Seiffert looked at a few of his men, let them look at each other, and only waited for a moment before whispering, "Now I have good news for you, and this should be considered bad news." ”

Several generals looked up at their main general, confused: what is good and bad news?!

Seifert looked at them and said, "Stronghold Ron was also ordered by the military department to send 20,000 elite troops from the First Army in the North to assist us. When the generals heard this, they were overjoyed, the First Army Corps in the North was an elite army under the old general, and 20,000 people were more effective than the 100,000 troops in other places.

"But the commander of this reinforcement will be...... Old General Conrad! As soon as Seifert said this, several of his subordinates suddenly wrinkled their faces.

"Wouldn't it?! General, how could it be him?! A general spoke with a pained face.

Not only him, but several other generals also lowered their faces as if they were constipated, and Conrad's name had long been known to everyone in the Baya Army, especially this group of generals who were born under Will were not less suffocated to death by this old general.

General Conrad, fifty-eight years old, is still younger than Will, but once the Baya Army calls him, it all ends with "old general".

is all because of this old general, the character of fifty-eight years old, eighty-five years old, and the speed of one hundred and five years old, so General Conrad has a more prominent nickname - model old general.

One of the rare tribes of Beamon is called the model, and their people move extremely slowly, which is unusually powerful and swift Beamon, and the human saying "model walking" means to describe someone who does things slowly and gently. But at the same time, while moving slowly, the model family also has an extremely strong hard armor shell, which is difficult to damage with ordinary weapons, and has extremely high defense.

Old General Conrad received such a nickname, and his style of using troops is self-explanatory. His troops are often as slow as a model, but the places he garrisons are as strong as the hard shell of a model, making them difficult for the enemy to capture.

Seifert's men are all young and strong, young warriors in the prime of their careers, who have been fighting with the Saint-Germain Empire for a long time on the southeast front, and are naturally accustomed to blood and death, and due to the excessive secretion of hormones in the body, they have an extremely strong attack**.

Now it's quite tedious to have them fight alongside the famous defensive expert, model veteran General Conrad.

Seifert didn't stop a few of his men this time, and to be honest, he didn't understand the old General Conrad sent by Will. Now what they need is not defense but offense, but why would the old boss Will send such a defensive titan at this juncture?!

Don't.........

Seifert stood up abruptly and shouted, "Shut up! I order, speed up the defense of the camp at once, in two days, no, in one day! ”

Several of his subordinates stopped in amazement, staring at Seifert, puzzled for a moment: why did the general suddenly get so angry?!

Seifert looked at a few of his subordinates who were a little stunned, and couldn't help but be anxious: "Don't go and give the order yet!" The Beamon Legion is coming! ”

"Huh?!" Several generals looked at each other, wondering why the general suddenly made such a judgment, but the good obedience of the Baya soldiers made them salute immediately and hurried out of the house.

Seifert was in the room when he heard two of his grumpy men shouting, "Herald! Bastard, get the hell out of here! Right away! ”

"Little bunny! Hurry up and keep up, I can't keep up with you! ”

…………

Seifert looked at the ceiling with his eyes and sighed heavily, "General, are you trying to remind me in this way?!" Is the Beamon Legion really so impatient?! ”

With a flash of light, Seifert strode over to the wall, looked up at Bielefeld on the map, and slammed his fist on it: "Bastard! I want you orc mongrels to look good this time! Otherwise, how can I explain to the general. ”

Moon's golden eyes glowed in the night, an outward manifestation of the Leonin's unique night vision.

Through these golden eyes, which would not be blinded by the night, Moon stared at the rather humble Terran military camp not far away, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It had been so long since Beamon had entered the realm of the human race, so long that these Terran soldiers had forgotten the horror of the Beamon warriors, and dared to camp under the noses of the Beamon Legion without a numerical advantage.

When he first heard the news, it was not fear or excitement, but consternation.

He was amazed at the arrogance of human beings.

An army of 50,000 men, without the protection of strong walls and without a large number of heavy defensive weapons, dared to march to the first twenty miles of Bielefell, did they think that the army of Beamon had come for sightseeing?

In the evening, Moon received an order from Princess Sheila, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed.

In fact, even if he didn't have this order, he would have sent troops to annihilate this stupid and bold Terran army, but he had a more important task than taking a breath.

Now that the order to send troops is sent by Her Royal Highness the princess herself, then this battle is imperative!

Moon brought half of his army, that is, 50,000 Beamon warriors, and he believed that in the field, the same number of Terran warriors was no match for Beamon, so 50,000 men were enough! The remaining 50,000 men were still carrying out their original mission in Bielefeld, and the time was pressing, and even though Moon was extremely belligerent by nature, he had to suppress the tempting idea of attacking all his troops.

Before dawn, the battle will be over!

Moon told himself.

Out of the consideration of a quick battle, Moon didn't even let the Beamon Legion light a torch to light the way, anyway, most of the Beamon he brought this time had the ability to fight at night, and besides, he entered the camp of the Terran Legion, are you afraid that there will be no fire to illuminate?!

Twenty miles away at the feet of the Beamon Legion, just less than an hour of rapid walking, at this moment, two miles away, is the Terran *** bright battalion, behind the Beamon Legion is dozens of fallen Terran scouts, none of them can send a warning signal, in front of the night owl clan, the vampire bat, the two night operations are as agile and silent as ghosts, these Terran scouts were all wiped out in an instant.

Moon waved his hand gently, summoned the adjutant general beside him, and ordered in a deep voice: "Order the whole army, and in a few moments, with the light of the fire here as a signal, all charge!" Be sure to break through the Terran camp in the first attack. ”