Out of nowhere, Ling Xuan shouted and pounced, and the first few Wyton Noors were instantly twisted into dust in mid-air by Ling Xuan's scimitar, stepping over the broken corpses, and after slashing a stunned Wyton Noel soldier, Ling Xuan rushed to Garan's side, which was full of all kinds of weapons.

"Garan-" In a hoarse voice, Ling Xuan knelt down, ignoring the enemy soldiers standing around him, he reached out and touched the gradually cold face, tears couldn't help but welled up in Ling Xuan's eyes: "Why? Didn't you say that you would guard Ling Xuan's side for the rest of your life? Ling Xuan is not dead yet, how can you go first?"

"There's only one enemy, don't do it quickly, kill him!" That gloomy voice came from behind the heavy infantry of Wyton Noor, Ling Xuan turned his head when he heard the sound, and through the layers of human walls, Ling Xuan saw the commander, a tall and thin man of forty years old wearing the armor of the knight of Wyton Noor, his eyes showed a look of contempt for everything.

"Kill you!" Ling Xuan spat out these words fiercely, forgetting that there were thousands of Wyton Noors around him.

"Ahh

"Die!" Ling Xuan's eyes were red, and he strengthened until the entire knife sank into the enemy's abdomen, hooking his neck, and Ling Xuan staggered to his feet.

Fiercely drawing out the scimitar, a brilliant light and shadow slashed, and another Whitunor soldier who rushed forward turned into two with guns, blood sprayed on Ling Xuan's face, and a thick fishy smell surged into Ling Xuan's nose. Ling Xuan felt that something in his body slammed off with the influx of blood, and everything around him became unreal. The shouts of the Wyton Noorr soldiers, the neighing of the horses, the clashing of swords—all the sounds became meaningless illusions to Ling Xuan.

"Garland, wait. Ling Xuan wanted everyone here to be buried with him. Ling Xuan wiped the blood from his face and whispered to himself, this was the first time that Ling Xuan had such a strong sense of killing, and it was not until this moment that Ling Xuan realized how important Garland was to Ling Xuan, and without her, everything about Ling Xuan was not shiny.

"Kill-" shouted, Ling Xuan rushed towards the phalanx composed of Whiton Noor's heavy infantry, the light infantry along the way flashed to the side in horror, and the unresponsive enemies became the souls of Ling Xuan's sword, and the shattered corpses flew all over the battlefield.

The heavy infantry set up a huge battle shield, Ling Xuan swung his knife and slashed at the shield of the first person, there was a huge cracking sound, the iron shield became fragments flying in the air in an instant, the scimitar cut into the thick heavy armor without any obstruction, and the heavy infantry knelt on the ground and lowered his head.

Almost at the same time, a sharp pain came from Ling Xuan's left shoulder, a heavy infantry battle spear pierced there, his left hand grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it hard, the tip of the spear passed through the shoulder bone and pulled the heavy infantry with the spear over, and with another knife, the heavy infantryman's helmet was torn in half, and a blood line oozed from his forehead and he fell backwards, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

"Knock knock—" The drumbeat of the Wydon Norr people was at that time rushed, and the heavy infantry in front of Ling Xuan suddenly dodged a way, and countless archers immediately appeared behind them.

"Huh-" The blue-blue spear slashed over Ling Xuan's head and smashed into the archer's formation unbiasedly, a wail suddenly sounded in front of Ling Xuan, and the enemy's archers lost their combat strength in the blink of an eye.

"My lord, Ling Xuan is here!" Ling Xuan's rough shout sounded behind him at the same time, and the berserkers wielding tomahawks and the dragon lancers who threw the dragon spears in their hands were the first to arrive at the battlefield, and the heavy infantry battle formation, which had been loose, was smashed by the berserker's giant axe, and the Whiton Norr withdrew from the battle after discarding the heavy infantry.

Cheers resounded around Ling Xuan, the Wyton Noll troops in front of him dispersed like a tide, Ling Xuan's heart did not flash a trace of joy, he numbly walked to Garland's side, and fell down heavily, darkness enveloped Ling Xuan's heart......

The battle of December 3, 1353 was a war that was celebrated by later generations, and tactically speaking, the decision-makers of the Wandering Corps could not be called superior, and even Decos himself had to admit that it was too risky.

