Fabaylau's 13th Corps appeared at the other end of the battlefield near sunset, the scattered procession was almost undisciplined, the armor of the soldiers was half draped over their shoulders, and some of them carried their spears on their shoulders without respect.

The chaotic noise is exactly like a flock of wild ducks that have been forcibly driven, and suddenly find a mudflat full of food, first rushing forward in a disorderly manner, and then standing there in a dazed and chaotic manner, it is difficult to line up in a straight line,

Most of them are some gentlemen from Kyoto, or some defeated nobles, the reason why they joined the army, is completely to win the identity of a Mamunuk's knight, the cruel war for them, is completely unimaginable, they are ordinary people, not soldiers, this can be seen from their pale as paper, staring at the battlefield in the distance,

They were the product of the great nobles of Kyoto to maximize their money, and because of the financial constraints of the kingdom, the Sultan had acquiesced in many shady acts, including this kind of identity trafficking.

Those powerful people, while awarding these guys the status of Mamunuk's knights, also assured these rich landowners who had not even trained for a day,

They will never be sent to the battlefield, but now, they find themselves on the battlefield, the situation can be described as an earthquake, the blood in the distance almost stained half of the mountain, the tragic sound of the battle can be heard clearly from a distance of more than ten miles, the miserable howl of the wounded soldiers, the shocking assassination, is enough to make these ordinary people who have never been on the battlefield, before they have been pushed up, there has been a great chaos

"Didn't you say you didn't have to go to war? Why did you bring us to such a place!"

A soldier of the 13th Corps threw the weapon in his hand to the ground with a pale face, and the scene of blood flowing in front of him made him sit on the ground in fright, shouting hysterically, his shouting made the already chaotic team have not yet entered the battle, and there has been a phenomenon of collapse, judging from the current situation, the possibility of being lined up as a reserve is becoming more and more obvious

A group of law enforcement cavalry came from a distance, and these chaotic noises quickly attracted the attention of the third prince, Fu Harris, who was not far from them

"This is the Thirteenth Legion of that ugly woman's son?"

His gaze swept over the legion that was comparable to a hornet's nest in the distance, and the third prince Fu Harris, who was riding on a white warhorse, twitched the corners of his eyes, and snorted at the corners of his mouth

"Hehe, what a funny guy!"

"What's going on with this Thirteenth Legion?" "At Forharris's side, a two-meter-tall general Mamunuk said with great dissatisfaction and indignation, "The other legions have been fighting for a day, and these loose guys are late, it's really unbelievable! If I were the commander, I would definitely be the first to send such guys to the front line, and let the enemy's sword teach them, what is a Salande warrior!"

He was the lieutenant of Forharris, a famous warrior of the kingdom, the Marquis of Porkin, and the three-time champion of the Knight of Mamunuk's Tournament in Kyoto. The tall and sturdy man stood beside the emaciated Forharris, like a swarthy iron tower, wearing heavy armor, a large chin, a bare head, some hair that had just turned white and was a little thin, and a pair of sleek eyes that shone with a fierce spirit

"Don't worry, General Movi!

Of course, the third prince Fu Harris knew what his deputy was angry about, but instead of complying, he kept staring at a figure standing on the hillside in the distance, his face was full of solemnity, and the corners of his mouth were not angry but smiled

"I think we may have overlooked a point, if because of this guy's lateness, and the director of the encirclement and suppression of tens of thousands of troops this time is abandoned, I am afraid that the most angry jumper is not us, it should be my eldest brother who hopes to rely on this battle to establish his status as the crown prince in one fell swoop, this plan was proposed by him personally, and now such a good opportunity, how could he let it go!"

"You mean that His Highness and his First Order of Mamunuk have left Kyoto......? That...... Kyoto is not. Completely empty......"

Sensing the meaning of the words of the third prince Faucles, the face of the fat Marquis of Polkin suddenly changed,

This news is really shocking, the first Mamuuk regiment of the eldest prince, but the royal forest army directly under the royal family, the number is 25,000 people, if you count some logistics, the number of people accounts for more than half of all the armies in Kyoto, and it is the absolute force to defend Kyoto,,

Although he is only the commander of the peripheral army, and he has no access to the secrets of the high-level, he also knows that the strength of the entire Kyoto is only 60,000, and this battle, the mobilization of 15,000 people to defend the periphery has caused a huge defensive hole.

"I know what you're thinking!"

