When the 500,000 Semitic army commanded by Orlandini had just arrived at the city of Viz, six thousand miles west from the city of Viji, under the capital of the Kingdom of Akid, Rotgaron, there were also two murderous armies facing each other.

In the sound of a loud military trumpet, the new king of the Kingdom of Casmonia, the commander of the Semitic Western Front Corps, King Maschinot, rushed up to a small hill, and suddenly reined in his horse.

The war horse let out a loud roar, then stood upright, and kicked several times in the air with a pair of front hooves.

Maschinot sat firmly on his horse, as if rooted, and the wide cloak behind him 'clattered', stretched out like eagle's wings, and fluttered in the wind.

Seeing this, the guards next to them couldn't help but let out a loud shout and applaud.

Maschinotte only smiled faintly, then leaned down and patted the horse's neck affectionately—this Aberdeen horse was indeed very handsome.

At this time, a guard behind him came behind him with a big flag, and then threw it hard, only to hear a 'bang'. The banner was firmly embedded in the dirt.

In the autumn wind, the flag flutters in the wind, and the hunting sounds.

Maschinoth sat up straight on horseback, then stared north.

A few miles away, there was a blue-gray wall stretching out in the distance. It was the majestic capital of the kingdom of Akid, Rotgaron.

It is also the target of the Semitic army this time.

At this moment, more than 100,000 troops were gathered under the walls of Rotgaron.

The black pressure into the head extends outward from the city wall statue for several miles, the sword is like a forest, and the banner is covered.

One of the most conspicuous is a large flag erected on the walls of Rotgaron, which swings slowly in the wind.

On the white flag is painted a cross of gold sè.

It indicates the belonging of these soldiers under the city, who are made up of the Knights of the Templar of the Holy See.

There are also various flags representing different units under the city, but most of them are pure and white Holy See cross flags.

In the distance, white-robed clergymen could be seen running back and forth among the soldiers, shouting and shouting.

Miles away from this huge Papal army was an army of almost the same size.

However, their white spoon flags are very complicated, and the patterns of the flags are varied, including flowers, trees, animals, and various monsters in myths and legends.

It's almost like an encyclopedia of flags.

However, it is clear that these entries are all categories, and it can be discerned from the military flags on their respective heads that they belong to different countries or nobles.

However, in the middle, which is also the largest and most eye-catching, is a gold tulip flag on a blue background. shows their white spoon identity.

This is the hallmark of the newly established De Rossi Empire.

Since the empire had just been established, everything was created in a hurry. Therefore, the huge flag was also made in a hurry. The coat of arms on it is extremely ...... Extremely rudimentary. It's like a postmodern abstract oil painting.

Under this banner full of artistic atmosphere, there is a huge phalanx of tens of thousands of soldiers of the De Rossi Empire.

Although there are a lot of them, those armies really give some unsightly feelings.

Their costumes are as mixed as their white spoon flags, and their weapons are varied. It doesn't look like they're here to fight at all, and a bunch of people who ask for food are called Hanako.

The soldiers of the De Rossi Empire were slightly better, except for the Imperial Guard, although the rest of the soldiers did not have standard equipment, but most of them had a simple chain mail, wore helmets, and were armed with spears or swords.

As for the rest, it's all a mixed bag.

Some knights looked imposing in full armor, while others looked like makeshift peasants and had nothing but a cheap military uniform and a spear.

But at this moment they were all under the command of one banner - the golden banner of the Semitic people.

These are the puppet forces organized by the Semitic tribes in the local area. They were recruited by Semitic nobles.

In the process of co-optation, there was a strange phenomenon that the Semitic nobles disdained and puzzled.

They found that the more fat the aristocracy ate, the faster they surrendered, and the more vicious they became when they suppressed their own people.

And the poor, thin and poor sticks, as soon as they saw the Semitic army passing by, either did not say a word and looked at them with resentful eyes, or they turned and fled. It's as if the Semitic masters would take a fancy to their little.

Maschinot smiled smirkedly as he looked at the army of vassals that stretched for miles to the left and right in front of his horse.

Using the class to break into the class is really a thing that makes them very happy to enter the Semit.

In particular, as soon as the vassal nobles saw him, they immediately became like horn dogs, running upside down, wagging their white spoon tails desperately, eager to pounce on him and lick his feet, to show their loyalty.

