Things in the world are not always smooth sailing, so it is normal for whoever closes a door for you to open a window for you somewhere else, and of course there is no guarantee that it will not be a sewer, dog hole, etc.

And whoever opens a convenient door for you, and finds you a little unhappy in other places, it seems that there will not be so many accidents.

Several cavalrymen rushed to the front of the queue in a panic to find Caesar, the news provided by the Quezas Border Guard, five kilometers away from the brigade, was full of smoke and dust, and it should be the pursuers of the Tiger Clan.

Because the opponent's flag is the banner of the Tegel family, the composition of the troops is mainly rhinoceros and sheep-headed people, with a small number of tiger and leopard warriors and fox shamans.

"How many?" Caesar asked not the Minotaur cavalry, but the scout owl following them.

"About two mixed legions, less than 30,000 people. The owl nodded with two claws, and shook its head with three more claws.

"Moo, why is Lao Tzu always being chased?" Caesar remembered an unpleasant memory, only this time the chaser was different. At that time, he still had hundreds of brothers, and the opponent was just a full Centaur legion, but now it's a good thing, and the opponent directly has an additional legion of pursuers.

"Moo, why!? Because Mao, those old men colluded with Simba, but it was the guys of the Tiger Clan who chased Lao Tzu? There are still so many people?" Count yourself half a refugee.

"Patriarch. ”

"Moo, I'll never take care of things in the future. Caesar rubbed his chin with his big hand and muttered.

"Patriarch!"

"Shut up! Caesar scratched his head again, then broke off the horns.

Several young minotaurs were shocked, Caesar had always given them the impression that they were very talkative and not very angry, but they didn't expect the bull's temper to be inadvertently revealed, and it was quite hot.

"Oh, it's you, what's wrong, what's wrong?" people are scratching their ears and cheeks, Caesar is scratching their heads and horns, after all, the racial characteristics are different, and he is not a monkey.

"Patriarch. I heard that there were pursuers. ”

"Oh, that's not something you have to think about. Go back, protect the old and young of each family, remember, you must give Lao Tzu an order, retreat over there, understand?" Caesar was still a little panicked, although he had confidence in the Guards, but no matter how he said it, he had never cooperated, and he had a hundred Minotaur warriors and a hundred guards, what if there was a mistake? No, you still have to maintain trust in the Guards, and if you are shaken, won't it be completely whitewashed?

Caesar turned the head of the Kodomon and came to the Minotaur guards who had been waiting at the end of the queue for a long time, and coincidentally, these more than 100 Minotaurs happened to be the same group that followed Caesar to hedge against the centaurs of the 26th Legion led by Simba last time.

The guards entered the battle early under Selin's arrangement, but well, there were few people, and there was nothing to coordinate. Glareas was more embarrassed, her identity was a staff officer, and the battle plan had been set before, and only the pestle was used as a vase behind the guard.

The shouting from behind him did not interfere with Caesar's thoughts, his mind was full of repeating the battle plan, just thinking about it, and suddenly remembered Moon, remembering what he had said to himself once.

"Moo, plans are not as fast as they change, I feel it deeply. In order to survive, sometimes we have to learn to be flexible. ”

Caesar sat on the Kodomon and craned his neck to look in the direction where he could already see the smoke and dust.

"Moo !! roar!!! huge and patches of roar behind Caesar pulled Caesar back to reality, looking back, only to see dozens of young calves standing behind him with a resolute expression, not to consider how to distinguish the face of the minotaur and the like, the same race, there will definitely be some ways to distinguish, Caesar has to consider that behind these dozens of young people, there are groups of minotaurs.

"Moo, Gaha, didn't you want to protect the old and the young to retreat to Quezas first?" Caesar jumped off the Kodomon and strode over.

"Patriarch! Moo!! A calf that looked like a leader was obviously stunned by Caesar's voice, and although his breath was rapid, he did not flinch in the slightest. "We're minotaurs!"

"Nonsense, so do I. ”

"The elders and cubs have already arranged for someone to protect their retreat, and the rest of the patriarch should know why we are here!"

Caesar blinked his big bull's eyes and was speechless for a while, although this situation was sudden, it was not unreasonable, but Caesar had not considered it at all before, was this the plan that Moon said was not as fast as the change?

The reason for this lies in the positioning of Caesar himself and Quezas in this incident. Caesar, at best, was the rescuer of the Minotaur tribe, and at the lesser level, was a provider of choice. The Minotaur tribe, or some of them, who want to defect to Quesas, must be realized through Caesar.

And Quesas, or Moon, he is only Caesar's assistant in this operation, so when formulating the battle plan, it is impossible for Quesas's staff to include the original Minotaur tribe, and it is completely based on the Second Legion of the Guards and Caesar's Minotaur Guard. Anyway, this kind of "we are here to help you, so you have to take the initiative to jump out and fight~~ Take the initiative!", Moon can't say it, and Quezas can't open his mouth, it's really disgusting.

