Even at this moment, the expression on General Biedrins' face was still very calm, and he glanced at the officer in front of him and recognized that the other party was Foster, who had just been promoted to the captain of the first brigade and was responsible for being the forward officer of the whole army. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

For the position of captain, Foster, who looks no more than twenty years old, is obviously too young, knowing that a captain can command a thousand cavalry, and the entire Knights of the Wings of Light is only five brigades.

In fact, Foster had only been in the position of captain for two hours.

As an elite knight order that has always been able to defend the Holy See, the Knights of the Wings of Light have always been firmly in the hands of the Pope, even as the supreme commander of the entire knight order, it is not without cost for General Biedrins to make his five thousand knights rebel.

A total of four captains, including Foster, had changed their positions two hours ago, and the bodies of the four "former captains" loyal to the Pope had been lying in the tent of the Knights of Light for two hours.

"Foster, report your casualty count."

As a commander, timely deployment of troops is undoubtedly a necessary quality.

Realizing that the casualties of the 1st Brigade as the vanguard were too great, General Berdrins had just put the 4th Brigade into battle to replace Forster and his 1st Battalion.

Foster was stunned for a moment, and his voice suddenly became a little lower: "Report to the general, eight of the ten squadron leaders of the first brigade were killed, at least five squadrons completely lost their combat effectiveness, and there are about three squadrons that can fight, but please rest assured, as long as you give an order, the first squadron will definitely live up to its mission!" ”

This casualty figure reported by Foster made General Biedrins, who had always been very calm, change his face slightly, and several officers accompanying him showed shocked expressions.

The Knights of the Wings of Light have five brigades, each with 1,000 people, and each brigade has 10 squadrons of 100 people each, and the squadron has 10 squadrons of 10 people each.

According to Foster's report, five hundred of the 1,000 men of the First Brigade had been killed, another 200 were seriously wounded, and only about 300 of the knights, including minor wounds, were able to continue the battle.

A total of 1,000 people, 700 casualties, 70% battle loss rate!

In a continental war, as long as there are more than 10,000 men in battle, ordinary troops will retreat when the battle loss rate reaches 10 percent, the elite troops can bear 15 to 20 percent of the battle losses, and the recognized ace troops must also be defeated after the battle loss rate of 30 percent and have at least half a year of rest.

Today, the battle loss rate of the First Brigade of the Knights of the Wings of Light has reached more than 70% of the others, and the ordinary troops have already collapsed at this time, and have been driven and slaughtered by the enemy army like pigs and dogs.

However, Foster still thinks that his troops have the strength to fight again!

If this thing is not a mouthful, then it can only mean one thing, and that is that the entire First Brigade has gone crazy!

When countless blood rays are sprayed in front of you, when the comrades around you and the enemies in front of you fall one by one, when the series of cruel actions of swinging a knife, blocking, and beheading become almost instinctive subconscious behaviors, some people will become numb because of this, but some people will become more excited, bloodthirsty, and even crazy because of this!

It's like Foster, the new captain of the First Brigade in front of Biedrins at this moment!

Look at his eyes, which burn not with fear, not with pity, not with sorrow, but with longing, an incomparable desire to kill!

He doesn't need any bullshit military exploits, beauties, positions, and power as incentives, all Foster needs at this moment is to kill!

Kill, kill, kill!

In fact, the reason why Foster was valued by General Biedrins and temporarily promoted to the captain of the vanguard army was precisely because Foster was the most famous in the entire Knights of Lightwings, and at the same time, he was also the most outstanding in martial arts and courage!

When a person doesn't even take his own life seriously, does he still take the lives of others seriously?

But General Beedrins did not immediately satisfy Forster's desire: "Come to me, Foster. ”

Foster was stunned for a moment, but still obediently turned his horse's head and followed his general's side.

Since the entire Knights of the Wings of Light were still attacking and advancing at the moment, General Biedrins and the people around him did not always stand in place, but kept riding their horses and slowly moving forward with the advance speed of the entire army.

General Beedrins picked up the horsewhip in his hand and pointed to the wargroup in front of him: "Tell me, Foster, what do you see?" ”

Foster looked intently.

What did he see?

He saw thousands of knights fighting frantically for their own masters, faces numb, distorted, angry, and crazy because of the killing, countless stumps and severed arms flying around with piercing screams, the red blood on the ground that had gathered into streams for some time, and the fire that dyed the entire sky red.

What he saw was a hellish sight!

War is the cruelest, most cold-blooded, most ruthless, and most able to expose the ugly nature of the heart in the world!

More critically, Foster saw a very bad picture.

The whole force was moving more and more slowly.

As an officer trained to command, Foster knew all too well what that meant.

For cavalry, speed is life!

A cavalryman who has completely lost his speed and can only spin in place with men and horses is simply a live target used by infantry to practice killing!

In other words, when the speed of the entire Knights of the Wings of Light completely stops, it is the time when the momentum of this army turns from prosperity to decline, and it is also the time when this force shows its defeat!

The green tendons on Foster's forehead jumped suddenly, and the expression on his face was very ugly: "General, we are going to lose!" ”

Bedrins looked at Forster and said lightly.

"Fart."

Foster was stunned.

General Biedrins raised his horsewhip in his hand: "Before us is a regiment of 10,000 infantry and a knight regiment of 5,000 men, and in addition to the 3,000 infantry that we had previously defeated, at least 10,000 or more enemies are now blocking our advance, that is to say, the enemy in front of us is at least twice as many as ours!" ”

General Biedrins's voice gradually became louder, slowly spreading outward, from a few meters around him at the beginning, to a distance of dozens of meters beside him.

"But I beg you not to forget that this is the last line of defense that the old Pope and his lackeys can piece together! Once we have broken through this line, we will be able to go straight into the Palace of Shenillet and take the final victory! ”

As if using some kind of magical magic, General Biedrins's voice became louder and louder, and even began to drown out the sound of fighting nearby, rumbling and echoing in a circle of nearly 100 meters centered on him, echoing in the ears of every soldier on both sides of the battle like a bell.

"The Venerable Divine Favor Lord Leo has brought the will of the Most High Light God, and the old Pope Enshir and his lackeys have been doing all kinds of evil for decades, and they have long been tolerated by the High Light God. Today is the time for our Lightwings Knights to step forward, uphold the faith, and die for the Most High God! ”

General Berderins threw down the whip in his hand, drew the long sword at his waist, and pointed straight ahead, the solemnity on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by an incomparably strong murderous aura.

"Knights of the Wings of Light, crush them in the name of the gods!"

"Follow me!"

The horse under General Berdrins' crotch stood tall and let out a loud neigh, and then rushed forward with his master like lightning.

Looking at General Biedrins, who had already disappeared, Forster, the captain of the First Brigade of the Knights of the Wings of Light, laughed, and also pulled out the saber at his waist, and also let out an earth-shattering roar.

"The first team is with me, **** mother!"

One after another, the Lightwing Knights whistled by waving their sabers and followed General Biedrins and Captain Foster into battle, and these pious knights were now full of fervor for faith and thirst for killing, and they were unstoppable!

At the most critical moment of the battle, the Supreme Commander of the Knights of Light, General Biedrins, with all his reserves, went into battle and launched the final and strongest attack against the enemy forces twice their size.

In this battle, win or die!