"Attack!"

Suarez drew his saber and swung it forward.

The hill natives who had been impatient for a long time rushed towards the orc legions like tigers out of the gate, shouting and roaring.

These nervous natives were not very afraid of death, but now they were even more excited to chase after the enemy when they saw the enemy fleeing.

In the past, these corpses were all grain, and they would be dragged back to marinate and make jerky for winter use, but now, with the opening of the free trade zone, they have long forgotten what hunger tastes like and have begun to pursue a higher quality of life.

"For the Great Chief of Downton!"

Roaring one after another, the natives were in awe and love Downton, not only for the merits and rewards, but also to prove loyalty and bravery to him, so every natives fought hard for the place to enter the Praetorian Guard.

Relying on the advantage of height and long legs, the ogre shook off the miscellaneous cards of bear goblins and gnolls, and caught up with the orc rout first, without hesitation, waving the mace in his hand that was comparable to a pillar.

Bang!

The orc who had been hit flew out, half of his body twisted, and the ogre quickly chased after him, then smashed his head with a hammer, searching for ears in the mixture of red and white brains.

The wealthier ogres, most of whom were officers, envied the life of the town, and in order to blend in with the best of their ability, they abandoned their usual mace and replaced them with three-meter-long sabers, as if in this way they could be detached from barbarism and vulgarity and become elegant.

Just fighting style, bloody and brutal as always.

Swish!

Slashed with a saber. The orc was directly split in half, and its internal organs were sprinkled all over the place, and the smell was foul. At first, they were worried about soiling their uniforms, so they carefully cut off their ears, but soon they got impatient, and directly chopped off their heads and hung them on their belts.

"Are you all stupid? Now you don't have to remember military exploits in your head, but use your left ear, just cut off your left ear!"

The Warlords are on the battlefield. Loudly scolded, seeing some low-IQ ogres not listening, and even fighting for ears. Delaying the fighters, they waved their horsewhips and whipped them over.

"General Su Ya has an order, don't listen, if you annihilate the enemy army. All soldiers have their military merits increased by two ranks. It will be distributed in the form of a gold coin!"

Several heralds carried military flags behind their backs and galloped across the battlefield, loudly announcing Su Ya's new orders.

The ogres got up excitedly and stepped in pursuit, only to find that there were already companions chasing after the orcs' butts, and they were almost out of the end of their vision.

There is no shortage of smart people in any race. These ogres don't like the bonuses, they want to be in the Praetorian Guard. The opportunity to serve Downton in close proximity, as long as it is promoted, money is not a problem at all.

On the entire battlefield, the sound of miserable howls and fighting was dense and murderous.

On the flagship, the officers were a little shocked, it was really the fighting style of these ogres that was too terrifying, covered in blood, with dead heads hanging around their waists, and swaying left and right when they ran, making their already ugly faces even more hideous.

"They're eating people?"

Elaine's face turned pale, and she pulled Downton's sleeve, and some ogres rose to kill, picking up a piece of internal organs directly from the corpse and stuffing it into her mouth.

"The Disciplinary Officer will take care of it!"

Downton frowned, his army, explicitly forbidden cannibalism.

"What is it to be able to win a battle, eat a person?"

Nicole didn't want to lose her momentum, so she pretended to be calm, and Downton glanced at it, and couldn't help but want to laugh, because the queen's throat was surging, and it was obvious that she had the urge to vomit.

"Let's go, go say hello to the commander!"

Downton ordered, this time, that the Banshee of Death did not ask Nicole again, but that it would be carried out directly.

Rout on all fronts.

"Commander, it's all over!"

The guards followed the commander, their faces were ashen, and they tried to gather the remnants, but the natives' offensive was too ferocious to gather.

The commander didn't speak, looked at the sky, and wanted to scold his mother angrily, he planned to leave on a battleship, but who knew that those guys ran faster than themselves.

"As long as I go back, I will definitely peel off the captain's skin!"

The commander is also a good mouthful, and he can be the captain of a battleship, and his background and power are much higher than that of him, the army commander.

The bear man prince trembled, almost turned his back on his breath, he was only shocked by Downton's force, and did not surrender, seeing the troll natives and bear hunters hedge, he clenched his fists, and cheered for his people in the bottom of his heart, but who knew that one face, they would be wiped out.

"I must be dazzled!"

The prince was unwilling to believe this qiē, it was a violent bear warrior, and the result was that the death was worthless than maggots.

"Wolf King!"

Megan let out a low cry of hope that Garnett would stop Downton from slaughtering the orcs.

