Guo Xing does not deny his worries, according to his budget, he can do the first step of feint to attack Gilsai City before dark, even if he can't attract Hua Tengyun and others, he still has a second trick to use. The overall situation is under control, but there is no room for local changes, at this time, Guo Xing is most worried about chaos in the rear.

The number of troops in front is tight enough, although the supplies have been in place in advance, but the total number of troops is only so much, it is not necessarily like the undead clan to rely on the virus to reproduce, right? Therefore, Guo Xing is most afraid of a fire in the backyard now, after all, the army he has arranged cannot move, and once something goes wrong in the rear, it will inevitably burn his eyebrows. But no matter what happens to the rear, he can't care about it for the time being, Guo Xing just promised to win the battle, in order to achieve this goal, even if the rear is all destroyed, it doesn't matter, it's not his Guo Junshi's business, the loss is also Sutrun's "personal property", he has no obligation to protect the president's private property, the so-called "dark art of war" is to fight for the sake of war, before the goal of victory is achieved, any objective factors can be ignored, provided that it will not affect the final victory of the person who made the plan.

Yes, now if there is a fire in the backyard, you can only wait for death, it is impossible in a short time, and Guo Xing will not allow rescue troops to be sent over, and any army that is assigned, even if there is a single soldier, cannot be sent. At present, it is necessary to concentrate all their strength to fight against the undead clan, and the undead clan will not do anything to steal chickens and dogs beyond Guo Xing's expectations, and Jia Yuxin really has no such plan. It's just that Guo Xing didn't consider that the races other than the undead clan would send troops, Guo Xing took it for granted that the demon clan and the demon clan would only watch the fire and watch the show from the other side, if the undead clan won, they would definitely take advantage of the fire to rob and get a piece of the pie, but if the undead clan was defeated, they would only fall into the trap of the undead guild, Portolian and Nie Jinlou, Guo Xing had dealt with them, how could these two snobs make a thankless decision? What's more, they still have to accumulate the unique vitality of their guild with ghosts, and what good is it for them to provoke the human guild? The human guild is now full of talents, and there are quite a lot of capable people, once the army is lost and the main force is broken, then it will be strange if the other powers in the demon world don't taunt them.

Therefore, Guo Xing believes that this battle cannot be defeated, no matter whether it is success or failure, there will be a group of villains who will see the wind and steer the rudder. So since there will always be wins and losses in a game, and victory and defeat are naturally a common thing, so why is it not yourself who wins the game?

When Guo Xing thought of this, he was also relieved. He sincerely prayed that his heartbeat was superfluous, that worrying was useless, and that the premonition might not really be so effective. However, unfortunately, his premonition was so effective! The undead do not make trouble, it does not mean that other tribes do not cause trouble, the Portolians do not send troops, the mastermind behind the scenes does not permit, and it does not mean that subordinates will not make claims, and sometimes the heartbeat echoes the unfortunate event is so coincidental, after all, people are not as good as heaven.

"Master Guo, be sure to lure the snake out of the hole before dark. Sutron smiled at Guo Xing.

"Hmm...... If we can't, we'll make them think we're attacking the city of Gilsai with all our might. Guo Xing put aside his worries for the time being, concentrated on the battle, and returned Sutren's smile that he was determined to get, "I still have another backup strategy, if this can work, Guo will try to use that method to attract all the attention of the Undead Guild to Gilsai City, so that the reinforcements of the Undead Clan will arrive as scheduled, and at that time, the siege of the city and reinforcements will be exhausted." ”

"Guo Junshi is Guo Junshi, if you get serious, you are a god-like character. Suthren laughed.

Darkness and dawn are often just a moment, but for some people, the daylight is incomparably long. On the plains of Gibson Bay that day, the sky was extremely gloomy, with dark clouds, raging aura, and slight showers falling, as if the heavens could not bear to watch this massacre of the demon army unfold, and covered their eyes with pitch-black clouds.

Tens of thousands of human soldiers are on the run, but there are nearly 200,000 demon clan soldiers in pursuit. Gresitia also wanted to see how Xiahou Gang struggled, so he climbed up, wanting to have a glimpse of the mountains, but the number of demon armies was too much, and Xiahou Gang's shadow was drowned, I don't know whether he was dead or alive, and even his breath was covered by piles of demons.

Grechtia was able to master so many soldiers and horses at one time, and even the soldiers controlled by one person far overshadowed all the troops of the remaining four colleagues such as Dracula, it was completely a small trick he made in private, behind the back of the lord to make a claim, and sent a gang of thieves in the neutral area to steal the talisman of the demon king of Sartor with a lot of money, and most of these legions except for his cronies are the demon king of Sartor, otherwise he can dispatch so many soldiers and horses in the demon world with his power alone, wouldn't it be against the sky?

The lord knows that many matters such as Grechitia's private disobedience, adultery, and transgression are meaningless to the lord, but only Grechitia himself is still enjoying it, and he does not know that the invisible butcher's knife is quietly approaching him. From the very beginning, it was illegal for him to command this army, and no one knew the order to attack, and once a war was triggered, it would be even more perverse and capital punishment if it was known to Podolian, Sartor, and even Risabéo the Great. But who is he Grechtia? He is completely useless! If the likes of Portolian dare to argue with him, he still dares to do the thing of skinning and cramping these high-ranking demon officials and demon lords, and clapping them with ice, thunder and fire, if in the eyes of those demon kings, he Grechtia is really just a little snake, then his little snake really has the appetite and ambition to swallow their so-called "elephants".

