"My lord, the barbarians seem to be crazy. ”

Ivo, who had been closely monitoring the movements of the barbarian camp, caught the enemy's movements as soon as possible, and when he reported to Lear, the two of them made their way to the highest point in the Crimean Valley.

"Interesting, Tanan, is this trying to fight to the death?"

Lear still doesn't know that Tanan is dead, but it doesn't matter to him at all, since the barbarians want to fight, fight it.

"Give up the two valley passes, the whole army retreats to the bottom of the valley and standby, you lead people to ambush on the mountain walls on both sides, and when the cannon sounds, immediately attack the enemy with rockets, and Ilore will cooperate with you. ”

The terrain of the Crimean valley is like a huge gourd, narrow at the front and wider at the back, and the only 5,000 barbarians in the valley in the first battle the day before yesterday were because the Spartacus army held the second valley pass, and looking at the barbarians pouring in like a tide down the mountain, Lear already had a decision in his heart.

If you want to die, then go over at once.

Fueled by Lear's deliberate connivance and the flames of hatred for Tanan, the barbarian army soon poured into the valley, but due to the severe terrain constraints, the first to enter the valley were the weakest big-eared monsters, wolf riders, and at most a small number of ogres.

Although the flames of hatred had burned to the extreme, it was clear that there were still a few of the barbarian armies who had kept their sanity, and a large number of orcs and cyclops began to climb from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain in both places, while the Thunderbird army led by Shiva also took off from the hills behind the camp and soared over the Rimian Valley.

They wanted to form a triad of battlefield suppression from the valley, the top of the mountain, and the sky, so that even if the Spartacians had any ambush in the valley, the barbarians would be able to control the battle with absolute military superiority.

When the fastest wolf cavalry roared through the second valley and appeared on the flat ground in the valley, it was found in the distance that the Spartacus army at the bottom of the valley was already in formation.

At the forefront were a phalanx of five musketeers, standing in three rows of fifty people, the light in their eyes was as cold as the muzzles of the black holes in their hands, and there were more than a dozen of them in the gaps behind them, although the terrain of the Crimean valley also limited the full deployment of the Spartacus army, but such a formation was enough to ensure that they could exert the maximum firepower advantage in the shortest possible time.

After the front line is output, the team is seamlessly connected, and if the barbarians charge into battle, they will definitely fall into a terrifying cycle of infinite firepower.

On either side of the musketeers, three thousand swordsmen with arm-mounted shields and swords firmly protected their wings, and in the farther back, stone platforms were built with earth and stone and magic barriers, and a hundred cannons had been completely erected - it was difficult to build a fort without water in the Gobi, but as long as a fusion spell and a strong enchantment were not a problem.

If it were in normal times, the barbarians who had already suffered great losses under the Spartacus army would not dare to attack rashly, but at this time, the barbarians who rushed into the valley had already lost their minds one by one with red eyes, and the three thousand wolf cavalry that saw the enemy appearing in the lead actually roared and rushed over without hesitation.

"Kill all the aliens!

Grantell and the wolf rushed to the front of the group, and his loyalty to Tanan made him want to tear these enemies in front of him to shreds in an instant, and the sun fell on his red eyes, reflecting a demon that had fallen into madness.

"Artillery attacks the mountain wall! Musketeers prepare, fire freely at a distance of 100 meters!"

Jeremy and the rear of the artillery position waved the flag in their hands heavily, their artillery didn't need to bother to forge these extra turrets to raise the angle of fire, but when Lear told him that the damage caused by the falling debris in such a narrow terrain was definitely much higher than the direct damage of artillery.

Therefore, when a hundred cannons rang out in unison, there was a sudden strong shaking of the mountains on both sides, and then they cracked, and countless huge or sharp stones broke away from the mountain with painful wails, and then rained down like raindrops towards the barbarians who were gathering densely below.

It was as if he had returned to that terrible afternoon under the wall, and in the continuous roar of countless cannons, Grant Championship watched countless stones rain down in front of him and behind him, luck had become a luxury word at this time, but all the barbarians who were hit by boulders turned into a puddle of meat sauce before they even had time to wail.

A terrifying pit appeared around him, causing a strong vibration of the ground to make the wolves under him equally frightened, and those who were slightly lucky were hit by a slightly smaller stone and immediately broke their bones, and if they were unfortunately hit in the head, they would leave a yellow and white gushing blood hole.

Not only did the disorderly falling boulders inflict heavy casualties on the barbarian charge, but the accumulation of more and more stones in the valley also greatly slowed down their speed, and the collapse of the mountain caused by a round of shelling left at least 500 barbarians buried alive, and countless more were injured.

This rate of damage was much higher than the damage that could be caused by shells falling directly into the crowd, and as soon as the first wave of rolling stones was over, Spartacus's artillery policy did not hesitate to let out a second roar of death.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

Grantchel let out a beast-like roar in his throat, with his strength, he naturally would not be injured in the rain of rolling stones just now, but the three thousand wolf riders and big-eared monsters led by him suffered heavy losses in an instant, and under the rage, a magic scroll shining with blazing fire appeared in his hand, and then a terrifying fireball with a diameter of more than ten meters completely broke away from his fist, and flew towards the musket team in front of him with a burning aura of destruction.

That's not all, when the fireball detached from his palm, the magic scroll flashed again, and a fireball as big as before appeared in front of him.

Until the scroll turned into pieces of ash and fell weakly, and Grantchel himself turned pale due to excessive mental power consumption, three terrifying bursting fireballs rushed to the front of the Spartacus army in a zigzag shape, with his deep resentment and obsession.

The artillery was still roaring, the rolling stones never stopped falling, and the will to destroy the war would never be shifted by someone's anger, but when the three fireballs flew over the Spartacus army, a slender figure flew up in the air, and it looked like it was going straight towards the three fireballs.

Rotate the body, out of the knife, the surging fighting qi through the lower abdomen straight into the arms, the perfect muscles fused with the explosion of qi veins and presented a high-frequency shaking, from the big arm to the small arm to the palm, until the sharp Mo knife was completely covered by bursts of pure golden fighting qi, the original seven-foot-long blade was excited by the fighting qi, and the blade instantly rose again, and the pair of stable hands holding the knife shook slightly, and a five-meter-long arc knife qi appeared in the air.

In this way, when the slender figure landed steadily on the ground, three golden arc-shaped sword qi cut obliquely into the three terrifying fireballs in the shape of the finished glyph like the scorching sun and snow, and after the slight sound of the three lamps exploding, the three bursting fireballs emitted by all the magic power of Grantell were completely lost.

The scorching sunlight was pouring down, and there seemed to be traces of their existence in the air, which was still slightly distorted by the scorching heat.

"Good!"

There was a sincere cheer from the crowd, and Hag appeared at the front of the line with a hearty smile, originally he was going to jump out and blast the three fireballs, but he didn't want Guina to be faster than him, and it was perfect in terms of the timing of the shot and the grasp of strength.

I haven't seen you for a long time, but everyone has grown a lot.

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