The third prince Fu and Rees sighed, and a trace of inexplicable love flashed in their eyes, "Originally, according to the plan, this battle should be ended as quickly as possible, and then return to Kyoto immediately, but unfortunately, this is just our wishful thinking, my eldest brother, obviously has other plans, and now that he has a heavy army, I am afraid that it will not be so simple to give up"

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?" Polkin's face was stunned, and the content of what Fu and Rees said was really a bit rebellious, His Majesty the Sultan had 4 sons, but the crown prince had not yet been established, in this case, the meaning of His Royal Highness's words made people feel their hairs stand on end when they think about it,

"Don't you see that?" the third prince Fu and Rees smiled bitterly at the corners of their mouths, pointing to a group of Salander troops in the distance who were retreating backwards, and said, "You should also find out, our troops are obviously several times more than those Vykians, but every time we send them out, there are some legions that are not strong in combat,

We and that waste are both threats in the eyes of the big brother, and we are even lined up in the attack sequence at noon tomorrow, and my scheming big brother obviously wants to wait until the other party is exhausted before personally executing the final blow!"

"No wonder! I'll just say, how come it is that some miscellaneous cards rushed upwards and made our real Salander warriors lose face!" Marquis Polkin's face suddenly realized, and he secretly counted the legion sequences sent to the battlefield today in his heart, and had to admit this fact,

"Actually, that guy is very smart!"

The third prince Fu and Rees turned their heads to look at Fu Bailou, who was still sorting out the team in the distance, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly, it has been an hour, but his army is still in chaos, even the law enforcement team can't control this group of old soldiers,

These people don't want to go to the battlefield, even if there is a slight big movement, they can immediately bomb the camp, for example, now, those old soldiers are holding weapons in their hands, surround more than a dozen cavalry members of the law enforcement team,

As for the emaciated shadow, it was a leisurely look, like a passerby, standing not far away to watch the excitement.

Fuhe Reese said with a hint of bitterness in his mouth, and his eyes were complicated

"Did you see it, I dare to promise, that guy definitely did it on purpose, and I only found out when I arrived, it turned out that the real protagonist was not me, I was just cannon fodder used to delay time!

"But isn't he afraid that His Highness will punish him?" asked Polkin with a puzzled expression

"Hehe, you don't understand!" The third prince Fu and Reese smiled at the corner of their mouths, "His lazy and lazy appearance is the best cover for His Highness! No one cares about a waste, not to mention that this waste doesn't have any military ability, sometimes I also think that if his mother is not a maid, he may be the most promising of our four brothers!"

"You mean Fourth Highness, he is pretending to be ......!" Marquis Polkin's voice was full of surprise, and his eyes couldn't help but look at the thin and resolute figure standing in the distance, the whole of Kyoto knew that this Fourth Highness was completely a shame for His Majesty the Sultan,

An irreparable mistake made at the wrong time, in the wrong place,

Therefore, most of the Salander nobles have an attitude of looking at jokes to treat this fourth highness, but they didn't expect that the third highness, who has always been famous for his ingenuity and intelligence, would give such a high evaluation of this royal family's shame.

"Haha, an honor student who graduated from the Paraven Military Academy can be an idiot who doesn't understand military affairs, do you believe this kind of thing?" The third prince Fu and Reece laughed and said, "It's a pity that he is still a little tender, and sometimes he has done it, and it is also very dangerous!"

On a small hillside outside the city of Baiku, a middle-aged man wearing gorgeous armor was staring at the Salander army attacking the hillside in the distance.

The reddish-brown hair has some gray at the end, a pair of flexible and sharp eyes, like light blue pearls, with a calm and thoughtful look, and the well-defined face leaves a natural violent temperament.

"It's almost time, let's stop here today, let Lermontov's legions withdraw!

The middle-aged man looked up at the glow that was about to set the horizon, waved his hand to the herald behind him, and the melodious trumpet sounded, and the Salander army attacking in front retreated again,

Several Mamunuk generals followed him nervously, and the flag representing the commander-in-chief of the army fluttered above his head, he was the great prince of the Kingdom of Salander, Forman Roland

His Majesty the Sultan's most trusted prince, recognized by the royal family, passed the examination of the junior Mamunuk knight at the age of ten, and at the age of fifteen, with the approval of His Majesty the Sultan, he was appointed as the deputy commander of a Mamunuk's regiment as the best graduate of the Mamunuk Academy, and it was once speculated that the throne of His Majesty the Sultan was likely to fall on the head of this great prince,

As the third prince Fu Harris thought, if this war is over, the appointment of the eldest prince as the crown prince is absolutely a sure thing, and this time His Majesty the Sultan has handed over such an important command to His Royal Highness the eldest prince, which is the proof of this rumor,

"Your Highness stays!"

