"Candar Hoover, you are the two great military gods in the Kingdom of Zealand on a par with Aiden Finger of the Condor, and if you still have the chance, I really want to compete with you fairly to see which is stronger, the 'King's Exemplary' or the 'Eight-winged Golden Eagle'. But for now, I can only say sorry to you. General Bretton, the commander of the Eight-winged Golden Eagle Legion of the Kingdom of Medin, said with regret. At the same time, the herald next to him gave an order, and the soldiers guarding the command platform lit three bonfires one by one.

The three pillars of smoke that soar into the sky represent the signal to attack.

......The silent plain of Sauron erupted with a thunderous roar, and in the south, north, and west directions of the "King's Exemplar" legion, Chu Ge was everywhere, and countless Medin soldiers rushed towards the Sealand army from all directions as if they had come out of the ground; After days of suffocation lurking in the sweltering underground, the only way to breathe a sigh of relief is to kill without a death. The entire Zoro Plain was like a huge pocket, and when the "King's Exemplary" got in, the pocket was immediately tightened.

"Ambush?" On the makeshift command platform, looking at the Medin's army surging like a tide, Prince Harun was shocked and angry, in the unobstructed plain, there were so many enemies in ambush, but his own side knew nothing, and to dig out the underground fortifications that could hide so many soldiers in the plain where there was no danger to defend, it would take at least half a month, and half a month ago, it was the "model of the king" When the plan for the march was made with the royal family, that is, on the day the plan was released, the Medin people were already well aware, and it was no longer just a matter of simple leaks, and the sabotage of the traitors was even stricter than imagined.

"Your Highness, please stay calm. Let's see what kind of enemy is coming. "The commander of the legion, Duke Hoover, was much more sophisticated, "the enemy attacking from the north carried the banner of 'Emerald', and the enemy from the south held aloft the banner of 'Shining Cloak'......"

"'Emerald' and 'Glitter Cloak', weren't these two legions annihilated by us last year?" Prince Harlan was a little unconvinced.

"Defeat, to be exact. Although we eliminated the main forces of these two legions, their command escaped, and a year was enough time for them to rebuild the legions. Your Highness, you see, those soldiers have no formation, and their charging posture is blunt, and they look like recruits who have just enlisted in the army. Also, look behind us," Duke Hoover directed Prince Harlan's gaze to the west, "and the Maidins who outflanked us were not even regular legions, they were a ragtag army of lords of many places, with their banners and uniforms. ”

Prince Harun calmed down and observed, and sure enough, as his teacher had said, he couldn't help but nod his head again and again.

"Therefore, although the enemy's momentum is huge, the only one who really poses a threat is the 'eight-winged golden eagle' standing in front of us. Duke Hoover finally stated his conclusion.

"Okay! Deal with them all, and let them know the fate of being the enemy of the 'King's Exemplar'!" Prince Harun gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and a confident smile reappeared on his face.

During the conversation between the two, the Mei army had already rushed into the range of the bows and arrows of the Western soldiers, but none of the archers let go of the bowstrings, and it was not only the proud sense of honor and outstanding tactical ability that led the 'model of kings' to victory, but also the iron discipline.

When the soldiers of the Mei army rushed past half the range of the bows and arrows, Duke Hoover gave the order to release the arrows. Looking down from the sky, the position of the Western Army was like a flower of death that suddenly bloomed, flying like locusts across the plain. The only thing that the soldiers of the Mei army can resist is the wooden shield in their hands, they don't even have iron armor on their bodies, only thin leather armor, how can they resist the world-famous Sealand bow and arrow?

Ghost cries rang out one after another among the Mei army, and a flesh-and-blood body was pierced with sharp arrows, and the Medin soldiers, who were desperately rushing forward, had to lie on the ground and raise the wooden shield above their heads, barely reducing the damage of the arrow rain to their side.

After a long period of more than 20 seconds in fear, the rain of arrows of the Western Army seemed to have stopped, and the surviving Mei soldiers got up from the ground and roared again to rush towards the position of the Western Army, trying to rush over a dangerous distance of only 100 meters before the Western Army pulled the second bowstring.

However, they miscalculated, and when the Mei army had just rushed less than 30 meters, the roar of flying arrows sounded again in the position of the Western Army, and the overwhelming rain of arrows once again enveloped the soldiers of the Mei Army. The reload speed of the Sealand archers can be compared to the ordinary crossbowmen of other countries, let alone the ace division among them? It was even more deadly, and a small number of cloud-piercing longbowmen in the Western army formation also joined the battle, and every time they pulled the bowstring, one of the Maidin officers fell to the ground in a fit of rage, and the Mei army, which had lost its front-line command, was even more chaotic, many people ran around, and soon became the ghosts of the arrows, and the few Mei soldiers who could rush to the front of the Western Army's position collided with the tip of the spearmen of the Western Army who were arranged on the periphery. The soldiers in the rear who were not attacked by the bow and arrow were desperate and frightened, and these recruits who had never been to the battlefield experienced the horror of the Sealand bow and arrow in the mouths of the veterans, and driven by the instinct of survival, they left behind the rhetoric of "defending the homeland and defending the country" and turned to flee.