The Wolf King shook his head, he knew Downton's character, as long as he opened his mouth, people would definitely give him face, but what about after that? he didn't want to spend his 'friendship' on a group of routs.

For those in high power, the soldier is just a number, and they value profit more.

In the bridge, the faces of the orcs are not good-looking, and fortunately there are no of their tribesmen below, otherwise it will be even more embarrassing.

"Let's go hunting!"

Hu Tao cheered and trotted onto the deck.

"Would you be interested in meeting the guests with me?"

Downton invited.

"Commander, be careful!"

The guards shouted.

A red and blue ball of fire fell from the sky like a meteor, dragging out a gorgeous tail flame.

Rumble!

The fire ball smashed to the ground, the shock wave overflowed, hanging up the dirt around half a meter deep, and before the guards could recover from their vertigo, a little Lori rushed out of the fire ball, her war hammer swung out, and a huge magical war hammer shot out wildly.

Stormhammer!

Boom! Boom!

The guards gathered in front of the commander were directly bombarded and killed, shattered into a puddle of rotten flesh and thrown away.

Without commanding, the guards took out gem bombs and magic scrolls, and after activating them, they gathered fire walnuts, and all kinds of talents and demon servants were also thrown out.

Rumble!

A Titan rose from behind Hu Tao and blocked the attacks. Little Lori carried it hard and forcibly charged.

One person has the momentum of thousands of troops.

Swish!

The blue glow lingers. The mechanical tyrant appeared, his fist swinging wildly, knocking off the servants who rushed up.

"Get out of here!"

A mammoth giant elephant lifted its thick legs like a stone pier and tried to trample the walnut to death, but the little Lori swung out a hammer in her hand, and the giant elephant flew away like a broken kite.

"Take her!"

The commander was stunned for a moment, and then gave the order with a roar. According to the intelligence, Downton is a lolita and likes that little walnut very much. As long as she is caught, she can be blackmailed with a lot of benefits.

Yes!

Hu Tao's fingers tugged at the lower eyelid of his left eye, sticking out his little tongue, and grimacing at the orcs. Rough nerves of her. I don't know how terrible the battlefield is.

"Who dares to hurt the little princess?

Capello and his entourage have just returned to obedience, and this kind of sycophancy will naturally not let go of this opportunity, so they can't wait to join the battlefield one by one.

"Dragonman?"

Looking at these winged dragonmen, the commander was dumbfounded, could it be that even the dragons favored Downton? Then I am afraid that this war of aggression will not have any good results.

"Don't rob me, the commander is mine!"

"Catch it alive!"

"Get out of the way, it's mine!"

The dragons are arguing.

"Damn, I'm the Generalissimo Pinnacle. If you want to die, come here!"

The commander's lungs are going to explode, even if you are dragons. Can't look down on the half-step legend, he roared confidently, thinking that it would scare them off, but these guys continued to impulse.

"Get out of the way, this is my gift to my big brother!"

Hu Tao has done a lot of wrong things, so she wants to make up for it.

There was no suspense, and in less than two minutes, the commander was subdued, and his whole head was pressed into the dirt.

Downton clasped his hands to his chest and slowly descended from the sky.

"Downton!"

The commander shouted and cursed, his eyes full of anger and murderous intent.

"Tell me about your attack plan, the follow-up troops, and the guys in the main battle!"

Downton Command.

"Phew, don't think about it!"

The commander spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

Downton flicked his fingers, and a red aura blessed the commander, and he immediately foamed at the mouth and began to convulse.

This is the aura of blood, which can constantly boil and cool blood, making people suffer great pain, and is known as one of the most inhumane criminal laws.

"I ...... I don't...... Speak ......"

The commander couldn't say any more, because his tongue was unconsciously bitten off.

"Downton, why do you ask so much? How many enemies come, how many kills?"

Nicole flew down on a lord-level frost dragon, and behind her was a group of deathriders on bipedal wyverns.

Swish!

A flash of silver light slashed off the commander's head.

"Downton, you won't blame me for being overstepping, will you?"

The Wolf King teased.

"No!"

Downton understood that Garnett didn't want the news of the Orc Commander's capture to come back, as that would be the biggest blow to morale and glory.

The best fate for a general is to die on the battlefield.

"Great Chief!"

When the natives who were chasing and killing saw Downton, they immediately knelt down, their faces were full of fanaticism, and for a while, as this call spread far away, the area around the red shore line was full of soldiers.

These unruly and murderous natives are as humble as family dogs in front of Downton!