Thinking of this, Maschinoth looked left and right, and as expected, he found that His Majesty Emperor De Rossi had appeared beside him, Maschinoth laughed secretly in his heart, and said secretly: "Let you eat dogs first." ”

De Rossi felt Maschinot's gaze, turned his head and smiled politely, "General...... Oh no, Your Majesty, see if we can win this day?"

Maschinot's eyebrows furrowed, and he secretly annoyed in his heart, and cursed, "What kind of thing are you? He dared to show off his might in front of me. ”

However, there was still a polite smile on his face, even if he looked down on this Emperor De Rossi again, he had to be polite on the surface, because he was now a close confidant of the high priest. When he had nothing to do, he was often summoned by the high priest, and his grace was excellent.

"We will win. Maschinot was confident.

De Rossi nodded solemnly and said, "I hope so, to borrow your old saying." ”

Maschinot looked up at him, it would be noon in a while, and then waved his hand and said, "Prepare to attack, and maybe you can catch up for lunch in the city of Rotgaron after the fight." ”

The Semitic army was surrounded by drums and trumpets, and the generals of the various vassal armies shouted "attack" and ordered their soldiers to charge the Templar army in front of them.

At this time, the Holy See army on the opposite side also sounded the snare drum of "dong dong dong".

An old and emaciated cardinal stood at the head of the city of Rotgaron, staring at the west, which was about to enter them with a white spoon, his face solemn.

Behind him was the Legion Commander who led the dozen or so legions to the aid of the Holy See of Rotgallon.

"The situation is not optimistic. The cardinal, dressed in a dark red robe, said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, in the ferocious slaughter of the enemy, we have lost Oloron St. Mary, we have lost Rand, and we have lost Nerak.

We can't afford to lose Rotgaron again. Behind us is Delon, and behind Delong ......"

The cardinal glanced at the Holy See general beside him, and said sternly: "It's Vatino~!"

Millions of knights who have responded to His Majesty's call are on the way, and no matter what the cost, we must defend Rothgaron today. ”

"Yes," the dozen generals of various ages roared impassionedly, morale high.

The cardinal raised his hand slightly, and said, "The light is with you, go, warriors of the Holy See, and destroy the sacred mission that the evil god has entrusted to us Templars." ”

The generals of the Holy See Legion slammed their fists into their chests, their armor striking with a crisp click, and turned and walked down the walls of Rotgaron.

A few minutes later, a scream erupted in the Templar Legion's ranks.

"For the sake of the God of Light. ”

"God is with us. ”

The legion commanders standing on their horses pointed their swords at the class vassals on the ground, and shouted, "Attack~!"

"Attack~!"

Accompanied by the sound of majestic drums and trumpets, hundreds of thousands of papal legions should have almost the same number of enemies on the opposite side of the battlefield that stretched for ten miles around the city of Rothgaron.

Ten minutes later, the distance between the two armies was just over a mile, and the flags of the opposing armies were clearly visible.

The papal knights, who had been at the forefront all the way, raised their weapons and headed towards the enemy, accompanied by a loud shout: "Charge~!"

The Templars slammed their horses' bellies and screamed as they slew the enemy.

Compared to the uneven vassal armies on the other side, the knights of the Templar Legion were undoubtedly better equipped and had more horses.

The Holy See had enough money to equip them with standard armor and weapons, and many of the Templars came from wealthy families and were willing to spend money on equipment.

In terms of cavalry alone, the Templars were in an absolute position.

The vast majority of these Semitic puppet armies were surrendered soldiers, or ordinary soldiers heavily armed by surrendered nobles.

Tens of thousands of knights rode their horses, and the earth trembled to the sound of horses' hooves.

The morale of these subordinate vassals was not high, and they were indomitable in the face of the Papal knights' charge, and they were already frightened before they could get closer.

Especially when you see the wall-like armored knights rushing towards you.

Their tall horses and bright armor clearly told the infantry, which was not something their modest stature could handle.

The consequence of being trampled by a war horse can only be a dead end.

Only the regular army, which has undergone repeated training, can be in danger and calmly deal with the charge of the knights.

Before the papal cavalry could rush to them, the vassals at the front were already frightened, and they turned around and ran back despite the order.

The sub-armies of the vassal Semitic tribes collapsed before the war began~!

The flight of the soldiers at the front immediately caused the rear troops to follow suit.

After thousands of years of indoctrination by the Holy See, the people who have joined the clan have been in awe of the God of Light to the bones, and the reason why they are soldiers is just to eat together, or they are directly pulled by Lazhuang Ding.

