the order rose into the air and scattered in all directions.

The Wolftooth Elite and Barbarian warriors were still rushing there, advancing in an orderly manner under the cover of the Iron Puppet and the Dwarven Air Force.

Those pig-faced warriors have long since lost the courage to fight and are at the mercy of others.

really responded to that sentence, let alone killing, even slaughtering pigs is enough to slaughter for half a day.

The front is in full swing, and the back is also in full swing.

There was so much baggage that even the old ladies of the camp ran out to help transport it.

After a quarter of an hour, the Harpy Herald landed beside Miller.

"Mi Shuai, I didn't find the main army of the Terrans. ”

With a "bang", the hawkeye barrel in Miller's hand fell on the sand.

At this moment, his heart ... Pull out the cold.

Miller's face was as red as blood, and his hair shone brightly.

Rely on Nima, rely on Nima, what Armageddon, you ... TM is here to grab the baggage!

As if to confirm Miller's thoughts, the charging barbarians turned around and ran back.

When Chu Ci and the others drilled back into the teleportation circle, Miller raised his head and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The Knights of the Holy Court, who were originally inseparable from the wolf cavalry, also walked away, waving their horsewhips, leaving no trace of clouds.

In fact, Steng was originally preparing for a decisive battle, and he could only blame Miller for being too good.

When Steng saw that Miller was able to reorganize the military formation in such a short period of time, he had no choice but to give up this idea.

And then... Chu Ci set his sinful gaze on the baggage.

Miller gave up on the Armageddon that he was expecting... That's it, and then, the baggage is gone.

He didn't even dream that the grassroots combat units of the Wolf Tooth Tribe, thousands of barbarians, thousands of Holy Court cavalry, and the main army that had just turned around more than fifty kilometers away, were all to cooperate with the Wolf Tooth tribe to grab the baggage?

Blood was still dripping from the corners of Miller's mouth.

The Armageddon of Bunnyima, what are you doing with such a fierce fight, didn't you shout just now for the glory of the chief, your so-called glory... Is it to rob those broken copper and iron?