Silver dust got out of the tank and walked alone in front of the big trench, he leaned down slightly, looking at the fresh soil in the trench, and immediately came to mind the scene of a group of knight officers reluctantly going up the mountain into the village, while discussing the overnight while planning to send people to fill in the trench, and then the picture turned, the simple villagers of Mu Ne turned into an elite division of a hundred battles, easily surrounded and killed those officers, and the large army below was leaderless, and in the face of the chain mail infantry (cavalry could not move on this kind of mountain) suddenly surrounded from all directions, they could only scream and surrender, and then continue to scream and let the slaves of Jianzhou kill。

"This kind of drama is really ......" The mage let out a cold snort from his nose, the strategy of the slaves in Jianzhou is okay, not complicated but effective, but the devil hides in the details, digging the pit to dig out fresh soil, and does not cover up the old soil or fine sand to cover it up, it is really easy to expose the bottom of the whole strategy. However, thinking about the bunker that had just been knocked down by the cannon, Yinchen was relieved, in fact, whether this trench was of little use or not, and the bunker was shot down with a longbow and mechanical crossbow, and the people on the official road still had to suffer.

Although Yinchen doesn't know much about knight warfare, he knows that the war in the era of cold weapons has a principle that is more difficult to avoid than the rules of heaven, that is, the casualties of a force must not be too large, otherwise the morale of the army will inevitably be weakened. According to Bai Qi's statement, if an army dies more than one-third of its people, then the morale of the entire army will be completely broken, and it can basically guarantee a rout, and if it is besieged, more than half of the casualties will basically surrender in an organized manner. The casualties of soldiers are the sum of diseases and natural disasters, belligerents, famine, lack of water and military law, etc., and do not only refer to the number of people killed in battle, so if an army encounters a miasma or a disaster year, it will also collapse directly and become a homeless.

In this way, if a garrisoned stronghold can't take down one-third of the casualties, it is basically an inexplicable existence, and the mountaintop bunker of Hufangkou, if there is no big killer such as a 185mm smoothbore howitzer, I am afraid that no number of people will go up in vain, unless Yinchen leads a puppet army that completely treats casualties as nothing. In this way, the strategy of the construction slaves is quite perfect, no matter what information can be conveyed by the soil in the trench, the spray of the heavy head scattering arrow bunker can quickly dissipate the morale of the army, at least causing huge psychological pressure on the people on the official road. Generally speaking, the cavalry team is not allowed to play a cameo role as a sapper, one has no tools, two has no professional skills, and three is affected by the class concept of the whole world, how can the cavalry master do the work of a man? Although the forbidden army trained by the true king is very strong, it cannot reach the ideological height of the invincible army of Gabroyer in ancient times, so at this time, Silver Dust can either go back and recruit a group of workers to build the road, or do it himself- He's a magician.

"If it was before, it would be really difficult to do, after all, the hedging physique can't accommodate much earth element, but unfortunately, now I am a real all-round mage. As he spoke, Silver Dust stretched out his hand, and a gray-green light shone into the pit, and the soil layer inside the pit was petrified, but the soil layer after petrification did not become more rigid and rigid, but rose up piece by piece like a living thing, as if a whole complex set of mechanisms were installed under the pit.

The soft earth became a square pile of rock, which was erected one by one, rising to a position that was flush with the edge of the pit, and the square piles were densely packed and close to each other, almost like paving tiles to form a gray-white rock belt ten zhang long and three zhang wide, and the top of the rock was as flat as a mirror.

Silver Dust turned into a phantom, and suddenly disappeared in place, and then, the command vehicle issued an order, and all the staff changed their guard formation, and accelerated along the official road to the north.

The smoke and dust rose and the roar of the engine lasted for a few seconds before it stopped, and Yinchen's command vehicle bypassed the foot of the mountain on the right and rushed into the mouth of Hufang, but stopped in front of a group of Jianzhou cavalry.

The hillside inside Hufangkou was much slower than the hill where Hufangkou Village was located, and the tank behind the command vehicle did not hesitate to rush up a steep slope of thirty degrees, directly spreading a wide and sparse formation between the earthen cities on both sides.

