Mira was puzzled: "How could she lose so badly?"

Conzes was full of shame: "Those Gipps who led the way used themselves as bait to lead us to death together, and when we finally escaped from the quicksand pit, we were met by the desert coalition again, and the situation was suddenly eroded out of control." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's been a long journey from the desert to here, how did you escape back?"

"They didn't push us too hard, they just drove us back like sheep, and it looked like they were going to drive us all down the river. ”

"What about Master Kempinski, let him come out and organize resistance, this mess will still be wiped out." ”

Kangzes said in a low voice: "Actually, I didn't see my lordship, just now I passed on a false order, in order to ensure the order of crossing the river. ”

Under the restraint of the cavalry, or more precisely under the threat of sabers, the routs began to form their formations, and some of the seriously wounded began to slowly cross the pontoon bridge. One by one, they lost their armor, panicked, anxious like fish in the net, panicked like frightened birds, and their mental state seemed worse than that of the Gipps refugees.

As he commanded the procession, Conzes asked, "Have you anything to eat?" I haven't eaten for two days. ”

Seeing the two cold steamed buns that Mira had found, all the routs turned their heads, their eyes eagerly as if they had seen relatives they hadn't seen for many years. Mira gasped: "It can't be that so many people haven't eaten, right?

Kangzes gnawed on the steamed bun and said: "Don't talk about food, even the magic cannon has been lost, you look at my war horse, they are all out of shape with hunger." However, since the ferry has not been lost, we have stabilized our position here, and maybe there is still a chance to counterattack, as long as we ....... ”

As he spoke, a large knight squeezed out of the crowd and shouted, "Who is in charge here?"

Conzes immediately raised his hand: "It's me, I'm Conzes, the leader of the 14th Cavalry Squad." ”

The big knight looked at him: "Very good, now that I have taken over here, you, with your people, will immediately go to the rear to set up defenses, and the sand thieves will chase after them." In order to bring more fighters back to the homeland and bring them home, you must withstand five, no, seven hours. ”

Mira lost her voice and said, "Seven hours? How is it possible? There is no danger here at all, and there are not many people under Conzes. ”

The big knight looked Mira up and down: "Mercenary, very good, your people have also been requisitioned, go to the back immediately, now." ”

The air was filled with a thick smell of sweat and a faint smell of blood, which made Mira almost vomit. In a trance, Mira heard someone calling for herself, and when she looked closely, Singh, the captain of the watermill who had traveled all the way, had a white cloth wrapped around his arm and was gesturing vigorously at her.

Mira squeezed through and saw Singh squatting under a low eaves with a dozen men, looking very embarrassed, but there were no obvious scars, and there were no missing arms or legs. Mira was about to speak, but Singh opened his mouth first: "Mira, you make arrangements, we have to cross the river first." “

Mira was stunned, looked at the one-eyed beside her, and said slowly: "I can't help this, the ferry has been managed by the military, so I can only take turns to go there in the order of the number of troops." ”

Singh looked back and whispered, "Master Kempinski is on our team, we must cross the river immediately." ”

"What?" Mira was startled, and followed Singh's gaze, and sure enough, she saw Kempinski with a sluggish face, and several dusty barbarians around him, and the old shaman also smiled and nodded at herself. Mira suddenly became happy: "Since your Excellency is here, please go out and preside over the situation immediately, I believe that as long as your Excellency ascends to the heights, our army will definitely boost its morale and defeat the sand thieves." ”

Singh shook his head like a rattle: "No, we met Master Kempinski on the way to retreat, and he was completely broken down at that time, and it was the protection of these barbarians that he was able to fight his way out." Now the adults are also deeply remorseful, and they don't dare to go out to meet people, let alone speak out to command the army. ”

Mira scratched her scalp: "That will be troublesome, so let's let the foodie take you over, he is very good with the old pawns of the ferry, see if they can do anything." ”

"What about you, what are you going out there for?"

Mira smiled: "I just received a new mission, we have to go to the back to block the pursuit of the sand pirates." ”

Singh stood up and gave a military salute to Mira, and the old shaman, after listening to the translator's words, also came over and touched the top of Mira's head, untied a snail shell-like artifact and hung it on Mira's chest.

Conzes expressed strong dissatisfaction with Mira's belated arrival, he pointed to several corpses in the dust in front of him and sighed: "A small group of rangers chased too close just now, and we made a counter-charge, if you can arrive in time, maybe you can leave all of that group here." It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

At the same time, on a barren hill not far away, a bald man sighed after receiving the news of the Ranger's return: "It seems that those Gipps have not fulfilled their promise." Alas, although we didn't have much hope for them in the first place, if they could really capture the ferry and cut off the return route of the Imperial army, then we could annihilate all these people here. It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

He raised his hand and said: "Urge the rear team to speed up, even if it cannot be completely annihilated, drive most of the enemy troops down the Mudu River to feed the fish." ”

Under Conzes's command, the soldiers dismantled the Gipps barracks into fragments of earth and built them into improvised fortifications. With a gloomy face, Night Feather watched his familiar grass and trees being trampled to pieces by countless pairs of military boots, and he looked worriedly at the place where Sharanbova was hiding, in order to calm the girl down, he had knocked her unconscious with his own hands just now, hoping that she would be able to survive this war disaster smoothly.

