In the Ice and Snow God Domain, which has a history of war for more than a hundred years, the command of the battle is not very particular, like Tukumo's before, being able to divide tens of thousands of people into small units and wave them like an arm, it is already very good. In battle, the number of enemies that can be killed depends on the courage of the officers and soldiers at the grassroots level.

Therefore, when the Holy See army approached the small barracks and faced the overwhelming shadow of spears, they could not react at all. There were quite a few people who raised their shields, but in the chaos, how could they block the flying spears of thousands of people in the small barracks?

Bang bang bang!

All of a sudden, more than half of the strikers were hit by flying spears. The spears were so powerful that even if the tip of the spear was wrapped in cotton cloth, it wounded some of the soldiers and caused pain to others. The soldiers who were hit by the flying spear and occupied the white lime could not participate in the game, the white lime was disposed of and could not be wiped off, and once the white lime was killed, it was discovered and remembered by the referee mage, and it was subject to military law afterwards.

Seeing that thousands of soldiers of the Holy See army had to leave the field in a single attack, Tukumo couldn't help but look extremely ugly. At this time, Ryan, the leader of the Holy Light Mage next to him, said, "Lord Tukumo, the forward has been frustrated, why don't you let them retreat and attack again?" ”

If it was a real war, Tukumo would definitely consider Ryan's suggestion, but now it was just a drill. No soldiers died, at most they were left and wounded, and the blow to morale was not so great. On the contrary, looking at the faces of these officers of the army directly under the Holy See, they obviously felt that they had been slapped in the face, and they were indignant in their hearts.

"The opponent is three times larger than us, and it must not be a war of attrition. One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. A small setback from the strikers is nothing, we have to take the camp in one go! ”

After saying goodbye to Ryan, he turned and jumped onto the silver wyvern. hovering above the Holy See's army, puffing up his blood and roaring: "Everyone, you are all warriors and elite soldiers directly under the Holy See, can't you still deal with those native buns from the countryside?" Now the striker is frustrated by the opponent's tricks. Tell me, are you willing? ”

Tukumo's voice was transmitted to the army like rolling thunder, which immediately aroused the blood of the soldiers.

"Unwilling!"

"Unwilling!"

Tens of thousands of soldiers directly under the Holy See shouted.

"Good!" Tukumo looked satisfied, then pointed his spear at Van Ai's barracks and shouted, "For the glory of the Holy See, warriors, please follow me to overturn the barracks on the other side!" Kill! ”

The wyvern flared its wings and swirled over the small barracks with Tukumo! And the remaining more than 10,000 people of the Holy See's direct army also let out a complete roar that shook the sky. Let's go to the small barracks!

The army directly under the Holy See was worthy of being elite, and the momentum of the charge of tens of thousands of people was like tens of thousands, and for a while, the snow and dust around the camp were splashed, and a misty water vapor rose. This is the qi and blood gathered by the soldiers are so strong that even the snow has evaporated.

Tukumo and Vanai had an agreement, so naturally they wouldn't really make a move now. But he can hover over the camp on a flying dragon to deter the other party. At the same time, learn about Van'ai's command methods and see how Van'ai made the local soldiers so strong.

But. This time, Tukumo failed to do so, as a hazy fog barrier rose from Van Ai's camp, apparently creating a magic circle inside the camp to cut off the peeps from the air. Fortunately, you can still see a thing or two from the battle on the edge of the camp. At first, Tukumo saw his soldiers rushing to the edge of the camp. One by one, like a wolf and a tiger, one against two, couldn't help nodding with satisfaction. But then he frowned and realized that something was wrong.

Although the soldiers directly under the Holy See are powerful, the local soldiers are outnumbered, usually two or three to one. Together, they often drag the brave soldiers directly under the Holy See to death. Except for the momentum that their side suppressed at the beginning, the number of soldiers under his command decreased sharply.

"This old guy, has he really developed some powerful method of training?"

Depending on the situation, Tukumo expected that he would really lose his eyes this time, and that the failure of this exercise would make him lose face again. However, it was just a shame, he had already calculated that he would let Van Ai march to the snowy plateau no matter what.

