Chapter Seventy-Three: Reinforcements

Rokat squinted his eyes and stared at the Jaguar soldiers of the Ninth Division as they moved forward, his fingers lightly tapping on the double-ended spear that he lay flat beside him. The slender fingers didn't exert any force, but a strange tremor had broken all the grass stems near the spear, and the fracture was as smooth and clean as a knife. Ingle looked at Rocat's actions with interest, shook his head slightly, and muttered in a low voice: "It seems that the three of us are still the strongest in your fighting spirit, if it weren't for my 'God Butcher' being too powerful, hehe... Rocat, old friend, if you take my 'God Butcher', maybe you can become the first knight of the continent. ”

Rokat smiled lightly and whispered: "Impossible, I'm used to my baby, although your 'God Butcher' is a divine weapon in ancient times, it is not suitable for me to use... Behold, they have gone along, and the size of twenty thousand men should be able to move. Rocat's hand was about to rise.

A timid, whispered voice sounded around him: "Lord Rocat, this, there are twenty thousand people behind you." ”

Rokat was stunned for a moment, slowly lowered his arm, and asked in a low voice, "What the hell is going on? There are still 20,000 people? Why don't they follow closely? Aren't they anxious about the life and death of your master? Or are they too far away to come?" His eyes flashed with a strange green light, and he stared at the knight of Bikart's personal guard in front of him.

The guy cautiously lay down and whispered, "Actually, we could have let the people of their two divisions enter the ambush circle at the same time, but... He made things clear 1510, and finally added fuel and vinegar: "It's not that we don't cooperate, it's really that those bastards of the 7th Division are not in time, they would have died of exhaustion earlier, but they didn't die, it's really... It's all their reason, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

Rokat muttered in a low voice: "Incompetence is incompetence, no need to find a reason." Your mission is complete, just let me go aside and be careful with my own life. You are wearing the standard armor of the Jaguar Legion, be careful that our men are not careful, and give you ... ”

Inger next to him viciously made a gesture of cutting his neck, which frightened the guard and hurriedly crawled back, not knowing which grass nest to hide in to save his life. Ingle frowned and whispered, "What should we do? They have already entered the canyon, and if they go any further, I'm afraid they will find out what we have arranged." ”

Rokat shook his head: "It's okay, wait a minute, the time they crossed the canyon was exactly the time when the division behind them entered our ambush circle, which was enough... Ingle, take five thousand archers, and strike at the division behind them from the flank, and if they still have troops that have not entered our ambush, intercept them, and prevent them from inflicting any impact on our encirclement. Our soldiers are too weak compared to them. ”

Ingle nodded slightly, like a lizard, without touching a single grass stalk at all, and just shot flat against the ground. A gust of wind had just blown, and in the wind, Ingle had reached the edge of the encirclement a thousand feet away. Rookat looked at Ingle's movements a little dumbfounded, and had to think convincingly: "It is worthy of the role of the so-called eagle, this action is simply comparable to the beauty of a ghost." ”

The army of the Third Division had already slowly arrived, and they also heard the sound of weapons clashing from the other side of the canyon, and also heard the deliberate screams of the wounded soldiers of the coalition army. The commander of the third division couldn't hold it back, and he roared violently: "Brothers, rush with me." However, he had a brain, and as soon as he had taken a step, he stopped, leaving six teams of six thousand soldiers in place, and ordered them not to proceed until they heard his own shouts.

Fourteen thousand Jaguar soldiers rushed into the encirclement and approached the canyon. Rokat let out a long laugh and jumped up from the bushes, and the double-headed spear let out a 'whirring' wind whistle, pointing at the Jaguar soldiers who entered the encirclement with a dazzling white light: "Brothers, shoot." ”

The first to shoot were the thirty archers directly under Rocat, these specially trained archers, all of whom had the strength of the Silver Fourth Order Knight or above, and possessed extremely sophisticated archery skills, and their targets were the officers of the Third Division who were wearing full body armor and charging in front of the queue. In total, two hundred and forty long arrows shot out almost simultaneously like the wind. Twenty-three Jaguar officers fell under the arrows, and then, the sky was full of arrows with a terrible roar, and it fell like a dark cloud.

In the early morning sun, this dense rain of arrows almost blocked out the sun's rays, and the officers and men of the Third Division only felt that their eyes were slightly darkened, and then countless soldiers fell in pools of blood. The Jaguar soldiers, who did not have much experience in the field, were in a state of confusion, and although the machetes quickly supported their shields, the hot-blooded archers broke away from their cover, exposed most of their bodies, and fired at the enemies approaching in all directions, so they also fell to the ground screaming.

