From afar, Russell saw those little undead with low IQs walking around unconsciously.

For this battle, all the soldiers of the Red Clothes Army did not care, they have carried out such a clean-up battle many times, this time the main thing is to train the recruits and open their eyes.

There were even soldiers gossiping and laughing.

"Well, what do you think you're going to do for tonight?"

"This is also a guess, in addition to potatoes are potatoes, although the land here in Ironstone Fort is rich, but the crops are single, that is, there are many potatoes, and at most you can add some pork or beef. ”

"I don't believe it, I think, at least there can be a mixed vegetable soup. ”

"But there will still be potatoes in the mixed vegetable soup, so there will definitely be potatoes. ”

"Ah, yes, there are potatoes in the mixed vegetable soup, too. Oh my God! Potatoes potatoes! Potatoes every day! I'm going crazy! Can I change the potatoes?"

"I don't think it works, after all, you don't make the recipes, and you still can't stop them from making potatoes. ”

"Ahh

In addition to discussing the dishes of the evening, among the soldiers, the most indispensable topic is women.

"Jeff, I heard that you will be able to marry a beautiful girl when you go back. ”

"Yes, my family has already made a gift, and when I come home from this vacation, I can marry my beloved Jennifer, ah, she is so beautiful, like the moon in the sky, white light, pure and immaculate......"

"Come on, don't say your Jennifer anymore, every time you describe him as a few words that are repeated over and over again, we can all memorize them!" the other soldier interrupted the soldier's attempt to continue the tirade.

The red-clothed soldier who was interrupted rolled his eyes dissatisfied, waved his hand like a fly, and said: "You guys who don't have a wife, you just can't eat grapes and say that grapes are sour, you can find a wife if you have the ability!"

The soldiers around the "cut ......" all made disdainful sounds.

Everyone laughed and scolded again, and made a mess with each other.

Russell was still very tolerant of these soldiers who were away from home. They are sons, husbands, fathers, no one wants to send them to this cruel battlefield, no one wants to, but they still come without hesitation, for the illusory racial righteousness, for the sake of the high-sounding ego, maybe they will die on the battlefield, and their families will not receive their death notices and pensions for a long time.

Maintaining it with their lives is actually a thing that outweighs the loss, but it is this group of fools who use their own flesh and blood to form a wall of steel.

So, as long as it's not during the fight, Russell won't bother, and it also helps to eliminate the tension before the fight.

Soon, driven by the veterans, the recruits quickly integrated into various small circles and became a temporary part of this circle.

The veterans are all human spirits, and one more brother on the battlefield is safer, as long as you look at the front, there will be brothers guarding the back.

Elite soldiers formed a scout squad to scout first, which is also a necessary means for the army to march, and it is not known who invented it first, but this does effectively prevent the enemy's sneak attack.

The Redcoats are all cavalry, with war horses, and the scouts don't have to run back and forth, as long as there is no emergency, they can lead in front.

Dealing with a small group of undead doesn't have to be so careful.

Russell still felt that the speed of the march was a little too slow, and at this speed, even if they could solve the battle in a very short time, they still couldn't catch up with the tail of dinner.

"Order the troops, speed up a little, or you won't have to eat dinner. Russell said to the captains gathered around him.

Several captains took the order and left.

"Hurry up, hurry up! You soft-footed shrimp who don't have enough to eat! Hurry up for me! Even the old lady who sells buns at the gate of the barracks is faster than you! You are embarrassed to say that you are your own cavalry? If it were me, I would go find a piece of tofu and kill myself!"

As a large number of scoldings with the unique rugged style of the barracks sounded, the speed of the soldiers was much faster...... Or maybe the horses are much faster, at least they can't graze with their heads down while swinging.

"If you go back late and can't catch the meal, the Legion Commander will punish you for not having dinner at night!"

As soon as they heard that they were not allowed to eat dinner when they went back late, the soldiers of the Red-Coated Army changed their previous laziness, and their eyes were red as if they had been beaten with chicken blood...... The original speed is maintained.

