From the time the rabble was urgently assembled until now, Roy had actually been thinking about the question that made him feel ominous.

If it were to be said, I am afraid that no one would dare to believe that this kid was fighting and absentmindedly thinking about a question that should never be a small rabble soldier should think about.

Those who know will laugh, will use many ways to make him sober, will grab him by the collar and spray spit in his face, tell him that war is not child's play, and that the slightest negligence will cost him his life

Roy wasn't stupid, he knew these things better than anyone else.

A year ago, Bollabel had already taught him a life lesson far more profound than the experience of all the mercenaries present.

But because of this, he was so desperate to know what was going on with this qiē. I want to see the hearts and eyes of those hidden behind the night.

Why put the rabble in positions where the main forces should have been?

Why have the Bavarian Knights on both wings remained immobile until now?

Also, where are the other troops now, where are they going, and is this sudden battle really a surprise attack by the Ferry Strikers on the initiative of the Lulian Legion?

All kinds of questions are intertwined in my mind, like different ingredients and spices being thrown into a pot full of water. Until his gaze fell on the slender figure under the handsome banner, an inference was like boiling soup boiling, fusing a qiē together.

"The only purpose of war is to win. ”

When I was a child, the centurion who had collected a lot of William's tuition was in his backyard and said to Roy a nonsense that contained decades of experience and understanding in the life of a soldier who was rolling at the bottom.

"Just like playing cards, you can't always be bigger than everyone else. Sometimes, you have to play some cards for the opponent to eat in order for you to win. ”

The centurion pointed to his nose in the broken sunlight that pierced through the shade of the trees, "I am a card, which has been drawn out and played out by others, and has been played over and over again for the rest of my life." If you're going to join the army in the future, you're also a card. ”

"I don't want to be a card. The brunette boy muttered.

"In the army, everybody is a card. The centurion laughed: "There are small cards, and there are big cards." Don't think you're the only one. Those nobles and knights are also cards. ”

"I hate being manipulated. Roy went from muttering to complaining.

"I hate it too," laughed the centurion, winking at him, "and while I can't teach you how to not be a card, I can tell you how to avoid being beaten out and sacrificed." ”

Roy became interested: "What to do?"

"Sue sù card player, you are important. "Let the centurion see how you can help him win." ”

"What kind of bullshit is that. "Roy is blunt. Although he was not yet ten years old at the time, he still understood what happened when a small soldier ran to the commander and said something like "Lao Tzu is very important".

The centurion knocked hard on the boy's head: "Fool, there are many ways to make yourself important, create a zào fighter, show your strength, or"

"Or what?" the boy watched as the centurion pulled out a deck of cards, combining the smallest cards that he would not normally want to get every time he played.

In his small courtyard, the centurion drank tea leisurely, and at the same time used the time he had exchanged for the rest of his life to teach the little boy the survival philosophy of a veteran.

"Together, you become important. ”

He pressed a big card composed of small cards on Lao Wang, and he was crushed to death. Finally, he took a hard sip of the tea powder, "Remember, war is not a one-man game. ”

A qiē from years ago, like a clear picture replaying in his mind, Roy still remembers the centurion's rough fingers holding cards, the weathered face, the thin crow's feet, and his still bright eyes.

Thinking back to the anomaly that the Fifth Legion had not yet arrived in Medin City, Roy understood that he was now a card. Everyone in the rabble is also a card. In order to keep the main force of the Lulian legion, in order to prevent the Fireans from sweeping the whole of Lulian, in order to achieve the final victory, they were beaten out.

The card player is on the hillside.

If the advance of the Philes could not be defeated, then the rabble would have to be sacrificed. The Bavarian Knights will not be dispatched, at least not until they see any hope of victory. ..., life or death, victory or defeat, you can only control your destiny by yourself.

From the moment he got this answer, Roy frantically unleashed his senses while opening the Eye of the Dead to observe the entire battlefield.

While this doesn't give him control over a qiē, he has a much clearer understanding of the battle than anyone else in the Chaos Warband. Because of this, when Lao Xiong ordered a breakthrough to the northeast, he immediately objected.

He knew that it was already the territory of the Firetes. Moreover, there are quite a few cavalry on the periphery that are detouring in that direction. As soon as you pass by, you will bump into it head-on.

That's a dead end

With Roy's roar, everyone stared at him wide-eyed, unable to believe their ears. A moment later, the entire team exploded and yelled.

"Presumptuous"

"He's **, is this kid crazy, who does he think he is?"

"Too"

Although there is no distinction between high and low, mercenaries have a deep-rooted concept of hierarchy, and they pay the most attention to distinguishing between the superior and the inferior by strength and seniority.