Caesar smiled in silence, yes, he had been in Quezas for a long time, and he subconsciously considered the problem from Quezas's point of view, so he himself regarded the people as a whole, a whole that needed his protection and led the migration.

As the young calf said, he, Caesar, was a minotaur himself, and should know why they were here. Why? And why? For the tradition of the Minotaur, for the pride and glory of the Minotaur.

Caesar was stunned not because things had changed too suddenly, but because he was reflecting, reflecting on his own mode of thinking. It was impossible for Moon and the staff to open their mouths to let Caesar fool their own people into joining the battle, even in the face of the pursuers who were already chasing the minotaur, because the position was there.

So why didn't Caesar himself realize the problem, was he too deeply assimilated by Quezas, or did he forget the duty of a minotaur?

The Minotaur have been a martial race since ancient times, persistently adhering to certain traditions, upright and proud, which is the so-called glory of warriors. Caesar brought himself into any Minotaur who, in his present situation, would make these calf choices.

The glory of the warrior makes them not allow themselves to accept protection like a lost dog, completely worthless, even if the clan is moved, even if it is temporarily down, the minotaur will use force as a sword, take glory as the soul, prove their worth, and nothing else.

Caesar feels that his current state is not worthy of being a minotaur, he can't forget anything and can't forget Ben, Yinlan is cruel, it's right to put survival first in everything, and intrigue is also natural, but what should be insisted on is always persevered, the reason why the minotaur is a minotaur is not because of their tradition and glory.

This is what Moon taught him, of course, Moon never said anything to Caesar, but his tolerance of foreign races, protection of the unawakened, support for his compatriots, and the direction of their education, has never lacked the theme that a dark elf should live proudly and strongly, with some persistence, hope, and inaction.

"Moo! I was wrong. Caesar, who was staring at the bull's eye, was the first to speak under the gaze of several calves who were also staring at the bull's eye, but he admitted his mistake.

"I ignore your feelings, ignore the glory of our minotaurs. I don't deserve it..."

"Moo, Patriarch, stop talking nonsense, give orders, what should we do. ”

Caesar, who was interrupted, was not pretentious, and scanned the circle of calves present with a determined gaze. At this moment, he really can't say, can't say that you don't have combat experience in large corps, and you don't have complete equipment to protect yourself...

Caesar only lifted his totem pole with one hand and made a trick of moosing. In the tradition of the Minotaurs, this means that it is just a bloody battle.

"Moo~!!!!" is the response of thousands of young minotaurs.

Glairas, who was talking to the scout owl on the side, her scalp tingled from the loud noise, and she quickly covered her ears and looked at the big men who looked like they were holding a cult assembly in disgust.

Only then she covered her mouth and chuckled, and at the same time couldn't help but spit out: "A bunch of muscular hot-blooded fools." ”

That especially tall stupid leader, has he considered informing the Second Legion of the current situation in order to properly adjust the battle plan? It seems that no, no, you must not go on missions with this guy in the future, you have to think too much about him, and you will be tired of an elf.

More than 3,000 minotaurs gathered behind Caesar, following his tall figure firmly forward, facing the smoke and dust that had appeared in the field of vision, gradually speeding up, to Gleras's surprise, the original scattered steps of the minotaurs gradually unified in the process of charging, and the sound of the trembling huge hooves on the ground was neatly like a person.

Glareas climbed onto the back of the Kodomon and watched with interest the purple circle of light spreading under Caesar's feet, having heard that the Minotaur's endurance aura had a collective blessing effect, and now this coordinated pace of charge was also the effect of some kind of aura?

The Minotaurs do not retreat in the dictionary, and they are physically strong enough to support a style of fighting on foot, even if the sheep cavalry who are also adept at running are in the field of vision.

It is hard to imagine that in the face of cavalry, the Minotaur adjusted the queue and pace so quickly, and Caesar no longer thought about the comparison of each other's forces, the proficiency of cooperation, and other factors, at this time he was a warrior who led the charge.

Glareas didn't stand very tall, and she could see far away, after all, the dark elf's eyesight advantage was there, and she saw that she raised the barrel in her hand high, and after injecting magic power, a ball of red light rushed into the air with her tail.

"Ahem, so I hate this thing the most, and I don't know if it's bad for the trachea. Phew. "Glareas was choked to death, and when she got the signal...

