The WWXOM Semitic soldiers threw down their weapons one by one, and under the surveillance of the officers and soldiers of the Eagle Division, they held their heads in their hands and walked over slowly.

Now the Vatino is surrounded on all sides by a Semitic army of 100,000.

The Eagle Division is already trapped in a besieged city, fighting against enemies more than five times their own, and it can be said that it is difficult to protect themselves.

At this time, taking in so many prisoners is undoubtedly a huge burden, whether it is to imprison them or to feed them, it is a big trouble.

Even they are quite dangerous in their own right.

Therefore, none of the Vatino's superiors and subordinates intended to accept these prisoners, as long as Lord Luo gave an order, they directly used machine guns to sweep down all the enemies in the encirclement.

Dead people don't trouble them.

Even the most draconian wartime laws can easily explain the past - after all, the enemy did not lay down his arms.

And Lord Lorraine is not yet noble enough to ...... Or that they are brain-dead to the point of using international law to restrain their own troops.

The so-called Maple Leaf Danlin International Convention is just a piece of waste paper to decorate the façade, killing all these Semitic people, and ensuring that no one in the whole continent has an opinion.

In the end, Lord Luo still ordered those Semitic soldiers to disarm and surrender to save their lives.

The Eagle Master has weapons far ahead of their time, and at this time they are like a freshly weaned milk tiger, with blood on the corners of their mouths, learning to hunt. The more this time, the more you can't relax.

Once this indiscriminate killing is opened, then eventually they will become a group of bloodthirsty madness. Then they will purge everyone who stands in their way with a bloody kill poke.

Lorraine and Leo can guarantee to keep this army ahead of their time, but what about the leaders after Lorraine and Leo?

Lord Law needs a disciplined army, not a bunch of rabid dogs infected with rabies, like the rabid radish army in World War II.

And countless facts have proved that relying on a pack of mad dogs cannot win any war. And what's even more terrifying is that as the owner of a mad dog, as long as you relax a little, those mad dogs will pounce on you at the first time.

The more powerful. The more discipline and principle are required.

In this case, he must also lead by example.

As long as the enemy was willing to surrender, then he would rather risk the Semitic soldiers turning back and starting a riot than to ensure their lives at this time.

What's more, Lord Lorraine had already thought of a purpose for these prisoners of war.

In a short time, the Semitic soldiers were all disarmed, and then under the watchful eye of the officers and soldiers of the Eagle Division. Slowly walked in the direction of the Temple of Light.

At this time, they went up, and their numbers were pitiful. The maximum is not more than 30,000. Many of them are still injured.

And being a prisoner of war is not the end, and what awaits these soldiers will be a harsh trial by the Holy See. Once it is established that any of them have committed unforgivable war crimes, the military tribunal set up by the Holy See will hang them all without mercy.

Only those who did not have blood on their hands survived.

Lorraine had already planned to make the case public to everyone, so as to warn the remaining Semites that they would have to think about their own lives when they were doing evil, and not be too unscrupulous.

This war is inevitable, but in this way, the harm caused by the war can be minimized.

When all the prisoners of war in the city raised their hands and surrendered. After being retracted, a long horn sounded, and the entire battlefield fell silent.

Only occasionally can you hear the groans of seriously wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but they are not heard at all.

At this time, the soldiers, whether Semitic or Terran, were all hurrying to eat.

At the beginning, Huerapulan forced the front army to attack, and there was no time for them to eat, and the main force of the Chinese army arrived. He was then thrown into battle by Verapland.

A group of Semitic officers and soldiers were already hungry and stuck to their backs.

And the Terran soldiers did not bother to eat in order to cope with the battle.

Both sides are all seizing the time, eating and resting, and actively preparing for the war.

They all knew that although the morning had been a terrible battle, the battle had only just begun.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the well-fed Semitic army attacked again.

Under the personal command of General Verapran, the Semitic army was divided into three sides. Rushing towards the line of defense of the Eagle Division.

The sound of the horn urges, and the sound of killing shakes the sky.

Lorraine stood on the top of the Temple of Light, holding a telescope to watch the enemy attack on the opposite side, but couldn't help but sigh softly.

After the morning's fighting, the Semitic officers were still not smarter. They still commanded the soldiers to charge in a neat line.

But there's nothing wrong with that. After all, it was not those officers who were sent to death, they were too lazy to change any tactics, as long as the officers did not have orders, they would rather use the methods they used to use to command the battle, and they could also be called "strict obedience to orders".

For this battle, Lorraine has almost lost the ** to watch the battle.

