The situation is so critical, and at the moment, a mass killing weapon like a ballista cannot come in handy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Verdun pondered for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the hundred or so mounted infantry had returned to his side. He saw a familiar figure on his horse, crumbling - bloodstained on his armor, his right arm shuffling in a strange way, his face pale as paper, and a wisp of red blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

It's Calis!

Verdun's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was about to step forward, but he didn't expect the wounded man to come to him on a war horse—he gritted his teeth, sweat dripping his hair and forehead, and glanced at Verdun, his voice weak and visibly weak.

"Are you thinking about how to deal with the enemy's light cavalry?"

Verdun nodded, "We still have twenty intact ballistas, but at the moment the terrain is ......"

"So you're hesitating?"

"Am I going to let these young lads rush forward and face the enemy mages and hussars?"

"Mages are indeed a big problem, but we still have horses. We don't have a few regular cavalry, and it's a pity that these horses are a pity. ”

"What are you going to do?"

In Afron's local fleet, Verdun was not a high-ranking officer who was accustomed to flexibility, and he was more adept at commanding the battle in a decent manner, confronting the enemy head-on, but in the present situation, this trait of his did not bring any change in the tide of battle—he was self-aware enough, and under his golden eyebrows, a pair of turquoise eyes looked at Calis.

"Gather the ballista and drive the horses to charge the enemy."

"But ......"

"Distressed? If we lose this battle, we will have nothing left, not even a small life. ”

Calis's voice hissed as he spoke, his gaze was calm and cold, and his eyes were no longer full of vigor, dim and dull.

"Alright! The fight to win and lose, in one fell swoop. ”

Verdun took command of Calis's team, and began to make arrangements at the suggestion of Calis—the Lord's Guard on the other side of the street, when there was a sudden commotion, followed by earth-shattering cheers. He saw the baron, dressed in heavy armor, back on the war horse, and beside him, in addition to the two female mages he had just seen, there was also an unfamiliar face that had not appeared before.

The face was not found in his memory—he saw the man take a heavy armor-piercing arrow from the quiver on his horse's back, and easily pull a longbow to the full moon. It is you who are aiming at yourself.

He also saw the man's glance - their eyes collided, and the other grinned as if something was being said, but it was too far apart for him to hear clearly.

The armor-piercing arrow brought a white turbulent air flow in the air, and the tearing wind pressure even made the skin feel painful from afar.

Not good!

As soon as the arrow left the string, Verdun suddenly had an estimate in his heart: that guy, maybe he is an enemy of the awakening level, judging from his outfit, maybe he is a marksman - in the chaotic battlefield, such an enemy is far more difficult to deal with than ordinary people, and the sharp long-range attack is elusive, inadvertently harvesting lives.

In particular, the other party now has a clear purpose. Sniping the Commander, Dismantling His Own Organized Offensive - The target of the warhorse in the uniform of a senior officer was so conspicuous that the white air was on his chest in the blink of an eye, and the armor-piercing arrow had a modified conical arrow, and he was not sure if the armor on his body could stop it. In order to be safe, his body sank and hid until the belly of the war horse was lowered, but immediately after, he saw the second white air current, almost in no particular order!

Two shots!

It was a skill that only the most skilled marksman could master, and Verdun was almost desperate in his heart, and judging by the trajectory and speed of the current, he could not dodge - the armor-piercing arrow pierced into the body of the warhorse, and the pained animal neighed and raised its front hooves high. He felt as if the sharp diamond-shaped arrows of steel were gnawing at flesh, but his body did not produce a trace of pain.

Verdun's eyes widened.

A figure emerged from the crowd, and a knight in armor swung his long sword, and the golden sword light collided with the white air flow in the dusk, and suddenly there was a crisp "bang". The knight pulled down his visor, and he stared at the archer:

"Long time no see, Mr. Lecter."

On the latter salutation, he struck a word with utter force, as if he had a deep hatred for the man in front of him—the archer, dressed in a very ordinary leather armor with a slightly unkempt brown beard, had a wry smile on his face when he heard the knight call out the disguised name.

"Mr. Cylen......"

Glo didn't expect to meet the officer again in such a scene - in the game, most players learned about this part of Afron's background history, perhaps out of sympathy for the loser, and there was no shortage of people who had a good impression of this kingdom's navy. Otaku has been in contact with these players, and this sympathy is very ridiculous in his opinion.

From the perspective of the evolution of the situation in Afron, since the end of the Sixth Eta War, the local fleet of Afron has lost its supplies from the royal capital Elva, and it is undoubtedly a drop in the bucket to rely on the port tax of Afron to support a fleet, so they are eager to expand their own sources of interests; On the other hand, the only paradise in the troubled north, the Escud family, as the lord, they are also worried about the chaotic and precarious situation, and they have been strengthening their own strength, and the establishment of the armed forces requires a large number of raels, which has become the dispute between the two sides.

In the eyes of most nobles, the enemy that Afron was currently facing could only come from land, so it was inevitable that the kingdom's navy would make some concessions to its interests. But these reasons were not understood by the officers of this local detachment fleet, and the reason for the development of the situation to the point where the two sides were at odds with each other, perhaps with the undead of Dill in the way. But ending all the contradictions with a brutal battle is indeed a worst-case outcome.

There is no right or wrong, only victory and defeat! The world view of the holographic simulation game "Dissension", each force has its own reasons for acting - whether it is ambition or greed, all people just want to survive in troubled times, or live better.

As a pure PK maniac, Glo doesn't have much affection for the NPCs in the game.