The command center was thrown into the most dangerous front at once, and the enemy's cruelty was far beyond expectations, so that when the infantry in the front had already been dashed, he managed to maintain the battle position by slaughtering his own troops. Then he shot the cavalry team that was fighting with his own army and his companions, and the cavalry of one squadron was killed, and this result alone made De Cos sigh several times to the sky.

However, in the final result: "One hundred cavalry of Ling Xuanfang were killed, six berserkers were killed, and the rest were fifty-six wounded; the enemy was killed in one thousand one hundred and fifty-one battles, of which about seventy percent were trampled on each other, seven hundred and thirty-one were captured, and countless were wounded. ”

And all this was beyond the reach of Ling Xuan, who was lying on the hospital bed......

Ling Xuan reluctantly opened his eyes, his eyes were still the familiar white, and a strong smell of herbs rushed into Ling Xuan's nose, at this time, the situation of the Whitunnores waving their weapons suddenly crossed into Ling Xuan's mind: "Garan!" Ling Xuan was the first to react, and sat up suddenly, and the scars all over his body obviously made Ling Xuan lose his sense of balance, and he fell to the bottom of the bed: "Kuang-" A loud bang immediately shook the entire cabin.

"What's going on?" a female voice said in a high voice, the door of the hut was slammed open, and Doctor Minavia's face appeared there, the sunlight shining in, and Ling Xuan, who was piercing directly, closed his eyes.

"Wake up, sir!" the loud song of joy, the kind of childish voice that only Arni could make, and in a short time the whole hut was filled with all kinds of breaths.

"My lord, fortunately you're okay, otherwise, Ling Xuan would have all those Wyton Noores buried with you!" Rhedith wiped his eyes and let out a shocking sound.

"Fap, Ling Xuan thought you were going like that, but your life is not that short. Magura cracked her mouth and smiled.

Ling Xuan looked around, the most important one was missing from the familiar face, and a sadness enveloped Ling Xuan's heart: "What about Garan's corpse?" Ling Xuan wanted to look at her again. Ling Xuan's eyes were empty, and a thought of dying immediately came to his mind.

There was silence, and Minavia's cold snort sounded from the door: "Do you really want her to die?"

Ling Xuan was slightly stunned, and joy swept through his heart like a tide: "Garland is not dead yet!"

"One or two are lizards, you woke up in less than a day, she has one hundred and fifty-six wounds all over her body, and she is still breathing, but whether she can wake up Ling Xuan is not sure (accurate). ”

With a "bang", Ling Xuan fell to the ground: "Garan is still alive!" A voice rose from the bottom of Ling Xuan's heart, and the fatigue of many days suddenly came to his heart......

When Ling Xuan woke up for the second time, it was already the morning of the next day, and De Cos sat next to Ling Xuan early, with a hint of guilt on his face: "Fa Pu, it was Ling Xuan's mistake that put you in such a predicament. ”

Ling Xuan shook his head and sighed: "Strategist, Ling Xuan didn't expect to be able to recover Yarufasil without bloodshed, your decision was not wrong, if Ling Xuan was trapped, the corpses of Ling Xuanjun lying in the corridor now would be far from such a number." It's just ...... thought that Garan was still lying in the hospital bed, and according to Minavia's judgment, unless another miracle happened, it would be otherwise...... Ling Xuan dispelled the unlucky thoughts in his mind.

"How's it going?"

De Cos shook his head: "The other party's anti-scout troops are unusually strong, the general scouts have suffered heavy casualties in the past two days, even the four people can only understand the other party's movements, and now the third army of Wyton Noll is guarding the other end of the corridor for renovation. ”

"Ling Xuan's scouts' level hasn't improved much for so long. Ling Xuan coughed lowly.

As a "spy, spy, and scout's husband", De Kos's face flashed red, and he coughed dryly and said: "The only trouble now is the commander of the Third Army, the news from Rovsky, the original commander doesn't know why he was temporarily replaced, and now he is in command of the commander of the First Corps directly under the First Army of Whiton Noll - Chechkov, that person is rumored to be famous for his iron blood." ”

Ling Xuan nodded: "The people of Wyton Nore are not all stupid, there are still these people in the army, military advisor, what do you think Ling Xuan should do next?"

