In order to win, Mordor can not care about any means, after a day of fighting, Mordor temporarily retreated, but when he came in the morning, it was 30,000 people, 10,000 half-orcs and 20,000 humans, and when he went back, there were only more than 8,000 half-orcs left, and those 20,000 humans, all of whom died under the White City, Mordor was very sure that they were all dead, because the wolf cavalry on the edge of the battlefield did not let a lucky human run out of 200 meters alive.

The battlefield was quiet for the time being, but this time, no one thought of taking time to rest, but many people ran to the city to rummage through the corpses, regardless of the safety issues that they were so concerned about yesterday, of course, not to look for those weapons and equipment, but to find even one possible survivor.

For the first time, the White City was quiet, and it was in this environment that the monks of the church seemed to be everywhere, standing in the light, although in the White City, the existence of the church seemed to be unknown except for the top authorities, almost everyone knew about it, but it was the first time that such a bright appearance appeared, but this time, no one attacked the church, because these monks fought with them, experienced death together, and more importantly, these monks were performing a ritual on these dead people as if they had been abandoned for too long:

I saw that around the wide city wall, from time to time I would see a fire, where, the soldiers were gathered in a group, a monk in armor and monk's clothes, holding a wooden cross, whispered to the pile of corpses under the fire, this scene was seen by the small nobles who were the grassroots commanders, but they did not interfere too much, not that they did not want to, after all, the church was also a not very friendly controllable factor for them nobles.

But the actual situation made these little nobles feel a little weird, that is, I don't know when, why are there so many soldiers who are willing to surround the monks?

In addition to the most common miscellaneous soldiers, many southern and northern soldiers actually surrounded the monks, which made the nobles dare not act rashly in an instant, after all, the little nobles were just rich peasants or poor small landlords in ancient times, and in some places, they still had a lot in common with the poor.

Qin Chuan, as the supreme commander of the battlefield, is very rare to walk on the city wall to inspect the situation, he is followed by the loyal attendant knights, their equipment is exceptionally good, even better than the equipment of the knights of Limburg, unlike the mechanized production of Limburg, their weapons and equipment are almost the most proud works of the master craftsmen of the elves, walking on the chaotic battlefield, there is not a trace of dust.

"Adult~"

"Your Excellency the Grand Knight~"

"Sir..."

Qin Chuan has gone all the way, countless soldiers and small nobles have paid tribute, no matter how fucked up the upper echelons of the Terran are, Qin Chuan, as the representative of the peak of the Terran combat power, still has an extremely good reputation among the people.

Of course, Qin Chuan also saw those monks praying around the fire along the way, but for some reason, Qin Chuan chose nothing to do with these people, and this kind of nothing seemed to intensify the unscrupulousness of the bottom even more, but since the supreme commander Qin Chuan didn't say anything, then what could they, the little nobles of the bottom commander, say?

"What about the casualties?"

"After three days of fighting, we have killed nearly seven thousand half-orcs, eight hundred strong orcs, and... Twenty thousand humans!"

"Well, what about our people?"

The adjutant looked at Qin Chuan and said cautiously at the fact that there were no words about the human casualties of up to 20,000:

"Because of the gap in equipment, although we are defending the city, the casualties are still very large, and in three days, we have already suffered 12,000 casualties. ”

Hearing this number, Qin Chuan didn't say anything, and even his knight didn't respond to the joyful tone of joy that was more fortunate than this exchange, but silently looked at the soldiers on the city wall, as well as the brightly lit Mordor camp outside the city, in the distance of the dark earth, one by one new fires accompanied by countless cries rushed to the sky, tomorrow, I don't know how many Terran refugees will be driven to attack the city, Baicheng, as the center of the heaven-given land, has the most fertile land here, and also has the highest density of population, 20,000 people, which is far from one-tenth of all the population that Mordor can find, And as another batch of recruits were replenished and began to be busy cleaning up the battlefield, Qin Chuan retracted his gaze

"Twelve thousand people~ I know that this may seem like a number to you, because our Terrans seem to be able to arm ten, fifty, or even hundreds of such 12,000 people, but have you ever considered how many families are represented behind these 12,000 people?"

Qin Chuan's words made the knight behind him look at each other, this kind of broken family remarks didn't seem to be particularly bought for them, Qin Chuan looked at the praying monk again, the corners of his mouth were almost imperceptibly scrolling up and down, this silence lasted for a while, and as the monk in his eyes finished praying, Qin Chuan calmed down again:

"We lost 12,000 men in three days, and Mordor only lost less than 8,000 men, according to this exchange ratio, are you ready to kill at least 150,000 people to stop Mordor from this invasion?"

Qin Chuan's words made the knights' eyes flash, even if they were pariahs, poor, 150,000 is also an extremely large number, even in a battle with a very high casualty rate, the loss of 150,000 is a desperate loss, Qin Chuan did not speak much after saying this, but continued to walk forward, he wanted to see every place where he had fought, and the crowd didn't know why, when Qin Chuan walked by their side, the white armor brought them infinite peace, and the nerves that were originally conservative and tormented were also relaxed, and they could enter the dream faster.

No one knows how long Mordor will rest this time, the continuous fire in the distance represents countless villages falling into the hands of Mordor, everyone is praying that Mordor is just attacking to get supplies, and there will be other superfluous plans, and at the same time, I hope that this dark night will pass as soon as possible, the 100,000 guards will be less than one-tenth in three days, such a battle loss has greatly hit everyone's morale, if it weren't for the existence of the church, maybe the soldiers would have lost the will to fight, and this, maybe this is the reason why Qin Chuan let these monks go。

The day is bright ~ a new day begins.

The soldiers picked up their weapons and looked into the distance, and a new group of people began to cry and shout forward, there are fewer people today, perhaps many people were frightened and chose to flee overnight, and there are many fewer human beings who will be slaughtered today.

Qin Chuan, who was on the command tower, looked at this scene, his eyes were slightly bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth were imperceptibly loosened up and down again, and then after the crowd reached the attack range, he directly issued the order to attack.

The battle seems to be endless.