Cheng Xiaotian's sword flew over the valley, and the fortress construction site was full of cheers.

The enemy is out there, the legendary fierce Troll Crusaders, but the people are not afraid at all. This is the Arathi Basin, where the people are fierce and everyone is a master of life, including women and children.

In the cheers of the crowd, Cheng Xiaotian flew all the way to the edge of the stake array, slowly fell, and stepped on the stake to look at Tudor. Today, he obviously made careful preparations, the white robe on his body was spotless, and a black belt was tied around his waist, with the black hair roots that had just drilled out of his scalp, and the whole person looked extraordinarily energetic.

Facing the thousands of cross-troll cavalry, he raised his eyebrows coldly, exhaled and shouted: "Give you one last chance, leave the Arathi Basin immediately, and I will let you pass safely."

He didn't say the consequences, and he didn't need to, and everyone knew what the second half of what he didn't say was.

As soon as he finished speaking, the archers lurking behind the stake stood up, their uniforms were not Azeroth-human, but closer to Cheng Xiaotian's robes, except that their tops had been changed to short shirts. This short outfit is best suited for hand-to-hand combat, and in order not to affect flexibility, they do not wear any armor and are equally murderous.

As soon as he saw Cheng Xiaotian, Tudor suddenly became angry, but he was not a reckless man after all, and forcibly suppressed it again. Now, it's not time to go on the offensive.

When he entered the basin, he thought that he would fight a light and pleasant war of annihilation, maybe it was not a war at all, it should be a one-sided slaughter, but reality gave him a cold blow. Since entering the basin, his army has suffered a series of setbacks, and these "bandits" are even more difficult to deal with than the strongest troops he has ever encountered.

While his self-confidence was hit, he also completely calmed down, these people must not be underestimated, and must be dealt with carefully.

"Retreat another 500 meters and set up camp." Tudor gave a faint order, and the Great Overseer, who had always been arrogant, bowed his head.

Looking at the lonely and distant crusaders, Cheng Xiaotian's brows were locked into the word "Sichuan", it was obvious that the enemy's flag had not fallen, and they did not know that it would be difficult to retreat, but were waiting for the army to assemble and launch a general attack.

At noon, a kilometer and a half from the mouth of the Beira Valley, Tudor led the Crusaders to set up camp and rest and eat on the spot. As a result of the abandonment of most of the baggage, the so-called camp consisted of only a dozen marching tents for everyone to rest in turn, while the fence was simpler, tied with a javelin, and as for food, it was still dry food, and only the last meal remained.

The fried cakes, which were supposed to be dry, were soaked in rain even if they were wrapped in oiled paper, and the taste was a little sour and difficult to swallow. However, for the tired cavalry, it was indescribable peace of mind to be able to sit down and have a quiet meal at this moment.

Military life is hard, and only extreme hardships can temper people into predators, these people have endured unimaginable hardships for ordinary people to become famous elite troops, but today, they can't stand it.

I've never been so miserable, I've never been so sleepy, I've never been so tired, from body to soul. As soon as they sat down, they immediately fell asleep, forgot to chew the fried cakes in their mouths, their eyes closed involuntarily, and their heads seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and they began to fall.

At this moment, a lightning bolt slashed down from the sky, and at the same time, there was a cold sword light. A soldier sat on the ground, holding half a piece of bread in his left hand, and his mouth was full of crumbs, and he was dozing off with his head down, and this sword light penetrated the back of his head mercilessly.

"Enemy attack!"

The terrible sirens sounded, and the groggy soldiers woke up in horror, and looked at them in a daze, only to see the corpse lying in the mud.

"In the sky, it's the demon lord!" Someone shouted, and the Crusaders shuddered and looked up at the sky.

Sure enough, Cheng Xiaotian hung in the sky, surrounded by sword light, looking at them coldly, like a demon god looking down on all beings. They have all seen this picture, and it has left a heavy shadow on them, and when they see each other today, their hearts are cold.

