"It's been so many years, I didn't expect to be able to participate in such an existential battle before I die of old age. Without Sutler, there was one more Grant. Oh, the angel clan can't stay. "Hegel was taken in the dark, and he went around the city to inspect the pre-battle preparations of the Ironstone Fortress. Outside the city, a large group of demons were arrayed in a battle formation.

Battles can happen at any time, and Grant's side is almost ready, and the level of scout confrontation between the two sides in recent days has suddenly increased by several levels, and the usual skirmish of ten or twenty units has evolved into a melee of several hundred people.

Relying on the all-round advantage of the mixed arms, the small melee of the undead is not too difficult for the Iron Stone Castle to deal with, but the high-end combat power of the two sides is not at the same level, and in the face of the fallen angels, it is often the entire squad that is annihilated as a group.

"It's not a way to go on like this, they can spend it, we can't afford it. "The staff team in the command headquarters is already overwhelmed.

Two more hundred-person squads encountered fallen angels, and one of the squads also had a fire demon, and the fire demon exchanged lives with a four-winged fallen angel on the other side, but the deal was still a loss after all.

"Then play big, have a large-scale battle with the other side, and play to our strengths. Hades planted a small flag representing the "Lions" on the outside of the walls of the Ironstone Fort on the sand table.

Playing skirmishes with fallen angels is a bottomless pit, the opponent's individual combat ability is strong, fallen angels can fly, guerrilla warfare is very vigorous, and you can't catch it.

The strength of the Ironstone Fort coalition is large-scale team battles, the ability to cooperate with soldiers is strong, one plus one can play a greater role than two, and the more people there are, the stronger they are.

If there were tens of millions of troops, the coalition army would have counterattacked a long time ago, and the army would be pressed, even if you fell to the angel, no matter how strong you are, you will have to be killed and lose your armor.

Unfortunately, it didn't ......

According to the style of play of both sides, in the end, all the troops must be pressed down, and the victory and defeat will be decided in one fell swoop according to traditional tactics...... Anyway, everyone is here, and it's impossible to fight and retreat at the same time.

Tentative battles can't be stopped, and the tragic ones are all veterans who survive after the battle, so you can quickly screen out veterans who have experienced battles among the soldiers, even if the price is great.

One veteran is enough to top ten recruits.

The "Lions" legion became an experimental object and was sent out of the city for the purpose of calling for war.

This is a regiment that is not weak in combat effectiveness, and it usually has a small task of fighting mountain bandits and robbers, but war is the first time that these soldiers who are not veterans have encountered it.

It's a virgin fight.

"Come on, let's have some fun with our opponents first!" The captain of the "Lion" legion rode a red horse, wearing a silver armor that could blind people's eyes, and was handsome, handsome blonde handsome......

It's also here to gild.

Thanks to the previous legion commander's good leadership, the following captains are also conscientious, otherwise this legion will become the same as the resident legion of Ironstone Castle.

The signal soldier held two small flags, one black and one white, waving at the head of the city, and the garrison commander at the head of the city had a tacit understanding to let the artillery fire three times, and the best elevation angle of 45 degrees could barely hit the feet of the undead.

With three cannon shots, three black projectiles shot out. Not surprisingly, it didn't hit, this distance had exceeded the maximum range of the shells, and the three shells had blown three small craters sixty paces in front of the undead camp.

But I didn't expect it to hit in the first place, and the task of the three shells was to lure the undead out.

The undead have low intelligence, commonly known as brainless, and are provoked by the cannonballs, all of them screaming and trying to pounce and bite, if it weren't for the fallen angels controlling them and not acting rashly, this pile of rotten flesh would have rushed up in a swarm.

"Terran legions. Grant opened one

One eye, looking at the approaching lion flag, closed his eyes again.

"Eat them. ”

Such an army, Grant has not yet put it in his eyes.

"Yes. "A six-winged fallen angel grabbed his sword and went to command.

There were dozens of fallen angels flying in the pile of the undead, with two wings and four wings, and only one with six wings. There was a polluted black color in the sky.

The new commander of the "Lion" Legion was just a gentlemanly nobleman, where had he ever seen such a big battle? The first time the fallen angel flew up, he was so frightened that his legs trembled, and the spurs slammed on the horse's belly, making the red horse under him can't help but bark twice.

"Sure enough, it's useless waste. The captain scolded secretly.

I knew that the front-line command had no good intentions in arranging this tentative mission, and I am afraid that I would have seen that this gentleman corps commander was not pleasing to the eye, and I just took advantage of this mission to kill this guy.

Pity them, and their subordinates are about to become unjust ghosts who accompany the funeral.

"Pass the order, wait for the fight to start, withdraw while fighting, and leave that coward alone. Several captains looked at each other a few times, and several people reached a consensus and gave orders to their subordinates.

They don't want to bury this useless waste.

The commander of the "Lion" legion trembled for a long time, watching the undead approaching step by step, the whole person was stunned, his eyes rolled white, and the smell of urine came from under him.

I was scared to pee.

The number of these undead is a bit too much, and they are approaching in a semi-circular formation under the control of the fallen angels, faintly threatening to surround the "lion" legion.

"Charge, charge, give it to me, stop them for me!" The "Lion" commander finally reacted, and his mouth let out a cry that did not look like a human voice, as sharp as a thin needle, and drilled straight into the human head.

"So many undead, still rushing to a fart! Retreat!" Those captains would not obey this fool's order, and retreated with their own soldiers before the other party was completely surrounded.

The wind is tight, and it is!

The battle formation of the "Lion" army receded like a tide, panicked but not chaotic, and maintained a good formation. Suddenly there was a large blank space on the ground, and in the middle stood the horse of the leader of the "Lion" Legion and the frightened guy who was immediately stupid.

The hollow eye sockets, the rotting and foul-smelling carrion, the horrific undead had destroyed the incompetent captain's mind.

Not only does he know nothing about the battle formation, but he is also shamefully timid, surrounded by undead, but he doesn't dare to move, and he is abandoned by his own men.

The captain of the "Lion" only felt that his hands and feet were filled with lead and weighed a thousand pounds, and no matter how much he raised his hands and feet, he could not move himself.

The jujube red horse under him sensed the danger and stepped back uneasily.

This is a well-trained horse, the owner has no instructions, it is not frightened to run away, but it is precisely because of its good training that the "lion" commander has completely lost the opportunity to escape.

"You bastards!" the Captain of the "Lion" turned and shouted resentfully as he looked at his men in the distance,

"I'm the heir of the count, you can't do this to me!

However, no one came back to save him, and in the face of life and death, the Earl's identity was not even as good as dung.

"You bastards! I curse you not to die well!

The undead pounced like wolves, tearing at his flesh. The jujube red horse screamed sadly, was overturned to the ground, and then dragged in by countless hands, and the "lion" commander stretched out his arms weakly, his five fingers wide open......

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