The biggest difference between the rabble and the imperial army is in the "battlefield discipline".

In terms of individual combat power alone, many of the veteran bandits who crawled out of the pile of corpses were no weaker than the Imperial soldiers. But the unorganized and undisciplined lazy nature also makes these guys unable to gather any combat effectiveness.

"Riding with the wind and waves, against the wind" is a natural attribute that comes with the robbers.

There is an advantage, swarming up, whoever is fast has more grabbing; Once disadvantaged, the dead friends will not die in the poor way, and whoever has long legs can live.

At this moment, after the strange thieves saw that their partners around them were harvested in pieces, and most of the mechanical cities became lying nests, the guys who were scolding and scolding the eldest prince Quentin alive just now immediately changed their faces.

Without Steam Machinery City, everyone knows that if they stay any longer, they will not be able to escape when the encirclement of the Royal Legion of the Omar Empire is closed.

Therefore, these strange thieves who just called themselves brothers and sisters lived and died together, and they flew separately when the catastrophe came.

Like a frightened bird in the jungle, these tens of thousands of strange thieves scattered in a hurry.

However, in the blink of an eye, there was no one around [White Wolf] Bazel except for a few henchmen.

The rabble collapsed without fighting, and the several members of the Omar royal family who were besieged just now instantly lost their pressure, and they looked at the silver wolf with ill will.

The overall situation has been decided, and the eldest prince Quentin couldn't help but be excited in his heart, and said jokingly: "Mr. Bazel, it seems that your partners don't want to accompany you to death so much..."

Today, this werewolf must die no matter what!

.......

The war continues.

Although they were surrounded, the thieves didn't all choose to be captured.

Especially those bounty criminals who know that their crimes are so heinous that even if they surrender they can't escape the fate of the gallows, they plan to fight for their lives.

This is a very terrifying force, most of them are the leaders and elites of the major monster thief groups, including many [Demon Hunters] and [Great Demon Hunters] who have broken through the third- and fourth-order genetic locks.

The cannon is extremely lethal to low-level transcendentals, but it is not much of a threat to those who have reached the extreme speed of humans.

As long as they escape the encirclement, they will survive.

The steam mechanical imaging of the Monster Thieves is a Lego toy. It is not a welded monolith, but a "stitching monster" with many compartments for various purposes, assembled together with rivets and suspension systems.

"Unload the cabins, lose all the buildings you can throw except for the power boiler!"

"Cut the carriage and reduce the weight to the lightest!"

"Boiler pressurization, loading overload operation mode..."

“...”

Most of the Monster Thieves' mechanical cities have been modified in the black market mechanical modification factories, and many quick disassembly devices have been set up, in order to escape in times of crisis.

The mechanical city that burns countless money is the most important family of the monster thief group, and it is also the "lifeblood" that the leaders are proud of!

But at this moment, in order to survive, those decisive leaders of the monster thieves had to throw away the belongings they had accumulated for many years and flee lightly.

......

"Hitchhiker is coming!"

With his legs alone, Wren knew he would never be able to escape.

After observing the edge of the battlefield for a long time, he did not dare to choose the large group of monster thieves who were taken care of by the Omar Empire, but saw the opportunity and climbed into a miniature mechanical city that had been dismantled to almost only the skeleton.

With the courage of "a strong man breaking his wrist", he has a chance to live. It's not like some idiots who still want to keep the mechanical city of the Monster Thieves intact and rush out...

The southwest is the only weak direction of this encirclement, and now the strange thieves who can observe this gap have a chance to escape.

......

And on the other hand, somewhere on the battlefield.

An elegant middle-aged man wearing a well-fitting tuxedo, a black cloak on a red background, and a top hat quietly drank a drink, and his every move exuded the elegance of a high nobleman.

Even though the battle was raging not far away and the artillery fire was deafening, he was not moved at all.

"I miscalculated this time."

The middle-aged man's slightly green pupils flashed with a strange luster, and he muttered to himself: "No wonder so many palace offerings have come, it turns out that those guys in Omar have even counted this king." Hehe, it's really calculating..."

At the round table, an old man dressed as a butler used a crystal pot to add bright red liquid to the middle-aged man's cup and asked, "Your Excellency, what should we do now?" ”

If there are outsiders present, they will naturally recognize that this middle-aged man in tuxedo is actually the [Blood Prince] of the Side Empire, William Dracula!

"What else can I do?"

Prince William sighed slightly, looked a little helpless, and said: "After all, the contract has been signed, and Omar's people have not violated the agreement, and we must do the same." ”

"Yes, sir."

The butler nodded, and said, "It's a pity... My lord, the strange bandits you funded in southern Omar are probably going to be wiped out this time. ”

"yes... What a strategy to kill many birds with one stone! ”

Prince William rubbed his brows and looked out at the battlefield with the roar of artillery in the distance.

