"Your Majesty, the Death Knights are the subordinates of the Demon Lord Aukus, they can't be so idiotic, right?"

Commander Scarlet was puzzled by the strange movements of the demon army, he habitually believed that there was some conspiracy behind the opponent's abnormal behavior, which was both an advantage and a disadvantage for a commander, he was similar to Luo Zhengdao's fault, and he was more suspicious by nature!

When the huge and greedy war machine is running at full power, unless it is the kind of top-level individual combat power that is too strong to have friends, the influence of individual will on the direction of war is minimal.

It is true that a single butterfly flapping its wings can create a storm, but when countless butterflies flap their wings at the same time, there are so many distractions that countless factors will overlap or cancel out the evolution of the event, and only God knows. It should be said that whether or not to start a war is decided by His Majesty Luo Zhengdao, the king, and how to fight it after the war begins can only depend on the planning of the General Staff. No matter how strong Luo Zhengdao's personal ability is, he can't deal with the complicated battlefield situation at the same time, rather than taking heavy responsibility and possibly messing things up, it is better to get out as soon as possible, overlook the changes in the entire battle situation from a higher dimension, and objectively grasp the rhythm of the war.

At this time, Luo Zhengdao replied in an unwavering tone:

"Well, they're laying out."

Taken aback, Brando Scarlet said:

"Is there really a trap?"

Nodding slightly, Luo Zhengdao tapped a few times on the large-scale war zone map with his finger and said:

"Look, if you open portals here and here, guess what the results will be?"

"Oops! Isn't our army divided and surrounded? ”

It doesn't matter what Luo Zhengdao said, who had a god posture, the locations he pointed on the map made Brando's scalp tingle, and he blurted out with an exclamation, and then he said with a pale face:

"Then why haven't you given the order yet? We are in a precarious position if we continue like this. ”

When Brando felt that the catastrophe was coming, Luo Zhengdao did not show a panicked look at all, and continued to say slowly:

"It's better to deal with the dangers that you can see with your eyes than those you can't see, so don't worry."

As the saying goes, there is a storm in the teapot, and the snail shell is used as a dojo. The giants of the Abyss and Hell are not boring idlers and do not devote much energy to the main material realm. It's like when you fight Dota, the two heroes are the theme of competition when they push away the big demolition tower, and the jungler or something can only be regarded as a spice for the taste, and it is obviously not right to put the cart before the horse. In reality, Aukus, the boss behind the Death Knights, at most, sent some of his men to fight for a chance, and if he saw that the momentum was not good, it was estimated that it was more likely to give up directly. As the witty saying goes, hit a rabbit on the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and celebrate the New Year without it.

In line with the dignity and self-confidence of the traverser, Luo Zhengdao has always felt that he is the protagonist, but he has graduated from middle school for many years, and he is also overage as a secondary school second.

Brando Scarlet focused on figuring out his boss's thoughts, and he asked relentlessly:

"You already know the devil's plan, why doesn't the devil send troops?"

"Hey, those guys are very cunning, and when they don't take advantage, you dare to expect them to show up? Alas, please don't be so naïve! ”

Of course, the devil who belongs to the camp of order is trustworthy, but the problem is that anyone who has dealt with lawyers and the like has to figure out an important premise, those who are used to playing with all the rules, and don't care about morality and ethics at all, even have empty hair, if you want to say the icing on the cake, there is indeed a little possibility, you don't even think about this kind of thing.

When it comes to the cooperative relationship between the devil and human beings, it would be more mean to describe it as a different dream in the same bed, but the actual situation is definitely not optimistic. There is no such thing as like-mindedness, at best, the two sides agree on the hostility with the demons, and the rest can only be said to be a small calculation of each family. What morality can be expected of such a covenant of pure interests? Sticking a knife in the ribs of a friend? Hmph, friends don't take the opportunity to plug in. You're pretty righteous with two knives.

In the old world, no one dared to help the old man when he fell to the ground, and acting bravely was a great irresponsibility for his own interests and the financial health of his family. Behavior, dangerous hài cheng dù second only to suicide and usury.

Is it because society as a whole looks to money that criminals who maliciously commit crimes are beaten to death by angry victims, who are instead in prison? It's not that simple. For most mortals who toiled for food and lodging, the loss of their purse was more realistic than the condemnation of their hearts. It is even more impossible for people who dare not benefit each other to unite against powerful perpetrators, and no matter how much resentment has accumulated, it will not turn into a full-scale riot. Since you all said that there are only two of them, then never let them appear, the existence of such a thing as a hero is really a pest of the country!

