Bédrick happened to be there, and the scene was too noisy, and he shouted at Richard in the loudest voice: "Dude, can you pull the fight?"

"the ass!" the lord rolled up his sleeves and nodded at Bederick, staring at him in disbelief, heading into the center of the melee.

A group of big barbarians and centaurs were sandwiched into a Pompeii, how obvious it was, how could the veteran of the Dragon's Claw not see that this was the other party's principal. After a slight eye exchange, more than a dozen people immediately surrounded him in an attempt to take the lead against the enemy.

The lord snorted coldly and grabbed a big man who was sneaking up, and in front of him, the other party was like a little chicken and couldn't resist, and he raised it horizontally and threw it at the pile with a roar. It was like being pushed by a dragon head-on, and a group of people turned on their backs, lying on the ground and moaning in pain.

Originally, it was a lively parade of military flags, and there were many bored soldiers gathered around. Since the brawl began, the flag parade has been in the soup, and the gang has turned to watch the sudden outbreak of good fun.

Seeing this scene, the sound of Qi brushing and gasping suddenly sounded, this kind of power is simply a monster!

I have to say that as a well-known elite, the soldiers of Dragonclaw have two brushes. They are skilled in martial arts and full of physical fitness, and they are not discouraged in the face of an unfavorable start, but are even more motivated. Even if it hurts to be thrown down on the hard frozen soil, you can immediately get up and scream and fight back.

Although the two sides tacitly did not use standard weapons, the wood-splitting sticks and frozen black bread were not among them, and they immediately became the most popular guys, and they were held in their hands by strong arms, and they greeted each other with their heads covered in their faces.

It's a pity that both centaurs and barbarians are born fighters. Although I hadn't participated in such a dynamic group action as a brawl before, talent is talent, like a pool of spirits there, and as long as the spark falls, it will surely burn.

In the absence of command, it was obviously a melee and a fight, but it was purely based on the tacit understanding between comrades-in-arms, and waves and cooperation were played. Give full play to their usual training subjects and the gifts they get from the system.

It can be seen that the soldiers of Dragonclaw are very experienced, and brawls are probably as common to them as eating and drinking. But in the face of absolute strength suppression, experience has not made much difference.

The people of Gaoshan Fort are too fierce and too methodical, and the strength of the high-level soldiers of the system is really a bit outstanding, and their strength and resistance to fighting are much stronger than ordinary people, and this advantage is infinitely magnified in the melee.

In just a few minutes, the Dragon's Claw soldiers suddenly couldn't bear it, and one after another was quickly thrown to the ground like pushing cards.

More onlookers watched the scene and began to greet their friends, unsheath their swords, and prepare to give their fellow legion's robes a fist.

"You fucking fools, shameless!" Bederick brandished his wooden club, desperately striking a pair of breastplates that no one had left on the ground, as if he was ringing a bell, and his voice was so hoarse that his voice was almost hoarse, "I want to go inside twice as many people as others." ”

If others dare to say this, it is simply certain to eat black fists, but soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, and no one dares to attack the crown prince for the time being. At least a few hundred people slowly gathered together with expressionless faces, carrying all kinds of brawling equipment in their hands, staring at each other.

Bédrick, with two of his henchmen, stopped in front of them. He is not afraid of heaven and earth, but the legs of the two followers are visibly trembling.

The majesty of Crown Prince Bédric did not last long, mainly because some people did not cooperate with him.

"Beck, you let them go, I'd like to see what this group of cowards can make a name for themselves. The lord's voice shook the sky, and it suddenly seemed like a hornet's nest.

"Okay. Bédrick shrugged, and the crowd on either side skipped past Richard. The addition of the new force immediately sparked a larger-scale brawl, and there was even a flickering light of fighting spirit - without any real skills, no one could stop the monster-like Eagle Knight.

"Everyone immediately laid down their arms. Suffolk arrived with the Legion's higher-ups, suppressed anger in his majestic voice.

No one was there, and the brawl was still in full swing - not that the Legion Commander lacked majesty, but that in the chaos, his voice alone was insignificant, and he could not be heard by the hot-blooded soldiers.

Groups of military policemen armed with wooden sticks and wearing white wooden helmets rushed out with orderly steps, ready to suppress the order, and then scattered and fled at a faster speed, throwing away even the bundles of wooden sticks.

Because Richard hugged a fence with a thick bowl mouth, roared angrily, and pulled out the log buried deep in the frozen soil inch by inch, and made a gesture to throw it. The gendarmes were clever enough to see that logs thrown with such strange force could be used to storm the city.

"A bunch of cowards. The lord threw the log on the ground, clapped his hands and laughed. Without looking back, he slammed the unlucky guy behind him who was ready to sneak attack.

Suffolk clutched his chest, gasping for breath like a fish about to suffocate, "Master Heisenberg, I'll leave it all to you." ”

An old man with a wrinkled face and a peaked hat stepped out of Suffolk's side, holding a short wooden staff the length of an arm, the magic crystal on top the scar, the size of a fist, and the luster was deep and restrained. The Legion Commander who can be called a master by the Dragon's Claw, this Heisenberg mage can imagine that he is the kind that has cultivated extremely deeply.

"Don't worry, sir. ”

He waved his wand and chanted a spell, and a slightly distorted mass of disordered air flew straight into the sky, bursting violently a moment later.

"Bang!" The explosion was accompanied by a wave of air that spread from the top of the head in all directions, violent enough to make everyone present buzz in their ears and even temporarily deaf. While startling them, it also made everyone come back to their senses a little.

Richard pursed his lips and whistled, and while the other party was still stunned, he slowly retreated with the warriors of Alpine Fort. The dragon's claw fought for a long time, and he finally calmed down when he was full of energy, and the sound of a loose stick falling to the ground in his hand was continuous, and he began to feel uneasy when he looked at the mess in front of him.

In places like the military, brawls have always been condoned and even encouraged, believing that they help to develop the martial spirit of the soldiers.

But that refers to the harmless kind where a maximum of a few dozen people participate. Definitely not including the current situation, the total number of participants on both sides is more than 1,000, and nearly 100 people are left on the field lying and moaning and rolling and unable to get up.

In the worst cases, such a vicious incident could even adversely affect the entire legion, and the main participants could all be punished by military law.

No one noticed that the little lizardmen who had started the brawl in the first place seemed to be gone.