In addition to the 20,000 people who were buried in the swamp, Aaron saved 80,000 civilians. And this also means that the consumption of food rations has increased.

"The Westside Dogs intend to resolve the war as soon as possible. The Northern Legion is underfed, so the consumption of the 400,000 White Forest Legion is an astronomical amount every day. ”

Knowing this in his heart, Aaron did not resist ending this war as soon as possible. Because the longer, the longer the first, second, and third legions are hidden, the more exposed they are.

"Today, the survival of the North is decided."

Arrange for today's events and set foot on the battlefield with your sword.

Not long ago, the sky had just broken and the pale blue sky was still studded with a few sparse remnant stars. At this moment, the first rays of light shine from the rising sun. That golden thread completely divides the night and the day. At the same time, a row of shiny metal wires in the distance was illuminated!

An army of 400,000 can throw spears to break the river, and a black swamp cannot become a moat.

More and more timber and stones were brought from behind the White Forest Legion, and the 400,000 Legion moved forward steadily.

A horsehair helmet with a nose guard, a bright battle armor, combat boots, a war sword and a large shield on his back, and a heavy spear in his hand, walked out of the humble tent. Most of the eyes around are focused on this side.

The morning breeze blew slightly, and the crystal clear dew slid down the leaves. The green grass wakes up under the caress of the soft morning light, and looks more translucent green under the washing of rain and dew.

The morning sun is always quiet and elegant, without that kind of noisy atmosphere, which makes people feel calm and relaxed, and I don't know when Aaron has felt this mood more than once.

Aaron looked squarely into the eyes around him, some filled with courage, some burning, some timid, and some panicked.

But no matter what kind of experience is behind these various eyes, today. All of them have only one character, and that is the charging soldiers.

"Soldiers, we must not allow the enemy to cross the swamp, for only in this evil situation is the only chance of our victory. And from this moment on, I will be a soldier like you, a charging soldier. Because I'm the Duke of the North, I'm going to be at the front of the line!"

If you want to win, you must boost the morale of the battle!

With Aaron exercises both legs. A trot that spans a distance. Undoubtedly, the first to gather around the Emperor of Sparta were two thousand Spartan heavy-helmeted warriors.

The galloping Spartan emperor, the heavily helmeted warriors with the wind under their feet, and the team of 2,000 people marched like arrows from the bow, striding to the battlefield with their heads held high.

The Spartan Ming flickered like a sharp knife, driving the operation of the entire front. Nearly 100,000 soldiers from the north formed a black wave and swept towards the black swamp.

"Spartans!" With a loud voice, the two thousand Spartans shouted in unison, "Fearless! ”

"The soldiers under the banner of the war bear are courageous, and the fierce soldiers will surely thirst for the blood of the dogs of the West. The Revenge Knife of the North is hungry and thirsty! ”

100,000 soldiers from the north thundered with joy.

"Inspired by the commander, your combat morale is 500, 600, 700 ......"

The data in my eyes is on a straight upward trend, and it won't be long before it will completely blow up.

At this time, on the other hand, the 400,000 White Forest Legion did not dare to intercept this red tide halfway. The side of the White Forest Legion was palpitatingly quiet. Everyone clenched their weapons and watched as the galloping northern army dispersed into countless strands in the black swamp in an orderly manner, and wherever they went, they did not fall into the swamp. Apparently already have a good idea of the safe route.

The tense atmosphere of war, accompanied by the fishy smell of the Black Swamp, irritated the nostrils of General Shirakush. He couldn't hold back any longer. Tengdi stood up, drawing his cross-sword from his waist as he instructed all unarmed sappers to retreat.

"The Commander is right, the Northern Pigs are clearly not going to let us pave the way all the time. The sappers retreated, the spearmen numbered thousands, and the hoplites were in the center, and they traveled far away and reared the palace. Line up, hurry! Let's send all the northern pigs back to their hometown! ”

The orders of the noble generals of all ranks were endless, and in the eyes of the dwarf commander Dimmer behind the White Forest Legion, there were only two colors left in the whole world: the bright metallic colors that were splashing everywhere, and the dazzling battle flags mixed in with them.

"The first wave of fronts, 100,000 soldiers. Assemble a second wave of 100,000 men as reserves. In addition, we have 200,000 soldiers, and a steady war of attrition will inevitably drag the northern pigs into hell. When this war is over, the northern frontier will become the territory of the seven-colored elk family of the White Forest. ”

Dwarf Commander Dimmer, he still had the second half of the sentence pressed in his heart, "The Emperor of the Central Empire still has a year to live, and the supreme authority in this world is facing a replacement." ………… With two of the four continents in hand, the seven-colored elk will be able to become the imperial family! ”

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The Spartans not only possessed the strongest courage in the world, but also surpassed others in physical strength and speed.

Aaron led two thousand Spartan heavily-helmeted warriors in a whirlwind, and soon left the large army far behind. The large long-range firepower in the rear of the White Forest Legion is not insignificant. Stone-throwing machines, fireballs, and heavy crossbows were all available, and the Spartans were able to attract and dodge these blows with their skillful foot combat, allowing the northern legions in the rear to suffer fewer casualties.

A large wave of asphalt-doused stone bombs bombarded the surroundings, and it was like the end of the world in front of me, and the feeling of running and shaking chaotically illuminated the swamp snakes fleeing everywhere.

The dazzling red bullet marks shrank faster and faster above his head and ears, occasionally blasting around him, until they disappeared - and then the Spartan warrior and the burning stone bullet collided violently!

Aaron's eyes...... There were no loud noises, no sparks, just scattered limbs and blood.

Even the body of a wyvern could not withstand a heavy ballista, but a human Spartan warrior could be imagined. But such a sacrifice is definitely worth it! Because the first array of enemies will soon be close at hand!

"Sparta~~"

A thunderous roar, mixed with a heavy spear, or just a sword light, slashed forward fiercely.

It is not at all something that the contradictory soldiers of the White Forest can resist, and the Spartan warriors whose strength has generally reached the third level of silver are opposed, each time it is only a knife in the face, although the soldiers of the White Forest also wave their weapons, but one step later, the Spartan sword has already cut their chests.

Or when they raised the card in their shield, the shield was immediately smashed off by the heavy force, and the throat was still cut with another slash.

On the huge crowded front, the heavy soldiers of the White Grove who were watching from the rear could not do anything at all, and the soldiers of the White Grove in the rear even forgot to fire arrows and bed crossbows, and they watched the bright and powerful army crush and advance like bulldozers.

This is simply a massacre! (To be continued......)