The nightmare began.

When the reinforcements of the Kingdom Army arrived at the place where the signal was issued, the nightmare belonging to the Kingdom Army had already begun.

This is a full-fledged standard support group.

A fire elemental mage, a squadron of professionals, and 1,500 soldiers make up this standard support group, and their sophisticated combat uniforms and weapons make it clear to everyone that they are an elite force.

If this force were to face the 800 Imperial soldiers of Vega in an open field.

Then the result is not even a guess, there is no need to guess, there is no need to more, the magic support of the magician alone is enough to make these 800 cannon fodder collapse, if the professional takes the lead in covering the killing, I am afraid that even 15 minutes will be wiped out.

But where in the world are there so many ifs!

It's not a plain, it's not a mountain, it's not a desert, it's not a swamp......

This is Kareni, and the next thing to do is a real urban battle.

There is nothing wrong with it.

Numbers, supplies, equipment, faith, reinforcements, situation...... There are many factors for winning that the Imperial Army may not have, but there is only one thing that the Imperial Army does not have-

Location!

War is never reasonable, and even if you have thousands of possibilities to win, there is only one reason for defeat.

In the faint moonlight.

The Imperial Army's 10-man squad is like swift mosquitoes, once you are not careful, it will ruthlessly harvest the lives of soldiers in the dark, maybe only one or two soldiers will die in a single attack, and it seems that it cannot break the muscles and bones.

Yes, a mosquito certainly won't bother you.

But what about hundreds, thousands, ten thousands?

The Kingdom Army has sensed what it means to be afraid.

Arrows reaped their lives, and they didn't even know from which direction the enemy was attacking.

East, West, North and South?

Left and right?

The most terrible thing now is not that you can't find the right direction of the enemy, but what is really terrible is that every direction is completely correct.

"Cool!

The captain of the 43rd squad shouted loudly as he shot crossbow arrows.

His voice trembled with excitement, and even the gaze projected by his eyes was full of madness and excitement.

That's right, it's madness and excitement, not fear and uneasiness.

First as a cannon fodder unit abandoned by the Empire, he suffered a lot on the front line, saw that he was about to carry out systematic training and witnessed the fall of Kareni, became a prisoner of the kingdom under the terrifying magic bombardment, and was finally saved, but found that the retreat had been blocked, and launched a breakthrough campaign with the determination to die, but finally failed miserably.

This series of blows has long made him lose the confidence to fight.

He knew that he was a complete loser, unable to find a job, unable to support his family, and chose to join the army in order to escape, and entered the army and did not dare to participate in the boot camp because he was afraid of death......

Yes, the loser should be buried in the grave.

If this is a biography, he is cannon fodder B, who does not even have the qualifications to be called a villain, is a prop for the heroic and invincible image of the kingdom army.

Look at yourself, the remnants of the defeated soldiers.

Look at the enemy, the elite division.

Anyway, since birth, I can't compare to others.

Since childhood, he has not achieved anything to boast about.

Just a complete and complete loser.

It is said that the final destination of soldiers is the battlefield of death.

With this belief in defeat, he took part in this last ambush planned by a child.

This is really a child's play, but I still need to thank this young officer, compared to becoming a prisoner and dying a humiliating death, as a soldier, being able to die on the battlefield may be the only successful thing he can do in his life.

But but, but—

Even if there are countless of them here, they can't express his crazy heart.

With almost zero casualties, the pursuing force that killed 400 men was now defeated with 800 remnants, and an elite unit could not raise its head, and he thus experienced for the first time what it was like to kill the enemy.

Fear or anxiety about killing?

No, not at all!

When the arrow in his hand went into the throat of his enemy, the blood gushing out and the wail of fear made his soul tremble.

He did it.

As a loser, he killed these elite divisions and killed these successes.

And what are these elite divisions doing?

Oh my God, it's a big joke that they're trying to catch up with their swift footsteps with their bulky and bloated troops.

For the first time, as a remnant of a defeated soldier, he began to crave war and enjoy it.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I long for war!"

"Guys, I crave more! more! more war!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I desire victory!"

The huge sense of accomplishment made him unable to suppress the emotion in his heart, and at this moment he really discovered that even if he was a loser, even if he was a cannon fodder, even if he was traumatized, this determination to win would definitely not lose to anyone.

Vega looked down at the battlefield with satisfaction.

Although there were casualties from time to time due to the magician, the balance of victory had gradually tilted in his favor.

The Kingdom Army, which did not know how to conduct street battles at all, was completely defeated, and at this moment, the troops of up to 1,500 people not only could not give them an advantage, but made it difficult for them to move an inch in the street fighting.

Plus the commanding heights are occupied.

They are equivalent to a moving target wherever they go.

In less than half an hour, the remnants of the Imperial Army had perfected the role of guerrilla tactics and completely toyed with the enemy in applause.

The more you fight, the more you fight, the stronger you get.

This time Vega did not do any pre-war mobilization, he only described the mission process in detail.

Because there is no need to do any pre-war mobilization for a group of defeated soldiers who have lost their fighting spirit, just as you can't wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and even a lot of rhetoric can't impress a group of soldiers who are afraid to fight.

But there is a saying called rebirth from the ashes.

Vega knew what the soldiers craved, and what they craved was victory!

A small victory is enough to awaken every sleeping soul.

As a qualified commander, you will never underestimate the potential of any soldier, even a loser who has been failing since birth, and he will definitely be able to shine somewhere that even elite troops are afraid of.

And a small victory in the previous one was enough for this force to transform.

If he guessed correctly, now this army no longer fears war, but really begins to crave fighting, eager to kill the enemy, the supreme sense of achievement.

Longing for war?

What a horrible word.

Vega really didn't know how strong an enemy would have to be to stop a fire-fighting army hungry for war.

Fighting, there is no suspense here!