"Loyalty is my life, that is, my glory!"

"Fear the former - kill!"

Sius's sword stabbed hard into the back of one of the young army pikemen, who turned his head in disbelief. But what met his eyes was Cius, the commander of the Youth Army, whose face was indifferent and shouted the ban. Blood was pouring out of the backs of the youth army.

"The one who takes a step back - kill!"

Sius swung his second sword, which finally shattered his eyes of despair! Sius bit his pale lower lip tightly and tried to take a deep breath, hoping to calm himself down, but to no avail. He can't do it, he has to do his duty!

Hundreds of pikemen's robes were splashed with blood in the hands of the Overseers, causing many people's hearts to beat faster, and the cold sweat that they didn't even notice covered their foreheads at some point, and even breathing became a little difficult.

But under the prohibition - obedience is the duty of a soldier, it is the glory of a soldier!

As the spear battle array was about to collapse, many young army captains shouted at their companions. "Moving forward is death, and retreating is death, we fight with these rats who live underground!" The young army's breathing was rapid and muddy, and even though his hands and feet were still cold and trembling, he would never retreat!

The painful determination of the legion commander Sius finally saved the situation!

The army with low morale and fear everywhere seemed to be sublimated in an instant, they could not be said to be an elite team with seamless cooperation and strong combat power, but even if there was a sea of swords and fires ahead, the youth army was fearless, even if it was at the cost of their lives!

Except for those that have fallen. The remaining more than 1,000 pikemen, all of whom forgot about their lives, picked up the spears in their hands and sprinted towards the martyrs without looking back!

Even a fierce warrior who attaches equal importance to combat effectiveness and armor defense. On the river beach with limited space, it is impossible to resist the dense spears of the young army who are completely desperate in all directions, and they may trip or they may be exhausted. When blood gushed from the chest of the first Warrior, a second warrior fell to the ground. In the face of a desperate siege from all sides, the heroic spirit of the martyrs who fought side by side before was like sand and dust in the wind, drifting away without a trace. In general, the Martyrs' equipment, although perverted, is not really a professional soldier......

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"Aska-Ibek-!"

Ray Byrne was hoarse and shouted out the name of the patriarch and the other elder! But it roared roughly. And heavy wheezing is so insignificant in the noisy battlefield. Because every young army he faced was crying out before he died.

It was like the end of the world, and the scattered limbs and blood gradually blurred Rayburn's eyes. Under his feet was a severed limb that he didn't know if he was friend or foe, though he didn't want to admit it. But the fact of failure is in front of you. Suppose Askar and Ibek can't help. There were less than 300 martyr warriors left around him, and all the blood was splattered on the battlefield.

The blood of his comrades and the blood of his enemies stained Rayburn's armor at the same time, condensing into red and white stains in the low temperature, and one by one his clansmen fell from his side, the red tassels on his helmet swayed from side to side on the noisy and chaotic battlefield, Rayburn took a deep breath and lifted his tomahawk, forcing himself not to think about those heavy futures. Charge ahead like your people......

The most desired way for a martyr warrior to die is to fall in the heat of battle. But as an elder. Rayburn's chest was filled with desolation, and anger! Because there was no one to aid him!

Rayburn's heart was shattered, but the battle continued, for the young spearmen would rather die at the hands of the enemy than be executed by the robes behind them. Now every youth army is fighting with the determination to die, and the warriors of the Martyrs form a large circle, like a herd of wild boars when surrounded by a pack of wolves, they take a difficult self-defense.

The encirclement formed by the pikemen of the young army pressed the defense of hundreds of fierce warriors uncontrollably, like a poisonous snake entangled in the body of a bison. Then the weapons struck again, the waves of air roared, the tomahawks roared, and the guns stabbed incessantly. The young army was not afraid of death, and the dense soldiers were like a forest that was cut down by the enemy, but at the same time, many fierce warriors died silently, gloomily, solemnly and bravely.

"Ray Byrne failed......"

Patriarch Askar's face was heavy, and he clutched the horn at his waist, ready to blow the order for a general attack. Aska's eyes were as blue as the sea, and his goal was a chaotic spear battle array in the distance, and only by immediately launching a general attack could the suppressed Rayburn break out of the encirclement.