De Cos raised his head: "It depends on the information collected by Rovsky, what Ling Xuan wants now is all the gaps that this Chechkov may have, if necessary, solve him outside the battlefield." ”

Ling Xuan glanced at Decos in surprise, from his words, Ling Xuan had already heard the sound of the strings, I am afraid that it was related to the dark court struggle, to solve him outside the battlefield! If you follow the way of chivalry, it is difficult to make this decision, but if you want more people to sacrifice their lives in order to stick to the way of knighthood, then there is no need for Ling Xuan to pursue it: "Strategist, please leave this to you, Ling Xuan just wants to shed a little less blood." ”

"Got it. De Cos touched his beard and left with his usual "treacherous" smile, leaving Ling Xuan alone in the empty room.

"Is it necessary to sell one's soul for the sake of victory?" This question coiled around Ling Xuan's mind, and he whispered softly in his mouth, Ling Xuan looked up at the pitch-black roof.

In the days that followed, the Wandering Corps repaired the fortifications all the way to the vicinity of Seville, and fought a head-to-eye battle with Wytonnor's Third Army across the range of Seville's influence, and the other side knew very well that if they wanted to rush into the position of Ling Xuan, they would risk being attacked from both sides.

"It is estimated that the other party will have the courage to fight another battle in the spring of next year. This is what Magula said to Ling Xuan after inspecting the situation on the front line.

Ling Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, the news from the secret agent sent back to Yarufasil came that the Orthodox Kingdom Army and the Derakop rebels were quite similar to Ling Xuan's current form, the two sides were at a standoff on the Travino Plain, and the legend said that most of the Rainbow Knights of Elfarsil had been transferred there, and the soldiers on the Travino Plain were estimated to be more than 100,000 at present.

"100,000 people, Ling Xuan is only more than 3,000, he is really as weak as a baby in comparison. Ling Xuan raised his head and shook his head again.

"It's time to take medicine!" A voice made a change in the face of Magula who was looking at Ling Xuan, and after making a grimace at Ling Xuan, he hurriedly ran away, Ling Xuan still wanted to say something, his mouth was already stuffed with a large number of bitter herbs, and then a pot of boiling hot potion was poured directly.

Doctor Minavia was the only one who abused the patient like this, and Ling Xuan helplessly vented his dissatisfaction with a whimper, and the treatment he suffered was only more torture.

"By the way, the other situation is not very good. Clapping her hands, Minavia said suddenly.

"What!" Ling Xuan sat up violently, immediately pulled the wound on his body, and endured the pain, Ling Xuan grabbed Minavia's hand and said hurriedly: "Take Ling Xuan away!"

"Really, where are the patients with such strength?" complained as he helped Ling Xuan to the hut next to him, where it was Garland's place.

Garan lay silently on the hospital bed, without any reaction for four consecutive days, her emaciated face was bloodless, and she could feel her life passing quickly: "No need for Ling Xuan to say it, you can see it yourself clearly, as a doctor, Ling Xuan can only say, wait for a miracle." ”

"No, Ling Xuan won't let Garland die. Somewhere did the strength come from, Ling Xuan broke free of Minavia's support, staggered to Garland, held her somewhat cold hand tightly, stared at her eyelash-covered eyes and whispered, "Now, it's Ling Xuan who has done something for you." ”

"Give Ling Xuan a knife!" Forced by Ling Xuan's eyes, Minavia couldn't help but hand over a knife.

Without hesitation, Ling Xuan cut his wrist and pressed it on Garan's lips, and blood flowed into her mouth: "Exchange the blood of Ling Xuan's Holy Dragon for your life." ”

"You're crazy!" pulled Ling Xuan's hand, Minavia hurriedly bandaged it: "If you want to die, don't die while Ling Xuan heals you, Ling Xuan doesn't want to be a quack!"

Feeling the strange dizziness, Ling Xuan looked at Jia Lan, the ruddy light had already shrouded her face, this is a miracle, the miracle exchanged for Ling Xuan's holy dragon bloodline, the feeling of detachment surged all over her body, Ling Xuan fell softly into Minavia's arms.