At the moment before the engagement, Caesar thought in his mind, "No wonder there is a special person to guide his retreat route, and there are also cards and guards to prevent wandering around, because he is afraid of exposing the ambush position." ”

If you look down from the sky at this time, you will find that this flat land suitable for cavalry charging is actually the ground under the feet of the pursuers, and the shrubs and woods of different heights on both sides are not conducive to the cavalry's play, and this flat land is quite wide, and the pursuers will unconsciously avoid obstacles and adjust the queue to the appropriate terrain.

After Glalath's signal was given, the ambush soldiers hiding in the obstacles on both sides poured fire without hesitation, Caesar's minotaur recoil was not in the front part of the embossed front, the sheep cavalry was in the lower half of the belly, and the ambush soldiers, just in the vertical position on both sides of the belly, did not have to worry about accidentally injuring the friendly soldiers.

If there is the kind of fierce man who can shoot through the cavalry array from his own position and accidentally injure the friendly troops on the opposite side, remember to introduce it to Glairas, this kind of fierce man is a talent, and it must be the protagonist of the world in the novel, but it can't be buried in the small Fifth Support Brigade of the Second Legion.

The sheep cavalry, whose original target was the Minotaur, did not expect that the always arrogant Dark Elves would actually adopt an ambush method of warfare! After all, the arrogant and conceited Dark Elves like to repel the enemy head-on? After saying that, the Dark Elves will only defend themselves according to the danger? This place is so far away from the so-called Quesas, there is an ambush!

The sheep cavalry who had not been rested all the way was already a little tired, and the sudden flank attack and the recoil of the minotaurs were not in the script, and the order that Sipp White received was to catch up with the traitors and strangle them on the spot, and the information in his hand was impressively recorded, the other party only had less than a thousand guards, considering that the minotaurs were all warrior races who had received military training since childhood, in addition to the old and weak, there were only five thousand combatable soldiers, and the number of minotaurs who recoil in front of him was less than five thousand, but what was the flank strike?

The dark elves dared to leave the forest? It seems that it was still a simple archer ambush?

Sipp White immediately reacted and continued to encircle and suppress the minotaurs with superior forces, and at the same time ordered the flank cavalry to turn on the spot and break through the obstacles on both sides to eliminate the Dark Elf archers, if they continued to shoot down, his 10,000 or so people would be left with no bones. The subsequent Rhino Heavy Step and the Tiger and Leopard Samurai had to skin themselves alive.

The height of the sheep clan is much shorter than that of the centaur, riding on the characteristic mount water chestnut sheep, which is not as high as Caesar's chest, and there is no way to compete with the minotaur in individual combat power, but the sheep clan has an advantage, they can go berserk again on the basis of berserk. The orcs are nicknamed horn madness internally, because the sheep clan who are berserk for the second time can not only use the fork in their hands as a weapon, but more often they like to use the horns on their heads for close-quarters combat.

However, this kind of second-degree rage is not working well now, and only the trait of not being afraid of death is still in play. The arm span of the minotaur and the attack range of the totem are really not something that these sheep-headed people can make up for with their forks, not to mention that their task is only to harass, delay the retreat speed of the minotaur, and buy time for the follow-up main force.

The sheep cavalry who rushed towards the plant obstacles on both sides will never forget in their lives that those abominable shrubs and woods are all alive! They will trip the brave water chestnut sheep with their rattans, and the trees will suddenly turn around and shoot the noble sheep cavalry with their branches!

The cunning dark elves must have hidden the plant magician in the ambush team! Only the cunning dark elves would fight in such a shameless way, and the noble orcs disdain to deceive!

"Hey, your uncle! It's kind of a pain to come out and fight! What kind of hero is hiding in it and putting hidden arrows!" "Elven archery is not a decoration after all, and it is often sharp arrows that are ushered in by shouting.

Lifting the camouflage on their heads, the dark elves rushed out of what appeared to be a huge pit beneath the ground, and responded to the cries. The archers pouring out of the ambush pits on both sides turned the dark arrows into open arrows.

Different from the First Legion considering comprehensive operations, the Second Legion was originally positioned as a tactical offensive corps, with five combat brigades of 25,000 people, two long-range support brigades, one archery brigade, one guards assault brigade, and one horned eagle beast air cavalry brigade, each brigade has its own independent magic support group, and the magic support group is divided into two, a coordination group and a bombardment group.

The heavy cavalry of the first legion was successfully formed by relying on the Gruba, and the archers of the second legion and the eagle beast air cavalry brigade were formed with the strong support of Stormwind City.

As for the Hippogriff... The Storm Lords, who are rich and well-armed, don't mind changing more sugar to change the living experience of the people under them.

With the help of the natural magician and the mount, the archer cavalry quickly solved the small group of sheep cavalry who intended to harass, during which it was not that there were no sheep cavalry trying to return fire with bows and arrows, it can only be said that the attack soldiers of the dark elves can make better use of obstacles, and the accuracy of bows and arrows is also higher, which is doomed to the failure of the sheep cavalry harassment attack.