The cannon rotated, and the chariot guns were straight and straight towards the earth city full of people, showing the power of bloody slaughter, and on the coaxial machine gun, the infrared aiming rays shot straight into the Jianzhou iron cavalry that blocked the official road, like a dense spear piercing the city wall of chain mail. The enemy on the opposite side stirred for a moment, then calmed down, and seemed to show a tragic appearance of generosity to death.

Silver Dust rubbed his ears a little impatiently, sat in front of the car screen for a few seconds, and finally slowly turned into a phantom, flashing to the front of the cavalry team at once. He felt that at this time he did not look like a general commanding a tank group at all, but like a gangster who stepped out of a luxury car alone.

Silver Dust didn't leave the tank voluntarily, but felt an irresistible telekinesis, or rather, some kind of heavenly induction, which he believed all the people in the tank behind him had, the bad feeling of being bound and blocked by the heavenly rules. This feeling is like the feeling of actively running away in a duel and being punished by the heavens.

Yinchen understands that if he ignores the order to open fire or drive the tank to run over, then in the next half an hour, it is likely that he is the only one in the army who can control the tank, and the other people's tanks will be out of control, or their hands and feet will be paralyzed by the suddenly frozen ice soul energy, and they will not be able to control the chariot.

Yinchen doesn't need to guess, you don't need to look, you know that it must be the Jianzhou slaves on the opposite side who used some tricks, and their cavalry posture that seems to be sent to death seems to have some kind of mystery hidden in it.

"Or is it because of the military situation itself?" said Yinchen secretly, looking up slightly at the cavalry team that had stopped him.

In front of the Jianzhou Nuer cavalry phalanx opposite, there is always a commander riding a tall horse, different from the usual Jianzhou pigtail soldiers, he is fully armored, even the war horse under the crotch is wrapped in golden brass armor, wearing a golden helmet, the cluster of bright red feathers on the helmet represents his supreme military power here, his shining chain mail, but also draped in a brilliant cloak, the cloak is made of the finest silk of Gusu Xiuhang as the fabric, the red is the base, embroidered with the golden tiger, falcon, jackal and other fierce beast patterns, with auspicious clouds and blue grass patterns, showing a brilliant and righteous momentum, the cloak is amazing, wrapped his horse almost like a blanket, hanging tightly in the windless sunset, like a flag waiting to be raised. That cloak was indeed a battle flag in a sense, leading the elite iron cavalry behind him to charge into battle and sweep Liuhe, and at this time, this battle flag-like cloak was like a cover to protect the people behind him.

The man saw the silver dust appear in front of him like a ghost, no more, no less just five feet away, the feathers on his head shook in the windless sunset, and instead of the face covered by the helmet made a slightly surprised expression, and then he asked in a sullen voice:

"You're the ...... The commander of the Southern Forbidden Army?"

His voice came from inside the helmet, with a heavy muffled echo, and his tone was the same as his posture at this time, which was a little condescending, and Guy Yinchen had no horse to ride and could only stand on the ground, almost half shorter than him sitting on a thousand pound horse.

"Hmm. Yinchen snorted coldly, which was an answer. The knight sitting on the tall horse was silent for a short second, obviously waiting for Silver Dust's declaration of war or questioning, such as asking him why he dared to stand in the way, but he didn't expect Silver Dust to ignore him at all, just standing there, hooded and covered his face, unable to see his expression clearly.

He realized that the atmosphere was a little awkward after a second, so he coughed lightly, and then reached out to open the mask on his helmet, revealing his very young and handsome face: "This official is the third-class mighty general Dadalok Xuewen, the two armies are fighting, the main general fights first, this official proposes a duel like you, do you dare to fight?"

When he said this, his tone was a little domineering, but he was also very dignified and mighty, such a challenge is very popular in both knight circles and boxer circles, and the challenged person has no reason to refuse regardless of strength or weakness, otherwise it is a coward's performance, the two armies are fighting, and they can't have stage fright, otherwise it will really affect morale, although Yinchen has a tank force, the person who can operate the tank is still a person who is deeply influenced by these cultures on the Fengyuan Continent, once Yinchen refuses, I am afraid that even if he finally bulldozes this place with a tank, he will be coveredThe hat of "victory without force". The tradition of fighting generals is that in some places it is a code of divine merit, and in some places it is regarded as a rule of heaven, and it is always regarded as a sacred thing, believing that only a rabble composed of slaves will be timid to refuse, and the result of fighting generals not only greatly affects morale, but sometimes even directly determines the outcome of the battle.

