Balder led a company of cavalry to chase for dozens of miles, only to wait until his horsepower was exhausted.

All that remains is to clean up the battlefield, make up for the traps that were originally destroyed as much as possible, count the number of deaths, and give pensions to the families of the dead soldiers. The losses of infantry and artillery were minimal, and the losses of the white-coated regiments were even heavier. The loss of more than 500 people was nearly 100 people, and they were all elite cavalry, which made Wayne feel distressed for a long time.

To Bard and Bessen's headache, Wayne asked them to write about their experiences and experiences of the war. I wanted to celebrate, but I ended up spending time at my desk.

These two enemies are also rare to be unanimous with the outside world this time. Young Master Wayne is too unapproachable and doesn't let himself relax. One time experience, one time complaining. Write one line, called three sentences.

By the fire.

At this time, Coyle can be described as embarrassed, the flower crown on his head doesn't know where it has fallen, and the robe on his body is slowly dirty. The horror on his face slowly receded.

The earth-shattering sound still echoed in his ears, and the explosions in the army from time to time, blood splattered viscera, and nausea lingered in Koyle's chest.

Not as ignorant as an ordinary soldier, he knew that all this was caused by the so-called artillery. But he knew what was the use, and he didn't have a way to deal with it.

Fortunately, there weren't many cavalrymen in pursuit, otherwise he wouldn't be panting by now. He clearly remembered that his guard, who was one in a hundred, held a good bow and arrow, and at a distance of about twenty meters, he could not shoot through the armor of the cavalry, and at most inserted it into it.

You must know that even the most famous dragon armor of the dwarven race is enough to penetrate at this distance.

Coyle had never heard of such a battle, and he hadn't even touched the walls to-day. Looking at the mocking gaze of his generals, Coyle really wanted to attack. But now that the army is defeated, it is even more necessary to win people's hearts. I have to endure it no matter how unhappy I am, and settle accounts after the autumn. Regardless of the current situation, does he still have an autumn queen himself?

After learning the news of his failure.

Soon the family, the Council of Elders, put pressure on themselves in all aspects. If you can't attack Helan again, you don't have to go back.

However, even with such a fiasco, Coyle can only say that the losses are heavy, not broken. Although the army was scattered, it would slowly gather later, and now most of it has been gathered.

I'm really glad that the other side doesn't have many cavalry, otherwise there wouldn't be only two thousand casualties. Even if some officers died later, it was all officers who were at odds with him, and it was better to die. This also made Coyle react, and although the so-called artillery was terrifying, the actual casualties caused were very small.

Thinking of this, Coyle rekindled his fighting spirit.

I still have so many troops, even if I consume them, I will exhaust the troops on the other side. And he must get that artillery, compared to that artillery, 40,000 troops is nothing. You have to get the cannon to atone for the crime, and you have to get the armor how it was made. These two things are even more important than Nolan, and when the time comes, the elders themselves will have them at their fingertips.

It seems that this is not only a fiasco but also an opportunity, a chance given to Coyle by God.

Coyle proudly swept the people seated and found that something was wrong, not the wrong number but the lack of a familiar voice.

What about Morant, the usually quiet statue-like magician?

Coyle sensed something was wrong.

Hurry up and give the order.

When you see Master Morat, you inform yourself. After a while, the adjutant came over with a soldier who looked panicked.

The adjutant said indifferently, "He is Master Morant's bodyguard, and he has just been recognized, and he still refuses to admit it." ”

The soldier argued, "I'm really not, I'm just an ordinary soldier." ”

The adjutant then asked, "Then you can name the number of your unit!"

The soldier hesitated, and was asked.

Koyle grabbed the soldier by the collar regardless of the image.

"What the hell is wrong with Master Morat!"

The soldier fell to his knees.

"Killed, killed. Killed by those who have demonic powers. ”

The Koyle was like a bolt from the blue, and the magician was very precious. If it weren't for his pleading, plus the benefits of capturing Nolan that he preached every day. The family will definitely not borrow their own magician, and now it's all over.

No!

As long as you get artillery, it's not too late to make armor, and you may become an elder.

Khoil was close to demonizing himself, and he was going to do whatever it took to take Helan, even if it was to drag this army to hell.

Inside Herlan City, the scene is completely different.

This group of young young people who have just entered the battlefield have made such public achievements for the first time, and they will inevitably be rewarded when they go back. Just blushing with joy and eating meat. If Wayne hadn't ordered the ban, they'd have had a few vats of wine tonight.

Wayne sat in the tent, frowning. Why did the elves send so many troops this year, or elite troops.

The little Helan didn't deserve such a big fight, even if they knew that they had a secret weapon and were still actively expanding their army. That's not going to send such elite troops.

If they continue south, Stuyard and Rune will break the tacit understanding that has existed for thousands of years. Rune looks weaker, if he really touches the bottom line. That's enough for Stuyard to drink a pot.

Or something happened that made them destroy the long-standing tacit understanding of the people at any cost.

Now there is a fatal problem, he doesn't know if he can support Nolan's city wall to repair, this time the elves sent over the troops greatly exceeded Wayne's expectations.

Don't look at the victory today, but the actual number of casualties is not ideal. Just kill the opposing mage and some officers, which will make the rest of the battle easier.

The night was like ink, hiding Wayne's deep worries.

Black Chess City.

Known as the first Xiongguan in the northwest, it is now as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the army of hundreds of thousands of Stuyards. It's just that the elves want to retain their strength and don't want to have too many casualties. Many of the attacks are just consuming the black chess market, otherwise the elves will be able to live in the black chess market tonight.

To add insult to injury, he also had a pig teammate. Barnfinger he ran, running away with millions of looted gold coins. Originally, he thought that he had increased taxes to prepare for war, but now he had swept away all the money he had looted. There was not even a military salary left.

This made General Willier, who had been guarding the Black Chess City for more than forty years, smash his beloved wine glass when he heard the news, and he died of anger on the spot.

This lord, who has never done anything serious in normal times, just hopes that he will not make trouble during the war. However, Barn Finger vividly explained that the reason why pig teammates are pig teammates is not only incapable, but also terrifying is the ability to make trouble for teammates.

What's even more maddening is that he wants to stabilize the morale of the army and the people. I had to help that bastard cover up that he personally commanded the front line in Black Chess City.

Of course, the news of Barn Finger's escape must be unstoppable, but it can drag on for a day. After all, behind the black chess city is the city of Vasser. If the line drags there, it is not known how many people will die!