It's a battle without the slightest hint of mystery.

Although the Eagle Division is outnumbered, the Gatling guns in their hands give them absolute control.

In terms of firepower, they have an absolute advantage.

When the Semitic soldiers rushed to a distance of three hundred meters, the machine guns on the various lines opened fire.

In a series of 'sudden' gunshots, red chains of fire erupted from the muzzles of the guns, sweeping the soldiers on the opposite side to the ground as if they were mowing grass.

Lorraine could clearly see through the binoculars that in the Semitic legion directly opposite, a huge banner had been ruthlessly swept down by machine-gun bullets.

But then the soldiers next to him stood up heroically and raised the battle flag again. Then he puffed up his chest and held high the flag, guiding the soldiers onwards. Then he was swept down again. Then the soldiers next to him stood up and raised their flags again......

This process is repeated over and over again.

Those soldiers, without exception, were all exceptionally heroic, but in the face of machine guns, a weapon of mass destruction, all they could leave was bravery.

That kind of behavior was so stupid that all the officers and men of the Eagle Division felt extremely incredible: Why did they have a hard time with their own lives?

Until the entire phalanx is completely light. The horn of retreat came from the rear of the Semitic army.

Although the entire offensive process took only an hour, this tragic and senseless attack left an extremely deep impression on the officers and men of the Eagle Division.

The soldiers of those demons were as brave as them, but because of the incompetence of the officers, they could only die in vain.

Even though he was in a different camp from those Semitic people, it still felt a little depressing.

After all, such a massacre also has a psychological burden on the soldiers of the Eagle Division.

After this, the Semitic launched two more attacks.

After a setback. They have improved slightly.

Although there was still a queue for the first time, as soon as the machine guns rang out here, they immediately turned around and retreated.

On the other hand, he began to learn to crawl on the ground. There are some traces of modern warfare -- war is the best teacher.

Because whoever fails the exam. It's all dead.

However, since they had just learned the method, it was extremely clumsy.

The crawling speed was too slow, and the bullets from the machine guns whizzed overhead, causing great fear among the soldiers.

Since there was no complete system of non-commissioned officers, the Semitic army relied on officers to maintain it. This has also made the command system at the grassroots level extremely weak.

This is also the reason why the square array has always been used in the old army - after the formation of the phalanx, the officers can understand at a glance and make it easy to command.

This set worked well in the old days. But when it comes to the age of automatic weapons, it's no longer possible. In this era, in order to avoid the enemy's bullets, soldiers could only fight in squads and in a skirmish.

Therefore, a good grass-roots command system with non-commissioned officers as the mainstay is extremely important.

As a result, many people began to cheat and cheat without a teacher. Lying on the ground, holding his head in his hands, motionless.

Anyway, at this time, no officer dared to run over and kick his ass in the rain of bullets and force himself to charge.

No officer dared to stand up in a dense hail of bullets.

There were no shouts to kill, no charges, no horns, and no loud shouts from the officers. The battlefield was extremely dull and monotonous, except for the sound of machine guns.

Occasionally, a sniper's cold gun rang out, and every now and then, a Semitic officer fell.

This made the Semitic attack even slower, and the officers were all frightened and far away, and there was no one to urge the soldiers to attack.

The situation on the battlefield almost came to a standstill. The Semitic soldiers crawled on the ground and approached little by little. But the speed at which they squirmed, estimated at 202, was able to climb next to the trench.

And this was when the machine gun didn't hit one of them, so much so that Lorraine wondered if the enemy was deliberately draining his own bullets.

At about four o'clock in the afternoon, the stalemate was suddenly broken by cheers from the Semitic rear.

Lorraine hurried to see nearly a hundred black dots appear in the sky, and then rapidly dilated in the pupils.

That's the war fortress of the undead~!

They finally showed up.

Seeing this situation, Lorraine immediately burst into joy: Grandma's, it's true that Lao Tzu has waited for so long a day, and these puppies are finally here.

Although the Eagle Division has a strong firepower advantage, the lord has let them stay in the city, and they will definitely not leave the city, worrying about these war fortresses of the undead.

Although the Eagle Division had firepower, it was still powerless in the face of blows from the air.

In the era when the lord came, air supremacy represented a qiē.

Therefore, before gaining absolute air supremacy, he would never risk sending his precious forces into the field to increase the enemy's experience points.

And that's why the lord would rather rot his heavy warships than sail.

At this time, the war fortress of Nai'an was also on standby in the rear for a long time.

