When the sun rose to the highest position in the sky, the battle was over, and the clashing of weapons and screams and wails came to an end.

Even when the Aztec warriors completely broke down and fled in all directions, they had more than 2,000 people left, and if they really scattered and fled, they would not be able to contain them with all of Feng Longde's current manpower, but when they ran a distance, they were told by the sound of violent explosions in two directions that this way was impassable.

The fire-based magic thunderbolt placed by Caroline before the battle finally played its due role, and once the pressure was triggered, the fire-type magic mine that exploded violently and burned burned to kill many Aztec warriors who tried to escape from both sides of the battlefield, causing the rest of the people to divert their flight.

However, from the direction they came, the earth-water composite magic muddy swamp also released by Caroline did not dissipate on its own due to the exhaustion of elemental magic, and many Aztec warriors who wanted to return from the original path fell into a state of difficulty again, and then were targeted by Qiluno who was looking for soft persimmons everywhere to pinch them, and a chaotic and colorful barrage of light bombarded them either dead or injured, or was bitten by a dark night man-eating monster and cried dad and called mother, snot and tears flowed out a lot, and some were really scared to pee their pants or scared out of Xiang

Oh yes, it seems that the Aztecs didn't have the habit of wearing pants

After sealing the entire battlefield with Caroline's placement magic and her and the mobile blockade of the elves, all the Aztec warriors fell into despair. There are unstoppable Boghall troops in front of them, muddy swamps that are difficult to walk behind, and there are all places of death on the left and right that don't know if the next kick will cause them to be blown up from the inside out, plus the black monsters (Guard Knights) who are half human and half deer with strange weapons and use strange weapons to stir up blood and stumps, it can be said that it is a complete dead end.

On this psychological pressure of certain death. In addition to a few Aztec warriors who had completely collapsed and stayed in place, waiting to be killed in vain, many more gathered together and launched a final desperate counter-charge against the Boghall soldiers who rushed up in formation.

Although the courage was commendable, but tactically it was still impossible to get rid of the word stupid - not to mention the fact that the Boghall riflemen, who fought in a straggler line, did not run when they saw that the situation was not good, and the phalanx formed by the Boghall pikemen was not afraid of the charge and hand-to-hand combat in the face of light and heavy cavalry, and when these Aztec warriors, who still had a trace of courage, had just assembled in a dense formation and began to charge at the Boghall soldiers, Von Longde, seeing such a great opportunity, once again retracted the pulley steel crossbow to the back of the saddle. Picking up a one-handed battle axe, he summoned all the knights of the guard and began to backstab them.

In the face of the Teutons' front and rear attacks, the last bit of resistance of the Aztec warriors was wiped out, and all that remained was the tedious work of cleaning up the battlefield and eliminating the remaining Aztec warriors who might be hiding, but it took several times as long to solve them as the actual battle, so it was not officially completed until after noon.

When Yarman and other guards knights led all the Boghall soldiers to count the results and spoils of this battle, Feng Longde had to sigh that war was indeed the fastest direct economic source of money: if the last defeat of Abdullah's group of Arab troops was a great gain, then the annihilation of more than 10,000 Aztec soldiers this time could be regarded as a large piece of pie falling from the sky that was enough to smash himself and others!

In addition to the hapless Aztec warriors who were killed by the Guards Knights during their charge, trampled to death by undead horses, smashed by heavy weapons, and beaten out of shape by magic and barrage, Feng Longde had nearly 9,000 complete corpses to start with this time. Even the corpses that were beaten up by various attacks can be dismantled and dismantled, and then two or three hundred bodies can be pieced together to make a living body, and the rest that cannot be used can be brought back to serve as Lumia's rations and snacks, so that she can sometimes go out to attack humans; the rest are all kinds of ornaments on the bodies of these Aztec warriors, and there are countless animal skins and bird feathers unique to Mesoamerica that have been captured, from those Aztec jaguar warriors, The Aztec eagle warriors and Aztec priests also looted a large number of scattered gold ornaments and gems of various varieties, including jade commonly used in ancient American civilizations, and these various valuables were quite large, and the knights of the guard and the Burghall soldiers had to work hard to sort them out and pack them into the wagons.

The harvest is quite lucrative. But the same losses were enough to make Von Longde a little painful: seventeen Burghall pikemen were killed in battle, and forty-nine Burghall pikemen and riflemen were now in the category of light and serious wounded. The 300-strong Boghall troops can be said to have lost one-fifth of their combat effectiveness, and the rest of the Boghall soldiers who were neither killed in battle nor turned into light or seriously wounded were basically all with all kinds of small injuries and bruises.

In addition, in addition to the Aztec warriors who had resisted fiercely before, the Knights of the Guards and the Boghall soldiers also captured a group of others who tried to escape or pretend to be dead. For captured Aztec warriors. Feng Longde directly made a thumbs down gesture with his right hand: If it were guys like Abdullah who came from a country with a brilliant culture, Feng Longde wouldn't mind capturing them after giving a hard blow, and then find a way to slowly integrate them into his own camp, but in the face of these Aztecs, who are not bad but have developed too far and have such a barbaric religion? Feng Longde thought to himself that there was no better way to deal with them than to slaughter them all as raw materials for the source of the corpses.

Let them go? Without even thinking about this idea, Feng Longde threw it directly to the Jawa country: this batch of Aztec prisoners of war were all powerful warriors, and there were quite a few of them. If they were to be released irresponsibly, they would have infiltrated and roamed the local environment, and then migrated around like wild beasts, and with their religious beliefs, Von Rond was sure that they would find a way to attack the lone human inhabitants if they had the chance. And the fate of the latter being caught is naturally self-evident.