They are cavalry, and the physical strength of the war horses is the decisive factor in whether they can defeat the enemy, and whoever drives the war horses at full speed now will be guaranteed to lose their combat effectiveness before they see the shadow of the enemy.

Cavalry without war horses, to be honest, may have the same combat effectiveness as ordinary soldiers, and their sabers are not as long as spears, and they have no shields, so it is still unknown whether they can beat ordinary soldiers.

At this point, even if the Redcoat Army is an ace army, the gap between the combat effectiveness of the Ace Army and the ordinary army has not yet reached the point where one is ten.

The speed of the war horse is currently the fastest speed to minimize physical attrition, and at this speed, they still have time.

In the corner where the redcoats did not find, a black figure flashed away with the slight sound of rustling footsteps.

"Report, the enemy army is still ten miles away from our department!"

Fourteen black wings flapped behind Grant, rolling up patches of dead yellow leaves that had not yet rotted, and fluttered around him like butterflies.

Grant seemed to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by the wind, he reached out and pulled out a piece from the dancing floating leaves, with a slight force, watching the dead leaves that had become very brittle turn into powder and fall, and said slowly: "Order the troops, prepare to attack." ”

Grant laid this trap with a lot of thought, because there were really no bushes on the plain that could allow the undead to hide their bodies, so this group of tireless undead dug tunnels underground ten miles away overnight, and millions of undead were hiding in these tunnels.

Unbeknownst to the Redcoat Army and Russell, a black cloud had hung over their heads, and the hideous smile of the god of the underworld opened his arms, revealing countless miserable green souls in them, their faces full of unwillingness and pain.

Grant clenched his fists.

Russell held up his hand.

"Ready. ”

"Attention. ”

"Attack!"

"Something is wrong, call the scout back to ......"

"Enemy attack!"

The turf on the ground was violently lifted, and beneath it was a series of dug tunnels in which a large number of undead dormant dormant, only now to reveal themselves.

A large black sea surrounded the Redcoats.

The icy smell came over the world, the smell of rust that carried the stench of corpses, mixed with blood and slaughter.

The black war horse riding under Russell's crotch had never seen such a huge battle, and Rao was a well-trained war horse that was also frightened and took two steps back, and an uneasy neighing came out of his throat.

Russell grabbed the reins, comforted the war horses under him, looked around, and found that black was everywhere, whether it was in front of or behind, or left and right, the distribution of the undead was very balanced, there were no weaknesses, and there were high-level undead pressure arrays in each part, and the number was thick one by one, almost comparable to the corner of the city wall.

"It's a trap!" Russell understood in an instant.

No wonder, no wonder there is a small group of undead who dare to get so close, thirty miles, and the outline can be seen with the naked eye.

He should have expected it, but the long and devastating battle had let his vigilance relax. He made one of the commander's biggest mistakes - underestimating the enemy.

As the commander of the Ace Army, he is a top student at the Seth Royal Military Academy, a veteran who has experienced many battles, and this kind of low-level mistake should not be made.

But he still committed his vigilance, which was worn out in one battle after another, and one mistake was enough to lead him into the abyss.

Looking at the number of these undead, there are not millions, and they only have 100,000 people, and one-third of them are still recruits who have not fully cooperated tacitly, and their combat effectiveness is not much weaker than in their heyday.

He could almost have foreseen the end of his group.

Several captains also twitched out of the corners of their eyes, and in front of such a large-scale undead, an emotion that had not appeared in their hearts for a long time appeared - fear.

Yes, they are afraid.

No one can remain indifferent in the face of such a number of enemies, unless that person makes a deal with the devil and betrays his feelings.

"Legion Commander, what shall we do?"

"What do you think we can do? in front of such a number of enemies. ”

"Commander, we are now going all out to break through in the direction we came, and maybe we can break out. ”

Russell turned his head and looked at the three captains he had single-handedly cultivated: Ang Lee, Ulraff, and Sherman.

