Cutting, tearing, twisting, squeezing...... The highly compressed air unleashed its power, and the camp that stretched for miles was reduced to pieces, not even the boulders that had not been removed from the camp. Fortunately, most of the camps were lit with magic lamps, otherwise there would have been more fires, and now less than a quarter of the tents have been lit which is a very fortunate result.

Shouts of slaughter are heard from far and near, and the Brysonians' favorite crimson armor is already visible, and if you have a pair of eyes that can see through invisibility, you'll see more stealthy thieves clearing their way in front of the warriors.

Fayal's auxiliaries are unlucky, they have a lot of things to take care of, these things are their weapons, they are their mission, in their cognition, it is more terrible to lose these things they have to take care of than to lose their lives. Dragged down by these things, they took a step later than the regular soldiers, and this step cost them their lives, and they also failed to protect what they had to take care of.

The dust was slowly falling, and Bryson's vanguard had already rushed into the camp, and they searched and advanced with cold faces, mending the stab to the Fallars who were panting. There are only a few pegs left in the big tent in the middle of the camp, and the siege equipment that has been built near the big tent is also seriously damaged, and there are many remnants of magic cannons scattered around, and the land around the magic cannons is bright red, and when the wind magic comes, a large number of creatures are gathered here, maybe people, maybe livestock pulling carts.

The general who led the team soon discovered the anomaly, the barracks were so large that the number of dead people was seriously inconsistent, and he immediately ordered people to chase them outside the camp.

Not far outside the camp, a large group of Fajars was retreating, and at the forefront were light infantry, with little equipment and light weapons. After receiving the order, they assembled as quickly as possible, and the first group left the camp. There were some cavalry behind them, the light cavalry was relatively neat, and those who had no weapons and no armor were definitely heavy cavalry, without the help of auxiliaries. They have lost their combat effectiveness. The heavy infantry behind the cavalry was the worst, the short preparation time was not enough for them to put on their armor, and it was already good to be able to pick up their weapons and run out, and those who were reluctant to put down their armor were left in the camp with those auxiliaries. Twenty percent of the regular soldiers lost by the Fajars were heavy soldiers who were unwilling to leave their equipment behind.

A disorderly retreat would inevitably turn into a rout, and the old prince would not make such a mistake. The infantry, who had run some distance, received orders to build defensive positions on the spot, and the scattered cavalry was also gathered, and they took over a batch of armor and weapons from the heavy infantry, restoring part of their combat effectiveness.

The pride on the thunder beast's face was on Lei Huo's face, and the soldiers who lost their armor added to his arrogance. Because these unfortunate bastards are other people's soldiers.

"Let them spend a few small bucks on their subordinates, they are not happy, how about now, hum." Lei Huo really couldn't help but sarcastically mock these short-sighted people.

"Don't be complacent, they are not city lords, and the small money in your eyes is a year's income from the territory when you put it on them." Domili studied the map carefully, and almost as soon as the troops escaped from the camp, Lei Huo thought of the next battle plan, and Domili only needed to execute the plan. Make sure the plan doesn't get out of shape during execution.

"Even if they are city lords, they can't make that much money. It's just that much to earn. They won't spend a cent on these soldiers. Lei Huo pursed his lips, as soon as he mentioned money, he immediately thought of Jiang Li, thinking of the huge caravan in the Temple of the Gods, every time the caravan set off from Flame City could empty the warehouse he had accumulated for a month, and the goods they brought back, just paying taxes made Lei Huo satisfied. You can imagine how much they have earned.

"The situation is even worse than we thought, the number of enemies who have appeared on the surface alone has exceeded 300,000, they have sealed our retreat, and there is a defense line they have built in front of us, and it is very difficult for us to rush out." Just received information. Domiri read it carefully, then handed the report to Thunderfire.

"What is the difference between marching and fighting, not knowing the accurate information of the opponent, and sending him to death. Just by looking at the current situation, you can see how many rice buckets this group of people in the intelligence area has. Lei Huo cursed in his mouth, and his expression had become very cold.

"The old prince should be able to withstand a wave of attacks." Domiri gave Lei Huo a firm belief that Lei Huo's plan was completely based on the premise that the old prince could withstand the enemy's forward, and if the old prince could not withstand it, his situation would be dangerous.

