Then his head was pulled by the power of the old gods, and he flew into the sky with a grin, sticking to Ferdinand's neck like a magnet, biting tightly, quickly recovering, and turning into a living man again. As soon as the head www.biquge.info of the pen & fun & was connected, his pale lips swelled with blood, and then he laughed exaggeratedly and saluted the marshal: "You can neither carry out the decapitation operation, nor annihilate my main army. Congratulations, you failed. ”

"Who said you can't annihilate your army?" snorted the marshal. The distant artillery fire stopped, proving that the battle had ended as scheduled.

The military headquarters invested two artillery brigades and three cavalry divisions, maneuvering nearly 12,000 people overnight, supplemented by dragoons to charge into battle, imploring the elven priests to participate in the battle, and strive to gather superior forces and completely annihilate the dreadnought knights in perfect terrain. This battle is in full swing. So the marshal was very confident.

Ferdinand smiled politely: "Who said that you annihilated my main army?"

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Major General Claude bent down to inspect the battlefield, and he saw a surviving fearless knight.

He walked over and lifted the armor of the dreadnought knight with his saber, and saw a young face with freckled faces gasping miserably.

Claude frowned and stared for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Please...... Please exchange me for ransom. The captive, whose life hung by a thread, trembled and raised his two fingers, a gesture of mercy.

"Are you begging for mercy?" Claude frowned, his mind in turmoil. He lowered his eyes to look down at the captive who was begging for forgiveness, and the tip of his knife moved against the young man's throat. There were so many secrets involved in this battle that he could not keep his mouth alive.

The captives showed desperate fear and closed their eyes to die.

But the tip of the knife did not penetrate the captive's throat for a long time. The captives opened their eyes in horror and saw Major General Claude baring his teeth and trembling as he clutched his saber, and his face was so frightened that he forgot to kill the prisoner.

When the captives were in fear, Claude suddenly bent down in frenzy to pick up the captive's armor, poked Whitebeard in front of the captive, and shouted with a splash of saliva: "The average divine power of the dreadnought knights is over 220, and they are at least forty years old! How can the dreadnought knights have such a young recruit as you? How can the dreadnought knights open their mouths to beg for mercy? Tell me the which unit you belong to! Where is the real Dreadnought Knights! Tell me immediately!"

Because of the annihilation of the whole army, the young captive opened his mouth in fright and made all the moves: "I belong to the 4th Brigade of the Sirisha Defense Cavalry Division, and I am licensed to use the equipment and number of the Dreadnought Knights to escort the gold throughout the process. The true Dreadnought Knights have been reduced to pieces since they entered the country, and they have disappeared into the caravans and the people!"

"Break it down...... Gone?" Claude muttered in despair, letting go of his captive, and staggering to his feet, looking at the imperial capital without a master.

He realized a terrible mistake: the good light cavalry can also wear the heavy armor of the Knights and simulate the charge of swallowing mountains and rivers, but they have limited physical strength, they can only complete one charge, and twenty minutes of battle is the limit, and they must disarm and rest after the battle; they are not like the Knights, who can wear armor all day and continue to fight.

And in the charge battle just now, the lethality mainly comes from horsepower. Because the dreadnought knights' high-quality war horses are real, everyone didn't notice that this rout of the dreadnought knights was actually impersonated by disciplined light cavalry.

Claude's heart suddenly became clear: he understood why the other side did not choose to level the artillery position, because these impersonated knights could not continue to fight, let alone have the strength to climb the hill to rush up the hills, and he understood why the dragoons had an overwhelming advantage immediately after the first wave of casualties, because the enemy's horses had lost their main means of inflicting damage when they slowed down.

He understood better why the Divine Reveal was so invincible as he could rampage through the enemy ranks.

Because they were faced with only 300 hussars of unknown origin, nothing more.

This is a frightening strategic deception. If this pretended dreadnought knight regiment pinned down three divisions, two brigades and four-fifths of the dragoons of the military headquarters, then where is the real dreadnought knights?

The invincible force, the elite army that was enough to subvert the capital, abandoned their horses and heavy swords, left behind their armor and glory, returned to their civilian status, and disappeared into the borders of the country in pieces—then, where did they go?

Major General Claude's heart was clenched into a balloon by fear.

The dragoons, who were scattered to sweep the battlefield, suddenly heard the commander's heart-rending scream: "Get on your horse!

Lu, who was biting his lip and rubbing his wrists in the shade of the tree, suddenly moved his pointed ears, frowned and saw countless dragoons galloping wildly, and urged the three cavalry divisions hoarsely: "All mount your horses! Return to the capital at full speed! Abandon the baggage! Leave the wounded behind! Gallop to the aid of the capital at full speed!"

Lu stood up, frowned and thought, "Two artillery brigades, just leave them here?"

In an instant, the surging cavalry merged into a frenzy of smoke and dust, setting off a sandstorm that devoured the grassland, and swept towards the stormy capital in the sound of rumbling horses' hooves.

Worried about Sister Victoria, Lou immediately grabbed her horse and galloped, rode alone into the torrent of cavalry, endured the noise, ate the ashes, and rushed at full speed to the golden thread on the horizon, which was the wall of the capital. (To be continued.) )