Liam raised his head again, looked at his father, and squeezed out a wry smile on his face, "Father, have you never regretted it?" ”

With that, the young prince fell to the ground with a bang, and with a "hmm" sound, he curled up in a ball.

"Nope! My son! King Jean shouted like crazy, got up and rushed to Liam, who fell to the ground, completely exposing his back to Cheng Xiaotian.

Without the slightest hesitation, a fierce light appeared in Cheng Xiaotian's eyes, and he stabbed at Jean with his sword.

At this time, the two of them distanced themselves slightly, and those guards saw that they couldn't see it, turned over the spear in their hands as a javelin, and threw it at Cheng Xiaotian. Hundreds of "javelins" flew in, almost squeezing into a wall, completely blocking the view, Cheng Xiaotian didn't dare to make a hard connection, so he had to temporarily interrupt the attack.

He let go of the hilt of the sword and slapped it with his palm, and the Yuntong sword immediately erected the blade upward, stepped on it again, and stepped on the sword horizontally, the Yuntong sword roared upward, and all the javelins missed.

Looking down from above, the forest on the northern slope has become a pot of porridge, and countless people have gathered towards the place where Prince Gilneth has fallen. In the chaos, someone shouted: "Archers, come here and protect Your Majesty!"

Regardless of whether Prince Liam is dead or not, it is difficult to eliminate the hatred in Cheng Xiaotian's heart, but the archers below have already set up a posture and can no longer go down.

"Jean-Greymane!" Cheng Xiaotian stepped on the sword and drank in the air: "My revenge has just begun, the sins you did today will be fulfilled on yourself one by one!"

After shouting, Cheng Xiaotian's sword flew to the south slope, and he didn't know what the current situation was over there.

Flying up the south slope and looking around, there were no surprises, and the ending was even worse than expected, and the refugees were lying on the ground, all covered in blood. Fortunately, the fight had gradually subsided, and most of the cursed werewolves were asleep on the ground, and the werewolf characteristics on their bodies began to fade.

A small number of them were killed by unbearable relatives, and their bodies were lying on the ground, but they also returned to their human form.

"Adult ......"

Seeing Cheng Xiaotian flying back, the refugees screamed, but they didn't know what to say, and the sobs suddenly rang out and drifted to the south in the wind.

Cheng Xiaotian landed on the fortifications, sat down slowly, raised his hands and hugged his head, and didn't dare to look up at this tragic situation. At this moment, he was full of remorse, if he didn't let these people stay and fight, maybe the ending would not be so miserable.

"Thank you, my lord." Someone next to him whispered, and Cheng Xiaotian looked at it sluggishly, it was the mage - Filmore.

"Thank me for what? Did you let so many people die? Cheng Xiaotian asked in a dumb voice.

Filmer shook his head and comforted, "How can there be a war that doesn't die?" It's definitely worth it to make these sacrifices to save your family, and I think everyone will only be grateful to you. ”

Cheng Xiaotian smiled bitterly and lowered his head again.

At this moment, the trombone sound came from the north slope, and everyone followed the sound and saw that the cavalry over there was forming a team, gradually forming two large phalanxes. Filmore was startled, and hurriedly raised his hand to prepare a warning, but was stopped by Cheng Xiaotian.

"They're ready to withdraw." Cheng Xiaotian didn't raise his head from beginning to end, but the situation on the north slope was clear. The cavalry formed two side-by-side phalanxes in order to form a longitudinal march, and it was impossible for them to rush up to the slippery valley, the only possibility was to retreat.

The next moment, the Alonso ** master stood at the top of the north slope and began to shake the staff in his hand vigorously, making a "whining" sound, as if he was about to recall those cursed werewolves. This time, he was doomed to disappointment.

"Go show them." Cheng Xiaotian said weakly.

Filmore nodded and waved behind him, and the less injured refugees struggled to their feet, climbed up the fortifications and stood in a thick row, facing the north.

Alonso was shocked and began to shake his staff desperately, and the "whine" sound suddenly became loud.

Hearing this sound, the cavalry queue that had already begun to retreat was divided, and several high-ranking generals rushed back on horseback, looking at the southern slope in disbelief.

They were not mistaken, the southern slope was full of "people", not a single cursed werewolf, and the entire army of 30,000 cursed werewolves was just gone!

"Quick...... Fast! Go and report to His Majesty! One of the generals shouted in panic, and without waiting for his subordinates to carry out the order, he turned his horse's head and ran back.

The annihilation of an army of 30,000 werewolves by a similar number of ordinary civilians, and so quickly, was something they could not accept at all. You must know that the reason why they implemented this plan to turn all people into werewolves was to build a strong and fearless army, but now that these bloodthirsty humanoid beasts have been defeated by the farmers, what is the point of them sacrificing so many people?

The collapse of faith crushed him in an instant.

"Your Majesty! Something is wrong! "The officer chased all the way, hissing and shouting all the way, and crossed the cavalry ranks. At the front of the line was a flatbed wagon, on which Prince Liam lay unconscious, and a large crowd of people were scrambling to treat them, some covering their wounds, some casting healing magic, and many more yelling unconsciously.

Next to the carriage, King Jean rode on his horse and kept muttering, "Is this a curse?" How horrible ......"

"Your Majesty!" The officer chased after him and said, "Our cursed werewolves are all gone, what should we do?"

Jean finally stopped his horse, but he didn't look at the officer who was arraigned, he looked ahead, his face instantly distorted terribly, and roared: "Lie to me, lie to me!"

The last Jean shouted with all his might, and after shouting, he gave the horse a whip, and the horse neighed, spread its hooves and galloped northward, leaving the group behind. The cavalry was stunned for a moment, and then quickly accelerated to catch up, and the speed of the march increased sharply.

At this time, looking from the southern slope of the valley, the two cavalry phalanxes began to accelerate and roll, detached layer by layer, and retreated north at the end of the group. ** Alonso snorted angrily, gave up the useless summons, turned the horse's head and merged into the cavalry stream.

"Is it really withdrawn?" The refugees looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief, and the nerves that had been tense finally relaxed, and they collapsed into a large row on the spot.

"I can't rest yet." The warrior Gondolas ran desperately along the fortifications, shouting: "Hurry up and save the wounded!"

In fact, the work of caring for the wounded has been carried out by relatives, and after hearing Gondolas's words, those refugees who have not found their relatives have also rushed to join the rescue procession, and tens of thousands of people have all moved.

When it was dark, the approximate number of injuries was counted and reported to Cheng Xiaotian by Filmer.

In the figures, the option of minor injuries was directly ignored, and the refugees were seriously injured more than 10,000, and more than 3,000 were killed on the spot. A total of about 22,000 cursed werewolves were rescued, and the rest were killed......

Hearing this appalling casualty figure, Cheng Xiaotian's face was gloomy and terrifying, this battle had only lasted for more than an hour, and the casualties had reached such a heavy level.

"This result has its peculiarities, and it has to do with the lack of military literacy of the peasants, and you have done your best......, my lord," Filmer said, snorting.

After being silent for a long time, Cheng Xiaotian exhaled a breath and ordered: "Repair the spot for four days, and then divide the troops into two routes, the wounded and the old and weak women and children will go to the Arathi Basin first, and the other young and middle-aged people will go back with me to harvest the crops."

Filmer's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he asked excitedly, "My lord, you want to go with us too?"

Cheng Xiaotian nodded, looked to the east, and looked worried, "I have to leave first, and in four days, I will bring the army to escort you." (To be continued.) )