"Hey, are there people who eat tofu so blatantly? Hey, don't faint......"

Although it was absurd, Ling Xuan and Garland's lives were preserved, and in the surprised eyes of Doctor Minavia, Ling Xuan was getting better day by day, which should be thanks to the old dragon grandfather in Tegunvor, but on the other hand, it was more or less different from before, at least in the bar, "Ling Xuan's commander is a monster!" is an example.

"Fap, news has come from Wyton Noor. Magura waved the strip of cloth in her hand and shouted.

It was the early morning of the sixth day after the "First Battle for the Long Corridor", and Ling Xuan was wielding a scimitar on a small hill to do a restorative exercise. Ling Xuan handed the scimitar to Yani who was on the side, and before he had time to wipe the sweat from his face, he went straight to Magula.

"Is it bad news or good news?" Ling Xuan asked.

Magura looked at the strip of cloth again and said, "It should be good news, it says that Rovsky has bought a few big nobles, and now there are calls for the removal of the commander in the Wyton Noll Dynasty." ”

"Oh-" Ling Xuan took the strip of cloth and glanced at the words on it: "Do they know?"

"Ling Xuan has already informed them, isn't that them?" Following Magura's fingers, Ling Xuan saw more than a dozen officers walking towards the small hill.

According to De Cos's assumption, if Chechkov is still in the Third Army of Wyton Noor, it will be difficult to make a breakthrough with the current combat strength of Ling Xuan: "But Ling Xuan should be grateful to the group of people who are in charge of the Wyton Noor Dynasty, they are the best helpers of Ling Xuan's wandering army." ”

Rovsky, who is still active in the holy city of Wytonnoor, came forward to spread the news that Chechkov was doing nothing at the front, and by the way, adding some spices such as unusual movements, I didn't expect to react so quickly.

"Corrupt aristocracy. This was the first thing Teyas said after reading the strip of cloth.

"Ling Xuan's people are all up to them. Decos smiled.

"Melchior, how is the combat readiness of Ling Xuan's army now. Ling Xuan turned to the side.

Melchior took out a piece of paper from his bosom and looked at it carefully: "After replenishing the troops, now Ling Xuan's army still has two infantry regiments, a pike regiment, a bow and arrow brigade, a dragon lance brigade, and a berserker brigade, a total of 3,900 people, and Ling Xuan is trying to recruit some cavalry from Travino in the south, but it is impossible to enter the battle in a short time." If those cultists were also counted, Ling Xuan could use seven thousand people. ”

"Without assault forces, it will be difficult for Ling Xuan to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. Ling Xuan sighed, the cavalry squadron was destroyed in the corridor in one day, and it was not known how much time it would take to reorganize such a force. The only good thing now is that Whittonnoor's Third Army is also all infantry, and there is no need for mobile troops to deal with the opponent's attack for the time being.

"Actually, the best thing to do is to do more activities in Wyton Noor, if you can change to a commander who is a little worse, you can easily solve this problem. "De Cos said.

Editus's face was the first to show dissatisfaction, and he exhaled angrily: "Always thinking about these crooked things, Ling Xuan said Decos, you can't think of some serious ideas, with the martial bravery of Ling Xuan's Travino people, he is still afraid of those whitney of Wyton Noor." ”

The smile on Decos's face was even stronger, and he touched his beard and said: "The means of victory are not just war, if you can let others take the initiative to give up the fruits of victory, Ling Xuan is happy to laugh at it." ”

Theas, Melchior and the others on the side shook their heads for a while, for these officers who were born in horses, Decos really didn't agree with his thoughts.

"However, that Chechkov is an impatient person, I'm afraid he won't obediently wait for the imperial court to issue an order, and when the time comes, there will be a sea of blood here. De Cos sighed suddenly, looking up at the white clouds at the zenith.

Ling Xuan frowned, that Chechkov was cold-blooded and cruel, but he was not a general, if he commanded the attack, it would naturally be a tragic battle, and even with the favorable defensive terrain here, the wandering regiment that had finally been organized would have to pay a heavy price.

