Outnumbered and outnumbered, this is a very deadly thing for any commander.

We may say that there are not so many examples in history of winning more with fewer to declare to us that numbers are not a necessary condition for victory, but the fact is that any example of winning more with less is a large-scale battle in which fewer win more and more in a small area, and when there are more and more victories in a small area, the balance of victory begins to tilt in favor of the side with fewer people, so it can be said that there is no such thing as a victory with less.

This was the first sentence spoken by the Seth Military Academy in the first day of class, and it was remembered by countless cadets.

Russell is no exception.

He is an excellent commander, experienced, tactically clever, and powerful, and he has not fought in a few battles, but now, Russell feels deep despair.

Three or four million sea of the undead, two thousand headless horsemen with an average strength comparable to the golden swordsman, fallen angels of various levels flying in the sky, and the invincible existence with wings that cover the sky and the sun......

A god.

There are conditions for local people to fight more and fight less, but now this disparity in the number of enemies is so great that it is comparable to the gap between ants and dragons in the system, and Russell really can't help it.

Even a swarm of ants is not as big as a scale on a dragon's body, so how does Russell create a local situation where more fights less?

No one wants to die, Russell wants to live, and he has a lovely fiancée waiting for his triumph, but the reality is that he can't escape from the place in front of him.

The long thought was actually done in an instant, and the red torrent had already charged forward, like the magma spewed out by an erupting volcano, from far and near, exuding extremely crazy heat, melting everything that stood in front of it.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The undead, who had followed their instinct to hunt for fresh flesh and blood, felt that the invisible thread that had been lying in front of them had disappeared, and they let out a long-suppressed howl as they came from all directions towards the charging formation of the red-clothed army.

Russell could only swing his saber, the Legion's Captain's exclusive fifth-level magic weapon unleashing its full power in Russell's hand, and the silver swordsman almost made it glow.

I don't know how many knives I wield. A ghoul pounced on Russell with his rotten mouth open, Russell's face did not change, his eyes were a determined iron gray under the mask, and he swung his knife down, not to see how the saber cut his neck and brought a ghoul's head into the sky, but to his next target.

Behind him, the eyes of every warrior were determined and iron-blooded, perhaps they were defeated by their enemies, and they were taken off their horses and were instantly drowned, but not a single one made a single cry from beginning to end.

It was so quiet that it couldn't even leave the last trace of the world.

Russell's next enemy is dressed in heavy armor, and his broad body is like a butcher wielding a bone cleaver in a butcher shop, except that this butcher is not holding a bone cleaver, but a mace.

This is a veteran.

Russell could also vaguely see a wolf's head with a large mouth painted with a special dye on his armor, revealing its fangs.

The lone wolf infantry of the Kingdom of Seth, this is a long, long time ago, it is an infantry class specially trained by the human race to deal with demons, taking special potions, the power is infinite, but the cost is too great, and the success rate is also very low, so it was abandoned. Russell had only seen images of this class in history books.

This is a senior who once sacrificed his life to fight evil and maintain the combat effectiveness of the human race, but now he is controlled by evil and has become an evil subordinate.

If the soul of this senior is still conscious, then he must not want to become an evil lackey, even if he is dead, the warriors of Seth are proud!

"Senpai, let me fulfill your wishes. Russell said lightly in his heart.

The lone wolf infantryman, who had turned into the butcher's undead, raised his mace, stared at the eyes that were about to fall out of his sockets, like copper bells, and a large mouth full of black teeth, and strode at his feet, and rushed towards him with great strides.

Russell does not dodge or dodge, and if a cavalry dodges, it is a failure! A cavalryman, he only needs to move forward! Forward! Keep moving forward!

The saber and the huge mace collided without any fancy fancy, and the black warhorse beneath Russell neighed. Russell only felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and when he looked again, the tiger's mouth had been cracked.

The lone wolf infantry was not without pressure, and it also took two steps back.

At that moment, as the lone wolf infantry stopped retreating, and for a moment stiffened, Russell seemed to hallucinate, and he heard someone whispering in his ear, "Kill me." ”

He didn't know if it was the Heroic Spirits of the Ancestors who were appealing to him, but this was the best chance.

The blade of the saber poked through the gap in the armor at the neck of the lone wolf infantryman, bringing out the putrid corpse fluid, wringing the brittle spine and causing the lone wolf infantry's massive body to collapse limply on the plain.

The scenery in front of them suddenly opened up, and before they knew it, they had broken through the encirclement of the Sea of the Undead, and only the Headless Horsemann and Grant were still in front.

Russell turned his head to see that there were only a few hundred people left, and all of them were wounded, some even broke their arms, half of their necks, and cracked skulls.

In addition to these, the rest of his subordinates have all disappeared into the sea of the dead, and those fearless heroes are now history.

"Brothers, there are even more powerful enemies in front of us, are you afraid?!"

"Don't be afraid!" Even if it's full of wounds, even if it's bleeding, even if it's dying. But their spirit is still fanatical! Their faith is still flying!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

These valiant knights launched a new charge! They laughed, as if the souls of their comrades supported them!

Only the souls of the dreadnought can enter Valhalla!

The Headless Horseman silently raised his spear, and Nightmare moved his eight hooves, scattering round after round of black mist on the road.

It was like nothingness was fleeting.

The two sides separated in a flash of lightning.

One against two thousand.

Russell looked down at the four or five extra blood holes in his body, which were the marks left by the Headless Horseman's riding spear.

His vision was blurred, and his hand holding the knife was shaking. He knew that his time was running out.

"Vivien, I'm sorry. Russell whispered, foaming at the blood in his mouth.

"Redcoats, charge!" he finally yelled, even if he was the only one left in the ace army.

But as long as there is one person left, the Redcoats will still be the Redcoats!

The black horse neighed and raised its front hooves high. The knight on the horse held his saber, and the red tassels on his helmet were wet with blood and looked lifeless.

Behind him are the remains of his comrades, and in front of him are ...... The god who has blocked the sun!

He shouted the slogan of charging alone, but he was wrapped in the momentum of thousands of troops!

This moment is like eternity!

Grant held his sword upside down and slowly stabbed down in the void.

Russell muttered in his heart:

Whether it's winter or summer,

Whether it's a sea of blood or a forest of guns,

Our faith is like a mountain,

Our fighting spirit is like the sea.

We had spears in our hands, long knives at our waists, and armor on our bodies.

In front of us, the enemy has nothing but fear.

Behind us, the people cheered loudly.

Ah, Daddy, please hang a cloak for me,

Ah, mother, please bring me a garland,

Ah, dear, just give me a kiss.

I'm sorry, all I can leave is my back,

The blood-stained red robe......

It's time to go home......

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