Anthony stopped all his movements and stood still, staring intently at the fireballs that whistled like a swarm of bees.

To the eyes of others, he seemed to be frightened by this ferocious wave of magical attacks, and had no idea how to react.

The Aberdeen warriors who fought alongside Anthony had seen his previous nimble skills and fierce performances, and they had a little more confidence in him. I feel that Anthony is in danger, has a calm temperament, and is trying his best to think about countermeasures.

Of course, it's safer for ordinary people to take a step back.

Neither enemy nor friendly forces guessed the facts. What Anthony is thinking at the moment is not related to the situation he is facing, and there is nothing about it.

The moment he saw those fireballs, the first thought that flashed through Anthony's heart was:

Bet right!

Since following the Aberdeen counterinsurgency army to the south, in addition to being dragged by the Sword Master to show the bloody passion of killing the enemy on the battlefield, Anthony has always been a watchman. As a bystander or learner, silently observe, absorb and digest these valuable battlefield combat experiences.

Now, his observational research has come to an end. More importantly, he had guessed Frankie's purpose and intentions, and had seen the perilous predicament facing Aberdeen's army. Without some response and change, and let the situation continue as it is now, Frankie's bold plan is likely to become a reality.

Anthony was not the commander of the army, and General John was not a man who was easy to be persuaded of. At the level of the marching formation of the army, Anthony can play a very small role.

Anthony did not want to use his brains in the command and voice of the army. Every nook and cranny of the counterinsurgency army, from top to bottom, is deeply marked by Aberdeen, and it is by no means possible to solve all problems by tackling one General John.

Moreover, the risks and turmoil involved in the change of power, especially in the case of non-peaceful transitions, are definitely not small. Even if Anthony gets the command of the army, eliminates the hidden dangers in the army, reorganizes the troops, and finally forms combat effectiveness, I don't know how much time it will take. With today's situation, Anthony can't afford to wait.

Don't forget, the opposite is the famous mainland general Frankie, who will quietly watch you carry out a military coup and do nothing? Don't be careless, make a sandpiper and clam fight, the fisherman profits, and cheapens the Taranto rebels for nothing, that's really making people laugh off their big teeth.

Since the upper route did not work, Anthony decided to do the opposite.

Changing the situation of the battle through the mobilization of troops in the formation is naturally the most effective, convenient and fast. However, at the lowest level of the troops, when the soldiers who rushed to the front line carried out the combat mission of the commander, the situation caused by some intentional or unintentional actions can also dominate the overall situation.

For example, the defeat of Ironwood Town was due to the lack of coordination of some of Taranto's troops.

Therefore, even if you are in the midst of a chaotic killing field, as long as you make careful preparations and arrangements in advance, find the right time on the battlefield, and launch it in one fell swoop, you may not be able to achieve the same effect.

So, Anthony disguised himself as an inconspicuous soldier and mixed in with ordinary soldiers, seeing this critical moment and suddenly attacking. With a small point on the battlefield, Taranto's entire front was involved, and their plan for a quick retreat was stirred into the quagmire.

If time drags on, Taranto's army will inevitably not be able to last in this state of retreating. As long as one moment is not careful, a fatal flaw may be revealed at any time. At that time, I am afraid that the scene of the debacle of Ironwood Town will be repeated.

Of course, Anthony knew very well in his heart that the chances of such a scenario were slim.

After guessing Frankie's whole plan, it is natural to understand that successfully organizing a retreat is a very important part of his plan. It can be said that the entire battle plan of Taranto's side was spliced together through successful retreats again and again.

This link is so important that Frankie must have made a lot of careful arrangements on it to ensure that this difficult action can be successfully carried out again and again.

Like the debacle in Ironwood Town, I don't know how many coincidences and unexpected factors combined to finally form this result that made Frankie fall into blood mold.

This result is inherently uncontrollable and cannot be replicated.

With a painful experience in the past, how could Frankie not do the corresponding countermeasures. It is more practical to hope that such a good thing will happen again than to pray that the Emperor of Riga will suddenly be kind and order the withdrawal of the army.

Therefore, if you don't pull out this nail of yourself, Taranto's army will not want to retreat safely.

But it's not easy to deal with yourself.

In Anthony's mind, Frankie had only two choices: either he would send a martial arts master as well, and a martial arts master of the Golden Fighter level or above to deal with him. Either that, let the mage troops shoot, and it must be with all their might.

And Anthony's target is Taranto's mage troops!

Of course, Taranto's side didn't know who he was, let alone his strength. In the face of his provocation, how he will face it is not something he can control. He can only do his best and obey the destiny of God.

The dozens of fireballs that roared showed that things were going in the direction he had hoped. Whether the final result can achieve his expected goal depends on whether General John can grasp this rare fighter.

Until then, Anthony has to work hard to add a spoonful of oil to the fire.

It was too late, and as soon as his mind was racing, dozens of terrifying fireballs had already flown in front of him.

Anthony suddenly moved!

From extremely static to extremely moving, it can really be described as quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit.

He raised his arms, raised.

With the shaking of his arm, the "chaos" who had tried the edge for the first time trembled slightly. Crossing the arcs of the Xuan, it seemed to meet the first few fireballs that came slowly.