Only the strongest or the leader elected by everyone can have the right to decide in the team, this is the iron law of mercenaries. It is also the basis for these men who have been walking in danger all year round to ensure that they can complete their tasks smoothly and not because of a rookie's mistake.

No one dared to challenge this rule.

In an ordinary mercenary squad, it is already an unforgivable mistake to refute the leader's decision in such a tone, let alone in a rabble army with stricter rules than ordinary squads, in this existential battlefield

Amidst the shouts and curses, a Caucasian mercenary who had just retreated into formation rushed forward, his strong chest almost touching Roy's nose. He lowered his head and rebuked condescendingly: "Idiot, shut up and scream again, Lao Tzu will shave you with big ears"

"Little rookie," the knife said sharply, "Do you still know a little bit of the rules"

"Dangdangdang" Greyhound blocked the attack of a Fei martyr, and slashed his backhand along the opponent's shoulder and into the chest. roared: "Use your brain before speaking next time, if you want to be a flag commander, you will have to wait a few years"

The prawn on the side stretched out his bow and arrows, swished out two arrows, turned his head and glanced at Roy, snorted coldly, and spat on the ground.

"Enough. Let's go" Old Bear glanced at Roy, did not speak, and prepared to open the way.

Roy's blatant violation of the mercenary rules disgusted him very much. Breaking through to the Northeast is a judgment he made based on his decades of life experience. The responsibility on his shoulders is the life of more than a dozen men. It's not a vegetable market product, you can casually say yes or no.

Roy is too frivolous and ignorant of the rules. Let him be taught a lesson.

Although the big guy's attack on the little guy seemed to be a little fierce, who among the mercenaries present did not come from a young and ignorant time, and who had not been taught a lesson by the old mercenaries? If it was in another team, I'm afraid that someone would have smoked it with a big ear scraper at that time.

Under the command of Lao Xiong, the team quickly formed a concave semi-circle formation.

The strongest, Old Bear and Little Watermelon, are responsible for opening the way and taking on most of the attacks in the crescent-like sharp corners at both ends of the formation. Knives, greyhounds, red wine and prawns are divided on the left and right. The part that is recessed in the middle, because it is the strongest defense and attack power of this formation, is reserved for the mercenaries with poor strength.

In this way, the partners of Little Watermelon and Roy are also separated.

"Man, I" Little Watermelon sighed, glanced at Roy helplessly, patted him on the shoulder, and was about to go over, but was grabbed by Roy's backhand.

"Do you believe me?" Roy said seriously.

The little watermelon was stunned and nodded.

Although he hasn't been with Roy for a long time, he doesn't know why, but he just has a sense of trust in this honest peer.

Especially during this period of time fighting side by side, only he understood that with Roy's cooperation, his strength was at least 200 percent. It sounds unbelievable, but it's true.

You may not have noticed that the same four-star armed knight has killed far more enemies than the experienced old bear. It would be too mentally retarded to explain this qiē with luck

There's only one reason, and that's Roy

After getting the little watermelon's reply, Roy raised his head, and his eyes did not flinch to meet the knife and the prawn and others who turned their heads when they heard the sound, and said to the little watermelon word by word: "Then don't go to that dead end"..., this time, Roy angered everyone.

No one expected this guy to be so stubborn and uninteresting. The mercenaries turned pale and cursed. If it weren't for the unwillingness to fight in front of the enemy, he would have slaughtered this kid's heart with a knife.

"You" The nearest prawn pointed at Roy angrily, but as soon as his words came out, he was interrupted by Roy: "According to the rules of mercenaries, am I better than you, so you should listen to me?"

The words of the prawns are blocked in the throat. He looked at Roy like a madman, and only sneered contemptuously for a long time: "Don't think that you can see no one because you follow the little watermelon and kill a few people, it's the little watermelon that is powerful, your two brushes are not enough in our eyes." ”

"Really?". Roy hooked his backhand, and there was already a knight's bow in his hand.

Space Ring

The mercenaries' eyes immediately straightened.

Roy knew that now was not the time to be polite, and the only way to make these mercenaries believe in him was to speak with strength

"Look clearly. Roy said.

In the midst of everyone's wide-open eyes and sharply constricted pupils, he stretched out his left hand and moved his right hand sharply, drawing an oval-shaped phantom on the bowstring. The white feather arrows were grabbed from the void by him like magic, and the bowstrings that vibrated rapidly turned into lightning bolts, shooting towards the Fei martyrs outside the team.

Whoosh whoosh

Six feathered arrows lined up in a line, passing through the gap between the Caucasian and the prawn who had almost beaten Roy. The howl of the arrows slashed at their faces like knives, causing their bodies to stiffen in shock.

The heads of the two suddenly twisted in the direction of the arrow.