"The only thing that can be done now is to strengthen the defense, Ling Xuan decided to transfer some soldiers from the dragon lance brigade to serve as front-line scouts, and at the same time inquire about the enemy's news, eliminate the enemy's scouts, Ling Xuan has already suffered the loss of his eyes, it's time for others to taste it. As for the activities in the city of Wyton Noor, follow the words of the military advisor. ”

"Yes!" the officers nodded in unison, and dispersed, and from a distance came Brother Russo.

"Brother Russell. Slightly surprised, Ling Xuan hurriedly greeted him, he had been dealing with the busy government affairs of Landinovia, and he actually took the time to come to this place where martial artists lived.

Lu Su looked around, walked quickly to Ling Xuan, with a trace of worry on his face, his eyes flickered, and he staggered Ling Xuan's gaze several times, Ling Xuan looked at Lu Su, who was obviously different from the usual, and asked hesitantly: "Brother Lu Su, do you have something on your mind?"

"Not bad!" As if squeezing out the words with the air in his lungs, Ru Su looked directly at Ling Xuan, his face relaxed slightly: "Fap, Ling Xuan is worried about the future of Landinovia. ”

"What is the future of Landinovia?" Ling Xuan repeated, looking at Rusu in confusion, trying to get an answer from his face.

Russell turned around, without looking at Ling Xuan directly, and said in a somewhat murky voice: "A few months ago, when there was a sea of corpses and blood in Landinovia, Ling Xuan almost lost his desire to survive, it was you, Fap, who pulled Ling Xuan back from despair. For several months, Ling Xuan had worked hard to rebuild it and feel its new life, but a few days ago, Ling Xuan suddenly felt a sense of loss, what was Ling Xuan fighting for? Looking at the bustling streets, Ling Xuan had a feeling that he didn't want to face, because it had no soul, it was just a city where people lived. They may be here today, Taranvino tomorrow, or Wytonnorr the day after tomorrow, but they will never feel a sense of belonging to this city. ”

"Brother Russell. Ling Xuan opened his mouth.

Ru Su suddenly turned around, his burning eyes staring straight at Ling Xuan: "Brother Fapu, not to mention anything else, even the soldiers of the Legion cannot dedicate their loyalty to a great cause of revival forever, what they need is appreciation and affirmation, but it is impossible for the current Landinovia to give them these, because there is no king here! Now the entire Legion is still solidified, relying on your personal loyalty, in case you ...... A force of thousands of people, even the tens of thousands of people in Landinovia will perish, this is what you almost died in the cloister this time, Ling Xuan felt, Ling Xuan's feet are far from solid soil, but ice floes. ”

There was a silence, and Rusu's words deeply stimulated the depths of Ling Xuan's heart, yes, what if Ling Xuan died? While regretting that he could not fulfill General Lanbis's request, did Ling Xuan ignore his comrades who fought with Ling Xuan. What about their fate? Is it tied to Ling Xuan like this?

With a long sigh, Ling Xuan looked up at the sky and said, "Brother Rusu, it is still difficult for Ling Xuan to answer your doubts now, give Ling Xuan some time, and let Ling Xuan find the answer." If Ling Xuan encountered misfortune in the process of finding the answer, then, Brother Russo, please protect the wandering regiment and the displaced refugees in the name of Landinovia. ”

"Know, Ling Xuan will do his best to Ling Xuan's strength, but, Fa Pu, Ling Xuan believes that you will find the answer. Russell nodded, and the two of them bathed in the light of the early sun, and said no more......

After sucking enough of the blood flowing in the cloister, the "Bloody Wax Moon" calmed down, and spent the rest of the days with the "Special Combat Forces" led by Rovsky at Wytonor, further destroying Chechkov's reputation, revealing the scandal he had been making since he was three years old, and the baseless accusations became a must-have in the Holy City. At the same time, preaching how wise and powerful the original commander was, and how brave and good at fighting, the Holy King of Wyton Norr issued a holy decree in the chanting of the changing generals circling in the court and the opposition.

The former commander of the Third Army, Casjoy, was reinstated to fight against Landinovia. After hearing the news, this person immediately ordered the subordinates of the Third Army to take over the military power, and did not let Chechkov move, and then spent about three days feasting guests in the Holy City to thank him for his favor, and finally swaggered towards the corridor surrounded by hundreds of guards, and his face was probably full of the face of the peerless miracle of exterminating the evil bandits in the West.

