His estimation was not bad at all, the speed of the centaur army of the Ballan Kingdom that carried the army of the nobles of the surrendered Southern Yuctobania Kingdom all the way south was not fast, it was more like robbery and sightseeing along the way, they ordered those who surrendered to go ahead, drove them south while constantly extorting supplies from them, and the captain Marczewski proudly prostituted with his ponies every day, completely ignoring the famous holy weapon bloodline nobles of the Southern Yuktobanian Kingdom. "Times are different. This is the most he says to his subordinates on weekdays.

The times are indeed different, the bloodline weapon family is now giving meat on the battlefield, and so far there have been at least a dozen such bloodline nobles who have been shoveled by the Yan family. Although the bloodline weapons they were proud of could easily reach the level of gold-level warriors, they could not even make the centaurs dispatch, and the private soldiers of the nobles who surrendered were only killed by the orders of two or three centaur captains. The aura that the centaur captains stepped on gave these private soldiers a bonus of strength, speed, and physique, and then they were forced by fear to kill the bloodline weapon nobles in numbers - all the cowardly ones were disciplined on the battlefield by the centaur captain.

The centaurs also brought crazy morale to these leading parties, and they had already surrendered to the enemy anyway, so let's just do it. Zhou Zhongmou is very clear about this state, he has seen this situation more than once when he reads history books on the earth, and when he obtains these materials in the Thieves' Guild, he feels really familiar at the moment, "I remember that the Manchu Qing Dynasty entry was also like this." The puppet army is more ferocious than the real Tartars. He muttered to himself. Misha glanced at him. Then he slapped Zhou Zhongmou, "You are always like this, speaking in words I don't understand." "No one understands Chinese in this world, but it is difficult to say that at least Zhou Zhongmou feels that Count Tyre may not understand Chinese.

The Holy Weapon warriors have gathered, even the Holy Sword Tirfingu has been held in the hands of the Great Prince, and the Royal Knights and the Knights of the Guards have also stood under the banner of the Kingdom of Southern Yuctobania, which has temporarily ceased war with the outside world. Zhou Zhongmou didn't accept the hire this time, he didn't even set foot in the castle of the Black Knight, this guy incarnated as Zuode. This time, clawing in the specially modified carriage, in which Misha sat and put their space equipment, flying towards the battlefield where the war was about to start in the north.

Zhou Zhongmou didn't want to be involved in the battle at the moment, in his opinion, the Southern Alliance was not necessarily the opponent of the centaur cavalry of the Ballan Kingdom - he had felt this way since he saw the centaurs of this world. And as an earthling, if you want to take revenge, you may not necessarily have to kill the other party with your own hands, not to mention that Zhou Zhongmou knew in his heart that Count Tyre really could not be regarded as the first person responsible, and the bald guy who ordered the fire had already been killed by him. He had only come here to see the death and defeat of the noble army.

And he saw it.

Although the puppet army is fierce, it is actually not beaten, and its toughness is not enough. After suffering a setback, the offensive was unfavorable, and they immediately went into a mess. The place where Zhou Zhongmou was located was dozens of kilometers away from the battlefield, but he was standing on the cliff. His keen vision allows him to see what is happening on the battlefield - not very clear, but still distinguishable. "Misha, don't you have any magic that can help? Forget it, I'd better try looking at the binoculars. "The puppet army that retreated in chaos was given a stern order to tithe, but they still could not fight, so they were driven up to waste time, and behind them were the centaur warlords, all who failed to advance were beheaded.

In this way, at the end of the day, the puppet army was consumed a lot, but the commander of the Balan Kingdom, His Excellency Captain Maczewski, was not distressed at all, and now their supplies were more and more sufficient, and no matter what, they consumed the body and weapons on the other side, and also removed a lot of instability in the general. The centaurs had already completed the formation in the rear, but they did not attack, and under the cover of the centaurs, the servants and puppet armies who had surrendered relatively early set up camp. The battle is about to begin.

One by one, the Holy Weapon warriors arrived on the battlefield, taking their troops with them. The Wind Legion, which has been reorganized and improved, has shown its skills in today's battle, killing and wounding many puppet soldiers at a very small cost, and also killing several traitor nobles of the Belt and Road Party who surrendered to the Balan Kingdom, and one of them even has a bloodline weapon family with a family heirloom. With this alone, the Legion of the Wind can have an extra tassel on its banner to tell the story of this feat. Zhou Zhongmou kept laughing, he could see the centaur army in this position, and the more he looked, the more sure he became, "The sun is about to set in the west, and the end of the kid is coming" Of course, after his singing came out, he was beaten by Misha, "Don't sing in a language I don't understand." For this kind of behavior that is more similar to coquettishness, Zhou Zhongmou finds it quite interesting.

The Holy Weapons had never been so neatly assembled - since the Holy Weapon descended hundreds of years ago and expelled the enemy, the current Holy Weapon Inheritor was only the Holy Scepter Balkili who did not appear, and the other eleven Holy Weapon Direct Lineage Inheritors were already here.

At this time, it was already the sixth day after the two sides set up camp, and before the last holy weapon bearer arrived, the two sides had been fighting each other for six days, and the centaur side sent out all those puppet troops, and the casualties were very heavy. Later the day before, there had been a rebellion in the puppet army camp on the outskirts of the centaur camp, and those guys were unwilling to be sent to their deaths and wanted to defect to the side of the Southern Army, and as a result, the centaurs killed a third of them, and the rest did not stop them from escaping - these centaurs were so confident or funny that they didn't care what the puppet army was.

Zhou Zhongmou knew that the decisive battle was about to begin, and the centaurs had already been prepared, as far as Zhou Zhongmou was concerned, their formation was to prepare to complete a central breakthrough and then continuously put into reserves, completely divide the army of the Kingdom of Southern Yuktobania with an uninterrupted wave assault, and then complete a war of annihilation. How can it be said that Zhou Zhongmou has read a lot of novels and history books, and has been baptized by some forums, so he naturally has a more passable understanding of the classical military formation - in ancient times, this person is enough to go to the army to eat.

Of course, the Southern Yuktobanian Kingdom understands the power of the Centaur cavalry of the Balan Kingdom, and those guys in the north have brought what they have seen and heard to their southern colleagues, at least in the understanding of most people, they understand the power of the centaurs, but they have not yet intuitively understood it, but this does not prevent them from making the most correct judgment - using the camp for defensive warfare. The magic power in the sky is extremely chaotic, and in the battle between the two sides, the two sides compete with each other for the control of the magic power, and as a result, no one can control the magic power.

"This is the target!" it was the decision of His Excellency Captain Wan, who glanced at the remnants of the puppet army outside the centaur camp and smiled grimly. (To be continued......)