Maginot Squadron Leader is not dead. ？

But in reality he is not far from death!

On this small and narrow battlefield, the Maginot people were already surrounded by an army of orcs. Especially the Maginot Squadron Leader himself, who alone faced the encirclement of the four orcs.

A fierce orc, ignoring the large hole in his chest and abdomen, hugged Magino behind his back, making Magino unable to advance or retreat, and in front of Magino, a large axe was rigged by Magino's long sword, on the left, a mace swept across the waist, and on the right, a spear took the time to stab Magino under his ribs!

The situation is quite critical.

And looking around the entire battlefield, the battle line held by Maginot and them has been torn apart by the orcs, and has been divided into small pieces of the battlefield, and the cavalry are more or less facing the attack of several orcs, and no one can come to help their commander.

In fact, this is the third time we have been in danger today.

Maginot lost count of how many times he had repelled the orcs. He only remembered clearly that when he led the cavalry to leap through the line of the orcs, he was quickly chased by the orcs. Due to the lack of troops, he had no choice but to refuse to defend this slightly steep hill. If it weren't for the advantage of the location, they would have hated the territory long before several attacks.

Even so, Squadron Leader Maginot felt his strength run out. If it was in the past, according to the ability of its high-level knights, with only a slight shock, the fighting qi surging in the dantian would be enough to break away the orcs who surrounded him. However, now dozens of battles in a row have made his dantian empty. And his arm holding the big axe was also trembling slightly, which was already a sign of detachment.

Is it going to die today?

"Gentlemen, the battle is today!"

Maginot let out a roar of rage. The light in his eyes flashed, and the long sword in his hand suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling white light, and the long sword seemed to be overwhelmed, and it fell apart with a bang, turning into a little crumb, and stabbing the orc on the opposite side in the face!

What a Maginot squadron leader, he really lives up to his battle-hardened name!

The orc with the big axe on the opposite side fell on his back! And Magino hit the mace on the side, slightly choked the bloodshot from his mouth, a big hand grabbed the spear stabbed from the right side, and pulled it into his arms hard, the orc staggered straight to Magino's chest, and the broken sword in Magino's right hand was stabbed between the orc's chest and abdomen, and he couldn't live; and the orc behind him had already been pierced by the spear pulled by Magino, and his mouth was constantly spitting blood foam.

"Haha, come again!"

At this time, Maginot looked like a madman, let out a long smile looking up to the sky, and turned to face the last orc fiercely.

Such an opponent cannot be defeated!

The orc seemed to be frightened by something, and couldn't help but take two steps back, let out a sudden wounded howl, threw down the guy in his hand, and turned around and ran without looking back.

It seems that under the influence of this orc, or perhaps inspired by Maginow's bravery, this attack of the orc quickly retreated like a tidal wave.

Among the stumps and corpses all over the ground, Magino shook his body a few times, found the broken flagpole, and slowly stood up, looking around, a desolation welled up in his heart.

"Is there any one alive?

With his command, the corpse flipped a few times, and several people stood up one after another, staggering to gather under his banner. The deputy squadron leader limped to Maginow's side with his spear, his tone extremely bitter.

"Your Excellency, Squadron Leader, don't count. Anyone who can stand is here!"

Looking at the dozen or so blood-stained bodies supporting each other in front of him, Maginow's nose was a little sour.

Yes, everyone who can stand up is here!

Maginot ignored the words of the deputy squadron leader, endured the pain, and beat the straight chests of the young men one by one, and counted the numbers lightly.

"One, two, three....... seventeen!"

That's the end of the number, including Pierre, who wore a dress, and there were seventeen in total.

A full squadron of royal knights, in just half a day, there are only seventeen wounded ones left in front of them!

After shouting "eighteen" several times in quick succession, but no one answered, Maginow's eyes moistened.

I can't pray for more. According to the practice of the Atlantan Empire, if an army suffers thirty percent casualties, it means that the army has lost its combat effectiveness!

The lads in front of them have done everything they can.