"Whiton Noel has already given up the opportunity to Ling Xuan, if Ling Xuan doesn't cherish it, even the heavens will be angry. ”

"Let the Waitonnores fill the entire corridor!" Following Ling Xuan's words, Radius shouted loudly, and at his instigation, the soldiers brandished their weapons and let out hearty laughter, and in this way, while welcoming the "Second Cloister War", Ling Xuan stepped into the threshold of 1354, which is known as the "Year of Burning" and will forever be recorded in history......

January 1, 1354 in the royal calendar, New Year's birthday.

The gods seem to be on the mercy of the people who are fighting, and since yesterday it has snowed like goose feathers in the sky, and by this day, the snow has reached the knees, and the sky is still white, and it is difficult for both sides to start a war until the snow melts.

"Looks like God hates blood. Holding a hot teacup, Decos stood alone at the mouth of the tent and sighed.

Ling Xuan rubbed his hands, the cold wind that swept in made Ling Xuan's fingers tremble, and he hurriedly got closer to the ignition, while Magura on the side made a dissatisfied voice: "Ling Xuan said Decos, can you cover the door, you want to freeze Ling Xuan to death!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to look at the snow?" Decos looked intoxicated, and there was no inclination to do it.

"What's so beautiful, except that white is white, looking at it reminds Ling Xuan of the people of Wyton Noor. "Magura added a branch, and the fire burst forth.

"You don't understand......"

Before Decos could finish speaking, Radius stood up from his seat and pulled him in: "Whew" pulled down the curtain, and then widened his eyes and said, "Ling Xuan, Travino people don't like the cold!"

Decos's mouth opened wide, unable to react for a moment, and he took a sip of tea and returned to his senses.

The officers of the regiment who sat around the camp all smiled, even the shrewd old fox didn't have much to do under the linear movement of the single-celled animal, and after a short moment of relaxation, everyone put on a serious expression again.

"Go on......"

Ling Xuan nodded to the stunned young man in the tent, and the scout who had been dispatched to the other end of the cloister cleared his throat and took back the interrupted exam.

"Casjoy's forces have intensified their cleansing of the cloisters, and as of yesterday six villages have been accused of banditry, and access to the cloisters has been largely blocked. In addition, news circulated from within Wyton Noll that the Second Army was about to move. ”

"The Second Army of Wytonnoor, the Second Army commanded by Schernov?" De Cos's face suddenly became solemn.

"I guess it'......"

"It's really confusing, if that Chernov intervenes, it won't be easy to do. ”

The officers glanced at each other, shook their heads one after another, Ling Xuan briefly searched for the terms in his memory, and soon understood who this new opponent was: a veteran of nearly fifty years old, the commander of the Second Army with the reputation of "Waiton Noll City Wall", had experienced more than 1,000 large and small wars, and had been defeated less than ten times, which was comparable to the "unfamous general" Vanisek in Seville back then.

"This guy is harder than a tortoise. Ling Xuan's military advisors commented on this.

"If the Second Army is added, Ling Xuan will face a large force of 17,000 men. ”

With a cold face, Melchior counted the numbers: "And more importantly, due to the heavy snow and the enemy's blockade, the trade routes are no longer passable, even if there is no war before the spring, it will be difficult for Ling Xuan's accumulated strength to compete with this army." ”

"It seems that if you just compete with your combat strength, Ling Xuan has already lost. Ling Xuan nodded.

"No, Fap, you want to give up, do you?" said Magura.

This is an idea that has never been given, but dealing with such a large army, it is really a distressing job, what should I do? Looking blankly at the outside of the curtain with empty eyes, Ling Xuan fell into thought, and did not answer Magura's question.

"It's decided!" After thinking for a moment, Ling Xuan stood up, and under the surprised gaze of the officers, he strode to the front of the curtain, and pulled it open, and the whirring cold wind immediately swept in: "Ling Xuan will have a New Year's birthday celebration first, just in the snow, Magula, immediately go buy big fireworks, tonight, Ling Xuan wants the people on the other side of the corridor to also feel Ling Xuan's festivities." ”

"The Enemy's ......"

"Everything will be said after the celebration, my head hurts now, and I don't think about it anymore. ”

"You don't really give up......"

