Clark has felt this oppression more than once these days, and there is a bit of tension.

Seeing these generals arguing endlessly, he really wanted to go out to breathe.

Still, when he got outside, he found that he couldn't relax.

The entire camp was revealing a sense of lifelessness, the soldiers were devoid of spirits, and some of them sat still, without any focus in their eyes.

He wasn't surprised, or angry.

Because he himself was so anxious.

It's been a long time since contact with the royal court was lost, and the teleportation circle closest to the royal city was also unilaterally shut down, and the last news from the royal city was that the royal court was in turmoil! This is undoubtedly a very bad situation.

Everyone's minds were suddenly detached from the battlefield in front of them.

Most of them want to return to the royal city to help their families, or take advantage of the situation to avoid being gnawed by their opponents in this political war.

Clark is also worried about the current situation of the royal court, his family is one of the forces in the country that clearly supports the second prince Ossoul, if the eldest prince Rafman succeeds in sitting on the throne this time, he is afraid that he will be swept away with the family.

Everyone didn't have the heart to fight, and the result was naturally defeat and retreat.

In such a situation, it is strange that the soldiers can still have morale!

As a result, some people proposed to bring troops back to the royal court to help suppress those "rebellious ministers and thieves".

Everyone has this kind of thought, but no one is going to be the first to agree to this kind of thing.

This is one thing that these old foxes with a keen sense of politics know well, and there is too little strength in the current royal city!

At this time, it is possible to achieve immortality either by going back to King Jing or choosing to follow the dragon, and the glory of the hereditary barons of the Peter Fresa family will only be at your fingertips at that time.

So, no one is going to budge.

Everyone can't all go back, and if they do, what about the fighting here? You can't let the Romaniels trample on the land of the Empire, right?

And just like that, in the end, such a ridiculous situation was formed.

No one wanted to fight the Romanians, but no one could get permission to leave, and these people were in a stalemate for a whole day and a night!

Clarke's success in protecting Fort Fymir after Edward has boosted his position even in an all-time extravagant line-up.

But that's all there is to it, it's not his turn to arrange the troops.

It was about the deepest time of the night.

The royal court has news! I don't know who said this, Clark suddenly came to his senses.

When he returned, there was silence, and Clark suddenly had a bad premonition.

"What happened?" He asked in a whisper by tugging at the sleeve of the man next to him.

"Lord Peter Fresa assisted His Highness Rafman in ascending to the throne, and the royal court ordered us to start an early decisive battle with Romaniel......"

Clark's eyes widened, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"What do you guys think?" The man at the top, who is currently the head of Odin's army, asked.

"Nope! That's impossible! Clark's body trembled slightly, "Tell me, it's not true!" What about His Highness Al Sursul?! ”

"Calm down, His Highness Ozur has ......"

Clark couldn't hear what the man was talking about, he just lowered his head and turned pale, and kept muttering to himself, "It's over, it's all over......"

Some of them reacted similarly to him, almost all of them political allies of Ossoul, and they knew what they were up against.

"Since it is an order from His Majesty the King, we naturally have to obey it!" One stood up and said.

"That's right."

"I can't wait to kill a few Romaniels."

"Well said."

Most of the people began to rise up and respond, and those who had always supported Rafman naturally did not object, and those who had been neutral had to side with the eldest prince because of the change in circumstances.

After all, no one wants to be inexplicably regarded as a "traitor" and end up with a ruined family.

"Everyone, I think it's better to wait a few days to verify the authenticity of the news, in case there is fraud? IMHO, this order is simply too weird. Someone else said so.

However, there were not many such voices, and they were quickly drowned out in the words of everyone.

After all, the royal court's magic beacons don't deceive, and the scene where Otsur is hung on the city's head is also recorded by magic crystals.

Besides, everyone wants to believe what they want to believe.

Swallowing the last piece of sizzling beef roasted over the fire, and listening to the slightly tragic marching song, Clarke's expression was complicated.

As it approached dawn, the time when people were at their deepest sleep, Odin's warriors were heavily armed and largely ready for a battle with Romaniel.

The sky was still cold and the moon was in the sky, the fierce west wind blew the tips of the soldiers' hair, and the geese that occasionally swept overhead also made a few terrible cries, and the grass withered on the rolling hills, and the frost was heavy and slippery, and all I could see was the flying battle flags, and the sound of hunting; I only heard the horn of the expedition, which was majestic and powerful; And the team of men and horses ready to charge at any time, the cold and shining swords and guns...