In the first round of confrontation, the Mei army was repulsed after leaving behind thousands of corpses, and the losses they inflicted on the enemy were insignificant, and on the periphery of the Western army's position, circles of the corpses of the Mei soldiers were laid out, and blood seeped into the land, staining the whole land red.

"How can this be reasonable!" General Bretton, who was watching the battle from a distance, was so angry that he cut off the handrail of the command platform with a sword. Shock, anger, and a little happiness are the true feelings of Bretton at this time. Bretton was a rising star in the Medin army, he only became the "eight-winged golden eagle" after the purge of the government, although he was still young, he had the honor of being the commander of the first army of the kingdom of Medin, and if he could defeat the enemy's ace army in a one-on-one battle, it would not only bring him personal glory, but also establish his prestige in the unstable army, so today he had to be "despicable" under the arrangement of the king This kind of practice is contrary to the way of knighthood, which makes him feel that it will be a stain on him for the rest of his life.

But now it seems that without these "despicable" practices, his future life will only be darker. Although he had been mentally prepared for Sealand's bow and arrow skills, he was still too light on the enemy with an army four times the size of the enemy. If it was not the recruits and miscellaneous troops who rushed up just now, but his "eight-winged golden eagle", what would have happened, I really dare not imagine.

"Your Excellency, General, I said a long time ago that a frontal attack is useless. Candal Hoover and his 'model of kings' are not to be messed with. Against this kind of opponent, you need a little ...... Patience. Speaking in such a strange air was a man in a cloak standing next to Bretton, who had pulled his man's rain hood very low and deliberately concealed his identity.

Britton glanced at the mysterious man with disdain: "With such a brilliant legion, it is not us as enemies who want to kill them, but you 'own people'. It's not unbelievable. ”

The mysterious man laughed dryly: "Hehe, my master's purpose is not to wipe out the 'King's Exemplar', it is better to receive it, but the premise is to kill Harun's kid, as long as this goal can be achieved, Your Excellency General, you don't have to go down with the 'King's Exemplar', both of them will lose." ”

"Humph!" Britton scoffed.

"Your Excellency, you should immediately launch the next wave of attacks. I know Kandal Hoover, who was good at fighting back when the enemy was being pushed back. The mysterious man pointed to the Western Army position in front of him and raised his proposal.

"Don't point fingers in front of me, you Sealand scumbag! I'll cut off your head right now to celebrate my extermination of the 'model of kings' in advance. Britton said angrily.

Although the general's attitude was extremely unfriendly, the mysterious man did not get angry: "Don't forget, general, we are engaged in a win-win cooperation." You killed me, how can you give an account to your king?"

Hearing what the other party said, Britton remembered the scene when he went to the basement of the palace to meet His Majesty the king, and standing side by side with him in front of the king was actually a man dressed in the clothes of the enemy's royal chamberlain.

"Our king, His Majesty, is old and confused, so he would do such a stupid thing as attacking your country. And Harun's boy is not as capable as one-tenth of my master, but he was made the crown prince because he knows how to pat on the horse. More and more people in the Kingdom of Sealand now know that we cannot win this war, including my master, but our king is obsessed with the fact that if Harun is allowed to inherit the throne, he will absolutely continue this war. But if Harun dies and my lord becomes the new king of Sealand, he will surely withdraw his troops from your kingdom and end the war forever, and will never provoke war in his lifetime. "The mysterious man made tempting terms to King Louis V of Medin.

Louis V frowned, deliberately making people feel his murderous aura: "Hmph, my army will not become a tool for you to seize power in internal strife. Pull this guy out and cut it. ”

Two samurai walked up to the mysterious man, one of them took him by the arm, and dragged him backwards.

"Your Majesty, we're all for our country, aren't you?" the mysterious man shouted at Louis V.

"Wait. The young king stopped his warriors, and he seemed to remember the day when he overthrew his father and usurped the throne. "Do you speak for your master?" asked Louis V, after a moment of silence.

"Of course. The mysterious man replied confidently.

"You must not agree!" Your Majesty, the Sealand people are scheming, this may be a trap, what if they turn their faces and refuse to admit it?" Seeing that the king seemed to be convinced, Britton hurriedly persuaded him.

"The general can rest assured, if today's events are spread, my master will not be able to sit firmly on the throne even if he ascends to the throne. Therefore, we will never break our word. The mysterious man responded to Bretton's questioning.

Louis V felt that it made sense and nodded in agreement.

"Your Majesty, this must not be done, this kind of dirty trade is a strict desecration of chivalry, and it is also a blasphemy against the king!" Bretton is a traditional knight, and the chivalry in his thoughts is extremely imprinted.

"General, in the face of major rights and wrongs, personal honor and disgrace are not worth mentioning. The young king said to Briden, "In this war, Medin has shed too much blood, and if the war can be ended smoothly, any ego can be sacrificed." ”

......

Thoughts pull back from the memories. From the first step, there was no longer the right to let Bretton choose, he could only go on the established path.

"Orders to the troops. Bretton's voice suddenly raised several times, and he gave a very cold order, "Organize an attack immediately, and do not retreat!"