The outskirts of the prisoner of war camp were filled with smoke like a volcanic eruption, and the Norman second-line troops in blue and white uniforms and the black-clad soldiers of the remnants of the Seventh Regiment of the Empire in St. Orlando, who were fighting hard to save themselves, fired wildly, and the tragic volleys of guns were devouring the lives of both sides every minute. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe remnants of the Goliath War Priests accompanied the main force of the Dawnblade behind the temple, leaving the place lacking magical power, and the warriors had to rush forward for white-knuckle combat, and the sound of metal crashing and slashing human bodies never stopped, accompanied by the wail of losing their lives.

Carrying the empty musket and hiding in the corner, Lorraine saw the opportunity to shoot a Mayufu acid arrow and had to flee in embarrassment after killing the battle mage on the opposite side who forgot to replenish the defensive spell, and there were several muskets behind him.

Due to the scarcity of troops, coupled with the heavy casualties of the officers, the battle had caused heavy casualties in just two hours, and the high-ranking soldiers of the Dawnblade War Regiment in charge of the unified command rushed through the other party's queue with a group of commandos as soon as their brains were hot, and they were killing each other, "Stormtrooper soldiers! For victory! To get married in order to return to my hometown! Lorraine, on the other hand, could not find an officer to give orders, so she could only treat the wounded while sneaking up, and the good mage became a half-hung healer.

"We need assault forces! Or some artillery! "The bloodied officer is Lorraine who has just been pulled out of the private pile, and it is really fatal to be bombarded by artillery and only receive some abrasions, but there is really no assault force here," Dude! We don't have artillery and no cavalry! It's all left to Lieutenant Colonel Kalinin to stop the White Wolf Legion! "Then use your magic!" "I'm not an archmage, now I'm going to die with guns when I run and throw fireballs!"

Flattening the excited officer and instructing a few soldiers next to him to watch him, Lorraine also began to think about how to break the situation, after all, there were only a thousand people in their direction, and if they wanted to break the enemy's blockade, they must have a big killing weapon, such as the Death Cloud Technique...... It seems that you still have to rely on stealth techniques to steal your home, "I said that a few of you should hurry up and contact the officers who can be found to attract the vitality of the other party, and I will try to see if I can find the command center of the other party and put a dead cloud technique or something......" "You can go with peace of mind, sir!" "Good go, sir!"

It's all about helping people who have no conscience, Lorraine cursed in broken thoughts, in order to ensure that he can survive safely (this guy cherishes life after all), he casually pulled off the military uniform from the corpse of the Norman soldier and put it on his body, waiting for the soldier's reminder, his hands kept shaking, this adventure should be regarded as another magic battle, if he is not careful, he will definitely die.

About a few minutes later, several officers came running from different places, drank the energy potion, and silently left with the only remaining men, these precious medicines that could support them to continue fighting for two hours were likely to make the user unable to get up for a few days after the drug was over, but this was no longer to be taken care of, and after finally checking a piece of equipment, the officers pulled out their command knives and roared angrily and rushed towards the opponent's broken array.

After all, the Pirlofa Wing was only a second-line force, and they had already panicked during the decisive attack of the commandos, and now they were hit by the Seventh Legion, which was simply fatal, even if it was a charge launched by a small force of less than a hundred people, and at this time, Lorraine launched a stealth technique and began to quietly pass through the opponent's defense line.

"Fire! You inferior people, hurry up and give me a gun! Major Purne roared frantically at the guards around him, the strong men who were born half-orcs were full of anger in their eyes, but they didn't dare to resist, because they were all so-called 'sinners' and 'inferior people', here I have to mention the Norman Alliance's nasty Andreinomo Amendment, that is, the Norman population of the inferior clans and slaves, as well as criminals, can join the army to obtain the honor of the League of Honor, and get the rights they deserve, but not including the right to promote the nobles.

No matter how angry the major roared, the soldiers would not resist, the problem was that there were too many people in the wing, and even the core team entrusted with the heavy task could not stop the onslaught of St. Orlando, and even the Dawnblade that had first assaulted was now alive and hiding behind a rock.

With a storm of lead bullets from pistols, rifles, and frenzied light artillery, the battle once again entered the white heat, but the Seventh Army, which was really undernumbered, was once again entangled by the other side, even if the Pier Lofa Wing was a little useless second-line infantry, the number of them still blocked the offensive line, "Very good! That's it! Mages and priests are blasting at those bastards! One of the officers objected, "Sir, there are still our people, and if you launch a spell attack, the casualties will be very large!" "Don't worry about those bad people, how many bad people are there in the New World for us to drive and fear!"

So the mages and priests obeyed the order and began to chant incantations, but everyone was so absorbed by the battle on the front line that they didn't notice that there was one more person in the guard, and this guy was still muttering something. When the attack spell was almost ready, a large yellow-green stinky cloud suddenly enveloped the entire area, followed by a burst of dark spells and fear spells, and someone shouted there: "Enemy commando! Help me! The Lieutenant Colonel is dead! ”

The mages who were caught off guard interrupted the spell and instantly brought backlash, and the bursting fireball that a certain fool was preparing exploded all at once, making the scene even more chaotic, and Major Purrank's frantic shouting was to no avail, but was knocked to the ground by the panicked soldiers, and was trampled by countless stinky feet, and died in a place shrouded in stinky clouds.

Lorraine is actually quite lucky, lurking over and successfully activating the spell, although he found that he didn't learn the big killer weapon of the Dead Cloud Technique, but it is good that he has weakened the Stinky Cloud Technique, and it is not bad to use it.

After the darkness created by magic faded, the Pier Lofa Wing was no longer in command, and with the change of wind direction, at least a thousand soldiers were already dizzy from the stench, plus the Imperial soldiers who were struggling to assault, the Normans could no longer hold on, and when the soldiers found that the rear was not in the rear, there were more and more deserters, Under the double pressure of lack of will to fight and unskillful skills, the Imperial Army, which was fighting for survival, finally became the second unit to be formed and dispersed in the Battle of Fontainebleau after the 7th Army of St. Orlando and its 4th Goliath Wing.

Looking at the scattered and fleeing Pierre Lofa United, Lorraine threw away the stinky Norman uniform on his body and sat on the ground, in order to break through the blockade line he experienced too many ordeals are both assault and covert operations, the former ordinary students are now battlefield soldiers with enemy blood on their hands, the transformation is a little fast.

"Lieutenant Lorraine!" Seeing the surviving Imperial soldiers running over and shouting their names, Lorraine wiped his face and looked at each other, "Lieutenant! Just received an order from the lieutenant colonel to organize troops to immediately go to the Pirlofa industrial zone. "How could it be me? And what about the other officers? The soldier looked at Lorraine with a sad face, "We have been looking for a long time and have not found an officer above the rank of lieutenant, and the commander of the Dawnblade was hit in the head by a stray bullet at the end of the battle, so ......"

Die before the end of the battle, sure enough, don't do such a thing as setting up a flag, so as not to kill yourself and your teammates, watching the soldiers slowly gather over, he suddenly felt very happy, "Don't frown and cry, we won!" Finally won! Pirlofa has no enemies left! Speaking of this, Lorraine finally couldn't hold back her tears, thinking of the other people who had died for all this, and thinking of the other people who had died for all this, and the thought of her dead comrades, she suddenly cried.

"Don't cry, the road isn't over yet! I command, the whole army ...... Clean up the battlefield immediately and set off in thirty minutes! In order to avoid a long night's dream, Dolorin still gave this order, vaguely feeling that this battle was not over, and there might be more variables.