"Continue the pursuit, and I will hold a banquet in the evening to celebrate your achievements!"

Downton's praise with a smile on his face.

"For the glory of the Great Chief!"

After the natives finished shouting, they became even more excited, got up one by one, and pursued the rout even harder.

Dusk ends, the red sunset turns into night, and the stars are bright and dappled.

Inside the camp, the campfire crackled and burned.

The situation was urgent, and after Downton heard Suya's report, he immediately set off for the small town of Saraje to meet the army of Saint-Gerland.

Southern Front Battlefield, Camp of the Seventh Army.

After the staff officer made the report, he walked into the big tent and saw that Commander von Bock was studying the map, so he bowed down and stood beside him.

"The night raid failed?"

Von Bock pinched his eyebrows and sat down, in fact, he had already memorized this map, but his character was very cautious, and he was always deducing the battle situation.

"Yes, those barbarians are very powerful, they are not afraid of death, and their combat effectiveness is comparable to our Hellbird Corps!"

The staff officer presented the report and then dictated the course of the operation.

"Keep up the night attack!"

For tomorrow's general offensive, von Bock was to keep the enemy exhausted all night.

The Seventh Legion was the trump card of Saint-Gerdland's Northern Army, numbering a million and equipped with the most advanced equipment, supported by an air fleet of twelve ships.

If it weren't for the fact that the rest of the legion had only arrived yesterday and the enemy had an air force, he would have launched an attack immediately, and there would have been only twenty-six commanders in the entire empire, all of whom had been promoted by military merit, and any one of them would have been able to easily defeat Frankfurt.

"Great Commander, urgent report!"

A herald gasped and rushed into the tent to present a secret report.

"Haha, Downton is back!"

After von Bock finished speaking, he glanced at the officers.

"Great, we can take out Downton now. ”

"What the first general star, this time let him become a death star!"

"Grand Commander, our department is willing to be the vanguard!"

The officers excitedly asked for battle, and they all felt that this was a great opportunity to brush up on their exploits, and if they defeated Downton, they could become famous in one battle.

When dawn came, and the trumpets sounded, the two legions began to line up on the border line, because the terrain was flat, and at a glance, it was full of banners, like soldiers in the forest.

Knock! Knock!

In the sound of war drums, the first to come out of the camp were the hoplites, their footsteps were uniform, completely stepping on the drums, and also making the hellbird battle flags fluttering in the air add a killing atmosphere.

On the entire battlefield, all the noise was suppressed, and the Frankfurt army looked at the horizontal and vertical phalanxes in silence, no matter what direction they looked at, they were all straight lines, and this kind of prosperous military appearance would naturally bring a huge sense of oppression.

Bang!

When the heavy steps reached their positions, they plunged their tower shields into the dirt, pointed their spears forward, and then began to march out of the camp in formation, and at the same time, the two sides of the camp opened, and the light cavalry regiments dressed in blue armor and embroidered with the cloak of the flaming hellbirds rushed out, and the sound of hooves was like thunder, like the rushing tide after the gate was opened.

When tens of thousands of light cavalry left the camp, the heavy cavalry appeared, and an appearance became the focus of the battlefield.

Clad in heavy armor nearly a thousand pounds high, these heavy horsemen looked like moving fortresses capable of crushing any front.

"It's Hellbird Heavy Rider!"

Even the soldiers of St. Gertland were amazed at the sight of the heavy horses, and then burst with self-confidence, these heavy horses did not match the legs of the horses with armor for the convenience of running, because they could see the hooves burning with red flames, and after walking on the dirt, they would leave a charred hoof print.

This is a unique characteristic of the Abyssal Hell War Horses, and they are the only ones who can hold up more than a thousand pounds and run like a fly.

This kind of war horse is bred by Saint-Geneland, even so, the cost of each horse is as high as hundreds of thousands of gold coins, if it is sold, don't think about it without a million gold coins, so these 30,000 heavy horses are completely a direct embodiment of Saint-Childland's comprehensive national strength.

The shock was not over, in the sky, the battleship appeared, and in the roar of the salute, the battle flag of Saint-Gertland was hung high, under the reflection of the rising sun in the east, exuding the supreme majesty of the great empire.

"Saint-Gerland!"

"The Seventh Legion wins!"

"Hellbird wins!"

The soldiers began to chant and their morale was high.

"We can't continue like this, morale will fall!"

The black hand glanced at the foreign orc corps, those guys were already in a cold sweat, and they didn't run away, it was entirely because the overseers were holding steel knives and standing behind. (To be continued......)