"Yes. ”

Sharmi nodded in agreement, not only was the chariot that Emperor Peter was riding in very strong, but the four groups of horses in Lato's chariot were all covered with heavy armor.

A war horse that can withstand such a weight is also a specially bred variant horse.

Charmille's green eyes flickered, and she knew that it would be very difficult to stop the fleeing chariot at this distance, she put away the elven longbow in her hand, and turned into Huin's carriage, and with the coachman's "Drive!", Xiuin's carriage began to rush towards the location of the golden chariot.

The carriage passed through a scorched earth littered with corpses, each almost mutilated or charred to the point where the mutant cattle had fulfilled their mission, and as the flames enveloped their bodies, they ran as far as they could in the last moments of their lives.

The formation of the Great Loran Empire's army could no longer be called a formation at this time.

The army of 100,000 had already begun to be chaotic long ago, and by this time, it had completely lost the most basic fighting spirit, especially the infantry battle regiment.

As for the pike-phalanx that is most proud, it has already become puddles of flesh and mud under the iron hooves of a mad fire bull......

Irvin followed behind the Ox, and he was the one who lit the first flame on the Ox's tail.

At this time, Ilwin's eyes flickered with the kind of burning heat that only young people usually have.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen old mercenaries and fellows who had followed him for many years, and their expressions were almost the same, and there was a kind of fanaticism in their eyes, and a kind of fanaticism that seemed to have not been seen for decades.

Irvin couldn't even remember the last time he could have this youthful sense of enthusiasm.

Ten years ago?

Fifteen years ago?

Twenty years ago?

"No, no, no, I was like them twenty years ago!"

The old mercenaries looked at each other for a short time, and they all saw the nostalgia called "youth" in their respective eyes.

"Let's go too!"

Behind Ilwin's mercenaries were two thousand two hundred Morrowind Lords' escorts.

Irven followed Xiuin's instructions and went to all the towns in Morrowind and later in the Plains of Heidel to collect mutant cattle.

When Irvin asks if he wants to sacrifice the mutant cattle as some kind of victim, Irvin is the first to strongly oppose Thuin's plan.

At this time, it was the beginning of spring, and the inhabitants who were about to start farming and sowing seeds were about to begin, and if a large number of mutated cattle that were necessary for cultivation were consumed at this time, the grain production of the entire Morrowind could be imagined.

But Xiuin demanded that Irvin just do what he was told, and his attitude was unexpectedly tough.

Irvin could only feel that it was impossible for Xiuin not to realize this, so he saw that Xiuyin was tough, and felt that Xiuyin could not do such a reckless thing, and acquiesced to the general salute to Xiuyin before he began to lead his escort to do what Xiuyin commanded.

"Uncle Irvin. ”

When Irvin was about to walk out of Xiuin's tent, Xiuin stopped him.

Irvin turned around and saw Xiuin's resolute expression.

"If Morrowind is defeated, these mutant cattle will also become meaningless, so the sacrifice of these mutant cattle will become very valuable until Morrowind is defeated......"

......

In retrospect, Irvin confirmed that Xiuin was right, and almost every warrior in Irwin's convoy had rushed back with a cow when Xiuin needed them most.

There was no need to ask how bumpy the process was, and Ilven still knew that this was the time when the farming was about to begin, and the officials and lords everywhere did not know it.

With Ilvin's hard and soft approach, he finally brought more than 2,000 mutant cattle to Xiuin.

When Irvin received the next order from Xiuin, his brain felt like it had been pounded.

Just as at this moment, Irvin shuttled through the battlefield that was already full of scorched bones, and Irvin seemed to see this scene at that time.

Genius?

No, it sometimes sounds like a compliment.

The king, the king of war.

Irvin didn't know much about the history of the continental war, and the history of the continent that he could understand as a rough person was extremely limited, but in his extremely scarce brain, Irvin still found a few words that could describe the cause of cultivation.

Every stop of Xiuin made Irwin's heart frightened, and the unbelievable was followed by the victory of Chang Linlin.

This time, too.

Ilvin's mistake personally ignited the prelude to the defeat of the Great Loren Empire.

When the Fire Ox followed Xiuyin's idea and had almost no deviation from the target to be attacked, any of the generals of Ren Chenfeng could see that this was the prelude to the victory of the Morrowind Leader......

The mutant cattle completely overwhelmed the Empire's position in the northwest, including the fortifications they had built, including the system of heralds and inquisitors that Emperor Peter was most proud of.

If it weren't for the cavalry teams on both wings of the Great Loran Empire relying on their own strong combat power to make the advance distance of the Fire Bull slightly shorter, the Imperial army would have been cut in two directly from the middle from the northwest side.

But even if it wasn't divided, the current Imperial army didn't feel good.

Varane III hesitated when he saw the head of the Order of Morrowind order to attack.

"Yes...... Fire-bull?"

For the first time in his seventy years of life, Varane III had seen how war could be fought in this way, and how a mild-tempered mutant cow could be used.

It was only when the Knights of Abiza plunged like a sharp blade into the enemy's ranks that Varane III reacted.

This is a war in which the forces were not equal at the beginning, but now this "asymmetry" has been unexpectedly broken.

"Attack! We will attack, and the whole army will attack!"

Varane III, who shouted from the bell tower, first stunned the guards downstairs, they already felt the shock of the "bull array" that appeared in the distance, and the shock that could not be relieved at this time had not subsided, and Varane III's somewhat hysterical shouts immediately made the battle commander also react.

"All the troops are attacking!"

The fruits of victory cannot be monopolized by Morrowind, otherwise what will be the future of the kingdom of Navarran?

Varane III asked his men to help him down from the bell tower, "Go and prepare my chariot, go!"

There will only be one winner, and Varane III understands this, and now the main enemy for Varane is no longer the Great Lorrain Empire......