Ye Xiaofei shouted and cursed, but the five thousand wolf cavalry wanted to swallow him alive, but they didn't dare to take another step.

The soldiers echoed the voice, and the rogue army composed of the great language of mankind devoured the five thousand wolf cavalry overwhelmingly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The morale of the human army skyrocketed, the morale of the beasts did not fall but rose, the wolf roared, the knight brandished his scimitar, shouted angrily, and the two sides immediately shouted and cursed.

The only regret is that one side uses the animal language, and the other side is the human language. It is destined to be a naval battle without victory or defeat.

"Lord Marquis, the commander of the Cangya General Legion has sent news: The news has just come that all the Ninth Legion of the Black Wind Ridge have escaped from the battle, and the Tenth Legion seems to be unstable, and the Commander of the Cangya General Legion has personally gone over to suppress it, please enter the Marquis immediately, preside over the overall situation, and stabilize the situation, otherwise, it is very likely that the whole line will retreat."

The herald's whisper brought news no less than the change in the sky: Defeat before fighting!

"Order," Ye Xiaofei lowered his voice, and there was no expression on his face, as if a legion had escaped, and a hole appeared in the entire front, which seemed to be just a trivial matter, and he said calmly: "Hold a pre-war meeting." Summons all corps commanders to arrive at the headquarters in twenty minutes, and those who violate the order will be beheaded, and those who are late will be beheaded. ”

The herald's instinctive back was cold, and a murderous aura enveloped him, frightening him so much that he didn't dare to move: Ye Xiaofei was not angry, but the calm before the storm was brewing natural and man-made disasters.

Arriving at the headquarters, Ye Xiaofei knew that the situation was critical.

Thirteen legions, 180,000 troops, gave up the initiative in the war on all fronts and moved to the defensive stage: with Broken Dragon Cliff as the core, the left flank Black Wind Ridge, and the right flank Dragon Sparrow. The entire army of the Ninth Legion fled without a fight, and immediately handed over the left wing of the army to the Orc Army, and used him to bombard the enemy's base camp and eliminate the opponent's headquarters, causing hatred, as long as they walked on two legs, none of them could live, and the Orcs would inevitably be killed.

The 180,000-strong army, holding on to one side in a group, can still survive for a long time, once spread out like sand. Ye Xiaofei could imagine that the fleeing humans all over the mountains fell one after another, covering these mountains and hills.

Ye Xiaofei felt a chill in his back: Gather together to give away people's heads and bury the last combat power of the kingdom, he will change from the marquis of the country to the sinner of the country. However, he didn't care what future generations said about him, what he cared about was the lives of these 180,000 soldiers who went on the expedition. Otherwise, he would not take the initiative to ask for his life to defend the Dragon Cliff, let alone risk offending the chief magician of the palace, Brindy, and offending the king, and openly take away thirty-one medium-sized magic crystal cannons.

If one corps flees without a fight, this unbegun war will cast a shadow over the result of nothing more than a collapse in morale, followed by a second corps in the form of a rout, and then the collapse of the entire line.

In the tent, his eyes stared at the huge military map, only to feel a tingling pain, blurred vision, and a trace of hatred in helplessness: he fought hard, tried everything he had, occupied the time and place, and swore to fight to the death with the orcs, but his soldiers abandoned him, this is the sorrow of the commander, and it is also the lament of the Norsen Kingdom.

The people of the kingdom have been reduced to slavery. The soldiers of the country were defeated before fighting. The hope of the country is like a candle in the wind.

All signs seem to be telling: the country is about to fall, the edifice is about to fall, and it is not the power of one person to save it.

Ye Xiaofei closed his eyes in pain, this cruel reality pierced his eyes, pierced his heart, and made him feel: helplessness, despair is brewing: a complete front, the left wing of the Black Wind Ridge collapses without a fight, he, even if he is a god, can only sigh.

A warm figure rushed into his arms.

A kiss.

The reserved tongue is like a frightened rabbit, dazed, trying to knock open the opposite tooth barrier, but what is afraid. In the end, Ye Xiaodie still mustered up the courage to break through the barrier and tease Ye Xiaofei, intending to arouse his desire and call for his courage.

A kiss, a long love.

Ye Xiaofei's stinging head gradually felt the fragrant tongue that kept trying, and gradually, a voice lingered in his heart: Ye Xiaofei, you still have your lover, you still have the soldiers who trust you, you still have hope, be strong, be brave, everything, it's still too late, for the sake of this stupid woman in front of you who is waiting and following silently, you should overcome obstacles and ride the wind and waves.

Even if your first enemy is your soldier.

Behind every successful man, there is always a woman who silently supports you, and when you are most helpless and desperate, offer even a kiss of encouragement, this man has a direction to fight for, a goal to work towards.

Ye Xiaofei hugged the elf in his arms tightly, as if, in the darkness and despair, he had found a glimmer of light and a glimmer of hope, although the battle situation was still desperate and could not bring the slightest change.

