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Before leaving Odus, Rosie paid special attention to Hogg, but he left Odus one step ahead of Rossi. It is said that they want to cooperate with the gods who have come from the vassals, and fight for Jerut together, and fight against the secondary and lower gods of the other side.

His mother, Goddess Aurora, was a madman, and no one would be willing to put her children in danger in a normal mother, but this madman was always trying to create all kinds of dangerous conditions for Hogg. Although her approach cannot be accurately assessed by outsiders, the traces of Hogg's growth over the years quietly show that under this pressure, he has grown far faster than his peers.

Among the demigods, Hogg is probably the best of all of Jerut.

It's just that Rosie still couldn't figure out why Goddess Dawn didn't give him a few godheads and directly promoted him to the level of a middle god or a high god, since Hogg was already so powerful, wouldn't that be better?

No matter how powerful a demigod is, he is only a demigod, not a complete god. Ingenitally, it is weaker than those gods, and the existence of the godhead makes up for the lack of gods in some aspects, and also makes the most powerful gods perform better than an ordinary demigod.

This time, there were three heroes accompanying him, and the god-king meant that it was in full bloom, directly forcing Jettel and Jerut to have a decisive battle. It seems that he realized some magic weapon for victory from the decisive battle with Huite, and the desire to force the other party to fight a decisive battle is particularly fierce.

Rossi was accompanied by a commander of 10,000 men, two legions of 20,000 men, plus three heroes and a siege beast, which was enough to force the defenders to abandon the protection of the city walls and go to the plains to fight out. This is not a mountain range, and the endless plains are the best place for siege beasts to use their abilities. Once the city is broken, the pressure on the defenders will increase dramatically, and at the same time, the morale and morale of the army will also drop significantly.

Instead of being put in a sack and beaten with a stick, it is better to put the people and horses out of the way, and everyone fights and decides.

The march was no interesting thing, and Rossi had three cavalry teams in his hands, plus two cavalry from another legion that accompanied him, for a full five thousand cavalry. Everyone is optimistic about this battle.

The thing of fighting a war is definitely getting more and more familiar with it, and the more you don't fight, the more you are born. The Yeluts who have fought repeatedly have long become old oilers, and it is not easy to deal with a Jettel?

It took only five days for Rossi's target to come into view.

The city wall more than ten meters high is simple and solemn, and it appears in front of everyone's eyes in front of the rising sun.

There is also a general above Rossi, who can be regarded as the commander-in-chief of this operation. This man's name was Fonres, and he had been a general since Jerut was not founded, and he was a general in a very typical style of legion warfare in this era.

When the army arrives at the city, Rosie is unexpectedly called in front of him by Fengruis. The gray-haired veteran, who was in his fifties, looked at Rosie carefully before saying, "I heard that you did very well in Leria, and your bald head showed off to me many times. Originally, I was going to talk to you when I was on the road, but after thinking about it, I forgot it. The meaning of his words is not complicated.

If Rosie was summoned alone during the march to communicate privately, it would inevitably cause something to grow in the hearts of the other captain. After all, everyone is a captain, and you don't have more heads than me, so why do the generals want to communicate with you alone? Do they think I'm not qualified enough, or do they think I'm stupid? Why don't you let me participate too?

The military is different from other institutions in that its management requirements are more stringent, and mistakes cannot be easily made.

At this time, in front of the battle, in front of many people, and the battle that was about to start, Fengruith didn't need to think about it anymore. He asked, "Do you have any good ideas, like setting a fire or something?"

Rosie smiled dumbly, this plain fire is different from fire prevention in the mountains, the trees are thick, and they also contain a lot of water, and there is a process of spreading. In the autumn grassland, everything is silent, and everywhere you see is dead grass that has lost its moisture. A few sparks can start a sea of fire, and even if you ride a wolf beast, you can't outrun the speed of the fire, who dares to set it on fire easily?

He could only shake his head, "You can't set fire, and you have to beware of the other party's fire, once the fire is raging, we have no way out." He didn't want to be forced to siege the city by the flames, too passive, and the casualties would increase.

Fengreis was a little disappointed, and he had to blame the bald head for blowing Rosie out of his head, so as to prove his wisdom from the opposite side. Rossi didn't have any constructive comments at this time, which gave Fengreth a feeling that it was better to meet than to be famous.

He smiled and waved Rossi away, sending messengers to deliver the war letter into the city. It is said that it is a war letter, but it is better to say that it is a letter of persuasion, Yelut's army pressed the border, and the gods were tied up again, and the city became an isolated island. If Fengruis really ignores the gossip of others, and if he is thick-skinned, he can besiege this city to death.

However, it is clear that the other side is not willing to surrender like this, and they choose to open the city gate and face the Jerutes face each other.

The mighty three legions were pulled out and divided into more than ten phalanxes, large and small, and in the most elite legion drama, other miscellaneous soldiers were in the side position, echoing the main legion.

Jeruth's side also laid out the horses, which were divided into seven phalanxes, of which two were cavalry and five were infantry.

Truth be told, this kind of fight made Rossi feel stupid, too rigid, and inflexible. But the war of this era is like this, everyone stands in line and then collides with each other, and the crowded, well-equipped, and high-morale directly crush each other and win. There was no tactical and artistic command, Rosie wanted to open his mouth several times, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. He is only a commander now, not a general, and if he does it according to his method, the effect is not as useful as such a stupid collision, and he will definitely not be able to please him when he goes back.

Driven by trumpets and war drums, the two sides began to advance slowly, until the vanguard army was the first to huddle together.

The shield formed a solid shield wall, and between the shield and the shield, Changge continued to expand and contract. The two sides fought very harmoniously, and people kept falling and people filling up. When Jeruth's cavalry phalanx began to move, the situation finally changed.

The cavalry of the two phalanxes rushed straight towards the flanks of the other side, and the rabble rushed away, then turned their horses' heads and began to attack the opponent's central main phalanx.

Rossi stayed in the rear, watching carefully. The enemy's phalanx lacked flexibility and mobility, and had been entangled by the elite legions of the Jelutian side, unable to make changes in time, and was directly cut off by the two cavalry phalanxes and divided into two parts. The front was surrounded, and the defeat was only in an instant. The legions behind were still standing still, not knowing what they wanted to do.

Perhaps they wanted to save their compatriots in front of them, or perhaps they went to war to die generously.

In short, this battle was spectacular and tragic, but it was difficult to raise people's momentum.