The attack of the Slingers was undoubtedly tragic and tragic.

Their bravery cannot even be described in any human language.

On the vast battlefield, almost every inch of land was stained with the blood of these savage and brave men.

Their corpses were piled on top of each other, almost making a ramp out of them. It was as if they were going to turn into a swarm of locusts and swallow everything.

Unfortunately, that's just their imagination.

When the corpses of the Slingers were half as high as the tortoiseshell chariot, a sudden salvo of three arrows and a volley of mortars swept away most of the barbarians in front of the tortoiseshell chariot, and then all the chariots moved in the sound of the trumpet.

That's the largest arc that can only be made after a long period of training, a small 180-degree U-turn. The track on one side is locked, and only the drive of the track on the other side is unified, making the entire tortoiseshell chariot team appear orderly.

The side of the tortoiseshell chariot, which had a lot of damage, was moved to the back. The Bakaria infantry, which had retreated for a time, stepped up again to fill the gap between the chariots. Although the entire defense line has moved back more than ten meters, what is displayed in front of the barbarians is a complete new defense line.

This scene made the Slingers desperate.

They paid more than 4,000 lives, and they didn't even break the opponent's defense. As you can imagine, the pikemen hiding in the tortoiseshell chariot and the sword and shield soldiers who relied on the chariot for defense were insignificant.

A Slinger banner fell.

Martin didn't recognize it, and Garr next to him narrowed his eyes, watching with some confusion as the Slingers suddenly became confused.

Ulani and Bartoli in the main formation on the opposite side changed their faces.

The black bone axe cleaved a thorn, and it was the banner of the Blood Raven Clan's 'Slashing Thorn' Thousand People.

Overcoming thorns and thorns, opening roads in the mountains, and building bridges in the water - this is the pioneer!

The invincible vanguard of the Blood Raven Clan is Duff's team.

It has participated in no less than ten wars against the Northern Slinger clans. It was on the ice and snow battlefield of the Northlands, and they were not afraid of the Half-Chaos Legion whose bodies had been demonized in the slightest.

Let the same number of Vargas berserkers break their halberds.

It is no exaggeration to say that they are the real backbone of the Blood Raven Clan, apart from the chief Ulani.

Now, the backbone is broken, and the legion is nearly completely wiped out.

Just when the tortoiseshell chariot turned around, Duff led dozens of the most elite warriors to break into the gap of the tortoiseshell chariot group desperately.

He was right, if he could disrupt the arrangement of a few tortoiseshell chariots, maybe Ulani would lead the whole clan to press on and make a last-ditch effort.

It's a pity that all his struggles and efforts came to an end in front of a swordsman with white hair like snow and too beautiful not to look like a man.

A simple sword, so fast that the moment Duff fell, his guards still did not believe that their leader had been killed.

When Tieno stabbed a dozen of Duff's guards to death in one go, cut off Duff's head, jumped onto the chariot and raised his head high, the morale of the Slingers collapsed.

The Thousand Slashers cried and shouted, and began to retreat from the front.

Ulani in the back turned pale, and she understood that this thousand-man team with a glorious history had disappeared.

Its prestige, its glory, its legacy, have all died out in the wasteland.

"Honk and retreat, Bartoli, excuse me. ”

Today's war is the last death throes of the Slingers.

Interestingly, the four commanders happened to kill Tieno, Kuden, Trist and Sock, and achieved their prestige.

In the Great Tent, Martin unexpectedly waited for the messenger of the Slingers, Bartoli, the commander of the thousands.

"What? You say your Grand Chief Ulani* Blood Raven is challenging our Grand Duke, or else you will die to the death? Hahaha! Joke! Why should a female barbarian challenge our Duke!"

The eyebrows were coldly raised, and it turned out to be this guy Soke, who had completely taken on the role of a vassal of the Lorraine family.

Tie Nuo stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "That woman is qualified to challenge me at most. Your second warrior died at my hands, and I don't mind even cutting off the head of the first warrior. ”

Old Kuden was also arrogant, and sneered directly: "Dying? No one is too frightening. ”

At this time, it was the infantry who were taking meritorious deeds, and the cavalrymen who had always been superior to others were in a panic, and they had been waiting for the order for a long time, ready to step on the enemy camp.

The translation was not yet complete, but Bartoli knew from the tone and expression of the other party's arrogant soldiers that it would not be a good word. The translator was a slave she had brought in, and even though the woman had tried to pick the words as best she could, Bartoli felt pain, heartbreak, and despair.

That's right, they're the Southern Slingers.

Bartoli kept a calm face, didn't say a word, turned around and left.

Just when she thought she was going to fight for the end, Martin's voice suddenly drifted into her ears, and it was in Slinger.

"Tell Ulani* Blood Raven that for her sake of sparing those poor women, I will fight her. Three days later, let her prove to me in her own strength that she and her ridiculous clan still have the right to live. Of course, the price of saving the lives of her people is that you Slingers renounce your faith and language in favor of our gods and accept our civilization. ”

After Martin finished speaking, he spoke to his subordinates again in the lingua franca, and the audience was in an uproar.

"Young master, there is no need to do this. ”

"She doesn't have that qualification!"

"Barbarians or something, didn't they do enough evil deeds back then? We should give an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!"

However, as soon as Martin raised his hand, the audience fell silent.

Martin smiled and looked at Bennett, the head of the Knights of the Burning Sun, "I think Mermitia would be interested in adding some followers who have converted from barbarians. ”

Bennett hadn't woken up from his stunned moment, but he immediately smiled: "My lord is the goddess of war and civilization. For the ability to educate such a number of barbarians to join the arms of civilization. My lord will be pleased. ”

Melmitia advocates war against chaos and barbarism, and in terms of doctrine, there is a distinction between the two. Basically, those who believe in chaos deserve to die, but barbarians who convert to order and are willing to throw themselves into the arms of modern civilization can be spared death.

When it comes to the issue of gods and beliefs, everyone is shut. Originally, everyone thought that Martin should not have acted personally, but Martin finally decided the matter on the grounds that the other party was also the great chief who once commanded 50,000 soldiers.

"Can't I, Martin Lorraine, beat a female barbarian?" Martin said.