After receiving Von Ronde's orders, Yarman happily pulled all the Aztec prisoners of war into the distance, and let some of the Boghall riflemen, who had not experienced face-to-face combat other than shooting, use them as bayonet targets.

Feng Longde did not stop Yarman from being cruel to his enemies in different ways: after the first killing, he vomited in the alley looking for a trash can for a long time and gradually got used to killing people in two high-intensity battles, and he knew very well how much psychological pressure an ordinary person who had basically not seen the blood shed a few times in his previous life would be when he brandished a weapon and slashed and pierced a living person, especially when he had not yet experienced personal pain. During World War II, the Japanese army used live people to train recruits to train their courage, in order to make recruits break out hysterically on the battlefield, rather than dying in vain because of a slight hesitation.

Feng Longde, who was sitting on the grass, took off the demon ring-winged barrel helmet and breathed in the fresh air mixed with a lot of blood, and at the same time coldly looked at the complicated expressions of the Boghall riflemen holding the Mauser 98k rifles with bayonets on them at the moment when they raised the body of the guns, most of them almost stabbed their first knives with their eyes closed, and then they stabbed and stabbed and stabbed all over their bodies!

Killing people is actually very enjoyable, and it is very addictive just like drugs—this is what Feng Longde learned from reading a book about mental health in the war zone when he was reading various miscellaneous books, in the midst of brutal combat. Recruits who have survived the first battle and killed the enemy with their own hands can be said to have some hidden dangers of psychological problems. In order to solve this hidden danger, Feng Longde's policy on this is to let Yarman and other battle-hardened knights take charge of their psychological enlightenment, after all, they are all from the past, and they know how to solve this aspect better than themselves, a relatively new recruit.

After executing all the Aztec prisoners of war and carrying their bodies to the wagon, Von Rond rode his immortal horse around the battlefield, and suddenly found that only one of the two Burghall company commanders remained, the captain of the Burghall riflemen company who had been promoted from the Germanic recruits, and the other was the former Huadu college student who he had occasionally saved on the way of rethinking and who had finally been promoted to the captain of the Burghall pikeman company, but he was nowhere to be found.

"What about Zhu Henghong?" asked Feng Longde, who walked over to a Berghall pikeman who was carrying trophies.

"Dead in battle," replied the Boghall pikeman with a blank face. Then he looked down and gestured to the spot where a group of other Boghall pikemen was approaching not far away.

Seeing Feng Longde riding his horse over, those Boghall pikemen consciously gave way to a path. At the end of the path, in the center of the clearing, lay a corpse covered in blood, a broken kite-shaped shield and a half-sword broken in two.

Sighing silently, Feng Longde turned over and got off the immortal stead, walking towards Zhu Henghong's corpse.

After Feng Longde walked to Zhu Henghong's corpse and carefully probed it with a soul scan, he found that Zhu Henghong had no obvious vital injuries on his body. There were only some skin abrasions on his face exposed outside the chainmail bandana and steel pot-shaped helmet, and the real fatal injuries were all on the various bruises on Zhu Henghong's torso, which were obviously due to the blunt blows of the Aztec warriors' obsidian-inlaid weapons that caused a large number of fractures and internal organs to crack and rupture his internal organs, resulting in him being finally shocked and hammered to death by a group of Aztec warriors.

Looking at Zhu Henghong's face that maintained a rare fierce expression and opened angrily when he died, suddenly. It was as if a violent force slammed into Feng Longde's chest, making him stand stunned in place.

"Uh, Your Majesty"

"That's what you need to call when you're training, just call your name directly. ”

"Okay, Feng Longde, is it really okay for you to watch the Fantasy Wanhua Mirror in this place?"

"If there is any problem, I will look at this to prove that I am not out of touch with modern society. ”

"Feng Longde, we're in Gensokyo now!!Is it really old to watch oriental animation in Gensokyo?!"

"It's just a pastime, does it mean that if you and I fall into the world of Resident Evil, you can't watch zombie movies?"

“”

"Then again, do you have any thoughts about staying in Gensokyo, staying in my camp and obeying my commands?"

"Well, yes, but it sounds ridiculous, so I won't tell you about it, so I don't have to laugh at it. ”

"Whatever you want, then tomorrow your training will be doubled. ”

"You won, uh, in fact, I just thought that since I can be luckier than most people to have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, why don't I try to take an unusual path? Maybe I can also have a wonderful life and experience, which is much better than the established path that I can figure out if I think about it casually in the future, and I also have a little dream, hoping that with my true ability, I can break out of my own unique legend, at least worthy of the opportunity that happened to me."

“”

"Well, sure enough, this childish reason sounds ridiculous to say."

"I don't think it's ridiculous, on the contrary, I can pursue some ideals, even if it looks ridiculous, it's much better than a guy who doesn't have his own dreams and laughs at others, not to mention, I've never had this kind of thought"

"What?"

"What's your size, by the way, I still have some downloaded B station ghost animal videos here, let's take a look at this "The World's No. 1 Good Man" first!"

"Oh my ears!!"

Feng Longde slowly squatted down, slowly closed the eyelids of the former Huadu college student Chinese company leader, gently lifted his body in his arms, and walked towards a carriage dedicated to his own dead and wounded.

"Zhu Henghong and other sleeping soldiers, your life journey has not yet come to an end, death is just a temporary transit station to provide rest, your road is still very long, unimaginably long" (to be continued......)