If a martial arts master from another world sees it, his eyes will inevitably be round in surprise and his chin will fall to the ground.

Anthony actually fused the sword intent of the Taiji Sword into the martial arts moves!

The fireball crashed into the pole with great speed, and it was no surprise that it slammed into the pole.

What is surprising is that none of the fireballs that exploded as soon as they were touched exploded exploded. Instead, it was like a bouncy red ball that hit the pole and bounced off in other directions.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fireball that flew into the distance immediately changed from a well-behaved red ball back to a deadly killing machine. In a violent explosion, the lives were ruthlessly wiped away, and even the screams did not have time to come out.

Master!

Frankie's eyes narrowed, a dangerous chill glinting in his pupils.

This lightly armored soldier has always been inconspicuous, and even if he has overturned six of Taranto's elite soldiers as soon as he comes up, Frankie is only concerned about the consequences caused by his appearance. Guess if he was a blind cat who ran into a dead mouse, or if he did have an unusual sense of smell on the battlefield.

As for his personal strength, whether his martial arts cultivation is high or low, Frankie didn't pay attention to it at all.

Maybe this is a veteran who has experienced a lot of life and death on the battlefield and gradually honed a set of efficient killing skills. In addition, he got a good weapon, and he retreated with all his strength, and when he was caught off guard, he killed several people one after another.

This kind of experienced and powerful battlefield veteran is the elite and backbone force in the army of any country and force, and it is also an excellent soldier who is extremely loved by every commander. If this Taranto army was made up of such warriors, Frankie would not have had to go to such great lengths to take risks. As long as you put on a dignified posture and push hard head-on, it is enough to crush the seemingly powerful Aberdeen army in front of you into powder.

Although Frankie admires the Light Armor, he still doesn't think he can do anything. A powerful warrior in the ordinary sense, placed on the entire vast battlefield, is like a grain of sand in the sea, even if it is several times or dozens of times larger than its kind, in the face of the turbulent tide, it is still so small that there is no sense of existence.

When the light armor soldier flew the fireball, Frankie was surprised to find that he had actually lost his eyes.

Although the sharp body did not shine with fighting energy, and the power attached to it was not very strong, the strength and luck of the light armored soldier were obviously at the peak. Not only did the dozens of fireballs not even touch the corners of his clothes, but they couldn't even make him move his steps.

What's even more terrifying is that some of the flying fireballs landed in the air, and some smashed into Taranto's military formation. But not a single fireball fell on the heads of the Aberdeen warriors.

What does this mean?

This shows that the other party not only did not take the threat of dozens of fireballs into account, but also had the spare strength to control the direction and landing point of the fireballs that flew out, and turned Taranto's magic attack back to Taranto's warriors.

In the cultivation system of the Ostros Continent, where strength is used as a measure, the strength of the light armored soldiers is not at all in the stream, and they can't even reach the realm of the Black Iron Fighter. But when it comes to the use of power, Frankie silently measured, and he might not be able to do better than him if he was in that situation.

Extremely low strength, combined with extremely high skill, the power exerted is also not to be underestimated. This cultivation method is completely different from the fighter system of the Oss continent. Strangely, Frankie finds a sense of déjà vu.

Have you ever fought an opponent with this fighting style somewhere? And I feel that if nothing goes wrong, it shouldn't be too far away from now.

Frankie's mind raced, searching for fragments of his memories in his head.

Suddenly, a gentle and youthful face came to his mind.

"Anthony!"

The Riga general's eyes widened, and his gaze followed closely on the lightly armored soldier. The young figure in his mind gradually coincided with the small soldier in front of him.

If the light armor soldier is Anthony, then what is happening in front of him will definitely not be a coincidence.

The battle-hardened General French had a keen instinct, and he had already smelled a faint hint of intrigue.

For this young man who can beat himself in a one-on-one head-to-head duel without any tricks, although Frankie doesn't care at all about what he says, he values him very much in his heart.

Anthony is too young, but his strength is no longer below him. In time, he is very likely to reach the pinnacle of the majestic mountain of Martial Arts and become a formidable enemy for himself and even the Riga Empire.

Such a young top martial arts powerhouse, but he was willing to disguise himself as a lowest-level soldier, and fought against a group of ordinary soldiers who were not even professionals. If there is no conspiracy in this, Frankie will not believe it anyway.

But what exactly is the purpose of the other party?

Is it to delay the retreat of Taranto's army, waiting for an opportunity to disrupt their tight formation, and let the scene in Ironwood Town repeat again?

This is very possible, and it is also worthy of the status of a top martial arts master.

But Frankie was still a little uneasy in his heart, and he always felt that the other party's purpose would not be so simple.

It's just that the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and there is no time for him to think carefully. If it drags on any longer, the situation may completely topple up. At that time, even the best countermeasures became empty words.

Frankie's brain is racing to calculate and measure.

But for a moment, a little bead of sweat appeared on his forehead, but he hadn't been able to come up with a perfect solution.

Frankie made a decision, waved his big hand forward, and shouted:

"Order the mage troops, attack with all your might, and don't leave your hands behind! Kill that light armor soldier in one fell swoop! ”

The herald who was waiting on the side was a spirit, and the whole person trembled slightly, before he answered:

"Yes!"