"What's going on? Are our sentinels dead?! Vivas, protected by his guards, yelled and ran back, embarrassed. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The soldiers did not answer his question, and it was clear that, as he had said, the outposts must have been dead......

Soon, the rear team's stone generators began to attack, and the mud fell like rain. Although the Falling Star Guardian Regiment had integrated a large group of men, there were only a few hundred people, and in the face of the stormy attack, they did not resist at all, and began to push forward along the road.

The mud chased the cavalry and smashed it all the way, and when the smoke settled, the soldiers of the Northern Legion were dumbfounded. None of the enemy hit, the unguarded chariots scattered, and the horses were still alive, but they all ran into the bushes, and it was difficult to retract them.

"Stop! Stop, stop fighting! Vivas screamed hoarsely, his hair standing on end. The Northern Legion relied on these expensive heavy weapons to fight, and when the things were smashed, it was time for them to lift their numbers and go home to farm.

In fact, there was no need for him to give an order, the trebuchet had stopped, but it was useless, there was a constant roar in front of him, and the main force of the Falling Star Guardian Regiment was not fleeing at all, but destroying the chariots one by one along the road.

Today's Falling Star Guardian Regiment is much more powerful than it was at the beginning, a warrior can smash a crossbow into pieces of wood in more than ten seconds, and a mage can burn a crash with a touch of his hand. The soldiers of the front team of the Northern Army all went into the water to steal the camp, and the chariots that were once hideous and terrible were now left unattended, and the poor Baba stopped on the road to be slaughtered, and they were destroyed as fast as a whirlwind, leaving a lot of garbage in their pass.

"Kill it! Protect the tank! Vivas's heart was dripping blood, and he roared and recoiled, and the charioteers in the rear hurried to follow.

But at this time, he found another problem, the road was full of horizontal and vertical wooden and iron frames, and he couldn't charge at all, so he could only climb forward little by little. Only then did he realize in horror that the purpose of the Falling Star Guardian Regiment was not only for them, but to block the only route of march and delay the advance of the main force of the second route.

"Stop chasing! Go back and be on guard! Vivas, who reacted, hurriedly stopped the troops, and as soon as the words fell, there was a continuous loud noise at the end of the team, accompanied by the collapse of heavy equipment.

Vivas lost his soul and shouted to drive his men back.

In the darkness, Vivas was terrified by the sound of distant smashing, and finally, a herald in front of him ran over with a shout. Xu was so panicked that when the little herald ran past Vivas out of breath, he didn't even notice him.

Vivas grabbed the herald, knocked him to the ground, held him down, gritted his teeth and asked, "Blind your dog's eyes!" Tell me, what's going on?! ”

The little herald took a few breaths and replied in a loud voice: "There is a big bear in the back, and we have already beaten it away."

Vivas breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and casually asked, "What about the casualties of the brothers?"

The little herald thought for a moment and said, "Lord Xie is concerned, the brothers only injured a few people, and none were killed. Just now, it was really lucky, the bear was terrifying, and the 30 siege engines of our rear team were dismantled by it in a while, but I didn't expect that when the brothers killed it, it turned around and ran away, I thought it was ...... My lord? My lord! ”

The little herald seemed to be very talkative, and the rambling continued, and Vivas's eyes went dark, swayed, and fainted, and the soldiers immediately became a mess.

In front of the military formation, the corps commander Wendsol and a group of personal soldiers looked behind, their eyes were torn, but there was nothing they could do. Now that they only have a few dozen guards here, how can they confront the main force of the Falling Star Guardian Regiment with hundreds of superior combat strength?

"Go ahead and join Veron." Wendsol gritted his teeth and gave orders, leading his men out of position and moving forward. The north side was full of people, and the main half of the main force had already galloped back along the road to help, and from time to time they would meet up with their own commander.

At this time, they looked back again, and the road was quiet, and the main force of the enemy, which had been wreaking havoc just now, was gone, and it was obvious that they had dived back into the depths of the boundless swamp.

"The battle, it's over?" Wendsol muttered to himself blankly, the calm demeanor of a general in the past was gone. The soldiers of the Northern Legion looked at each other, no one could speak, more than 10,000 people were silent, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Yes, the battle is over, but there is no face to face with the enemy from beginning to end, what kind of battle is this......

The terrible silence lasted until dawn, and the damage was summed up by several staff officers and placed in front of Windsor. The old marshal of Rong Ma's life was born and died many times, and he was never afraid of anyone, but he didn't dare to look at this piece of paper.

"Veron, read it." Wendthor finally mustered up his courage and said lightly.

Veron silently took the form, looked up and took a few deep breaths, spread it out violently, and read it aloud, word for word.

"In last night's battle, our army killed a total of 103 people, 42 were seriously wounded (they needed to be sent to the rear out of the battle sequence), 361 were slightly wounded, and 9 were missing." With this in mind, Veron lowered the note again, raised his head and took a few deep breaths.

For a large army of 30,000 men, this damage is completely negligible, Wendsol continued to urge faintly, "Keep reading." ”

Veron finally lowered his head and read it again, only this time in a much smaller voice, only Windsor could hear it.

"We, in total, lost 30 siege vehicles, and that's all we have. 43 catapults were lost, about half, 20 crashed and destroyed, and 400 ballistas were now ...... Now there are only 17 cars that can still be driven......" At this point, Veron was finally finished, and Veron was already crying at the end.

Wendsol closed his eyes in pain, he knew that he was finished, and so was the Northern Legion. Without these tanks, even if they cross the Sador Bridge, they will have no place in the attack, and from then on, the main battle corps will be completely reduced to an attached force......

At the same time, in the bushes more than ten kilometers to the east of the road, the Falling Star Guardian Group also gathered, and everyone was full of excitement and listened to the aftermath of the war.

The summary here is not detailed at all, and the number obtained is an approximation, but even so, this is an unprecedented victory in the history of the Falling Star Guardians! With only a few minor injuries, he destroyed most of the enemy's main chariots and successfully blocked the military road.

"Alright, the battle is summed up, and now I invite the Legion Elder to give a lecture." You said with a smile, nodding at Isara.

Isara, who is not very good at words, glanced at her subordinates sitting in the mud, and suddenly "poofed" and smiled, "Who are you?" ”

Everyone was stunned, looked at each other, and suddenly everyone burst into laughter. From a gloomy point of view, everyone rolled into mud monkeys, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

The laughter here alarmed the horses in the distance, and the horses neighed in confusion, and everyone laughed even harder, not only people, but even the horses were covered in mud, and they couldn't even see the color of their coats.

"Okay, okay, enough laughter, it's time for us to go back, the real big war is still waiting for us." Ishara shouted with her hand raised, still with a smile that could not be concealed.

"Yes! Legion Commander! The knights got up at the same time and shouted loudly, and in the distance, psychic horses ran over happily.

At this point, the first contact battle ended, and the shocking battle of Arathi began. (To be continued.) )