The ensuing raid went exceptionally well. Zheng Ming and others, who have the player's space storage capacity and do not need to consider cumbersome issues such as baggage logistics, went straight into the hinterland of the Dornists under the leadership of Arthur.

In the territory of the Dorn, which was originally a vast and sparsely populated plain, most of the young and strong were drained by the fighting ahead, resulting in a serious lack of resistance.

Without much effort, Zheng Ming and the others advanced to the joint battalion commander of the tribes in Dorne.

It is called the ancestral land by the Dorn, and it is surrounded by several large tribes and hundreds of small and medium-sized tribes. Similar to the royal capital, it has a symbolic meaning that represents the power and name of the king.

It was also here that Zheng Ming and others, who had been unimpeded all the way, encountered real resistance. The footsteps of Zheng Ming and the others also stalled under the attack of the sea of people piled up by the Dorn people with their lives.

The news of the attack on the ancestral land soon spread to the ranks of the Dornites who had just taken a break from the great battle. The power of faith is evident in this moment. Convinced that the ancestral land is the destination of the soul after death, the Dornites are furious and cannot be destroyed or desecrated, causing quite a commotion in the army.

In such a situation, even if you know that the withdrawal of troops now will definitely be pursued by the enemy and suffer heavy casualties. But in the face of his agitated men, Drogo Ryan had to give the order to rush back to his ancestral land and break the invaders into pieces.

The two sides of the Ronan Kingdom and the Lai Ai Alliance, which had long been expected, were the first to notice the movement of the Dorns. So a large-scale and fierce chase began.

A few days later, the Dorn, who had lost all their cannon fodder units and most of the infantry units in the pursuit, and only the cavalry units remained, and they entered the border between the Central Plains and the Vine Plains under the entanglement of the Ronan Kingdom and the cavalry of the Lai Ai Alliance.

Sometimes I have to sigh at the magic of nature. Spreading from the Chia Mountains, the two plains seemed to have been split in half by the sword of the gods, forming a chasm like a moat.

With this bottomless abyss as the boundary, the two plains, one high and one low, seem to have turned into two worlds.

On one side is the central Great Plains where the Dornites are constantly being pursued. It represents death! On the other side is the Wien Plain behind the drawbridge, which represents life.

Soon after arriving at the only suspension bridge, Drogo Ryan found Zheng Ming and others guarding the bridge opposite. By the time he realized that this was a trap formed by the work of nature, it was too late.

It was not that he was unaware of the dangers of the terrain, but on the contrary, he took it very seriously. For this reason, three leaders of the Dabu tribe were also left to ensure the way back. It is impossible for him to spend more than ten days or more on detours when the war is urgent.

However, it was clear that the defenses he had left behind were still to no avail. The moment he saw the Celts led by Arthur and Zheng Ming appear on the other side of the bridge, he immediately understood this.

He looked back at his subordinates, who were more or less injured and looked embarrassed under the high-intensity fighting. These people are all his cronies who have either been subdued or promoted over the years. They were strong, strong, brave, skilled, and most importantly they obeyed him.

"Now it is impossible to support the ancestral land as soon as possible, and drive the enemy away. There is only one way left for us, and that is to turn around and fight your way out. ”

"But if the ancestral land cannot hold on, and is defiled by the destruction of those Celts, then our ancestors will surely send down the punishment. When we die, our souls will not be at peace and will suffer eternal torment. ”

After a long period of faith, a tribal leader finally couldn't resist questioning Drogo Ryan. Drogo may be the Khan of the Dornes now, but his orders seem nothing compared to those great ancestors.

Faced with the doubts from his subordinates, Drogo Ryan's face was expressionless. I saw that the ciphertext light on his body was fleeting, and then appeared beside the other party. And the subordinate who had followed him for many years fell to the ground with a twisted neck.

A strong sense of shock froze on the corpse's face, and the surrounding Dorne generals couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they saw the pair of eyes that quickly lost their minds staring directly at Drogo Ryan, while the other party was as calm as if he had killed an ant.

"Don't you understand? There are Celts guarding on the other side, how can we get past? Even those of us who can barely get past the block by our own means can help us do it, but what about our soldiers? And what about the lads of our tribe? Are you going to let me leave them behind like I did those exotic cannon fodder? ”

Under the sharp gaze of Drogo Ryan's eagle head, everyone lowered their heads.

"The ancestral land has been destroyed, we can build it again, anyway, it's not the first time that the ancestral land has been built again. Those ancestors can do it, why can't we do it? The priority now is to defeat the enemy behind you and save the lives of the living. I, King Drogo, have promised you that when I have repelled this group of outsiders, I will lead you to slaughter the Celtic realms, pile up their heads in front of their ancestral lands, let their blood be cleansed, and let their souls wail and repent in the rotting skulls. ”

At the end of his vision, an army composed of three different costumes and military flags slowly revealed.

Seeing the golden dragon and the thunder dragon constantly circling and roaring in the sky above the army, Drogo Ryan jumped onto the head of the black dragon.

"My valiant soldiers, the aggrieved escape is over. I give you permission now, raise your swords and crossbows, and turn around and crush those annoying flies to smithereens! ”

On the other side, Cesar, Bach, Adam and the others, who had just arrived, saw that they had changed their previous strategy, and the faces of the Dornes who were charging towards themselves and the others changed.

Bach: "Damn. How are these barbarians like crazy? ”

Cesar: "Not good. Is that the moat ahead? ”

Adam: "The worst thing happened. The Celtics blocked across the bridge. There is no way back for them. You can only fight us. ”

The advantage of having players is reflected in this moment. Not only the accuracy of the hand-drawn oral topographic maps of this world, but also the various intelligence advantages are vividly reflected at this moment.

Unlike Xisar and others, who were unfamiliar with the terrain and could only rely on the local herdsmen to know the situation, Zheng Ming and the others had already calculated the route for the Dorn people to return and blocked the only bridge.

At this point, the evil results of Ronan and Lai Ai's side, which had deliberately slackened the intensity of their pursuit these days and preserved the combat strength of the Dorn cavalry as much as possible, finally returned to them at this moment.

In the original plan, all the combat power consumed by the collision with the Celtic side turned the gun and stabbed at himself and the others at this time.

Far more competent and prolific than before, the battle suddenly broke out. It's just that the difference is that this time it was no longer cannon fodder and weak brigades that died in batches, but the real elites who made the hearts of the kings of both sides bleed.

(End of chapter)