"Wait, Great Chief, what are you going to do?" several commanders below clamoured.

Ulani's eyes flashed back, and her fierce gaze swept across the audience, and everyone immediately bowed their heads: "What are you doing?"

There was a muscular male centurion with the most muscles and muscles that struggled to raise his head: "Don't dare, but ...... I boldly asked, did the Great Chief imagine that those traitors wanted us to ...... Fall...... Right?"

On the throne of the Great Chief, Ulani cocked her legs with a big grin, leaned to the left, supported her chin with her left hand, and turned a bone dagger with dexterity in her right hand as if she were turning a pen.

Her thoughts seemed to have flown out of the sky, and it took a long time for her to drop, "Duff, what do you want?"

The burly man suddenly raised his head and spit out a word full of murderous intent: "Fight!"

She pondered for three seconds, and finally smiled, a smile with a rather complicated meaning: "No Slinger wants to be a slave! As long as you lead people to break through the opponent's car formation, I will lead the whole army to press and destroy the main force of Bakaria in one fell swoop!"

"Thank you for the support of the Great Chief!" said four commanders, led by Duff, and a total of four thousand commanders bowed heavily to Ulani.

"Go down and prepare. ”

"Yes!"

When the left and right dispersed, and only Bartoli was left in the chieftain's tent, the female commander finally couldn't help it: "Sister, Duff will definitely die." ”

Still playing with the dagger, Ullani made the dagger made of fangs drew white circles between her fingers: "I will too, and so will you." It's just a matter of time. We have less than a 1 percent chance of surviving this time. Again, it was based on Martin Lorraine's agreement to fight me. Those who have fought with them know that his main force is not a waste like Salck Firas. ”

Ullani sighed deeply, "If I can catch Martin Lorraine in a duel, I may be able to use him as a bargaining chip to force the Baccarians to accept our surrender." ”

"Can it only be a prerequisite for surrender? If you capture that Martin, you can't blackmail the Baccarians into letting us all go?" asked Bartoli reluctantly.

Ulani smiled wryly and shook her head: "Martin Lorraine is just a duke. He is not a king. And the scouts have confirmed that there is a knight order directly under the royal family on the opposite side. The knights and nobles of Bakaria are two different things. The nobles may surrender, but the knights will not. The Bakarians have wanted the wasteland for thousands of years, how can they spare us because of the life of a duke?"

Bartoli pursed her lips, her body trembling involuntarily: "Will my younger siblings, my mother, and my friends all die?"

"I don't know, maybe Martin will allow some of them to surrender. But in the millennia of history, there has never been a precedent for the Bakaria and Rick to be subjugated on a large scale by the Slingers. ”

Just as despair and pain gripped the hearts of the Slingers, the intense preparations began.

On the side of the Martin camp, the movement of the Slingers is also in their eyes.

Everybody geared up, because it meant military merit.

Even Wayne and Sock were transferred by Martin's order. These two counts from the Musaron family had an irrepressible excitement.

They knew they had passed, and the only thing that was brushed off was Salk Filas's soft egg. With victory in sight and a desire for fame, they have already unconsciously recognized Martin's domination over them.

Martin was very kind and didn't deliberately press them and let their people play soy sauce. They were on the left flank with the Mermaid Knights of Old Kuden. On the right flank is Trist's Golden Eagle. And the Knights of St. Martin are naturally in the center.

Very securely arranged.

The battle began at 2 p.m.

Battles in the era of cold weapons were most commonly fought in the morning, because it was not uncommon for each other to fight all day, given that each side had sufficient troops.

Unless one side is very sure of the start of the battle in the afternoon, dragging into a night battle can easily lead to ineffective command on both sides, and even become a drama of their own people cutting their own people.

In contrast, the Slingers may prefer to fight at night.

It's a pity that after Martin set a super fire, no one dared to mention the night battle.

The name of the Flame Bringer was not blown out.

When a war of more than 10,000 people is really fought, only with an endless view can we describe such a shocking scenery.

That long, jagged front, so long that you can barely see the edges, its east and west sides, you need to twist your neck to see the end.

Martin was in the center of his own line.

Using the pre-made components, the craftsman quickly set up a four-story command platform on a high slope about 200 meters behind the front line. Martin could look beyond the tortoiseshell chariot in front of him for an unobstructed view of the battlefield.

If the other side also has something like a trebuchet, Martin is a live target to do so.

It's a pity that the Slingers didn't.

Reflected in Martin's eyes, two armies were fighting to the death on this land.

Most of the shouts seemed to be cut off from the artificial barrier of the tortoiseshell chariot.

Only within fifty meters of the chariot defense line can you feel the earth-shattering sound like an incessant tide, sweeping wave after wave, washing everyone's auditory nerves.

Except for Sylvie, who remained in the rear of the Twin Cities, all of Martin's famous captains were in their own legions.

Beside Martin, there is only one Garr standing with a gun, and the goblin assassin Perry hiding in a box under the podium.

Martin touched his chin, "Garr, do you say this is the last madness of the Slingers?"

"Young master, I don't understand military affairs. Gal smiled and wiped his nose with his left index finger: "I don't know so much, I just know that you will definitely win, young master." ”

Martin was embarrassed, even he didn't believe in himself 100%, where did Gal come from.

He sighed.

This is the bondage of birth. Big characters don't know two, peasant-born boys, where do they get the wisdom to command the big army to fight and play tactics.

Perhaps for the young people of the Celestial Empire who grew up watching the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and were immersed in various strategy games, it is simply trivial to play a tactical strategy.

For the illiterate, these things are like heaven.

It's no wonder that the guys from the Academy of Internal Affairs can fool those knights casually.

Having said that, Martin always felt that the female chief opposite seemed to be cooperating with him in disguise?