Grechitia is not afraid of heaven and earth, and since he has already done something rebellious, he must not stop halfway. Is it better to slaughter a few cities to celebrate, or to have a good time by arresting a few high-ranking human generals? His "ripper" has long been unable to hold back, and with his solitary style, he slaughters a few cities, kills a few people, and divides a few corpses, and still needs to ask for instructions from his head? Hehe, this is too lacking in aesthetics, and blindly obeying others does not conform to his aesthetic standards at all.

The skies of Gibson Plains reverberated with the excited cheers of the demon clan and the wails, screams, groans of despair, and weepings of embarrassment from human soldiers, mixed with the cowardly voices of kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy. Although many of the human soldiers had fallen to their knees with their hands raised, begging for their lives, the demon cavalry still mercilessly slashed them into pieces from head to shoulder, and then continued on their foot on the flesh and blood that had been slashed by their knives.

Even if the demon army doesn't need to say it from Grechia, they all know it in their hearts, the habit of the demon clan is endless killing, and the smell of blood rippling in the air is a compelling aroma to them. If Greshitia doesn't give the order to capture them alive, the Demons will simply slaughter all the enemies by default. Of course, if it were a human guild, it would not necessarily be much more merciful than the demon clan, and if Sutron didn't give the order, the guild army would definitely create a series of horrific killings by default. After all, taking a prisoner will only hinder Lisuo who kills the enemy, it is better to kill all the people and ride indiscriminately, and the broken corpse will be gone, if the senior general will directly cut off his head to ask for credit, anyway, the commander does not give the order, not only is he not responsible for killing him, but he is not guilty.

In order to escape the pursuit of the demon army, large groups of soldiers scrambled to jump into the icy rivers that were covered with thin ice under the influence of the cold current in the north, and desperately swam towards the opposite bank. They fled for their lives more desperately than they fought, and it could even be said that escaping was much more tiring than fighting. It's just that Rao is efforts to flee in embarrassment after such a rout can't get any glimmer of life in the end. The Demon Legion had already diverted a part of its army under Grecitia's arrangement, and that part of the army had already been waiting on the other side of the river. For a time, accompanied by the dark cold wind, the arrows by the river rained down, people struggled in the water to let out bursts of screams and cries but to no avail, the river was instantly dyed red, and the corpses that were shot into hedgehogs were sinking or floating, and the turbulent river soon washed away the human bodies up and down in batches......

It's no wonder that the demon legions came from there, and those soldiers fled in the direction where they shouldn't have been, and nothing but despair awaited them. The demonic frenzy of the bloody rain and wind advanced smoothly, bringing to mankind an endless sea of frenzy and war, and the black and blood filled every inch of space in the Gibson Plains.

The Demon Clan is currently the most powerful race in the Demon Realm, and it is also the most powerful, no matter how reckless they are, they cannot be interfered with by any other force. Attack or not, slaughter or not, Grechtia didn't need to think about it from the beginning, because the demon clan is the strongest, no one can stop it, it was like this, it is now, and it will be like this in the future!

Thousands of guild troops who participated in the Battle of Gibson Plains, less than 100 people were able to escape the massacre that day, due to the fierce pursuit of the demon army all the way, and finally able to return to Turannoy City alive, not one, none of them were spared, all of them were killed, those who were finally chased by the demons, seeing the current situation and the situation was already inescapable, the senior generals finally chose to turn back and rush into the demon army to fight desperately until they died at the end of the battle, no one could escape the sanctions of darkness, and all of them were buried by the power of the demons。 Of course, this cannot be said so absolutely, because there is one person who survived.

"Damn ......" In the uninhabited open space, Yuki Nara couldn't stop beating his chest, his right fist hit the stalagmite on the side of the road fiercely, his hand was swollen red, and a lot of blood oozed out, but he was just resentful, he couldn't forgive himself at all!

Seeing the soldiers around him die one by one, their bodies were crushed, either chopped into pieces of meat by random knives, or they were trampled on the ground and the bones were scattered. The brains and intestines and stomach are all rotten to the ground, the death is miserable, miserable, all kinds of deaths, and finally not even a single recognizable corpse can be found, all of them are rotten into meat sauce under the iron hooves of the demons, and only he, Yuki Nara, was actually stolen by him in every luck, and now he is the only one alive, how can he face those brothers who fought bloodily on the battlefield and died?

What he hated was not only that he had survived, but also that he could not save any life except himself, whether it was his comrades-in-arms or ordinary people, he was powerless to rescue. He relied on the speed of the horse, coupled with a little cultivation of wind magic, and he knew which direction to escape safest, and chose the right way, and could ensure speed, and did not encounter too many demon soldiers along the way, he was able to escape from the narrow path smoothly, after all, the advance of the demon race was a "map cannon", and the indiscriminate all-round pursuit was untargeted, and it was easy to miss who killed whom.