"If the enemy thinks so, Ling Xuan won't mind. ”

Simply ended the long-discussed meeting, Ling Xuan walked into the snow, let the crystal snowflakes hit his face, feeling the cold, Ling Xuan opened his hand and froze this posture under the gaze of the officers in the tent.

"Is he crazy?" Rhedith muttered to himself......

Night

Countless bonfires were lit on the side controlled by the Wandering Corps of the Cloisters, dotted with stars comparable to those in the sky.

"Peng-" A beam of fireballs staggered into the air, and then bloomed there, like a spring blooming chrysanthemum, and the splashing sparks drew a beautiful trajectory in the night sky, along that bright arc, more fireballs swept into the sky, decorating the New Year's night with great colors.

After Ling Xuan rubbed his hands, he looked up at the top of his head: "With such a brilliant color, the scouts on the other side of the corridor should be able to see it very clearly, and it won't be long before the other party will know that Ling Xuan is putting on a feast." ”

"It's really beautiful!" Arni blushed and clapped excitedly.

"yes, each one is a silver coin. Twitching his face, Ba Di said viciously.

"If you can get the enemy's attention, a gold coin is worth it. Ling Xuan retracted his gaze after responding to the flute.

"What? You think it's a chicken that lays golden eggs, it's just a consumable! Do you know that consumables won't generate benefits, and you still want to use gold coins? This year's special loan Ling Xuan will ask the president to give less!" Ba Di's anger instantly erupted, roaring behind Ling Xuan's back.

Ling Xuan gently avoided his saliva and grabbed Melchior: "You pick a thousand soldiers, let them sleep now." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

"Also, today is a holiday, so let the soldiers be happy, except for wine, they will be served at will, and the army will pay for it. ”

"Got it. ”

Nodding his head, Melchior immediately left to handle it, Ling Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, looked back at the other end of the corridor, and his mind quickly swirled:

Although the former commander Chechkov was cold-blooded and ruthless, his grasp of the movement of soldiers and even the battlefield was much better than that of the current General Kathjoy, who climbed to a high position by power. With him, most of them will send death squads when they see such dazzling fireworks, and it is gratifying to win, but it will not hurt if the whole army is annihilated.

But with the current one, he just wants to quickly build up his skills and leave this damn corridor, and if he wants to raid, he will definitely call in a large army.

Now the corridor is covered with heavy snow, and there will be about 10% of non-combat attrition in the process, and by this time, there will be about 3,000 soldiers, and these tired soldiers can only be used to build up the army.

If this is the case, it should be the best choice, I am afraid that the cold wind of this winter night will make Ling Xuan's general Casjoy lose the courage to attack, then Ling Xuan will have to walk so long to visit his old man's house.

"Forget it, it's still early before dawn, let's see the other party's performance first. ”

Exhaling the mist from his mouth, Ling Xuan chuckled lightly and walked back to the bustling barracks, where the soldiers of the Legion sang loudly, dancing and drinking to make the atmosphere of the New Year even stronger.

In this way, two hours were spent in singing and laughing, and when everyone showed fatigue, the scout's report also reached Ling Xuan's ears.

“...... Heavy snowfall, Whiton Noor's Third Army entered the cloister, and the first war of the new year began......" Historians record that the time is fixed in the early morning of January 2, 1354.

"It's finally here, Ling Xuan is so tired of waiting. After moving his body, Ling Xuan stood up, and the melodious sound of the military horn also spread throughout the barracks, and the resting thousand-person team left the military tent, and the fully armed formation was completed.

"Ling Xuan go to greet the Wyton Noor!" shouted loudly, and after the soldiers waved their weapons and responded enthusiastically, Ling Xuan led a thousand soldiers into the snow-woven curtain, while the three thousand soldiers behind him took an emergency rest and would set off one after another in half an hour......

Carrying spears and shrunken heads, the Wytonnorr soldiers appeared sparsely in Ling Xuan's field of vision, the white armor was blurry in the snowflakes in the sky, sometimes it was really difficult to distinguish, and it was not an exaggeration to call it a snowman.

"There were about 5,000 of them. Even if he was mentally prepared, the scout's report still made Ling Xuan breathe, the enemy could be said to be pouring out this time, even if it was a positive attack.