Immediately an order was issued, and he ordered the war fortress in his rear to send troops to meet the battle.

A fierce battle unfolded in the air between the war fortresses of both sides.

All kinds of war fortresses are chasing you in the air, and countless magic and cannonballs are blooming in the air, which is extremely beautiful.

Every now and then, there is a war fortress dragging a long black smoke and falling to the ground.

The war fortress of Nai An is mobile and highly defensive. The firepower is strong, but the undead war fortresses have a numerical advantage.

The two sides played for a long time, and in the end, they didn't win or lose, but they evacuated one after another due to the exhaustion of energy.

At this time, it was already dark, and the attack on the ground was completely stalled, and Veraprani had no choice but to give the order to withdraw his troops.

After dark. After a whole day of fierce fighting, the soldiers fought to the death, and they were all tired like dogs.

At this moment, whether it is the soldiers of the Eagle Division in the Vatino City. Or the Semitic army outside the city, all quiet, only the lights on indicate that there are people on duty.

A dark cloud flew slowly, obscuring the dim moonlight in the sky, the land was pitch black, and the harsh and ominous cry of the night owl could be heard on the battlefield that was scorched by the flames of the explosion during the day.

In the dim night sky, dozens of black figures were quietly suspended in mid-air. Facing the direction of the Vatino.

The wide black robes swayed in the night breeze, like a bat with its wings outstretched, giving people a sense of fear.

Occasionally lifted up under the robes, revealing a miserable white skeleton body, these people are none other than the lichs under the undead high priest.

Dozens of lichs gathered together are undoubtedly planning a big event.

What's more, on the ground behind them, there were hundreds of dark mages standing in the shadows.

The power of these dark casters alone is not to be underestimated. Attacking a human city is definitely enough.

Veraprani led a group of knights and walked slowly with a gloomy face.

The eerie atmosphere around him was so uncomfortable that he felt like he was walking through a group of rotting and dry corpses that had been dead for decades.

If given the choice, Veraprani wouldn't want to stay here for a minute.

But after a day of fighting today, he understood that it would be very difficult to take the Vatino with only the Semitic army in his hands.

It was almost as much as double the force in his hands.

But the high priest's order was to take the Vatino as soon as possible, that is, as soon as possible.

So when Marcel the Lich came to the door. When he said that he wanted to help him capture the Vatino, Veraprani agreed without hesitation.

In fact, he did not have the courage not to agree, because it was an order given directly by the high priest.

Veraprani was a bit of a scorn in his heart, indicating that the High Priest was already dissatisfied with his progress. Especially after the 50,000 troops of the striker were wiped out, he had no other choice.

Veraprani made his way through the crowd of dark mages. Carrying a horse to the front of the crowd in the dark, he shouted, "Master Marcel." ”

But no one answered.

A minute later, a pair of dots of light that looked like fireflies shook in front of Verapranima.

Feeling agitated, Veraprani was about to swing his horsewhip to drive them away, but as soon as he raised his arm, it suddenly occurred to him that it was the Lich's eye.

A hoarse voice sounded a few feet in front of Veraprani, and he said slowly, "Your Excellency, General." ”

"Master Marcel," Veraprani said respectfully at his horse, "I'm coming." ”

The Lich Marcel floated in front of Verapranima, just nodded casually, and said, "We're almost ready." ”

Veraprani was in good spirits, no matter what, he couldn't take the credit for winning the Vatino, and said respectfully: "Thank you, Master." ”

"You'd better pull your men back a bit, though. Marcel the Lich said to himself.

Veraprani was a little puzzled and said suspiciously, "Retreat?"

Marcel said impatiently, "The things we release like to devour the flesh of the living, you don't want them to run to your camp, do you?"

Veraprani was startled, and nodded hurriedly, he also knew some of the weird and vicious nature of the dark spell, but he was secretly annoyed in his heart, and said secretly: These bone sticks are too unreliable, since they planned the action at night, why didn't they notify him to retreat during the day.

Now that most of the soldiers had fallen asleep, they remembered to tell him to evacuate, and the soldiers below were resolutely angry.

But the lichs are such arrogant and unreasonable personalities, and it would be nice to remember to inform him.

In the Semitic tribes, the lich never bothered to say hello to the Semitic when they did anything.

If you do it, you will do it, and they Semitic people still dare to have opinions.

Veraprani was embarrassed and said, "However, it will take time to retreat. ”

The Lich Marcel snorted dissatisfiedly, and said impatiently, "An hour." A maximum of one gives you another hour. ”

Veraprani gritted his teeth with hatred, and scolded in his heart: I'll give you an hour, and you will withdraw 100,000 people for me, damn it~!