These three captains have all risen step by step from the most ordinary small soldiers, each of them is capable enough to take charge on their own, if it weren't for the fact that they didn't go to military school, Russell dared to guarantee that the three of them were now enough to serve as the commander of the legion.

Seth only allowed graduates of the Royal Military Academy to serve as Legion Commanders.

"Do you think we can break through surrounded by so many enemies?" Russell asked his three men softly.

The three captains were silent.

That's right, in such a situation, even if they are the cavalry with the strongest ability to charge into battle, even if they are ace legions, but the number is there, with one as ten, the redcoat army does not have this ability.

"Legion Commander, we can't escape. After Li An finished speaking, he lowered his head.

The Redcoats fell silent suddenly.

Vivian sat on the edge of the bed sewing clothes, wondering if Russell had received her reply, thinking about what he looked like after seeing the letter, the corners of her mouth just hooked up a trace of tenderness, but she was frozen by unexplained palpitations.

She looked up at the window, the blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, the sky was just right......

"Fight to the death!" I don't know who said.

Death war, these two words are like a spark in front of a prairie fire, like a plague that gradually spreads, one to ten, ten to hundred.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

Russell looked at the neat military formation and thought of his fiancée in the distance.

I hope she can find a good person to marry.

Russell turned abruptly:

"All the soldiers obey the order!"

"In!"

The sound of killing shook the sky.

"Fight to the death!"

"No!"

As Russell drew his sword, the three captains also drew their sabers.

It's a signal, it means being ready to fight. Today, they have no way back, only to move forward, even if they know that their lives are going to end here, and they can no longer see the next sun, only the moonlight will see off their souls.

But they did not hesitate, because it was their duty, and if everyone was greedy for life and afraid of death, the Terrans would never be where they are today, perhaps only slaves to dwarves and elves, eating the worst food, doing the most strenuous work, living in the dirtiest places, and always receiving verbal abuse and beatings.

Their current lives were fought for by their ancestors who were unwilling to live for them, and now it is up to them to relay their will to continue to resist unyieldingly.

The lower-ranking officers shouted in unison:

"Knife out of sheath!

The silver blades formed a sharp forest, bright and piercing eyes.

Grant's wings flapped and his body suspended in mid-air, and in front of him, two thousand headless horsemen rode nightmares, holding ten-foot-long, baby-wrist-thick riding spears.

The Sea of the Undead stopped a mile away from the Redcoats, and although the hunting instinct made them crave fresh flesh, there was a line drawn there that made them dare not cross the thunder pool.

"Grant. Looking at the fourteen fallen angels floating in the air, Russell slowly spat out the name that symbolized absolute power.

Grant, the Emperor, is now a god.

"Did you see that!" he suddenly turned his head and yelled at the soldiers behind him, "The one who stopped in front of us was the black-haired birdman, his name was Grant! You all know who he is! Yes, he's a god! And now, the damn god is in our way. You tell me, can we let him go!?"

"No! no!

"Yes, you don't think you can't, but what stands in front of us is a god, and that absolute power, we are small in front of him, like ants to us. All of us go up, maybe for him a finger can crush him to death, life disappears so inexplicably, so cheaply, so simply, will you be willing?"

"Yes!"

"Then can you tell me, why do you want to?"

"Because we're stupid, because we're stupid! Because we're going to wear the day!"

"Hehehehe, hahahahahaha, what a good declaration, God knows what the fuck you guys usually learned. Russell laughed.

He raised his head, two sharp eyes peeking out from under his visor, looking at the god floating in the sky. The wind was his throne, and its black wings expanded so violently that it obscured the sky, and the stacked feathers were dense and impermeable.

Even though the scene in front of them was so terrifying, none of the soldiers retreated, and their eyes flashed with a frenzy, as if they were about to burn with their blood and soul!

"Let's move on to this god. Let him see how good we are. ”

"Redcoats!

"Kill !!"

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