Outside the encirclement, the 6,000 soldiers of the 3rd Division shouted and rushed towards the encirclement that had just been encircled. This is the weakest point of the ambushed coalition soldiers, as long as one charge, these Jaguar soldiers have the confidence to break through the blockade of the other side and let their main forces retreat, as long as the main forces are gathered, they can still deal a heavy blow to the other side. The officers and men of the Third Division knew that not far behind, reinforcements from their three divisions were coming.

Ingle laughed wildly and jumped out of the bushes, and the five thousand archers around him, and the two thousand coalition soldiers armed with spears, completely eliminated the plan of the six thousand Jaguar soldiers to break through the ambush. The 'God Butcher' in Ingler's hand, under the urging of Ingle's full strength, emitted a strong sword light nearly twenty feet long, and anything that touched it must have been divided into two sections. Ingle sped back and forth alone, blocking the hundred-foot-wide frontal defense.

In the canyon, the Ninth Division suffered a devastating blow, countless boulders fell from the sky, countless arrows shot down densely, and even more terrifying were barrels of Danube specialty, a viscous black grease from the ground, which adhered to, The grease with super burning power was sealed by barrels, and after lighting the strip of cloth on the mouth of the barrel, it was dropped from a high altitude, which was more powerful than the explosion of ordinary magic crystals, and the flames splashed wildly, once a Jaguar soldier was contaminated by these flames, it was immediately burned directly from the armor to the skin and flesh, and then all the way to the bones.

The entire canyon was filled with black smoke, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. After about two cups of tea, the commander of the Ninth Division, whose left arm was smashed to pieces, ran out with a bloody light in embarrassment, his back was still burning, and the armor that was almost burned to molten iron made the flesh of his back exude a terrible smell of barbecue. He roared frantically, "Oh my God, it's a trap, damn Bigcut, he's betrayed us, he's betrayed us... ”

Rokat appeared in front of him like a ghost, the spear flashed violently, and an indifferent meteor flashed into the air, slamming the commander of the Ninth Division back into the canyon. His body, which was flying high in the air, happened to come across a barrel of black oil from high in the air, and the barrel exploded, and his entire body disappeared into a bright red flame.

Rokat rose high, as if flying in the wind, and in an instant floated more than five hundred feet to the top of the bushes, and landed in front of Bicat. He looked at Bicarter kindly, smiled and said, "Alright, dear Lord Bicatt, you should continue to work, so that I can convince myself to let you go back alive and not expose your ugly deeds." Please send someone to the reinforcements in the back, just say that you are out of danger, ask for 15,000 people to reinforce you, and then order the rest of the army to advance towards the Purple Gold Castle, just say that part of our main force has returned to the Purple Gold Castle and is preparing to mobilize more militia to resist your Van Empire, and ask them to conquer the Purple Gold Castle, this is also an order to them, okay?"

Bicart smiled bitterly: "You guys, are you going to set up an ambush to kill 15,000 people this time?"

Rokat nodded hurriedly: "Of course, it is safer to eat one bite at a time, after all, our strength is not enough to deal with too many Van troops." I'm sorry for you, hehe, if you want the place where the 15,000 people will meet, it is a small forest fifty miles northwest of this canyon, and it just so happens that the other armies can be separated from them by the Jinsha River smoothly, and let them attack the Zijin Castle. ”

Bicater looked at Rocat with a dead face, and finally nodded slowly.

Thunder led 30,000 Mine Dragon soldiers, rushing forward like a whirlwind, on the way, they passed through several small villages, and the residents of the villages watched in amazement as Thunder and their appearance appeared, and then watched in amazement as the army ignored their conflict and left. Thirty miles behind, the two division commanders under Yasuo gritted their teeth and led 40,000 dragon soldiers to chase after them frantically. Lomat sent a large number of scout horses as soon as he crossed the river, but they did not find more than 50 garrisons near the castles of the three Danubes within a radius of 50 miles, and the only explanation was that the troops of the Danube had all been concentrated, and the biggest possibility was that the Triple Alliance was wantonly attacking the Jaguar Legion under the leadership of Bicarter.

Therefore, not caring about accepting Bishui Castle and several other castles, villages and towns, Lomat sent two division commanders with 40,000 men to quickly reinforce Lei. They were more than an hour's march at full speed from Ray, and this distance made Lomat very relieved, because according to the military intelligence of the three principalities in advance, even if they dispatched all the coalition forces, it would be impossible for them to defeat the 30,000 dragon army led by Lei himself in more than an hour.