"Don't you dare, it's the first time I've led troops to the battle, and I don't know how to play. Silver Dust replied honestly, with a nonchalant contempt hidden behind his candid tone. This contempt Xuewen didn't understand, he was just a little surprised by Yinchen's youth and honesty.

In addition to being surprised, it also made her heart feel more lucky and cunning. "It's just a newborn calf, and I think it's also a new favorite of the true king, maybe he has some talent and became a general, but he doesn't know that this battlefield is more unfathomable than the sinister ups and downs on the rivers and lakes!" This is Xuewen's idea at this time, based on this idea, a certain conspiracy that Xuewen has been hiding in his heart has slowly floated, and the originally hard, for the sake of Jianzhou slaves, the heart of dedication to the dead is also alive, and he began to think about how to use the so-called duel to create an opportunity for himself, defeat the Southern Forbidden Army, and get a lot of military achievements.

"The one who fights, that is, you and I will duel immediately, and the loser will sacrifice all the baggage and ordnance, and the soldiers will disarm and return to the field, that's all. As he spoke, golden ripples suddenly rippled in the space around him, and out of these ripples were born fine snowflakes and blue storms, as if some kind of enchantment encircled Silver Dust and Snow Text, cutting off them from the forces behind them. The mage's face under the hood became a little difficult to see, he knew that he was careless, and he shouldn't have rashly talked about a duel with this person, but if he didn't talk about a duel, it seemed that there was a certain kind of heaven in the air that couldn't be bypassed at all......

"I knew to beat him with a long fire first. The mage hesitated a little in his heart, thinking that the next time he encountered such a situation, he should first bypass the Heavenly Rules and use the power of pure technology to win before saying everything. In any world, mystical forces always have their own rules, and those who practice mystical powers use these rules on the one hand, and on the other hand, they want to bypass these rules, but technology other than mystical powers, ignoring all the rules of mystical powers, is only related to the limits of physics. To put it simply, both warriors and mages obey the corresponding rules, but the mechanized regiments of the Canonikor civilization can completely disobey them.

However, Yinchen is not a person who is afraid of things, not to mention that on the battlefield, anything can happen. Lady luck can't always be on his side, either. Since he is going to fight, then he must seriously and responsibly "exchange feelings" with this Jianzhou slave master. ”

The magician saw the blue light slowly emitted from Xuewen's body, and it could be seen from the blue ice aura that the general of this Jianzhou slave was a boxing fighter, and he might not be able to use any weapon when he got off the horse, and he was holding a copper-headed iron spear with a three-eyed gun at this time, obviously just to adapt to cavalry warfare, after all, between knights and boxers, but the focus of skills is different, and there is no clear boundary, and even the boundary between mages and magic melee fighters may not be very clear.

"In other words, the general is to tie the victory or defeat of the whole army to you and me? Why do you think I agreed to such stupid conditions, it is my side that has the advantage now. "Although Yinchen promised to fight generals, he can't easily spare Xuewen, and taking advantage of his tongue before starting a war is conducive to weakening the enemy's morale, Yinchen doesn't need to weaken the morale of the entire Jianzhou slave army, just need to weaken Xuewen's morale alone.

"Hmph, it's really just a yellow-mouthed child. Xue Wen listened to Yinchen's somewhat childish words, and a contemptuous emotion slowly rose in his heart, but he didn't know that this emotion was closely related to the purple light spots that were suspended around him at some point: "Soldiers are treacherous, everyone in the world knows that when they can do everything, no one wants to pay attention to any rules, but unfortunately, there are some tricks in this world that have to be followed." If you don't want to say anything else, the officer will ask you, if you have the ability to let your cavalry rush directly over, why did you come out of that box to see the officer?"