"Ibek—!" Askar yelled. "Fire Clan warriors, lay down your bows and crossbows, step on the land mechanical birds, and crush all enemy lines with steel-!"

"For the glory of the ancestors of the Fire Clan, kill!"

Woo woo woo woo ...

Martyrs tend to be straightforward and cannot afford to die to their comrades, at least not on the battlefield. Patriarch Askar finally blew the horn of the general attack! But the gloomy Ibek is unpredictable......

Ibek and his men did not move.

Thousands of Fire Clan archery cavalry swept towards the battlefield like a whirlwind, and the waves of attackers spread out and rolled, splitting into three strands like a splash.

"It's going to be a decisive battle!" At this time, Yang Jiangong's pupils contracted. At this moment in the war, their arrows were depleted, and under the long-range attack of the Fire Clan archers, the long-range infantry suffered heavy casualties, and the ground was full of ** sounds. Many soldiers were bleeding while bandaging their wounded robes.

But behind Yang Jiangong, there were more than a thousand reserve troops led by Quintus who had not been exhausted. "The enemy's cavalry is on the move, they want to attack our flanks, they want to attack our vulnerable places! But there are us guarding the flanks! Not a single cavalry could break through our lines! We just need a sword shield with our body! Let's use our bodies to fend off the torrent of enemies! We need to let those cavalrymen know what it means to be indestructible!! ”

"All the men into the battlefield!" At this time, Yang Jiangong was a little nostalgic for the five hundred black rhinos on the surface.

The Fire Archer leads the mechanical bird under his ass. Straight ahead.

The two flanks of the spear phalanx, as long as there is a break anywhere, means the complete collapse of the entire front. The Fire Archer calmly operates the mechanical mount. One side fired towards the Youth Army. As for the mechanical birds under their butts, they all had an iron short gun mounted in front of their heads, "Rush-" From time to time, the Fire Clan rider erupted into a noisy shout, and the mechanical bird trampled the earth with a mournful roar, and the huge roar gradually drowned out everything.

Yang Jiangong charged on foot, and in front of him were loyal subordinates who were advancing shouting offensive slogans. On both sides are back-to-back robes carefully protecting themselves.

But this was war after all, and the sound of the Fire Clan's shooter was literally like a whip in his face. The roar of the mechanical bird almost punctured his eardrums as well.

Yang Jiangong fought for the supreme throne that he had never seen before, fighting for his mission of conquest, and he could give his life like a soldier if necessary. Just to kill the oncoming enemies. If he couldn't avoid it, he was willing to fight as a soldier and bleed until he died!

Dense arrowheads, so he had to do. It is to block the arrows above the head. It felt like using an umbrella to keep out the rain.

The shield made a clanging sound, and Yang Jiangong bet that there were at least five or more inserted in it.

Bound in a dense battle formation, a soldier had no idea what was going on outside. As a defender, you don't even know how far away you are from the enemy right now. All this because he was in the middle of a shield that blocked him on all sides. If you don't know it, you will have a kind of fear, imagining the scene of the mechanical bird rushing into this pile, or the arrow that suddenly flew off its head.

A soldier placed on such a battlefield will either not die. Or you'll suddenly be crushed. Holding a big shield on a small river beach. The people in the back row slowly followed the steps of the people in the front row, as if the road would never be finished.

There was already a smell of blood in the air. People on the battlefield rely only on hearing, smell and touch to see everything.

Surprisingly, Elder Ibek had a gloomy indifference. Moments before he was about to collide with the Youth Army, he actually ordered the eight hundred Fierce Warriors behind him to stop the pace of the charge, and then quickly turned around and fled back to the steel castle behind him!

"Ibek - escaped !!???"

Elder Ibek's actions stimulated the visual nerves of every Fire Clan warrior and Fire Clan rider, and even caused a riot among a considerable number of Fire Clan riders!

For all those who are engaged in battle, Ibeck's sudden betrayal can only cause them boundless hatred and anger!

"Huh...... Is it finally shaken? ”

Finally, Yang Jiangong was right, and a smile with essence broke out in his eyes. There's both irony and excitement in it!

"- Ibek!"