"What part of the enemy commander is there?" A little surprise attack is useless, it is better to go straight to the main formation, confuse the enemy's chain of command, and then slowly clean up the remaining enemies.

The scout swallowed, straining his words, "Still on the other side of the corridor." ”

"What, on the other side of the cloister, the commander didn't come to the front line!"

"Yes, my lord, the news from the scouts at the front line is true, there are about a thousand or so men on the other side of the cloister, and the banner of the enemy commander has been by the main tent all the time. ”

"That's it......" It seems that the situation is even better than Ling Xuan imagined, if so, then the action needs to be changed.

"Immediately notify the follow-up troops, and tell the Decos division that the enemy commander is not in the ranks, and Ling Xuan's vanguard troops will directly raid the enemy's camp, and how to deal with the five thousand enemy troops is fully entrusted to him. ”

"Yes. The scout nodded and disappeared into the snow.

"Yong Jiang is about like this, greedy for life and afraid of death. ”

After smiling slightly at the current commander of the Third Army, Ling Xuan gave the order for the entire army to conceal, and a thousand soldiers scattered on both sides.

Lying on the snow, he could still feel a trace of warmth, and the falling snowflakes quickly covered Ling Xuan densely, leaving only a pair of eyes to watch the Wyton Noll troops passing one after another.

In a hurry, they didn't pay attention to the anomaly next to them at all, and after gasping for wisps of white steam, they disappeared into the snow one after another, leaving only chaotic footprints on the ground, which were extremely dazzling in black.

A wisp of melting snow water slid down Ling Xuan's cheek into his neck, and after touching the skin under Ling Xuan's armor, it turned into mist, and before he could reveal Ling Xuan's armor, it was condensed into ice by the chill, and the second wisp ...... The heat of his body was quickly hollowed out, making Ling Xuan feel drowsy, and the stupid man also knew what it meant to be asleep now, biting his lip and stimulating himself with pain, and after watching the last Whitunor soldier disappear, Ling Xuan quickly stood up, and after moving his slightly stiff limbs, he waved his hand to signal around.

The hidden soldiers climbed out of the snowdrifts one by one, and those who never got up again became the first victims, without crying, and the remaining soldiers followed Ling Xuan and rushed towards the other end of the corridor......

Seven hundred and twenty.

This was the last number of soldiers to arrive with Ling Xuan, after a day's trekking of the elders, only these people could still follow Ling Xuan, and the rest, without exception, were all frozen to death on the road.

In front of Ling Xuan, there was a brightly lit enemy camp, and there were only a few soldiers standing guard in front of them, and everything else was like a complete dew.

"Big ...... My lord, Ling Xuan has arrived. A little excited, one soldier said in a tremolo.

"Ling Xuan has arrived. Repeating his words, Ling Xuan nodded, looking at the unguarded enemy main tent in front of him, Ling Xuan knew that all the sacrifices were worth it, the wind and snow on his head could only let out a weak moan after stopping Ling Xuan for so long, now, there was nothing to stop Ling Xuan.

"Advance! After taking the enemy, Ling Xuan and the others will rest in the warm tent!"

After giving the last order, Ling Xuan pulled on his mask and took the lead towards the enemy's tent.

"What people?" The sentry did not realize the danger coming, "Are you coming back to report the news, those thieves who are still celebrating are finished so soon, they are really vulnerable, huh-which unit are you from, the badge on your body is so strange, woo-"

Drawing his scimitar, the sentry's chatter stopped, and before his body fell to the ground, the warriors had pushed open the gates of the tent and poured into the camp with a howling wolf, the torches in their hands fluttering and falling to the haystacks piled nearby, waves of heat accelerating the circulation of blood, and screams resounding over the enemy camp.

From the time the first sword pierced the enemy's body to the gray flow of people sweeping through the entire camp in less than a cup of tea, the weak resistance turned into splashes of blood, sprinkled on the white snow, and after artificial blood-colored cherry blossoms bloomed everywhere, Ling Xuan entered the enemy's main camp surrounded by dozens of soldiers.

At this time, the last music was still playing from the sporadic battles everywhere, but before long, how many? D's screams put an end to them.