After a moment of silence, he said again: "Borrow the hand of [White Wolf] Bazel to severely damage that eldest princess, and then borrow our hand to kill her." The greatest threat to the succession to the throne has been eliminated..."

After a pause, he continued: "During the entire assassination process, no one from the Omar royal family was directly involved, so it was completely free of any trouble. In the future, I am not afraid of the members of the parliament who support Ymir to make trouble... This hand of 'changing knives to kill' is really clever. ”

Speaking of this, the prince couldn't help but admire again and again, and did not hide his appreciation for this plan, and said: "Originally, it was impossible for this southern bandit to be completely eradicated, but I didn't want those guys to come here with such a stroke of genius to 'kill people with fireworks'. This time, the overall situation of the bandit has been decided, and the prestige of the eldest prince Quentin will reach its peak, and he must be the first in line to inherit the throne..."

Moreover, some of the strength supported by their Side Empire in these strange bandit groups in the south of Omar was also wiped out this time, and they suffered a loss, but they couldn't say it.

Prince William felt a little panicked in his heart.

His eyes sparkled, and then he sighed again: "The strategist who came up with this plan... There is a great talent! ”

The housekeeper on the side took the opportunity to ask, "My lord, do you need to go down and investigate that guy?" ”

"Hmm. If you can, see if you can pull it over..."

Prince William nodded, and said lazily: "However, the guy with this strategy and vision is probably not easy to woo." ”

Instead, as if he had thought of something, he asked, "By the way, has you found something in Baron Morin's hand?" ”

"No whereabouts yet."

The butler said, "However, Quinn of the Weasel Regiment has been summoned to say that he already has some eyebrows, saying that he is a newcomer with major suspicions. The subordinates have informed the spies on Omar's side to try to save the lives of those guys. I'm afraid that the newcomer will die before we find him..."

Prince William's expression was a little gloomy, and he complained: "Damn it! If it weren't for this war, things would have gotten so much trouble. If you get that thing, Omar's technological advantage will be gone..."

Before he could think about it, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and said, "Okay, the target is here, and I'm ready to do it." ”

Far away in the reflection of his eyes, the wounded eldest princess of Omar, Ymir, was slowly walking under the protection of the guards.

At this moment, the prince bared his sharp vampire fangs.

......

And on the other hand.

The [White Wolf] Bazel, who was still aggressive just now, and vowed to kill Omar and his party, was already in a mess.

The brothers died and fled, and he alone had to be besieged and killed by several royal worshippers.

At this moment, the tall silver wolf was no longer as powerful as it had just now, and it was covered with open skin and flesh wounds all over its body. Archmage [Enma] Black Moss's black flame magic burned his fur black like a maggot on a tarsal bone. This evil fire of black magic, even the super healing power of a werewolf is helpless.

Originally, if it was such an enemy, Bazel could also rely on the werewolf's super physique to be tough.

Even if you can't beat it, you can escape.

But... Now besieging him, there are not only Black Mos, but also several Omar royal offerings!

You can't fight it, you can't escape it.

Bazel's face was very ugly.

......

Compared with the fierce and tense atmosphere of the battlefield, the eldest prince Quentin, who was watching the battle not far away, was in a very good mood.

"Hahaha...[White Wolf] Bazel is in danger of being doomed this time."

He looked at the battle situation in front of him, and his excitement was hard to suppress.

This "Top Ten Legendary Demon Hunters" is the ceiling of the monster thief group, and he is also a ruthless man who even his father has a headache and the captains of the major legions have returned with many defeats.

Today, he is going to die in front of himself.

This is an unprecedented feat!

Quentin looked at the black-robed staff beside him, did not hold any prince's shelf, and did not hide his gratitude, and said: "Mr. Metternich, this time the bandits are thanks to your layout!" If I ascend the throne in the future, I will be given the title of Prince of Sir! ”

The tone of the black-robed staff was always as calm as water, not arrogant or impatient: "Your Highness is serious... The subordinates just did what they had to do. ”

"Sir is too modest!"

Quentin looked at the great battle situation in front of him, and his heart was surging.

This is all his military exploits, and it will go down in history in the future.

After today, what three princes, four princes... In terms of merit, in terms of prestige, no one can compare with him!

But in the blink of an eye, Quentin looked at the small group of monster thieves who fled towards the gap in the southwest, and wondered: "Mr. Metternich, why didn't the encirclement of the Mechic Legion completely encircle the southwest... Wouldn't that have escaped a lot of robbers? ”

"There are many masters in the Monster Thieves Regiment, and if they collide head-on, although they can win, the losses of the Royal Legion will also be great. Stay one of the three, so that those guys won't jump off the wall in a hurry..."

The black-robed staff explained, "Don't worry, Your Highness. There were still the mechanical cavalry of the First Legion waiting for them. There may be a few fish and shrimp that have slipped through the net, but a large group like the 'white wolf group' will never be released. Only by suppressing bandits with low losses can His Highness's reputation be even more impressive to the ministers of the empire..."