Seeing that the battle situation was getting worse and worse, Tukumo simply stopped watching from a high altitude and drove the flying dragon down, his face gloomy. On the other side, the "dead" soldiers who had retreated from the army directly under the Holy See also gathered, and their morale was extremely low. No one thought that they would really be defeated by the local soldiers they had always looked down upon.

At the forefront of the exercise, in the small barracks, the local soldiers were flushed with excitement one by one.

Whenever local soldiers and soldiers directly under the Holy See get together to fight together, they are always the targets of bullying and insults. The equipment is inferior to others, the combat effectiveness is inferior to others, and even the treatment is inferior to others. In this reorganization, they were the objects of training again, and when they practiced various basic queues in peacetime, they were not less ridiculed by the soldiers directly under the Holy See. Therefore, the local soldiers have always held a breath of anger in their hearts.

In the exercise, he took down the opponent and defeated the army directly under the Holy See, and finally breathed a sigh of revenge.

Xiu Li is a young swordsman who was recruited from the local government, because he was in the barracks for the first time, he was bullied more by the soldiers directly under the Holy See, and was even called to clean the barracks for the other party several times and empty the toilet. Young and vigorous, no one can stand this grievance, so this time the exercise is extremely hard.

While cooperating with the battle according to the method taught by Marshal Van Ai, he did not forget to use the wooden sword in his hand to slap the soldiers directly under the Holy See in front of him. Because of the difference in numbers, and the fact that the local army was now completely superior, Marshal Van Ai had already ordered to go out of the camp to pursue and completely annihilate the enemy.

"Kill!"

Hugh Li rushed out of the camp with the other veterans, chasing after the soldiers directly under the Holy See and slashing them. He found that in this kind of pursuit battle, the bravery of those soldiers directly under the Holy See was gone, and he could cut down two opponents by himself.

As a result, Hugh Li became even more excited.

"Kill!"

Chasing after a rout, Hugh Li roared excitedly, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed at the back of the opponent's neck.

Burst!

In an instant, blood swept Xiu Li's face, which made him stunned all of a sudden.

The fallen rout turned his head to look at Xiu Li, with a look of surprise, resentment, and fear in his eyes. And Xiu Li looked at the wooden sword in his hand, with a demented expression - what is going on?

The blue light on the wooden sword flickered, and there was a layer of ice edge, thin and sharp, no worse than the real iron sword. On the edge of the ice front, blood dripping down one by one, revealing its bloodthirsty nature.

This is not only the case with Xiuli, but also on the entire battlefield of the exercise. A layer of ice edges appeared on the edges of all the wooden weapons, becoming extremely sharp. Whether it was the local soldiers who were pursuing, or the soldiers directly under the Holy See who had fled, they all hacked people to death with their weapons.

Although many people were stunned for a moment, it was only a moment, and then, the blood ignited hatred, and seeing their comrades and friends die at the hands of each other, some soldiers waved their weapons and slashed them without hesitation.

In an instant, a drill turned into a real fight!

"What's going on?" Tucumo smelled blood, heard a completely different fight, and opened his eyes to look at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

Even as a dragon knight, Tukumo didn't react for a moment to why such a drastic change occurred.

Ice edges appeared on all the wooden weapons, was it a spell cast by the Ice and Snow Temple, or was it a conspiracy of Van Ai?

The thought crossed Tukumo's mind, and he leapt into the air with the dragon.

In any case, he had to put an end to this chaotic cannibalism first.

However, no sooner had the Wyvern hovered than Tukumo felt the murderous intent and the hairs on his body stood on end. A figure shot straight from the direction of the Dragon Horn City in the Snow Dragon Dao and landed directly on the back of the silver flying dragon. This person has strange short hair and strange clothes, so he can't feel the fluctuations of qi, blood and elements at all, just like an ordinary person.

However, in the face of this man, Tukumo did not dare to move. Because he saw that this man flew up out of thin air. Except for the wind mage, only the gods have this ability, and this young man is obviously not a wind mage.

"Who are you?" Tukumo asked with difficulty.

The young man smiled and said, "You can call me Yang Shen." You're a good wyvern, I want it. Oh yes, and you. (To be continued......)