"Kill... Kill ......"

As soon as the blood-colored battle flag was issued, the war became more and more intense. The Crimson Knights were still slaughtering in all directions, and the aristocratic coalition that realized that there was no way out suddenly erupted.

Although the combat effectiveness of the serf army was poor, it had one advantage, that is, obedience. As long as the nobles take the lead in the front, they will follow.

Maybe it's because of blind obedience, maybe it's because of loyalty, or maybe it's because the concept of "deserter" doesn't come to mind at all.

After all, the means of production are in the hands of the nobles, and the whole family has to depend on the noble lords to survive, even if they want to escape, where can they flee to?

"Atmosphere" can affect people the most, when the people around them are fighting hard, no one can avoid being infected.

Even Hudson, the paddling knight, commanded the army to launch a counterattack at this moment. Although he still did not rush to the front line, he still contributed to the war in the end.

As the minutes passed, more and more aristocratic private armies arrived on the battlefield, and the balance of war gradually began to tilt.

On the high platform, the gray-robed old man who was watching the war coldly said indifferently: "The nobles of the southeastern province are arriving one after another, and it seems that the Crimson Knights will not be able to stay today."

Counting the time, it's almost at the limit. Leave these cannon fodder and play slowly with the enemy, let our men withdraw first! ”

The seemingly bland tone actually contains too much unwillingness of the old man. I finally lured the enemy out of the fortress, but because of my own lack of strength, I couldn't eat it.

There is no way, compared to the noble group that has ruled this land for a long time, the Skeleton Society is still too weak.

This gap is all-encompassing. It seems that they have fought with the aristocratic coalition on the battlefield, and they seem to be evenly divided, but the price paid is several times the casualties.

This is based on the bonus "Blood Moon Horn". Under normal circumstances, the rebels, as a rabble, would not be able to withstand a charge from the Crimson Knights.

It was the Blood Moon Horn that had been able to hold on until now that it was the Blood Moon Horn that controlled the nerves of the rebel soldiers, turning them into killing machines.

But an evil weapon is an evil weapon after all, and turning people into killing machines is also conditional. Not only does it need to be supplemented with medication beforehand, but there are also strong side effects.

Forcibly stimulating personal potential is destined to not last. When a person's body reaches the limit of what it can bear, it collapses.

Even those who trigger the Blood Moon Horn will also suffer from the backlash of evil weapons.

Just now he was a strong man, and after blowing the horn of the Blood Moon, he turned into a white-haired old man. If I delay a little longer, I'm afraid that there will only be a pile of bones left.

It seems to be alive, but in fact it is equivalent to death. A large amount of life force was devoured, and with the evil qi entering the body, the body could not resist it at all.

Not only the "Blood Moon Horn", but all the artifacts on the Aslant continent need to pay a price for forcibly driving, but the "Blood Moon Horn" Krypton life is more serious.

If it weren't for so many restrictions, the Blood Moon Sect would have unified the continent three hundred years ago, and it would not have been the turn of the skeleton to emerge.

With the evacuation of the Skull and Bones Order's higher-ups, the sound of the horn disappeared from the battlefield. The originally bloodthirsty rebel soldiers, after regaining their clarity, fell on the battlefield one after another.

"The war has been won!"

There was no joy on everyone's faces, and everyone knew that this was just the beginning. Failing to leave the top of the Skull and Bones behind, the rebels will one day make a comeback.

After counting the casualties, Hudson's face was gloomy and terrifying. Although he has been walking on the edge of the battlefield with his troops, he still suffered heavy losses.

"Forty-seven people were killed in battle, nine were missing, 13 were seriously wounded, and 26 were lightly wounded." For a team of only more than 500 people, this is already a nerve-wracking injury.

Relatively speaking, the Coslow family is not bad on their side. Peer aristocratic coalition forces, that is the real heavy casualties.

For the Alliance, it no longer matters how much the serf army lost, the point is that the noble knights suffered too many casualties.

As the most brave and fastest-charging existence on the battlefield, it is natural that he has been beaten by the most fierce society.

The members of the alliance reunited, and everyone was completely gone. The originally bright armor had already been stained red with blood, and all of them exuded a seeping evil aura all over their bodies.

More than half of the familiar faces are missing, which is Hudson's most intuitive feeling. In the depths of his heart, he couldn't help but secretly celebrate, but fortunately he held his hand. If he had followed the charge just now, he might have become a corpse on the battlefield by now.

"Sure enough, the reckless man died quickly!"

Despise is contempt, and Hudson is still the same as everyone else. With so many comrades-in-arms killed at once, if you don't show sadness, are you still human?

"Let's split up and look for it, and help collect the corpse. and if any of his retainers survived, he gave them to bring them back; If not, arrange for someone to give you a ride! ”

Chels said in a depressed mood.

With such heavy casualties, as the nominal boss of the alliance, it is naturally a lot of pressure. Thinking about Chels, I feel depressed, he, the boss, has not reaped any benefits, but trouble has come to the door first.

So many people have died, and an explanation must be given. If you don't take care of the aftermath of your allies, you can drown the spittle.

Dealing with the aftermath is not only about collecting the bones, but also about winning the battle for the allies.

Although these families have to change their heads and are unable to participate in the next territorial battles, they have to fight for one or two other resources.

Theoretically, as long as you follow the rules, but adults know that the system is also implemented by people. If no one helps fight for it, the so-called compensation is a joke.

Others could hide, but Chels had to come out. Otherwise, how can he, the boss, be convincing?

The reputation of the nobility is greater than the sky, and for the sake of his own reputation, Chels can only bite the bullet.

Of course, there are two sides to everything. Although these problems are troublesome, if they are dealt with well, Chels's reputation in aristocratic circles will also increase.

Everyone, including Hudson, nodded their heads, acquiescing to Chels's proposal.

They are all mixed in aristocratic circles, and they still want face. After all, it is an ally, and everyone is still happy to contribute to the effort of collecting the bones.

However, this help was limited to the nobles themselves. Ordinary soldiers who died in battle, but no one paid attention.

According to mainland practice, nobles who died in battle will be sent back for burial if their bodies are returned intact if they are conditionally returned. As for ordinary soldiers, it depends on the situation.

There is no doubt that the casualties in this war today are so heavy that it is obvious that ordinary soldiers are not taken into account. There are corpses all over the mountains, and a fire is the best choice.