However, he could only say respectfully: "How far do you need to retreat?"

The Lich Marcel thought for a moment and said, "More than ten miles." ”

Then he waved his hand and said, "Prepare quickly, you just have to come tomorrow to collect the corpses of the humans, but." Maybe you won't even find a body. ”

Saying that, the Lich Marcel let out a sharper laugh than the Night Stalker, and the laughing Veraprani and the Semitic soldiers were creepy.

The lich flew back into the air with a shrill laugh, and Veraprani flicked his horse's head to reveal a vague figure in front of him. He scolded and said: "What are you still doing in a daze, don't you hear? Go and inform the ministries and retreat west for fifteen ...... within an hour No, twenty miles, immediately~!"

In the dark, of course, they can't run twenty miles in an hour, and if they can walk five or six miles, they are very powerful, but they also understand that Veraprani means to get everyone out of here better and better.

The Semitic soldiers turned around in a panic. Each of them made a quick run to the camp.

A few minutes later, the Semitic camp resounded with loud assembly drums.

At this time, the Semitic soldier who was sleeping suddenly woke up, jumped up from the ground in a panic, grabbed his weapon and ran out, and shouted in panic: "What's wrong?"

"Where is the enemy?"

"Assemble, assemble quickly~!"

"Humans are coming~!"

There was an uproar in the camp, and the soldiers thought it was a night attack by humans. In a panic, he is looking for an enemy.

The Semitic officers were prepared for this, holding torches high to illuminate themselves, beating snare drums, and shouting: "No enemy is coming, don't be nervous." ”

"Assemble urgently, queue, queue~!"

I heard that there was no human night attack, but just the officials playing with their little soldiers to play emergency assembly. The soldiers, who had been fighting all day with human guns and bullets during the day, immediately became annoyed and shouted angrily: "You still don't let people live?"

"It's too fucking bullying, don't talk about it during the day, and you have to play with your life at night, and tomorrow you will fight by yourself as an official. ”

"Who the has a bad idea, the boys beat him to death~!"

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded in front of the soldiers: "Shut up Lao Tzu~!"

The majestic voice quickly quieted the noisy Semitic soldiers. For they were cleared by the fire, and the one who spoke was His Majesty the King of Veraprani.

Veraprani flicked his horsewhip and shouted: "The mages are preparing to cast a spell on the Vatino, and if they don't want to follow the burial together, they will immediately run west for Lao Tzu." ”

The Semitic soldiers panicked, they all knew what it meant for the dark mage to cast a spell.

Just like Japan's full-fledged samurai casually tried their swords on the streets, the Lich and the Dark Mage caught and killed people in the Semitic Clan, and no one dared to care about it.

The Semitic people are afraid of them like a mouse is afraid of a cat, and they will hide when they see them.

The spells unleashed by the dark mages and the terrifying undead creatures are deadly things.

The Semitic soldiers in the camp lined up in a panic, threw down their packages and baggage, and ran quickly to the west as if their butts were on fire.

It took more than half an hour for Veraprani to round the camp and drive all the soldiers out of the camp, ordering them to move twenty miles westward, and then waiting for orders.

Marcel the Lich had been waiting impatiently, and for him, it was boring, especially for the lowly Semitic people.

The High Priest had given him an important task, and Marcel the Lich was only interested in completing it at once, which was very important in cementing his position under the High Priest's seat.

The soldiers in the Semitic camp were almost withdrawn, and the Lich Marcel didn't care if it was enough time for him to promise Veraprani an hour, waved his hand, and said excitedly: "Let's start, use the power of darkness to destroy this hateful city~!"

In the darkness, the hoarse voice of a lich cried out, "A wonderful world without priests." ”

"There are no elemental mages either. ”

"There are no life mages, and no damn druids. ”

The lichs let out a shriek of excitement and shouted like a declaration: "Let the darkness cover the earth, and only the eternal will not perish~!"

Suddenly a black mist appeared on the ground, which was darker than the night, and the black mist swirled against the ground, spinning like a tornado, blowing a gust of yin wind with a bone-piercing chill, and spreading rapidly to all sides.

The dark mage in the rear also chanted the incantation at the same time, and bursts of surging mana fluctuations came out.

Soon, there was a clattering sound from the condensed black mist, and a low roar like a beast was sandwiched in between.

A skeleton staggered out of the black mist, followed by boundless white bones slowly coming out of the black mist.

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