At first, Conzes often led his men to jump out of the fortifications to hunt down approaching rangers, but when the black-cloaked camel cavalry appeared on the battlefield, Conzes retreated to defend in peace. He hurriedly argued: "Those Mamluks are the nemesis of cavalry, and our horses will run and jump wildly when they smell the smell of camels. Mira nodded in full understanding.

Black Mamluks roamed the front of the battle like ghosts, behind them were the Anubis guards in wolf-head masks, a dozen dragon-sized desert lizards covered the sky, and a row of kings of hills as tall as castle towers crushed forward side by side surrounded by dwarves. Mira stared blankly at these war machines that can only be seen in legends and murals, and couldn't help but glance in the direction of the ferry, if Master Kempinski hadn't escaped, Mira would be willing to give him a knife, how could he not let the boss be easily captured by the enemy, right?

Conzes's nails were dug deep into his palms, and for seven hours, with the hundreds of men they had gathered on the spot, the hastily erected fortifications could hold back for ten minutes before they knelt down to thank the heavens. Perhaps, a random slap from the king of the hill and a random breath from the desert lizard will make you go up in smoke. Damn, if the magic cannon hadn't been thrown away, and the champion knights hadn't all fallen into the bunker, how would these big guys dare to be so arrogant.

Fear weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, and some soldiers began to cry quietly, but many more clutched their weapons and calmly looked at the other side, calmly welcoming the arrival of death.

As soon as Conzes gave the order, all the archers shot the feathered arrows in their hands at the same time, and the scream of the long arrows breaking through the air immediately filled the heavens and the earth, and the rain of arrows was like a continuous silk thread in the sky to form a black and white brocade, the black is the shaft of the arrow, and the white is the feather.

The sudden shot caused no small casualties to both the Mamluks and Abinus, but the desert lizard and the king of the hill were so thick-skinned that the arrow wounds were not even skin wounds to them. Perhaps annoyed by these little bugs, a king of the hill roared angrily and threw the hammer of Thor in his hand. The hammer the size of a carriage smashed everything in its way in an instant, and several soldiers who didn't have time to run away were smashed into meat sauce, blood pouring out from under the shattered bunker.

The King of the Hill raised his hand, and Thor's hammer slowly flew back into his hand, and Night Feather jumped onto the cover with a sudden attack, and shot several arrows into the eyes of the King of the Hill, and the King of the Hill let out an earth-shattering roar, and was blinded by one eye.

All the kings of the hill roared at the same time, and threw their hammers forward in unison, the sound of bursting air almost cracking their eardrums. Both One-Eye and Conzes yelled that it was not good, and ordered everyone to quickly withdraw from the fortifications.

Since the time when the arrows rained down just now, Mira seemed to have entered a trance, perhaps every rookie who came to the battlefield for the first time would lose his soul because of such a bloody fighting scene. Mira's eyes were wide open, but he couldn't seem to see anything clearly, and he could barely hear anything, and he felt that he was in the middle of the battlefield and seemed to be outside the battlefield. Mira could see One-Eye eagerly yelling at herself, gesturing fiercely, but he couldn't hear a word, he didn't feel it at all.

A figure swept by, pushing the stunned Mira out of the way and pushing his wandering soul back into his body. Mira looked back woodenly and saw Nightfeather lying on the ground in a blur of flesh and blood, a huge hammer that had smashed his lower half of his body to pieces. Night Feather struggled to get up, but after all, she only spat out a few mouthfuls of dark blood.

Mira stood dumbfounded, wanting to cry, but there was not a single tear, she wanted to scream, but she only opened her mouth wide and couldn't make a sound, he knelt down and took Night Feather's hand.

Night Feather was laughing, spitting blood while laughing, "I must not die here, Tris is still at home waiting for me to go back." His tears quickly flowed: "But I'm going to die here, and I'll never see my Tracey again." He pinched Mira's fingers fiercely: "You promised me to help me find the golden dragon grass." Seeing Mira's busy nod, Night Feather's eyes moved away from Mira's face and cast it into the distant sky, and he let out a long breath: "What a blue sky." ”

Mira waited quietly for a moment, then reached out and closed Nightfeather's godless eyes, he felt that his eye sockets were sore, as if something was about to leak out, he felt a pain in his head, as if something was about to explode. Mira held her head in her hands and fell on top of Nightfeather, crying silently.