"The odds are less than half, if you can't stand it, you retreat with your infantry and blow up all the magic cannons." Lei Huo drew a line on the map with his hand, the meaning was already clear, if he couldn't do it, let Domili withdraw along this line.

The old prince's makeshift line of defense was only half built, and Bresson's pursuers had already arrived. The well-groomed Bryson soldiers launched an all-out attack as soon as possible, and the cavalry that rushed ahead made a small turn and pierced into the flank of the Fajars.

Ordinary infantry against well-stocked legions, but as soon as they engaged, the Fajars were immediately reduced to passivity. Not only is there a gap in strength, but morale is also too bad.

The old prince knew the importance of this battle, and he appeared on the front line of the battlefield, and the prince's guard, who had long been full of honor, accompanied him.

The appearance of the Prince's Guard immediately attracted the attention of the Brysson people, this guard is too special, there are very few people who don't know them, especially the Brysson people who have fought with Faillar many times, and no one will forget this guard.

The Prince's Guard appeared, and what this meant was not at all explained by the person with the troops. These soldiers under his command, who have been tested in war, understand for themselves. After a slight pause, an earth-shattering roar rang out from the Brisson Legion, and a crowd rushed towards the line where the Prince's Guard was stationed.

The prince's guards were dressed in khaki armor, and the two thousand hoplites stood steadily, like an impassable mountain. Their movements were extremely concise, almost only two moves, slashing and swiping, but with just two simple moves, a hundred times their Bresson soldiers could not catch a single sword.

A red-haired boy in the Prince's guard was extremely eye-catching, he was very young, he looked to be less than thirty years old, tall and slender. There are very few decorative patterns on his armor, which indicates that he has not experienced many battles. It's not just because he's young. There were far more corpses in front of him than elsewhere.

No sooner had he cut down an enemy than he was confronted by a crew of three Bresson pikemen. A spear stabbed upwards from a very low angle, striking at his lower abdomen. The boy stretched out his left hand and slapped the spear on the head, swinging the spear outwards with great force, and he took a step forward. Before his right foot could hit the ground, the man on the left side of the gun group also stabbed out the spear in his hand. The speed of this shot was extremely fast, and the point of attack turned out to be the right leg of the boy who was about to land.

"Beautiful!" The boy let out a loud shout, and his right leg, which should have landed on the ground, stretched out vigorously, and after avoiding the tip of the spear, it pressed against the spear, a standard one-line horse.

The young man's legs had just touched the spear, but he found that there was no trace of strength on the spear, and the spearman on the left side of the spear array had a grim smile on his face, his hands drooped weakly, and the spear hung to the ground without force.

It was at this time that the soldiers on the right side of the gun array struck. He twisted his waist and twisted his waist, a black gun, and a mottled spear burst out of his waist like a poisonous tongue.

"Not bad, not bad!" The young man was still very calm, his right hand holding the long knife suddenly slashed in the air, and as he leaned forward, he drew a diagonal line, and his free left hand firmly grasped the black spear. This shot was fired by the gunner's condensation of the strength of his whole body, and the power was extremely great. But it's such a shot. But he was held firmly in the hand of the young man, and he couldn't move at all.

The three spearmen stood in place as if they had been immobilized. There was horror and bewilderment on their faces. Three red lines appeared on them, and along this slanted red line, the three of them broke in two at the same time.

"The difference in strength is not ...... Yes! The boy wanted to drag a few words, but he was only halfway through the sentence when he was shot in the shoulder, and this shot was taken by the person who stabbed the first shot in the middle of the array. Just when he was already broken in two. The head of the spear and the small half of the barrel of the gun were separated from the body of the gun, and pierced the boy's body when his spirit was relaxed.

The young man was shot, and he immediately felt a numb shoulder, and the superb inner armor he wore on his body failed to block this shot. The boy was stunned and grabbed half of the spear and stepped back, and as he retreated, a bottle of pills had been swallowed into his stomach. There was poison on the gun. Originally, he thought that the black spear was poisonous, but he didn't expect that this ordinary-looking spear that was completely unnoticeable was highly poisonous.

"Young Master, Young Master!" A warrior in a gray samurai suit rushed to the boy's side. Because she was in such a hurry, she couldn't hide her voice, and as soon as she heard her sharp voice, she knew that it was a woman.

