Since the top bosses have said so, what else can the soldiers do?

So, under the condition of the group of enemies looking around, the little elite team silently moved forward! Although everyone saw that something was wrong, and everyone was holding a cold sweat in their hands, they still walked forward firmly under the calm and order of the commander!

Half a mile, a mile, a mile and a half...... They walked in horror past the front line of the ambush side, past the center of the battlefield.

"Ahaha...... It's really tiring in this weather," Townsend stood in the middle of the road and stretched a big lazy waist: "There's a spotted deer, hey! Look, everyone, it's a spotted deer!"

The guides, monkeys, captains, cooks, and soldiers all looked in the direction of Townsend's finger in confusion, and in front of them there was nothing but trees and grass, and there were ghost spotted deer!

"What are you doing in a daze? Catch it! Catch it for dinner in the evening!" Townsend waved his hand, and at the same time kicked the guide into the ditch by the side of the trade road, and ran away with him: "Quick! Spotted deer!"

Everyone instantly understood that the chief was going to take everyone away.

"Quick! Spotted deer, wow, catch a meal!" Townsend was ten meters behind the running monkey, ten meters later was the running captain, and ten meters later was the cook and the whole running spearhead: "Add food!

The guide, who was hanging a kettle, fell into the gutter, and he struggled to scream when he poured a mouthful of sewage and weeds.

"What kind of tricks are you playing? We must clean him up later!" Among the senior soldiers behind, some people scolded indignantly, unaware that a great disaster was coming. None of them knew it, and the big troops behind it didn't know even more.

The vanguard was at full speed, and had just run a distance of more than 100 meters, when everyone heard a scream of "Boom!" It should have been about a mile behind the cavalry, and at the same time as the sound of the arrows, there was also a rough and bold shout.

"Dawn Council - Illuminating the Continent!"

Hearing this majestic shout, the first reaction of the people up and down the vulture team was not vigilance, but curiosity. Someone also asked, "Sir, what is the Dawn Council?"

When asked by his subordinates, the officers of the rank of lieutenant looked confused, but the faces of the officers above the rank of colonel turned pale.

"Dawn Council - Illuminate the Continent!" Countless crowds responded to the left and right of the trade route: "Kill!"

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack - it's the rebels! Hurry up and set up defenses - ah! ! uh!" In the vulture unit, the same pale lieutenant colonel finally came to his senses, but before he could open his mouth to shout an order, he was shot from different directions by three unusually thick crossbow arrows!

The exquisite metal armor was pierced in an instant, and a large area of flesh and blood was splattered!

It's like being skewered with three bamboo skewers, and the Supreme Commander, Lieutenant Colonel, fell off his horse and died on the spot!

When they were suddenly attacked, most of the officers had not yet reacted, the knives were still in their sheaths, and the gun ropes had not been unfastened, when they saw more than a dozen "burning men" crawling out from both sides of the trade road, jumping up and down, with splashes of orange-red flames and smoke, and crashed directly into the wing headquarters!

In the loud bang, a ten-meter-high wall of fire rose from the section where the headquarters was located, rolling vertically and horizontally, and the tragic wails were connected together!

"Ability Division!" panic instantly filled the entire vulture team: "The rebels have a Ability Division!"

In the grass beside the trade road, hundreds of pieces of turf were uncovered, revealing rebel soldiers dressed in motley or no clothes at all, along with their rudimentary hunting bows—"Woo Woo!" Feathered arrows kept falling, adding another kind of panic to the vulture band!

"Dawn Council!" In the nearest grass on both sides of the trade road, stood a row of sturdy men with ** upper bodies, but bulging muscles, they carried long-handled machetes that were bright and gloomy, and their shapes and weights were extremely exaggerated: "Illuminate the Continent!"

"Fanatics!" An officer in the vulture wing recognized the origin of these enemies: "The rebels' fanatic warband!"

"Run!" a frightened shout as someone took the lead in escaping, an act that broke the Vulture United's only resistance!

"Dawn Council! Illuminating the Continent!" The berserkers took over the trade routes, standing side by side, wielding their swords as they pushed forward - they formed an emotionless, efficient, and formidable war machine. No one could stand in their way, neither spears nor swords, nor human beings and horses.

Blades of metal swirled and swirled in their hands, and warm flesh was tossed in front of them!

With an irresistible main battle array, archers and light soldiers on both sides and periphery, the vulture wings, which had lost their command, did nothing, they had been completely crushed by the rebels.

In fact, the vultures have a chance, because the rebels are not overwhelmingly superior in numbers, and the equipment is much inferior to them, and even the timing of the raid is not the best. But these subtle advantages of the vulture cannot offset the stupidity of command, nor can they offset the accumulation of mistakes from strategy to battlefield. In terms of command, in terms of spiritual will, and in the real fight, the rebels are a notch stronger than the vultures!

They are even much more cruel than vultures.

The rebel squads on the periphery drove away the remnants of the defeated generals who had lost the will to fight, drove them from the trade routes to the meadows, and from the meadows to the trade routes, without giving them any chance to gather and calm down. Just like separating livestock that they can't kill at once, they will set aside some for the slaughter of the fanatics at a given time......

A large amount of blood flowed on the pavement, collected in the trampling, flowed down the trade routes, into the ditches, and into the canals......

This kind of bloody tactic, which is precise and skillful, and requires close coordination, is used smoothly by the rebels. From this point of view, they do not look like rebels at all. Bitter farmer vagrants, can they come up with this tactic, can they calculate the throughput of the berserker warband, can they predict the changes on the battlefield, can they know the true level of the Vulture United's seemingly strong but actually sparse level?

Half an hour, only half an hour, all the formations of the vulture wing were scattered, all the officers were shot by the rebel sharpshooters, and no one could organize a resistance of more than three people! Just because the rebels had limited killing capabilities, and some of their soldiers were still running...... But everything is only a matter of time, and it can be said that from top to bottom, the vulture United is finished.

The only exception is the outpost detachment, the outpost detachment, the outpost detachment, the company officer and the soldier with a total of twenty-four men, who should have shouted a warning before the battle began, and were slaughtered by the rebels - at this moment, they are running, they are sweating, saliva, and tears, running on the smooth road to "eat and drink spicy"!

"Help--help--I am---help--