The sheep cavalry of the frontal assault is not miserable, and the loss of impact speed also loses the intensity of the charge, and the minotaur will be chaotic with the formation of the sheep cavalry with flesh and blood, and the assault guards who should have undertaken the sniper task naturally have no time to go around the opponent's back, and after temporary adjustment, they will be killed from the flanks under the cover of the archers, and the position of the direct kill is bleating, and the wailing continues.

The battle did not last long, and the casualties of the Second Guards Army were even more limited. Except for the temporary replacement of the original Guards Assault Brigade with Minotaur infantry, there was nothing unexpected, and this ambush position had been set up a long time ago, not for the sheep cavalry alone.

With Moon's original idea, Gruba could effectively communicate with plants and even command them, and with his help, it would be enough to establish a defense system with the Cobalt Blue Shirt as a barrier. It's just that later, with the excellent performance of the Minister of Agriculture Tifa, the cobalt blue shirt suddenly became extremely important from a very important thing, and the grafting production of moon ice, hybridization, and the greenhouse crop plant that is about to be put into use all need cobalt blue shirts. This made Moon feel that it was too wasteful to put them at the forefront of the territory, and it was an unbearable loss to destroy any of them.

Under this stingy and realistic guiding ideology, the General Staff proposed a defense system against the enemy outside the territory, which is highly efficient and has little risk, and should not be easily abandoned, but there is no danger around the deep blue forest. Then make your own...

So there was a slightly miserable encounter with the sheep cavalry. It's not that Moon or the staff or Caesar have a clever plan, it's just that the established position is put into use, and the other party didn't expect it or saw it.

The swift end of the battle gave Caesar and the Second Legion more time to clean up the battlefield, and the iron fork took away! The live water chestnut sheep were taken away! The dying sheep cavalry was mended! The half-dead sheep cavalry was taken away! Catching slaves was also meritorious, although it was still necessary to ask someone to treat them, and the merit was not so much! As for the living, let alone take away! Take away! The leather armor of the sheep cavalry? The taste is a little foul, and Quezas is not short of leather armor, don't!

So nearly 10,000 sheep bleated, and it didn't take much effort to annihilate them.

Two long-range support groups withdrew from the ambush position, the Archers and Guards Assault Brigade and Caesar also retreated to the Deep Blue Forest in an orderly manner, and as for the Eagle Beast Cavalry Brigade, which had never found a chance to appear... Caesar didn't know where they were.

The so-called main force that had belatedly appeared in Caesar's sight, the strong Rhino Clan heavy infantry, and the capable Tiger Clan Leopard Clan warriors, although they were similar in number to the sheep cavalry, but the feeling they brought to Caesar was not the same.

Those are the fighters who can really compete with themselves.

Caesar cared about another problem, that is, from another direction, the bear warriors and wolf cavalry under the gold-inlaid lion appeared in sight.

"Moo, Simba's shriveled calf is really annoying, and he is indispensable every time he is not happy. Caesar spat viciously, smashing the totem to the ground with a thud.

Through the sheep-headed corpses everywhere, a tiger roar was deafening, and the three tiger warriors separated the rhinoceros and walked to the front of the queue.

"Caesar, you traitor!huh~~~"

"......" Caesar really didn't react at this time, just talking, what do you mean? As for the traitor or something, Caesar didn't care at all. Moon said, people nowadays, I don't know if they remember the teacher is famous too deeply, and they like to buckle the other party's hat first, as if they don't have a name for the teacher.

"You coerced the refugees to defect to Hei Yao, and now you have done such a deplorable thing again, intending to coerce the Minotaur to defect! I have never seen such a brazen cow!Whoa~~~!!"

Caesar was not good at words, and he was so angry that he had nothing to say, so he simply pointed at the other party and hooked his fingers.

"Hey, the one on the other side, didn't you label them traitors a long time ago? Isn't it normal for them to meet up with each other and work together? What do you have to be embarrassed about? Are you still brazen? Did you move your head and didn't take your brain flower with you? It is recommended that if you don't want it, you can give it to those in need, at least, you can also burn the hot pot. Glaira's crisp voice didn't have much momentum, but, it just seemed to be okay.

The tiger man on the opposite side of the straight air stomped his feet.

It was in this situation that several parties could see clearly that a wolf cavalry rushed out under the banner of a gold-inlaid lion, holding a small flag and slowly approaching the Tiger Clan troops.

"Oh after. Caesar turned his head, spread his hands, and said to Glerath: "It seems that your scolding has given the lion clan and the tiger clan the opportunity to get us together. ”

"Ahem! The mission is not over yet, you are still my commander! This pot has to be carried by you. Glaelas jumped off the Kodomon and walked away without looking back.