At this time, the Legion Commander Lermontov, who had just been called down, came from the front in a dusty body: "I want to know, why let me retreat, I lost 2,000 of the best soldiers before rushing forward, you let me come down like this, let me explain to the soldiers of the legion!"

His face was full of anger, just now his regiment had rushed up the first hill, and he was about to become the first regiment commander to establish a meritorious service, but the order to withdraw from the rear made him suffocated

He is not the commander of the previous few miscellaneous legions, he is the commander of the regular legion, and he is also a great nobleman in Kyoto, even if he faces His Royal Highness the noble prince, his face is blocked on the road without fear,

"Are you questioning me? Commander Lermontov!"

Forman Rolland's calm and terrifying gaze, like a sharp sword, stared directly at this guy who dared to offend himself in front of him, which made Lermontov feel a chill in his heart, and realized that he had lost his words, but in the current situation, there was nothing to do but go up

"The blood of the warriors of Salander stained that hill red, and the lives of thousands of brothers were thrown on it!" Lermontov's lips trembled, pointing to the hills in the distance, and his voice carried a hint of weeping, "If there is no reasonable reason, not only will I be dissatisfied, I believe that all the generals present will disagree!"

"Yes, you think the same way!"

Forman Rolland's arrogant gaze swept over, and the generals who were seen lowered their heads one after another, this day's battle was indeed very aggrieved, and they couldn't rush, they couldn't retreat, and they had to put on a posture of fighting to the death, which was too torturous, looking at those rows of soldiers who fell on the hills, which general wasn't heartbroken!

Forman Rolland's face was solemn, and he said with a cold expression, "As the commander-in-chief of the battle, I have no obligation to explain my combat intentions to you, but for the sake of your many years of service to the royal family, I will violate His Majesty's secret order and reveal a little to you" Forman Rolland paused in his voice, raised his finger and pointed to the hillside with the flag of the Wiki Army flying in the distance

"Have you ever heard of the truth of boiling frogs in warm water, if you put a frog in boiling water, the frog will jump away, if we put it in warm water, it will slowly lose the most basic vigilance, and finally die in boiling water, those Vecchians are the same as frogs, we have no control over the sea, if the whole army presses, the other side will immediately choose to evacuate from the coast, we can only weaken the attack step by step, and when the other party relaxes its vigilance, the whole army will press and give the other party a fatal blow! Otherwise, it will be too difficult for us to think of getting the next chance!"

After listening to Forman Rolland's words, Lermontov lowered his head in embarrassment, and the other corps commanders were also full of apologies

Lermontov looked at the red faces of his other colleagues, stepped forward, and bowed respectfully to Forman Rolland

"I'm sorry, I was too reckless! I didn't expect His Highness's vision to be so far-reaching, it is my honor to be able to fight under the command of His Highness! It is also the honor of all Salander warriors, I believe that the souls of those three thousand warriors will also bless us with success in this battle!"

When the generals left, the corners of Forman Roland's cold mouth showed a sly smile,

In fact, this battle plan itself was formulated by him, and it should have been clearly explained at the arrangement meeting, but saying it at this moment can undoubtedly have the greatest effect of gaining the loyalty of the generals.

The night gradually darkened, and the sun slowly disappeared from the west reluctantly, but its afterglow seemed to be nostalgic for this bloody battlefield, and it could not be dissipated for a long time.

The wisps of sunset afterglow slanted on the blood-stained stones, reflecting this Shura's hellish battlefield even more tragically. The torn military flag looked particularly sad in the dim sun,

And those ownerless war horses are also whispering mournfully in the sun, and the whimpering trumpets echo in this desolate land, tugging at the heart of every Mamunok's knight.

The gray sky was pitch black, there were no stars, no moon, not even wind, as if the confrontation between Salander and the Wiki Army had condensed the heavens and the earth, the air seemed to be very heavy, breathing was very difficult, and many people could feel the rapid beating of their hearts.

A boundless tension hung silently over every man on the land from all sides, whether it was looking over the Dylan battleship or from the Salander camp, all that could be seen was a continuous stream of fire.

