Suffolk's gaze swept across the field from left to right, then back from right to left. The dark gray pupils were half angry, half frightened.

A brawl is never just a brawl, and a discerning person can see a lot of things.

Although the two sides maintained a minimum of restraint and did not cause a human tragedy of attrition before the expedition, there were definitely not a few wounded. Some are in good condition and can still stand up and move without hindrance, while others are miserable, lying on the cold ground tossing and moaning and just can't get up.

Suffolk noticed a stark contrast—nine and a half out of ten soldiers who had been thrown to the ground and couldn't get up were dragon's claws. And although there were people on the side of Gaoshan Fort who were beaten enough, they were basically able to stand upright.

There was only one brute, lying on the ground clutching his chest and tossing and turning, which could be regarded as saving a little face for the Dragon's Claw Legion.

According to rough estimates, the number of Dragonclaw soldiers involved in the brawl was at least twice as large as that of Alpine Fort, but not only did they not take advantage of the large number of people, but they were beaten by Alpine Fort's iron fist ugly.

He gave Richard a deep look, his expression complicated. Unexpectedly, this Eagle Knight, who thought he was selling his reputation, was really a little unexpected.

You must know that this brawl broke out quickly, and both sides basically didn't have time to armor, and the fight was all about exchanging fists with the opponent.

As the garrison of the legion, the most indispensable thing present is the insider, of course, it can be seen that there will be such a huge disparity in the exchange ratio in this case, which can only show that there is a huge gap in the physical fitness of the grassroots soldiers on both sides!

If it weren't for one of them, the dragon's claws would be equivalent to eating duck eggs, and you wouldn't want to raise your head in this life.

A pair of eyes stared at the barbarian lying on the ground, watching him toss and turn, moaning so painfully, that one could not help but feel compassion, and could not help but guess what kind of inhuman beating he had suffered.

The lord walked up to him slowly, unceremoniously raised his leg and kicked it on the ass: "You are still here and pretending to be dead!"

The groans stopped abruptly, and Gunther got up and stood behind Richard, stretching out to see what was going on.

The warriors of Alpine Fort raised their flags, and the rudimentary "Ripper" pattern fluttered in the wind, erupting in a malicious laugh.

The soldiers of the Dragon's Claw were of course not to be outdone, and all kinds of vernacular scolding immediately threw at each other as if they didn't want money. The barbarians and centaurs could not stand this kind of anger, so all kinds of wild slang that the Pompeii had never heard of began to proliferate.

Bédric covered his face as he watched this scene, unable to say a word, just gave Richard a thumbs up and shook it vigorously.

"Silence!" the Suffolk Legion's roar was almost negligible in front of a thousand mouths.

In such a chaotic situation, ordinary people may have nothing to do, but Suffolk is the commander of the legion after all, and the fact that others can't do anything doesn't mean that he can only stare dryly.

Magic has the power to create miracles, and with the chanting of incantations, the wand draws one arctic after another in midair, and a translucent whirlwind takes shape between the fingers, and then quickly melts into the atmosphere and disappears.

"It's lawless!" The power of Qi magic caused Suffolk's vocal cords to cause more air to tremble together, rolling and spreading like thunder over the crowd, reaching his ears.

After all, the army is a place with a high hierarchy, and the highest commander of the legion spoke, and everyone finally fell silent for a while.

"Are you still soldiers! No different from ruffians and hooligans! Hundreds of thousands of soldiers from all over the kingdom will be ashamed of what you have done today!" The violent shaking of the air conveyed a fury that was more intense than the shaking itself, "You pigs! There is no honor at all! All should be guillotined!"

Honor, what a thin word. In the hearts of some people, it is farther than the mountains, deeper than the sea.

The Dragonclaw soldiers who participated in the battle lowered their heads, not out of fear, but out of shame. They are trump cards and elites, so they have no one in their eyes, so they are arrogant and arrogant, so they regard honor as life.

In stark contrast, the people in Gaoshan Fort were either picking their noses or scratching their buttocks, not only did no one feel ashamed, but they were all full of pride.

Everyone who saw this scene sneered, and they were even more convinced that they were nothing more than a country militia with no honor to speak of. Even if you perform well in a fight, you will only become a soft-footed shrimp when you really go to the battlefield.

After all, fighting in a group and fighting are completely different things, and the most important difference lies in the face of the test of the magic of the god of guns, arrows, and rain, and in the face of the life-and-death decision that may cost one's life with every breath, whether one can burst out with courage and never retreat, and whether he can be loyal to Pao Ze and persist in fighting! Without this, even if he is as strong as a giant, he can only be regarded as the level of an amateur guard in the countryside.

"I'll say it one last time!Silence!, this is the order!" Suffolk's voice, amplified countless times more, caused the air to vibrate violently again.

It's just that compared to the previous ones, this time seems to be particularly significant.

Soon someone began to realize that something was wrong, because the vibration did not go away with the sound falling. Instead, a stream of employment came from the soles of his feet, becoming more and more pronounced as time passed, and even the soil particles on the ground were beating with him.

"Something is approaching!" the experienced officers reacted immediately, hesitating to shout out the "enemy attack" that was held in their voices.

There were more than 100,000 regular troops stationed around the camp, so heavily guarded that not even a fly could cross it. It is impossible to be attacked by a sneak attack, especially since it is still daytime and the vision is good. But the truth seems to be contrary to common sense, and the vibrations come in waves, which are clearly very similar to the movement of a large number of cavalry charging.

"See the undead, what the hell is it?" the Dragonclaw men looked at each other, and they turned their heads to look at the source, their vision obscured by the white mushroom-like tents, and they couldn't see anything at all.

But the question was quickly answered, for the seemingly sturdy tents were being easily toppled and crushed into pieces of cloth and sawdust by a majestic and mighty earth-walking dragon. Their heavy hooves and feet rose and fell again and again, like a city wall falling head-on, and everyone present could clearly feel the ribs and internal organs in their chests trembling with it.

Abu, with a blue nose and swollen face, sat on the back of a tall earth-walking dragon, and the five-bladed super-heavy cavalry spear pointed diagonally at the ground, and the blade was flashing in the sun.

A group of dwarf soldiers followed, shouting and pushing the heavy cart slowly, leaving two deep ruts in the hard frozen ground behind the buttocks.

They ripped open the outer layer of canvas, and the all-steel ballista showed its majestic face, and three spear-length crossbow arrows had already been wound, waiting for the final moment of launch!