When he noticed the strangeness on the battlefield, the voice of the patriarch Askar grew from low to high, and gradually roared, his face turned red and blue, his neck swelled as if it was about to explode, his head was covered with beads of sweat, his chest was filled with boundless fire of anger, and Askar's eyes were about to burst out with flames that burned everything.

"Despicable Ibek! Shamelessly betrayed the glory of the martyrs! Askar was furious, and his face changed dramatically. But there is no room for it to think about it anymore, because the war has entered a stalemate.

Finally.

"My sword, shining with silver brilliance."

Yang Jiangong summoned a brigade of Radiant Swordsmen, as well as Achilles and his Silver Dragon Knight.

At this time, even if there were powerful mechanical mounts under the butts of thousands of Fire Clan shooters, in Yang Jiangong's eyes, they were as weak as a bunch of garbage.

The Fire Clan is naturally timid, and does not possess the fighting qualities of the Martyrs at all, let alone be a qualified knight. The Fire Clan is a qualified master of forging, but not a qualified warrior. The underworld is similar to an ant society, where the Martyrs are the equivalent of soldier ants, and the Fire Clan plays the role of worker ants. Worker ants, on the other hand, are nowhere near as good as soldier ants.

When the Fire Clan mechanical bird cavalry instantly became chaotic. Some people wanted to continue to charge, while others wanted to run away behind Ibek's ass, and before they could contact the Radiant Swordsman and the Silver Dragon Knights who suddenly appeared in front of them, the three thousand gnomes themselves were in chaos first!

"Crush them—"

Not to be missed, Achilles saw the chaos of the gnomes, and ordered the knights to chase after them, and 300 glorious swordsmen raised their big swords in their hands and launched a charge towards the three thousand Fire Clan archers!

If a strong ranged soldier is strength, infantry is the foundation, then cavalry is the soul! In every war, cavalry has the effect of directly turning the tide of battle as long as it is attacked at the right time.

A Fire Clan that attacked the opposite side of the past was completely destroyed, and their cowardly gods exceeded Yang Jiangong's expectations. In Achilles' words, a dwarf as timid as a mouse is a waste of a formidable mechanical mount like the Land-Traveling Robotic Bird.

With the complete collapse of the dwarf mechanical rider, Yang Jiangong should have given the order to eat Aska and Rayburn, who were already under siege, in one fell swoop. But at this time, he gave an unbelievable order!

"Decree -- to revoke the encirclement and suppression of the remnants of the enemy. Order Sius to retreat to the river and regroup! ”

Shenbai has doubts in your heart, but he still faithfully conveyed Yang Jiangong's order.

"Youth Army - Retreat!"

"Radiant Brigade - Retreat!" Without thinking, Sius carried out Yang Jiangong's order.

When the order came, even as the order came to retreat, Achilles raised his knight's sword and smashed the armor of a martyr warrior into a large dent, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in the opposite direction, and then wilted and fell to the ground.

"These invaders, what do they want to do......"

Covered in blood, the patriarch Askar led less than two hundred warriors to gather with Rayburn.

Rayburn gasped and dragged his tired body through the few clan warriors. The whole person is like being drunk, crooked, and walking in a detachment.

Look at the enemies that receded like a tidal wave, and the stumps and severed limbs all over the ground. A tiredness crept from under Rayburn's feet to his flesh and into his marrow. In an instant, his limbs, his bones, were limp and without a trace of strength.

Askar was also surprised by the situation in front of him. At least, he didn't know why this was happening, if there was another half an hour, everyone around him would be wiped out.

Woowoowoowoooo......oo Woowoowoowoooo......oo

At this moment, a deep and passionate horn suddenly sounded! I saw countless fish-men gushing out of the underground river, holding steel forks in their hands, swarming towards the battlefield.

At this point, with the defeat of the Flame Clan on the battlefield, 30,000 fishmen have officially joined the battlefield! The performance of the deputy head of the octopus did not disappoint Yang Jiangong too much.

The deputy head of the Octopus Regiment walked towards the less than a few hundred martyrs isolated on the battlefield. Not to mention the combat effectiveness of the fishmen on land can only be described as scum, at least in terms of vision and lineup, the 30,000 army is a very shocking vision. (To be continued......)