Either surrender.

Either be killed by Vega before surrendering.

The 5th Battalion, which was originally filled with righteous indignation and vowed to get rid of Vega before surrendering, became silent.

At this moment, they finally remembered the rumors in the army.

The 11-year-old child, or rather, the demon in the skin of a child, could not only raise his butcher's knife mercilessly against his enemies, but he could also easily cut off the heads of disobedient even in the face of friendly troops.

Fear spreads again.

Surrender may give you a way out, but no one can guarantee that their head will not move in the next second, because the young officer, who is less than half their height, has already cut off the head of their top commander.

There is no mercy in the face of the chief, let alone them?

Since surrender is a dead end, and resistance is also a dead end, it is better to die vigorously, at least after death, you can mix the title of a martyr and shade future generations.

Crash.

The weapons of the Imperial Army were finally unanimous to the outside world.

Although the whole army was only united by force, and there was no morale, Vega successfully resolved the internal contradictions and successfully integrated the entire imperial army in a very short period of time, at least in a very short period of time, and even the kingdom army did not have time to stop it, so that the probability of breaking through indirectly increased by about one percent.

Looking at the soldiers of the 5th Battalion, who had already made a choice, but their morale was low, a smile tugged at the corner of Vega's mouth.

"The moths of the Empire, are they still regretting their choice?"

"I assure you that in 40 years, you will be proud of the choices you have made today!"

It is obviously a childish child's voice, but it seems sonorous and powerful: "I want to ask you to imagine that 40 years from now, when you sit by the fire and your grandson sits on your lap and asks you, 'Grandpa, what is the inferiorly civic imprint on your neck?' You don't have to cough dryly in embarrassment, move your grandson to the other knee, and say, 'Ah, grandpa surrendered and became a prisoner during a guerrilla mission. ”

"It's the opposite. ”

"Imperial soldiers, you can stare into his eyes, point to the medal on his chest and tell him: grandson, grandpa, I faced a heavy siege in a guerrilla mission, and I and my brothers overthrew an elite unit of the Kingdom Army!"

"A true soldier of the Empire will not let the fear of death prevail over honor, duty, and heroism!"

The soldiers, with their heads down, suddenly raised their heads.

They only felt that there was an unwilling breath in their chests that was about to burst out of their bodies.

Oh, yes.

If they surrender, they may be able to survive, but they will have to bear the status of high-class citizens in this life, and even affect their families, but as long as they can break through, they will definitely get a low-level medal of honor.

Although the chance of breaking out is less than one percent.

But they don't want to be embarrassed to tell their grandson after the 40s, the reason why your grandfather was able to survive was because he surrendered on his knees like a mischief in a guerrilla mission, and became a prisoner of the kingdom army and was redeemed by the empire before he survived.

They will return alive.

But by no means to return alive as a captive.

The fighting spirit began to burn in the eyes of all the soldiers, if before they were forced to reluctantly obey Vega, then from this moment on, they no longer fought for anyone, they only fought for their dignity.

Morale is a terrible existence.

Even if it is a cannon fodder unit, as long as it fights with a spirit that is not afraid of death, even the backbone troops will get into trouble because of this.

And it's not just the soldiers.

Ralpa and Zigrin's eyes flashed with infinite fighting intent, and Vega's words made them suddenly realize that death was not the most terrible, the most terrible thing was to live without dignity in the world.

They were soldiers of the Empire.

How can a true soldier let the fear of death prevail over honor and heroism?

Call it a day.

The Imperial Army, bursting out with a terrifying momentum.

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"Interesting, so funny. ”

Du Swell looked excited and scared.

No matter what country it is, it is an unforgivable crime for a subordinate to kill a commander, but the young officer in front of him did not even hesitate and directly cut off the head of the commander who tried to surrender.

It doesn't even take 3 minutes to speak.

In just three mere minutes, Vega cracked his discord and reversed the odds, reuniting the entire force with guns in unison.

If it was only by force of oppression, it would not have made Du Sville jealous.

In a few words, the terrible morale of a cannon fodder unit that surrendered immediately in the event of war broke out with a terrible morale that even the backbone troops, or even the elite troops, could not do, was enough to make Du Sville feel deeply jealous.

A cannon fodder unit that is not afraid of death, that is completely comparable to ordinary backbone troops.

Because the spirit of not being afraid of death is enough to make up for the lack of combat skills.

"He must not be allowed to go back alive. ”

Du Svir was determined to keep Vega here, and if such an officer escaped back to the Empire, it would not be long before he would become a great enemy in the path of the kingdom's expansion.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

After a long night, Du Swell coughed a few times and gave the order to attack: "The whole army will attack, well, not a single one will be left." ”

Click.

The heavy crossbow is wound, and the crosshair is aimed at the Imperial Army.

The seven professions drew their weapons at the same time, and locked their eyes on the three Vega.

Woooo

The sound of arrows breaking through the air roared, officially kicking off the battle.

"Abandon all defenses and attack with all your troops. ”

Vega issued an unwavering order: "Soldiers, please show your determination to die and the majesty of the Imperial Army, no one can stop us from returning alive now." Even death shuddered because of our appearance. ”

"For the glory of the Empire. With a roar, the Imperial Army charged.

They did not talk about formation, regardless of tactics, they burst out with a fierce morale that was not afraid of death, and braved the rain of arrows to crash towards the backbone of the Kingdom Army. There was no trace of timidity or despair in the 5th Battalion soldiers, and there was a glint of hope in the eyes of every soldier, even if there were 1,000 stalwarts in front of them, it could not prevent their return.

Plop pounce.

Arrows bring bursts of blood.

However, the Imperial Army also managed to survive the rain of arrows and crashed into the front of the Kingdom Army.

The Imperial Army is like a sharp arrow, trying in vain to break through the encirclement of the Kingdom Army, but the Kingdom Army is like a huge wall, blocking the path of the Imperial Army's advance.

Vega knew that the real challenge was next.