"When I'm full, young master, I'll come back and kill!"

This sentence sounded in the hearts of almost everyone, and the crusaders all shivered collectively, as if they were out of exercise.

"None of you are allowed to sleep, and I will kill whoever sleeps." Cheng Xiaotian's gloomy words were colder than this cold rain.

Tudor was so angry that he had to open his halberd, but there was nothing he could do, he didn't think Cheng Xiaotian was his opponent, but the problem was that he couldn't fly, and he didn't have a flying mount. The flying sword can't hurt him, but the ordinary cavalry can't stop it, how can he protect these 1,000 men alone.

Now what? Ordered that the soldiers were not allowed to sleep? That would be tantamount to subservience to the enemy. Let your subordinates sleep? That's not the way to go......

So, he had to be silent, the commander was silent, the soldiers had to be silent, and the barracks of thousands of people were silent, only the sound of wind and rain was heard.

Cheng Xiaotian hung above the barracks of the Crusader Cavalry like this, doing nothing, all afternoon, in the evening, the tired Crusaders finally looked forward to a savior, and the mixed troops of the Talan Wolf Cavalry Regiment and the Crusader Regiment finally rushed to help.

Unfortunately, they soon discovered that this mixed force was now even more disorganized than Tudor's army.

In terms of marching mileage, they ran farther, and in battle, they also fought more, and they have not stopped until now. The Knights of the Fallen Star were like wolves trailing a flock of sheep, biting all the way, seeing blood in every bite, and by the time they got here, there were only about 3,000 people left in this mixed army.

The two cavalry converged and counted the number of people, and the jaw-dropping battle situation was in front of them, the two elite legions with a total of 9,000 actually lost more than half, leaving only 4,000 men and horses, and the opponent only lost less than 300 people in total, of which the casualties of the Fallen Star Knights were even more single-digit.

The casualty ratio of nearly 20 to 1 cut the pride of the allied soldiers like a knife, nailing the names of their two legions to the pillar of shame.

What is the reason for all this? Is there a gap in combat power? Yes, but it's not so outrageous. Misdirected? It seems that it is not, and so far there have been no major mistakes in the command of the coalition forces.

Not knowing what the problem is, that's the scariest thing, it's like playing against two chess players, you don't realize which move you made wrong, and you lose the game, it's a desperate feeling. But there is one thing that is even more desperate than this, the Knights of the Fallen Star did not return to the Valley of Bella to repair, they did not even join up with the soldiers and horses of the headquarters, and chased and fought all the way.

The tactics are still the old tactics, but the executing legions are stronger, and there is an additional demon lord - Cheng Xiaotian.

The military meeting could no longer be held, and the little cub looked back at the east side where the murderous sound shook the sky, shook his head and said: "We can't go on like this, our soldiers need to repair, otherwise, there will be no way to launch a general attack, and now they may not even be able to defeat the farmers." ”

This problem is obvious, and the solution is actually not difficult, the other party is fighting a strangulation war, and does not dare to attack head-on, just send a team of soldiers and horses to entangle them, but who should carry out this task?

"The Taran Legion can't go." Tudor's words were commands, and at the same time, like a hammer, struck Serkin's heart.

From a tactical point of view, this order is correct, but in reality, very few commanders dare to give it. The number of the army is the soul of the army, and if it is lost, the number will be canceled, and this army will be removed and disappear forever.

"Yes, my lord!" Serkin almost gritted his teeth and took the order, but Tudor had a gloomy face and did not look at him at all.

Seeing Serkin leave, the cub stopped talking, in fact, his original intention was to form a coalition army to carry out this mission, but it was clear that the Grand Overseer of Tudor had no interest in this.

"My lord, when are we going to launch a general attack?" The little cub changed the question.

Tudor, who had been sitting upright like a statue, finally looked to the east and said in a dumb voice, "I think the Hellfire Legion should be able to arrive tomorrow morning." ”