Looking at the still immature faces, Maginot said in a deep and slow tone.

"Young men, you are worthy of the title of Royal Knights! You have done a good job, hundreds of you have resisted several sieges by thousands of orcs. I am so proud of you!"

"Now the mission is successfully completed! But we Royal Knights can't all be buried here! Now, I order, disbanded on the spot, and each of us escaped!"

His order was not approved by everyone. The crowd was silent for a moment, and suddenly a young man spoke.

"No, we're not leaving! So many of our brothers have died here! Are we still alive to run away with our tails between our legs like cowards? We can't do it! If we want to die, we will die together!"

The corners of Maginow's mouth squirmed a few times, and he wanted to say something, but was stopped by the deputy squadron leader.

"Lord Maginow, I know what you want to say. But do you think we'll be able to get out of the way? Look, the orcs are attacking again!"

With a desolate trumpet, the orcs slowly wriggled and gathered under a banner.

The orcs really don't give any way to live, not even a rest!

Looking at the dense human heads at the bottom of the mountain, Maginot felt a chill in his heart.

It seems that there is no luck today!

"Your Excellency Squadron Leader, give the order! Fight with the orcs! Anyway, today is enough! Her Royal Highness the princess will remember us!"

"Yes, fight with them!"

The crowd was surging, and everyone was slapping their chests to fight.

"Very good! Then let's die here today! We will die on the way to attack! Pass my order and prepare to attack!"

Maginot raised his broken sword, pointed to the sky, turned over and mounted his horse, and was at the forefront of the thin formation.

This time, he didn't plan to defend it!

"Brothers, rush!"

With this roar of Maginow.

The horses began to gallop, the gale howled, the ground moved backwards rapidly, and there was a sizzling explosion that pierced the air, and it was the distant projectile of the orc archers!

It's close, it's almost close!

A ball of hot blood seemed to explode in Maginow's chest, and his throat was a little itchy.

He kept shouting in his heart.

With just a few hundred more steps, they can crash headlong into the orc line, and they can fight one by one!

He seemed to see the frightened ugly faces of the orcs.

It was as if their heavy wheezing voices were heard, and the horror that could not be concealed!

"Oh my God! they're not going to die. They even dared to charge back!"

Under the golden wolf flag, there stood quietly a general wearing a golden wolf helmet, his eyes couldn't help but squint, and his right arm touched his chest, as if he was saying to Maginot.

"Out of respect for the warriors, I will personally cut off your head as my trophy!"

Haha, there are times when you are scared!?

Maginot was like a madman, and he couldn't wait to look up to the sky and laugh.

He slammed the short sword in his hand into the horse's buttocks, and the horse under him screamed and accelerated again!

The whole team uses the maginot as the arrow, forming a triangular protruding cone-shaped formation.

Closer, fifty steps!

Thirty steps!

Suddenly, Maginow's eyelids jumped.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a brother on his right leaning over the saddle with a thud, and a trembling arrow feather stuck in his throat!

The brother smiled at himself dismally, the corners of his mouth chattered, and then he turned over and fell off his horse!

The whistling wind prevented him from hearing the brother's last call.

But Maginot understood that it would be.

"Captain, brother, I'll go first! I can't fight with you!"

Maginot didn't have a tear, he just sniffed hard and muttered to himself.

"Brother, you are good to go! In a moment, I will cut two orcs and come down to accompany you. You won't feel alone!"

Twenty steps!

Maginot could clearly see that an orc in front of him clenched his pale hand and raised his axe.

Just as Maginowo lowered his body, clenched his broken sword, and began to tilt, ready to give this guy a snort.

Suddenly, there was a commotion behind the orcs, and there seemed to be a thunderous roar, which threw the rear front of the orcs into chaos. The guy on the other side looked back blankly, threw down the guy in his hand, turned around and ran.

"Hey, guys, do you guys need help?"

A lazy and somewhat mocking voice, like the roar of a dragon, shook Maginow's ears and buzzed.