The Salander army besieging the city burned a large number of fires at the head of the city to prevent the Wikibians from raiding. In the same way, the Wikibians planted a large number of wooden torches around the hillside tents, which were soaked in vegetable oil and burned very violently, illuminating every inch of the open space as bright as day.

The ruins of Baiku in the middle of the night were unusually cold. The wind on the surface of the sea whistled through the ruins, making a shuddering sound, as if the gods were roaring, or as if the wounded gods were groaning and struggling in pain. Feeling each ruin up close, it seems that you can faintly feel the trembling of the ruins, as if a fierce war is also going on inside.

Pushiri patted the dust on his body, and felt that his rough and dark face, which had been blown by the sea breeze all the year round, was actually a little painful by the night wind, and he could imagine the fierceness of the night wind.

The climate here is really amazing, the temperature difference between day and night is too great, at least more than 30 degrees. At noon, the whole body was sweaty, and I wanted to take off my armor cleanly, but now the sweat was blown by the cold night wind, and immediately began to freeze, sticking tightly to the body, making people feel very uncomfortable,

Many of the Dylans hoplites quietly untied their armor, and a day of fierce fighting had cost them a third, but fortunately they were close to the battleship group, and the wounded soldiers could be sent to the ship in time, with Dylans' pharmacist on it, although the number was a little smaller, but at least it was able to keep most of the wounded soldiers until the arrival of the transport ship

"Captain, look!" a Darrens scout crept up from the bushes next to him, pointing to the Salander camp in the distance, "Damn, the Salanders are really bloody this time! This is the seventh regiment to be transferred, I really didn't expect there to be so many Salanders in these Salanders"

Hearing the voice of the scout, Pushiri hurriedly raised the lookout in his hand to look over, and suddenly gasped,

I saw the military flags displayed in the camp of the Salanders, and from time to time I could see groups of infantry moving, spears like forests, metal armor dangling red pipes in the firelight, dense large shields almost like the countless scales of a dragon, rolling in the dust in the distance,

The cavalry's horses were galloping past like changing lanterns, and it could be seen that the Salanders were adjusting their attack deployment overnight.

Some military flags that have not appeared before are constantly appearing in the front line, piled up like echelons, and the troops with larger losses are quietly replaced, densely packed with figures, looking like a group of black shadows from a distance, and other military flags are also moving, either behind these new flags, or placed in the front, at a glance, it is the kind of posture that is ready to be pressed by the whole army,

Pushiri's eyes flickered, staring at the Salander army in the distance, secretly calculating in his heart, with his sophistication and calmness, he also licked his lips a little nervously,

He has been squatting here for half a night, good guy, just this half night, the Salander army seen from the lookout glass, at least about 20,000 troops have been replaced, which is 3 times the number of Dylans's army, so it is estimated that the number of Salander's army is 40,000 outside, which is still a conservative estimate,

It can be seen from the signs on the military flag that what has been replenished now are all powerful new forces that have just arrived. It can be seen from their movements and lineups that these people are absolutely brave warriors, and their physique and momentum that are far stronger than ordinary soldiers can be felt through the lookout glass.

"It seems that the previous attack was nothing more than the smoke of the Salanders! I'll just say, how come the army of tens of thousands of people can't even fight a single one!" Pushiri pursed his lips with a strange face, waved his hand to the scouts next to him, and said in a low voice, "Report to the top immediately, the Salanders are not only hiding more than double the strength, but also replacing the battle-damaged troops with elite troops, and should be preparing to launch the final blow tomorrow!"

"Smack"

The information was put heavily on the table by Dylan Kelly, her mature and beautiful face was full of solemnity, and she was secretly glad that she was lucky to have a heart, otherwise she didn't even know how she died, and the Salander commander on the opposite side was too cunning, and he actually used thousands of Salander casualties to hide his last intentions,

"This guy is really capable of shady people! 40,000 troops, even if they push, they can also bulldoze this small place!"

Thinking of the cunning of the opponent, Dylan Kelly hated itchy, if it wasn't for a careful eye, tomorrow might be the date of the total destruction of Dylans' army

"Come on, please all the generals, I'm going to have an emergency meeting!" Dylan Kelly pushed open the door of the cabin and shouted to the guards standing at the door, and soon a dozen generals came in through the door,

"Master!" said a dozen generals Dylans as they stood in a row