Rezema galloped back and forth in the procession, roaring frantically: "Brothers, cheer up, haha, let those damned Danubes show that you are dragons, not worms." Damn, stand up and take bigger steps, haha, pay attention to adjust your breathing rate, don't be too tired, and be ready to fight at any time. ”

The 100-man dragon scout team in front of him suddenly turned around and rushed back, and a tall, bearded strong man grabbed a pitch-black iron rod in his hand, roared and jumped into the scout team, a circle of cyan brilliance flashed wildly on the iron bar, and every flash a scout was smashed to the ground, often with people and horses, just a stick smashed into a meat pie. With a crackling sound, more than forty scouts had died tragically under his long stick.

The remaining scouts saw that the rear brigade was still far away from them, and knew that they could not escape, so they suddenly grabbed the reins with a brush, and their horses turned sharply, and more than fifty sabers slashed down like snowflakes. The war horses rushed forward, the sabers flew, and more than fifty scouts spun wildly around the big man like a ball of wind, and the sabers in their hands slashed rapidly.

The big man was obviously a little unable to keep up with the speed, he laughed wildly, with a strange roar, the long stick in his hand suddenly turned into a black shadow, and the dust on the ground was blown up by the strong wind emitted by his long stick, and flew out in all directions.

The big man continued to laugh maniacally, and smashed his long stick at the scout who fell to the ground.

Later, Lei who realized that something was wrong had already galloped to a hundred feet away, and seeing that a few more scout soldiers were about to die in the hands of this big man, Lei couldn't help but shout: "Damn, stop for Lao Tzu." He picked up the pure steel stabbing gun beside him, and the fighting spirit in his body skyrocketed, and threw it at the front of the big man. The sound of the air being torn apart was heard, which Ray himself heard, and the big man had not heard the sound of breaking the air at all, and the spear had already appeared in front of him like magic.

The big man's long stick was suddenly provoked, and with a loud 'buzz', the spear was shaken into an arc, and then flew high into the sky, flying diagonally behind him, and immediately a terrible howl came from that direction. The cold sweat on the big man's forehead had not yet been wiped away, a black shadow had already pounced in front of him, the thunderous sound of the horse's hooves shook his ears, and a fiery red sword light followed the forward momentum of the war horse, quickly wiped his neck.

The long stick stopped out again, and with a 'dang' sound, sparks splashed everywhere, the big man couldn't help it, and his whole body was rushed back by a huge force more than 20 steps, and the war horse under the thunder seat had such a strong forward momentum, but it was also blocked by the man's stick, and the two front hooves were raised high, and his mouth was neighing. Lei looked coldly at the big man sixty feet away, and said with a sneer: "Yes, you can still stop my sword in this situation, you are very strong." ”

The big man let out a long breath, and in the bushes behind him, countless soldiers in pale green armor slowly stood up. The big man raised the long stick in his hand and laughed: "Of course I'm very strong, ha, are you Thunder? I know what you want to do, you want to support that idiot Billat, but unfortunately, you have to break through my defense line before you can go and reinforce those poor little leopards." ”

Lei glanced at the long stick in the big man's hand, it looked like it was made of stainless steel, the thickness of an ordinary person's fist, eight feet long, and a five-foot-long pole in the middle, with a one-and-a-half-foot-and-a-half quadrangular tip on each side, looking at the cold light at the very top, Lei had no doubt that this thing could easily stab a cow. Rocat's double-ended spear has a simple and sharp impression, while the iron rod used in the hand of this big man is purely domineering and killing.

Lei lightly flipped the magic sword in his hand of one hundred and fifty pounds, and chuckled: "Danube leopard, Marshal Beamon? Ha, the Jaguar Legion is a little leopard, are you a strong leopard of adulthood?"

Beamon laughed wildly: "What does it matter if I'm a leopard or not? Anyway, those jaguars of yours are probably all dead leopards now, right? ”

Lei nodded slightly, he looked back at the dragon soldiers who had been arranged in a charging formation, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Beamon, look at the contrast between the soldiers behind me and those garbage behind you." After more than half a year of arduous training, all those who are not qualified have been eliminated, but what about your soldiers? Look at it, look at it, they are still trembling with the weapons in their hands, they are ordinary people who have only been recruited in the last month, right? Why do they need to come to die?"

Beamon subconsciously glanced back, isn't it, except for the more than 30,000 elites in front of him, the other more than 110,000 soldiers are trembling there. And the cold light flashed in Thunder's eyes, and his entire body was shrouded in a burst of golden light, and the long sword in his hand emitted a red light, and the body jumped up, and a heavy sword slashed towards the top of Beamon's head.

Beamon heard the wind above his head, and couldn't help but roar angrily: "Sneak attack, what kind of knight are you?" His body hurriedly retreated backwards.

Ray slashed his sword and muttered in a low voice, "Damn, knight, after I kill you, who cares how I killed you? "The 'Mad King Jue' in the body was running rapidly, the golden light on his body was magnificent, and the long sword carried a red light, carrying a rolling heat wave, roaring and shrouding down.

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