What's going on here? Everybody is asking.

Old Dawson didn't say much, patted the back of Isara's hand, turned his head to the generals, and said lightly: "The war has started, let's start the army."

"Get out!"

Old Barton shouted, full of energy, and after shouting, he turned his horse's head and stood on the side of the road. The rest of the generals divided into two sides and gave way to the passage.

Woowoo......

The trumpet sounded, and Ruth rode out of the valley wearing black iron armor, wearing a fiery red cloak, holding the banner of the falling star, and blowing the trumpet.

They were followed by 300 heavily armored knights, armed with black iron or mythril armor, armed with silver spears and long red cloaks, and streamed out of the tunnel. The horses marched in full costume, the hooves of the horses pounding the earth, arrogant, they were the most powerful Knights of the Fallen Star.

"Yay!" The people in the middle of the road cheered loudly and applauded desperately, their faces flushed with excitement, and countless hands were raised in the air, waving rhythmically.

"Salute!" Old Barton looked at his subordinates and let out a heroic shout.

Whoa-whoa-whoa!

The knights struck the breastplate twice with their right hands at the same time, and raised their spears in unison, and the parade crowd stomped their feet excitedly, and the shouts resounded in the sky.

Ten minutes later, after the Knights of the Falling Star had finished their review, Ishara rode Martha and flashed to the passage, raising her longbow and swinging it vigorously.

The Falling Star Guardian Regiment is out!

Unlike the Fallen Star Knights, which are mainly heavily armored warriors, there are all kinds of professions in the Guardian Regiment, some of them wear light armor, some wear leather armor, and some of them wear robes, and the entire legion is colorful. They weren't as law-like as the Knights, and as Martha roared, the members of the Guardian Regiment scrambled to be the first to swarm outward, like a multicolored wave.

In terms of arrogance, this team is even more powerful than the Knights, and they are the main force in this battle.

The crowd rushed up in the middle of the road, blocking the escort regiment and not letting them go, they stretched out their hands and slapped the mounts of the escort knights, and shoved things into their hands, flowers, bread, toys, everything, and even a few girls gave away the keys to their boudoir.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" Old Dawson and several generals desperately blocked the crowd and squeezed out the passage out of the valley, and the 500 escort regiment hurriedly rushed out, otherwise, they would not be able to leave until lunch.

The two main battle armies left the valley and entered the vast and boundless prairie, just as the wave of fire that swept across the prairie had just burned. The heavily armored cavalry instantly lined up in a goose wing formation, and the front turned to the right, led by a knight in black iron armor, and suddenly accelerated, cutting into the wall of fire.

The convoy followed, tightening its formation and rushing through the fire.

On the left is the beautiful prairie, on the right is a scorched earth, the horse's hooves are trodden, and the dust is mixed with sparks flying, as if the wall of fire is the door of space, heaven on one side and hell on the other.

After breaking through the fire, the light cavalry of the convoy split in two, accelerated to overtake the knights from both sides, and then united in front and rushed to the east.

The Knights escorted here, deflected in formation, turned left again and rushed over the wall of fire into the north side of the basin. According to the prior plan, the two armies rushed to the predetermined battlefield, and the Armageddon in the Arathi Basin began.

In this battle, two cavalry regiments were invested in the early stage of the Bella Valley, totaling more than 800 people.

After being bombarded by the Anode Fu, the orc coalition gathered about 15,000 men. Among them, the Talan Wolf Cavalry Regiment was about 5,000 people, and there were basically no losses. The Troll Cross Velociraptor Cavalry Regiment of about 4,000 men and the Hellfire Heavy Infantry Regiment of more than 5,000 men also retained their full combat effectiveness, and the remaining Arathi garrison of less than 1,000 men was used as a baggage team.

The strikers are expected to engage in eight days' time, and overall, the disparity in strength is still hopeless.

Seeing the soldiers leave, old Dawson beat his horse through the crowd of send-offs, shouting as he ran: "Soldiers, follow me!"

Hearing this, the crowd cheered incessantly, and the newly selected 2000 reserve soldiers stood up and ran forward in columns. Although they are not as strong as the two main battle troops, they do not lose their fighting spirit at all, and the hatred of the destruction of their homes and the tragic death of their relatives burns their blood.

"Soldiers, keep the pace." Little Barton urged, yelling, and slapping the soldiers who passed by, he was the chief instructor of this new legion.

The training camp was deep in the valley, over the farmland, close to the valley floor, where 2000 recruits trotted all the way to begin the rigors of training. According to the plan, they learned bow and arrow and platoon shooting in the morning and practiced hand-to-hand combat in the afternoon.

This team, positioned as a comprehensive light infantry suitable for both near and far, will be engaged in the final decisive battle after training.

Old Dawson, as the supreme commander of the legion, sat by the creek, watching the meticulous training of the soldiers, from morning to dusk, without moving.

The day's training was fast over, and seeing that the sun was about to set, old Dawson finally stood up, thumped his somewhat sore back, and raised his hand to prepare to return to the barracks. At this moment, there was a loud commotion from the direction of the residential area, and everyone looked up to see a blue "comet" streaked across the farmland and flew towards the valley floor.

Old Dawson squinted and observed, and was shocked when he saw it clearly, and while running to the training ground, he shouted an order: "Enemy attack, bow and arrow alert!"

Of course he knew that Void Ray, and now that the valley was full of elites, he was the only old fellow left, and if that crazy firewalker attacked, he would definitely lose a lot.

Fortunately, the recruits were not afraid, and the formation was not chaotic at all, and they opened their bows and arrows and pointed at the Void Ray that swooped down. Old Dawson's heart was a little relieved, and 2,000 arrows were pointed at him, even if he was a weaver, he might not dare to approach.

However, the weaver did not dare to approach, it did not mean that others did not dare to approach, the Void Ray ignored the arrow array in front of it, not only did not dodge, but fell more violently.

"Ready! Preparation! Little Barton raised his right hand high, staring at the approaching Void Ray, reminding loudly over and over again, the bowstring "roared" into a loud sound, and the 2,000 arrows moved a little bit after the target, and everyone held their breath.

Finally, the Void Ray approached the effective range, and the cold light flashed in Little Barton's eyes, and his big hand waved down hard, exhaling and shouting!

No one knew what he was shouting, and as soon as he uttered a short single tone, a hand slapped over his mouth, blocking his words again. Immediately after that, there was a pain in the little stomach, and in the middle of the whirlwind, someone kicked him and flew out.

"Loosen the strings, it's the lord here!" Old Dawson kicked Little Barton and rushed to the front of the queue waving and shouting.

Kalala...... The sound of loose strings came and went, and all the tips of the arrows pointed to the ground.

Old Dawson breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look, and the Void Ray threw itself on the ground, rolling around a few times before stopping, and in the dust, two figures rolled down.

"Young Master!" Old Dawson exclaimed in surprise and rushed to the dark Cheng Xiaotian's side.

"I'm fine, I can't die." Cheng Xiaotian raised his hand and shook it, smiled reluctantly, and then trembled in pain. The skin on his upper body was now completely burned to black charcoal, and I don't know how old Dawson recognized it just now.

"Young master, who caused you to be like this......" Old Dawson was so anxious when he saw such a tragic situation, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"She brought me back, don't hurt her." Cheng Xiaotian turned his head with difficulty to look at Vanessa, she had fallen hard just now, and she was sitting on the ground and couldn't get up.

"Thank you, ma'am." Old Dawson said casually, raised his head in a panic and shouted, "Call the pastor, doctor!" ”

"No need......" Cheng Xiaotian groaned in pain# and stood up.