Before crossing over, growing up in such a real world where black and white are reversed right and wrong, and Luo Zhengdao himself is a professional student of politics, how could he be naïve enough to fantasize about getting selfless help?

"Be on guard! Alert! The Death Knight is coming! ”

Thousands of skeleton war horses rolled up rolling dust on the ground with iron hooves, and a large area of earthy yellow sand flying arbitrarily at this time seemed to be a moving towering city wall coming towards it, looking at this scene is really terrifying, no less than an overloaded muck truck driving towards you at full speed, and you can't dodge it, you can only stare wide-eyed and watch this qiē happen. Having to face a strong and domineering enemy, the psychological pressure on the human soldiers is far greater than ordinary people imagine, and at this moment, the person who did not throw the weapon in his hand and turned his head and fled directly can already be regarded as a warrior, and there is no need to say anything else!

"Fire. The gun team is ready to shoot! ”

"Sword and shield soldiers forward! Put up the rejection of the horse! ”

The grassroots officers of the Kingdom of Light are all trained in accordance with the textbooks of the military academy, and there is an extremely detailed teaching of such situations in the infantry drill manual, and all kinds of response records are ready-made, all they have to do is to choose the one that is suitable for the current situation, as for whether it is changed according to the needs of reality, it completely depends on the personal military quality of the officers.

The infantry line hidden behind the fence and the rejecting horse was composed of a complex system of trenches and numerous large and small foxholes, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not easy to deal with, but nevertheless, the infantry was a soft persimmon in comparison to the armored corps that was ready to attack next to it. Although I don't necessarily understand the working principle of the steam tank and the principles of tactical use, but compared to a large lump of hard metal and flesh and blood, which is easier to cut, such a common sense problem is not a lot of brains.

While the Death Knights were instigating a massive frontal assault like a tidal wave, with the help of the artillery fire projected by the human army and the dust raised by the galloping skeleton horses, more than a thousand Death Knights were rushing out of the billowing smoke and dust, and not far in front of them was a defensive array of human infantry.

From ancient times to the present, war is a bloody and cruel game, and there has never been a war that does not require sacrifice, even a war of bullying is not smooth sailing.

The Old World overlord Bald Eagle launched a professional war on terror, and the lower mortality rate of the Eagle soldiers on the front line was paid for the bloody sacrifices of private defense contractors, the so-called mercenaries, such as Blackwater. In the intricate mountainous and urban battlefield environments of Iraq and Afghanistan, mercenaries have taken on the most dangerous tasks, such as storming buildings suspected of being armed with guns to clear operations, and only then do the young soldiers take over the finishing touches when they have finished their battles. Needless to say, the casualties of these mercenaries will not be reflected in the reports of the Ministry of Defence, the huge military expenditures cannot be concealed, and the number of civilians of the occupied country who have been mistakenly killed in such irregular military activities is not to be said.

A human officer with the rank of captain looked down at his pocket watch, calculated the relative position of the Death Knight and his own position, and suddenly raised his head and shouted:

"Fireman, fire now!"

Hearing this, the soldiers, who had already picked up the bazookas and grenade launchers, pulled the trigger, and one rocket after another flew towards the opposite cavalry line like birds leaving their nests.

"Bang Bang ......"

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

The sound of explosions mingled with the light of fire, and the ground beneath people's feet was still shaken by the rhythmic sound of horses' hooves, as if the fire had not been a complete success.

Under the deliberate guidance of Luo Zhengdao, the human commanders began to get used to simulating actual combat through guò sand table wargames, similar to the current situation, and they don't know how many times they have repeatedly deduced it in class.

Based on the statistics gathered in previous battles, it can be estimated that it will take twenty seconds for these Death Knights to cross a distance of three hundred yards, and if the speed at which the human army firearms fire cannot knock out all the moving targets in the field of vision within these twenty seconds, then they will only have three rounds of gun fire, and then they will have to prepare for hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. On the surface, it seems to be a very simple arithmetic problem, but at this time, it is measured by life. Such a cruel choice is the mental torture that the commanders must endure, and although bloodshed and sacrifice are inevitable, they cannot change anything, the only thing they can do is to let their soldiers die as they deserve.