"Are you willing to take the lead?" Spike Moore asked Su Mo curiously.

No matter how reluctant Su Mo was at this time, he couldn't show his reluctance, he immediately held his head high and replied loudly: "Yes!" ”

"Yes, a good seedling." Spike Moore was pleased with Su Moore's simplicity and asked him to sit down in a seat under his left hand.

Next, Su Mo met all kinds of nobles.

Some are just barons and viscounts - the lord is not qualified to enter this at all, and the least that can enter here must be a baron, and the kind that must have his own territory and arms.

Su Mo even saw a few counts.

The earl is not necessarily rich and powerful, some families are in decline, some are not good at business, and some are losers, there is always a mortal flow model suitable for them.

They go into Spike's tent, and they all behave like grandsons.

Regardless of the background of the family, Spike kills when he says kill, unlike his uncle, the former commander of the Southern Legion, who is lenient with others, and Spike, who is the master who kills his own people and kills rivers of blood.

Spike sat on the throne and greeted the nobles who had come to report for duty.

Their location was on a high hill, and from here they could see the army of thieves and rebels gradually gathering about four or five miles in front of them.

"You two are the closest, but you're the last, pull ......them out," Spike paused, and then continued, looking at the two nobles with mournful eyes, "Whip twenty lashes, and drag them back." ”

"Lord Count Xie, Lord Lord Xie!" The two nobles were actually viscounts and the like, but now they were as humble as two ants.

Not only are they afraid of Sparrow, but they are also afraid of the Moore family behind Sparrow.

The Moore family has an ancestral motto called that if you want to kill the enemy's buttocks, you must kill your own people first crying dad and calling mother.

For a moment, both of them thought they were going to be sacrificed.

When they came back after twenty lashes, they endured the pain and explained why they were late, and when they were accused, they didn't dare to say a word.

The two nobles didn't really mean to be lazy, they were late because they were ambushed by adventurers.

The 1,500 people brought with them were killed and wounded more than 200 before they got rid of them.

"If you heard me right, then these people are the Scarlet Crusaders, and their boss is called Big Sweet Potato." Hearing the description of the two nobles, a person in the right position next to him spoke.

"You know him?" Sparrow asked.

"I don't know, but I've heard of his name, but I think this Iron Horse Baron is more familiar with the big sweet potato than we are." The player led the conversation to Su Mo.

Su Mo sat on the left, sitting with the nobles, and his position was quite high.

This made the players who came to the war very jealous, and if they wanted to enter this camp, they had to bring enough 2,000 full-level brothers with them.

And they all have to sit on small benches crammed together, one by one looking frustrated.

If they could, they hoped to be able to bring down Su Mo, at least that way they would have a little more balance in their hearts.

It's just that he didn't expect the opportunity to come so quickly, and Su Mo was about to be unlucky in the blink of an eye.

"Oh, why?" Sparrow asked, and he asked Su Mo to sit on the left because Su Mo himself was a nobleman and lord, and he was a member of Grand Duke Stan.

But if Su Mo really eats inside and outside and colludes with thieves, he will not hesitate to kill Su Mo.

Grand Duke Stan can't manage his barracks.

As for Su Mo's own identity, he is just a small lord.

"Because of the big sweet potato, their nest is in the territory of this Great Lord of Huggins." The player had a cruel smile on his face.

He looked down on Su Mo very much in his heart.

Isn't it just a pen that is too lucky, and the brain is not complete, and such a flaw is exposed.

"How do you explain that?" Sparrow turned his head and asked Su Mo, who was still sitting upright.

In fact, he admired Su Mo's bearing, and it was all up to this, and ordinary people probably knelt on the ground a long time ago, crying I am the person of Grand Duke Stan, you can't kill me and so on.

"The subordinates have nothing to explain, just ask to fight!" Su Mo responded in a calm and resolute voice.

"Good!" Sparrow couldn't help but applaud.

That's it, explain the fart, only those who play power tricks like to be forced to chatter, as a warrior, just do it.

Su Mo took the military order and strode away from the barracks.

One hundred of his brethren rallied on their horses – a stark contrast to the boisterous groups of players.

Then Su Mo rushed out towards the enemy camp with these hundred people.

Was he going to storm Wallace's camp, which apparently had at least 50,000 homes?

At this moment, Wallace's side also rushed out in an uproar, numbering about four or five hundred, yelling and screaming that could be heard from afar.

Anyway, there are all kinds of swear words, and if the light wheel is a mouthpiece, this group of people is definitely more elite than the Moore Iron Horse.

The two sides ran for a while, and finally got together.

At the very beginning of the war, the commanders of both sides rarely piled up all their troops unless it was a last resort.

It's like the battle between Wallace and the Southern Legion before.

Wallace really has no way at all, even if they have the slightest way to live, they will not lead tens of thousands of people to attack the elite who are more than themselves.

In most cases, it is a temptation first.

Now it was Su Mo's turn to put on a show, and their battle kicked off the second Battle of Lake Miller.

Lake Miller is destined to go down in history, and war breaks out here once again.

Su Mo took the lead, jumped up on the horse, and then the arrows in his hand were fired several times in succession, accurately hitting the target.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight on horseback, it's that his brethren don't have the ability to do so.

It would have been strange for him to ride alone, so they all gave up riding and took out all sorts of weapons to walk.

The hundred people left behind by Su Mo were all the strongest combat power of the Scarlet Battle Banner.

Basically, they were all assassins and berserkers, and the guys on the other side who were still laughing at their few people were taken by surprise.

Luckily, the other side was also infantry.

They are also players, and they also don't have the ability to fight immediately, and after they got off the ground, they ushered in a head-on attack from Su Mo and others.

But it wasn't a one-sided massacre.

Lao Qian - that is, he loves money the most, Qian Qian is obviously very professional, not to mention the number of people he arranges, the acting skills of others are professional.

No one thinks they're acting anyway.

In the end, Su Mo and the others killed these four or five hundred people, which was a great victory, but his brothers also hung up forty or fifty.

This attrition rate is halved.

How tragic the battle was, Sparrow, the commander-in-chief, was moved, and when Su Mo returned to the command post wearing a blood-stained battle armor, he strode up to meet him and patted Su Mo on the shoulder very affectionately.

Then he looked to the right—

"Kill this man, and the waste he brought."