Some people feel uneasy, and the thought that they will be promoted to the rank of knight after returning to China makes them feel proud and unable to stop their pride. Of course, there are some people among them, such as Clark and others, who are naturally unhappy, but this is beyond their control.

Even people who were inferior to them in the past and were polite when they met and spoke politely gradually became presumptuous towards them.

After all, once a son of heaven and a courtier, they become losers like the people they invest in, then there is nothing to fear.

Clark himself and his men were forced to be at the forefront.

It was only now that the official, who had managed to break away from the fortress of Fimir, gradually accepted his current situation.

He is a little tragic, but dying here is a death for the empire, and he can be named a "hero" afterwards, if he returns to the royal city, it is estimated that he will definitely be put on a big name and then die in the hands of his own people for no reason.

Thinking so, Clarke's mood finally improved a little.

Sure enough, human beings will find a more optimistic perspective for themselves at any time.

At this time, the returning scouts reported that Romaniel had no signs of discovery. Thinking about it, Odin has always been "defending" as the main strategy from the beginning of the battle, and the Romanians probably couldn't imagine that the Odin people would dare to take the initiative at this time.

Clark looked down from above, Romaniel's camp was very quiet, only a few fires were still swaying in the cold wind, and it seemed that they had not taken any special precautions tonight.

Here's your chance!

Odin's generals were a little excited, they were not stupid, this order was indeed very suspicious, so they who always cherished their lives were naturally fully prepared when they carried it out.

For example, before they decided to go to war, they quickly organized contact with spies, sent scouts to scout the surrounding area, and eliminated traps.

What is certain is that Romaniel's camp did have some slackness.

Now all it takes is one signal, and the warriors of the Odin Empire will charge into battle, leaving each other completely in this great land.

That's pretty much what everyone thinks.

And so, the charge began!

There were no more superfluous expressions on the faces of the warriors, only fortitude remained. The Imperial warriors who were named jumped up one by one and turned over on their horses.

A roar of rage rang out, and the horses rushed down like a broken arrow, without hesitation.

Romaniel had already reacted by this time, they shouted loudly, and at the sound of a shout, the bow and arrow were like dense raindrops shooting towards the sneak attacker.

The neighing of horses, the shouts of warriors, the thunderous hoofs of horses, and the clashing of swords and swords resounded throughout the land, and in a matter of moments it was already a river of blood.

The corpses of the enemy and their own side were strewn on the battlefield, and many were wounded in various sizes.

The cold wind gusted, the bright moon shone on the iron armor, and Clark sneezed, he was scared.

No matter how much you comfort yourself, in the face of this bloody hell that completely abandons humanity, no one will not care, after all, no one wants to kiss death, not once.

Then, a large amount of magic lit up the entire night sky, and the addition of spellcaster troops on both sides directly turned the place into a flesh grinding disc, and people were crushed to pieces every second of every moment.

Thunder and lightning roared across the sky and pierced the night sky, followed by flames approaching the surroundings, and the smell of blood permeating the "noisy" tent.

The wailing is really still matched with the sword light and the sword shadow, the blood-colored roses bloom in the wind, and the stumps and severed arms that can be seen everywhere under the feet are hideous and terrifying, and the rich breath makes it difficult to breathe.

The moment many people fell, their eyes reflected the shallow smile of their wives, the babbling of their children, and the old tears of their elderly parents, but he only had time to say sorry, and then he became ashes.

But no one will stop wielding the weapons in their hands, and the last thing they need at such times is mercy and goodness.

If you have an arrow stuck in your right arm, you will slash it with your unskilled left hand; The brother on the right is red-eyed, and he cuts until the knife is curled. …

This is war!

The sky is nothing but fire and smoke, and all that is left is fear and death!

Clark gripped the end of his weapon as if he were holding a straw, and many people leaped out of him, accompanied by a violent crash and screams.

Obviously the temperature was not high, but Clark still wiped the sweat from his forehead and face with his sleeve, and his hands kept shaking.

The fear of death had taken hold of him, as if it was about to squeeze all the vitality out of his body! Just as he was about to fall off his horse in despair, Odin's second charge began!