Without saying a word, Ye Xiaofei, who let go of Ye Xiaodie, sat silently on the side of the long table of the conference, in the commander's position, with a huge military map hanging in front of him, as if before the army was dispatched, they were still in the city of Para, full of spirit, full of hope to make desperate plans, in order to save the kingdom that was about to fall.

"See, Lord Marquis!"

The commander of the first corps, the commander of the third corps, the nearest garrison, hurried over, and saw the marquis sitting in the commander's seat, stunned, since the departure of the army, the commander mysteriously disappeared, and only surfaced today. However, the two people raised their hands respectfully, until their hands were a little sore, and they did not get a response.

"Your subordinates have been ordered to come, see, Lord Marquis."

The two of them spoke a little higher, but they were more respectful, their hands raised higher, but their waists lower.

Ye Xiaofei was still silent, staring at the giant military map in front of him, it seemed that there was only him in the whole world, only the military map, and he could no longer tolerate the slightest, even if the nine army commanders called, they still couldn't wake him up.

In half an hour, all the legion commanders who should have arrived arrived, even if the three legion leaders stationed in the Black Wind Ridge and the Dragon Sparrow Bee arrived as scheduled.

A strange scene. Ye Xiaofei squatted on the commander's chair, motionless, at the door, two columns of nine legion commanders bowed their hands, and those who arrived first, such as the first legion commander and the third legion commander, had already raised for half an hour, and those who arrived later followed with a blank face: Who angered the marquis? Is this to punish them for standing? They are the commanders of the first army, and their status is noble.

"Coming?" Ye Xiaofei swallowed his saliva. After a long time, he spit out a few words, and he was very calm, and there was no trace of anger or joy on his unfazed face, and he said, "Take a seat." ”

The conference table was very long, and the legion commanders took their seats in order, and they all looked at Ye Xiaofei's left and right sides in surprise, the four empty positions, where they could sit, only the legion commander with the highest status and position, one of them was the position of the chief legion, one was the position of the commander of the Guards Legion, one was the position of the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, and the last one was the position of the commander of the White Tiger Legion.

Nowadays, it's empty!

Even they, the ten legions reorganized from the 100,000 city defense army, were in the penultimate position, and they were empty.

Thirteen legions, four absent.

The main legions, which represent the strongest combat power, the Guards, the White Tiger, and the Xuanwu, are all absent.

Whispered discussions, like annoying flies, swirl in the tent.

"The Ninth Army broke away from the battle line last night, and the whole army fled." After speaking, Ye Xiaofei's face was not shocked, like a pool of stagnant water, not frightened, not sad or happy, his eyes were always staring at the military map: wandering back and forth between the Broken Dragon Cliff, the Black Wind Ridge, and the Dragon Sparrow Bee.

"What? Defection of the Ninth Legion? traitor? ”

"Blackwind Ridge? Can it still be held? ”

"Defeated, defeated."

"The day before yesterday, I ambushed the two integrated legions of the beast clan, and I knew that I couldn't beat it, even if I occupied the geographical advantage and besieged it with the whole army, I still suffered heavy casualties, paying a full 4,000 casualties."

"We're hopeless, Lord Marquis, let's go!"

The nine legion commanders were disturbed, and even stood up in shock, yelling and shouting, some retreating, some singing, some despairing, and their faces were filled with the same word: failure!

"Lord Marquis, let's withdraw."

I don't know who said a word, and the others quieted down one after another, looking at Ye Xiaofei, the marquis of the country. Originally, they didn't want to fight this war, although the orcs slaughtered their people and subverted their kingdom, in their hearts: the orcs were too strong to win.

When they looked at Ye Xiaofei, they found that Ye Xiaofei was still looking at the giant military map, like a deaf and blind man sitting there, ignoring and ignoring their words and actions.

"Enough trouble?" Ye Xiaofei's words revealed a hint of coldness, and said, "Be back to your own position." ”

"But--" Someone wanted to refute, but was stopped by the people around him, and suddenly, under the sound of armor, the commander of the regiment sat back in his place one after another, with different expressions on his faces, the most of which was nothing more than despair and fear.

Even the generals were so frightened that they did not dare to accept the defection of the Ninth Army. Not to mention ordinary soldiers.

Moreover, Ye Xiaofei was regarded as a confidant, and the three strongest legions were absent one after another at this time of life and death, and the three legions of Xuanwu, White Tiger, and Guards were clouded with a layer of fog before the meeting began: Could it be that they also defected? If even these three legions run away, they seem to be abandoned and used to abandon the army after the break.

"Lord Marquis, Xuanwu, White Tiger, and the commanders of the three legions of the Guards? They? No? A legion commander suddenly expressed everyone's worries, and the entire tent was silent.

"Military secrets!" Ye Xiaofei is still unhurried, the only difference is that he closed his eyes, and thousands of thoughts changed in his mind, as if he had found a glimmer of hope from the map.

Since the morale of the army is so shaken, and the morale has collapsed since the commander of the corps, then, let me, Ye Xiaofei, disperse the only morale, then I will let them, the commander of the Nine Legions, know the taste of despair, then, let me tell them: You are dead!

Ye Xiaofei slowly stood up. After sitting upright for an hour, I stood up!