Poof, the first white feather arrow went straight into the neck of a Fei martyr. At the same time, two other arrows flew past the soldier and pierced the throats of the other two Fijian soldiers behind him.

Immediately, the fourth, fifth, and sixth arrows followed. Passing past the three soldiers who fell to the ground almost at the same time, they appeared in front of the Fei martyrs behind them.

Puff puff

Three bright red blood flowers suddenly bloomed in the crowd, and the enemies around the original squad were densely packed with empty areas in an instant.

Everyone was stunned.

The little watermelon opened its mouth stupidly.

Old Bear, Knife, and Red Wine looked at Roy in disbelief.

The Caucasian looked at the six fallen Fijian soldiers. The pain in his face as he was swept by the sharp arrows and the creep of crawling up his back were a grim reminder that if the arrows were aimed at him, he couldn't dodge them.

And the face of the prawns is on fire.

As the only shooter in the team, he knew that Roy's "six arrows in a row" was also known as "Meteor Chase" because of its homonym.

Meteor Chase is a recognized demarcation mark for connoisseurs of bow play and ordinary marksmen. The requirement of the technique is to shoot at one time, and six arrows in a row. Before the first arrow can be fired at a distance of ten meters, the sixth arrow must be off the string. At this stage, each arrow is connected to the previous arrow in a line.

Ten meters later, the six arrows will rush to different targets with the subtle angle changes of their tail feathers and the different rotation forces, and hit accurately in less than half a second apart.

For the average shooter, this is simply unattainable. Even if some people can barely shoot six arrows with their fast hands, they will not be able to achieve the speed, power, and precision required for a true meteor chase.

Being able to use this hand proves that Roy's archery skills are far above him

"Can you listen to me?".

Roy's six arrows were not intended to show off, but the fastest and most direct way he could think of at the moment to gain the right to speak.

After shocking everyone, he immediately stuffed the bow into the spatial ring with his backhand, and turned his head to look east. Perception, the enemy's cavalry is getting closer. I'm afraid it's too late to delay any longer.

"It's amazing to be able to shoot arrows," a mercenary's strong argument was stopped by Lao Xiong waving his hand.

"Give me a reason," the old bear asked in a deep voice.

"The cavalry of the Phreelites was dispatched, and the east side was full of Phreelites. Roy pointed to the east with his hand, then to the northwest, "We have to go northwest to join the others." ”

Cavalry sorties

This news immediately caused an uproar for the entire team. Everyone understands that when the cavalry is dispatched, it basically means that the rabble has been defeated in this battle. ..., "Impossible" shouted a panting mercenary with a wounded left arm: "If the opposing cavalry is dispatched, why is the Bavarian Knights still not moving." ”

"I'm coming, I'm coming" Sensing that the battle situation was deteriorating dramatically, Roy had no time to explain his speculation to everyone.

As he spoke, the surrounding Fei martyrs attacked again, and everyone in the team tried their best to resist, only to feel that the pressure on their bodies was far greater than before.

The Caucasian mercenary slashed back the enemy with a sword, and when he turned into formation, he suddenly leaned down quickly and listened to the ground.

When he stood up again, the stout man's face had changed.

"Horseshoe, East, South"

As soon as everyone felt a pang in their hearts, they saw Roy rise into the air without saying a word, and swooped down like a falcon to the west, shouting, "Little watermelon, follow me"

"It's coming" Little Watermelon swung his sword and cut down the enemy in front of him, looked back at the hesitant old bear, gritted his teeth, and rushed after Roy.

In front of him, Roy had already pounced into the crowd of Fei martyrs, with an axe on the left and an axe on the right, and at the same time he had already slashed two people in a row, his body twisted in a strange posture to avoid the attack of a Fei martyr, and he had three axes to cut down three Fei martyrs. Stride forward.

This time, Roy, who is desperate, has a completely different way of fighting than before. Every move and style used is a powerful killing move tempered in thousands of demons.

The surrounding Fiji martyrs poured into Roy like a tidal wave. But his footsteps did not stop for a moment. The silver axe light is like the scythe of death, and every swing is reaping life.

For a time, everyone only saw where he passed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

It seems that no matter how many enemies there are around him, he can always dodge enemy attacks at the last moment, and use his axe to cut a bloody path.

The mercenaries' hearts are beating wildly.

Especially the knife that gave Roy the nickname "little rookie", if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't spare his hands in the fight against the enemy, he would have wanted to slap himself.

"Is this a rookie?"

When Roy pounced on the crowd, Old Bear didn't hesitate any longer.

"Keep up with him," said the old bear.

He served in the frontier army for half his life, slain the cavalry of the Frey, rushed through the phalanx of the Pompeians, and slaughtered countless bandits and fallen knights. But for all these years, neither among his comrades nor among the enemies on the other side, he had not seen Roy.