"Take me to see my father, it's a conspiracy ......" The young man's voice was already a little weak, and the armor that he had worn without feeling anything on his body had also become extremely heavy.

The old prince grabbed the half spear in his hand and roared like a lion. The Soul Breaker Spear, this is a weapon made by the secret art of the Fajar royal family, and it is the only one in the whole reincarnation world. The spear in his hand is unique to the royal family of the Fajar Empire in terms of materials and craftsmanship, except for the poison on the head of the spear, which does not belong to Fajar.

The person who was hit by the Soul Breaker Gun has not survived a single person so far, this shot can not only poison the target, but also send out spiritual magic to shock his soul while hitting the target, this double damage can most effectively disintegrate the resistance of the target's body. This is because of this vicious design, the Soul Breaker Gun is cursed by the whole reincarnation world, and what makes this infamy is a long list of human lives, all of whom are in power and excellent commanders of various countries.

The old prince has been upright all his life, and he thought that he would die under a poisonous weapon, but he never thought that he would die under the soul breaking gun.

"My country has abandoned me, but I must die for him." The old prince rushed to the front line with the soul breaking spear, and the prince's guards saw their master rushing into the battlefield, and they all went crazy, and the two hundred percent combat strength that burst out in an instant actually broke through Brisson's stormtrooper line.

It was precisely because of this sudden outbreak that the Guards infiltrated the enemy's encirclement, and Fallar's infantry regiment naturally did not look at it, and they rushed forward desperately, hoping to bring back the Guards and the old prince. Brisson's legion of dead men stopped all of this and calibrated the target point for the cannon.

Just as the two sides were charging at the Legion of the Dead, Bresson's magic cannon opened fire again, this time they were targeting the Forty Legions, and all of them were enveloped in a thousand yards.

After the wind magic, there were only stumps and flesh left on the ground, and this time the Brisson artillery fire was even more intense, and they dropped a staggering two hundred magic bullets on this small land.

If the commander dies in battle, the whole army is killed. This is the military regulations of Fajar, and all the military regulations of Fajar are known. The old prince was killed in battle, and the army of Fajar was completely insane, and they had no way to run away from a foreign land. If you run back, you can only face the most severe military law, and even your family will be involved, and there is only one way for the safety of your family, and that is to die in battle.

Of course, with the belief that they must die, the power that erupted was extremely huge, and the Bresson warriors had no idea why a group of sheep who were being chased around suddenly went crazy. This group of crazy guys was completely unstoppable, they completely gave up on defense, and all that was left in their eyes was the opponent's neck.

There is only forward, no retreat, no fear, no way to live. The Fajars, who fought against the water, and even rushed to find death, actually reversed the disadvantage in partially. The 50,000 soldiers under the old prince's command held off the enemy's attack with their lives, in exchange for nearly 70,000 casualties of the Bresson warriors.

Unfortunately, their physical strength was limited, and after four hours of continuous fighting, the flanks of this army were completely crushed by the cavalry, and without the protection of the flanks, the exhausted Chinese army was quickly wiped out.

The battle lasted four hours, but Fajar's line had been broken through two hours earlier, and the Bresson cavalry, who were in hot pursuit, caused the rout of Fajar's army, and they chased after Fayar's rout, reaping their lives, and unknowingly leaving the main battlefield.

The Fajars did not hold the line, but they lost 70,000 soldiers, and the death of these 70,000 left the Bresson army in the main battlefield with a vacancy. There is a big hole in the very tight defense line. The Brysons, who were immersed in the joy of victory, didn't care about this, they never thought that someone would attack them at this time.

The whimper of the white bone horn appeared on the battlefield at this time, and the five thousand undead cavalry regiments were in front, and the ninety thousand dark cavalry were divided into nine phalanxes, forming nine dark charging formations, and launched a decisive charge against the exhausted Brisson army that had just finished a fierce battle.

The sparse number of undead cavalry can only turn their 5,000-strong regiment into a group of undead cavalry, but they can give the dark cavalry a morale boost, and can increase the power of the dark charge. For a while, it was suspected that this was the charge launched by a group of undead cavalry close to 100,000. (To be continued......)