Compared with Roy, the few ruthless people in the army who were regarded as killing gods by him and his companions back then were simply new recruits who had just joined the army.

Roy, who was in the crowd of "killing", made a mistake at his feet, avoided three swords that stabbed in front of him at the same time, and cut off the arm of a Fei martyr soldier with an axe, and then as if he had eyes on the back of his head, he didn't look at it, and with a move back, the axe turned into a ball of silver light and slashed at the chest of a Fei martyr.

As the blood splattered, Roy leapt into the air, dodging the stab of a spear and the slash of a sword, rolling in the air and stomping on the shield of a martyr soldier behind him.

This kick not only smashed the shield and the soldier's hand bones, but also the soldier's breastplate. Kick him straight out a few meters. As soon as he landed, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

With the power of this kick, Roy's body shot out, picked up the axe in his hand, and slashed out thirteen axes in front of him in an instant with a fierce "pioneer" in the Thor axe method.

This is one of the most powerful moves in Thor's axe method.

Under the urging of the Dao in his body, the silver axe slashed out phantoms in the air, and the air seemed to be torn apart by the thirteen swift axes.

The first Fijian martyr soldier who stood in the way of the front was torn in half when his body was touched by the axe. Roy's figure swept through the blood rain, shattering the sword light twisted on both sides, and kept flying forward, like a bamboo.

"Boom"

When the last of the Fei martyrs was slashed with an axe and flew out, Roy's electric figure suddenly stopped and stood like a mountain.

In front of him, Ugo, with a blue nose and swollen face, and seven or eight rabble soldiers who were struggling to support themselves were looking at him stupidly.

And behind him, there was a bloody road thirty meters long

"Darny's cavalry is on sortie. Fano stared into the distance and said in a low voice, "We should retreat." No one spoke, and no one moved.

Everyone stared down the hill and was silent for a long time.

At this moment, the casualty rate of the rabble has exceeded the bottom line of collapse of 30 percent. The reason why it has not collapsed is that this force, which is mostly composed of mercenaries, is far more effective than ordinary soldiers, and because they are surrounded by the enemy, there is no way to retreat.

The entire rabble army was divided into dozens of large and small war groups.

There were two or three hundred people in the majority, and only a few in the few.

And around them, the Fei martyrs were constantly changing their formations with the movement of their commanders, taking turns to attack, consuming their bodies.

Even if the opposing cavalry did not move, the rabble would not be able to hold out for half a prayer hour.

And once the cavalry swept over these small warbands in a straight line and at high speed along the passage opened by the infantry, the entire rabble army would be completely annihilated in a very short time.

Now Darny's cavalry had approached the warband.

They were divided into three groups. One part approaches from the center, and the other two parts divide into the left and rear, and detour from the east and west to the center.

This is a typical carnage line of attack.

"Daddy, it's time for you to go. Seeing that Archduke Adolf was still as still as a sculpture, Sophia stepped forward and said calmly.

"Rest assured. The Grand Duke of Adolf did not reply, and his tone was sarcastic: "They can't catch up with you, and they can't catch up with me." ”

"You should obey orders," Sophia's face shrouded in a helmet, a pair of deep and charming eyes flashed a hint of complicated emotion in the Y-shaped slit, "I am the commander of this battle." ”

"You" Grand Duke Adolf turned around, and after a long time, his angry gaze softened, and he said gloomily: "There is no other way?"

Sophia stared down the hill, slowly, but resolutely shaking her head.

"Let me wait a little longer. Archduke Adolf's face turned pale, and he looked back at the warband, as if he wanted to engrave the qiē in front of him.

"That's what you just said. Sophia said lightly.

"See that squad over there?" Grand Duke Adolf asked.

Sophia followed his gaze and looked down.

"They killed enemies who were at least three times more numerous. "Now, they're moving closer to another warband, and that dark-haired boy is doing a good job. ”

As he spoke, he turned back to Sophia and said, "Let's make a bet, if they can join up with another warband, you will send out the knights, charge at least once, and give them a way out." ”

"Don't bet. Sophia refused, "The Bavarian Knights will not make such a senseless sacrifice." ”

Under the angry gaze of the Grand Duke, she stared at the black-haired young man wielding an axe, and then looked at the approaching Feilie cavalry formation in the distance, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said slowly for a long time: "Unless, they can change the situation, or, at least, create a chance that I want." ”

Archduke Adolf looked at his little daughter in amazement.

Although Sophia's voice was as calm and cold as usual. But he knew Sophia well, but he could clearly feel a hint of loosening in Sophia's tone.

unprecedented

It feels very tight and stiff when I write it, and I can't let it go all the time. It's all about to collapse...... ，