Their white spoon combat power is not even five, and they are worthy of the name of the five scum.

When there is nothing to do in normal times, there are many bold puppies who become deserters.

At this moment of facing the test of life and death, he is even more reluctant to go up to die, especially for the undead.

However, the Templars of the Holy See would not let them go because they had escaped, and the Templars who betrayed them and took refuge in the demons were especially hated by the Templars who had a strong faith.

A traitor who betrays into a class is more hateful than an aggressor.

The knights did not hesitate to rush into the fleeing group, raising their weapons and slashing hard, not at all because they were also classified.

A thousand drops these into jiān, and even the god of light will praise them.

Those vassals heard the terrifying screams behind them, and the last bit of courage they had was scared away, and they ran even harder.

They all knew very well in their hearts that they might not be able to outrun the knights of the Holy See, but as long as they could outrun their companions, the knights of the Holy See would always be tired.

No matter how much the generals of the vassal army shouted and stopped, the soldiers retreated like cháo water, and did not pay any attention to them.

What's more, the deserters directly slashed the officer who blocked them, and then spat heavily on their white spoon corpse.

They are afraid of the knights of the Holy See, but they are not afraid of these officers who are pretending to be powerful.

These vassal armies are all composed of nobles who are greedy for life and fear death, or opportunists who are greedy for power.

Many of them were originally hooligans and criminals who were scolded by them, villains in the township, and gangsters who did not do their jobs.

They all trembled immediately after taking refuge with the demons.

A little power and oil and water positions are all held by their white spoon cronies or relatives, using power for personal gain, mercenary, and internal miasma.

These soldiers who were forcibly recruited by them were like pigs and dogs in these eyes, and they were wantonly called and oppressed.

The consequences were immediately apparent on the battlefield, and the resentful soldiers did not hesitate to slaughter them.

It took them half an hour to get from the place of departure to the battlefield, but it only took five minutes for them to flee from the battlefield to the place of departure.

Even the papal knights who charged on horseback were not as fast as their white spoons.

Emperor De Rossi's face was as black as a pig's liver, and his expression became very ugly, as if he had been constipated for more than half a month.

He had always been proud of Jing Rui, a brave soldier of the De Rossi Empire, who collapsed before he could engage in battle.

The emperor originally attached great importance to his loyal army, and if he, the emperor, wanted to make a difference in a group of Semitic tribes, his fists must be hard, relying on his 100,000 army, that is, in the Semitic tribe, which is also not a weak force.

For this reason, De Rossi made a vow, paid bonuses, and gave 14 months' salary to the soldier for one year.

De Rossi has always thought that his imperial soldiers are not much worse than the Semitic people, and when they go to the countryside to collect grain, they deal with the poor and tyrannical dead people, but they are very capable of fighting, and they are all mighty, and the gang of people who beat them screamed.

I didn't expect to be exposed on the battlefield all of a sudden, just a bunch of cowards.

Emperor De Rossi gritted his teeth and scolded viciously: "A bunch of stupid people, waste, bastards......"

Maschinot sneered, laughed out loud in front of De Rossi, didn't care about the nobles next to him, and laughed loudly: "This is also called the army, and it is not as brave as the few dogs I raised." ”

The Semitic generals behind him laughed in unison, mercilessly mocking the nobles.

"Maybe we can build an army out of dogs, and maybe we'll win the class. ”

"Hey, tens of thousands are easy to find, where can you find tens of thousands of dogs. ”

"That's just as well. ”

“……”

Listening to the unbridled laughter and mockery of the Semitic people, Emperor De Rossi could only stiffen his face and say nothing like a log.

The aristocracy beside him was also like a pig's liver, but he didn't dare to say a word.

At this time, the defeated soldiers were already running towards them like cháo water, and they were about to run to their white spoon. Many people are frowning at this time, thinking about a serious question - is it time to run for their lives?

It seems that if you don't run, you can't run.

Some nobles turned their horses' heads extremely brittlely, and began to run away with their cronies, if they weren't afraid of death, they wouldn't have taken refuge in the demons.

A close minister of De Rossi next to him whispered to the young emperor: "Your Majesty, is it time to transfer in." ”

Emperor De Rossi hesitated for a moment, and the tens of thousands of Holy See troops on the opposite side were not far away from them, and it was usually time to flee at this time, o Ano, turn in.

However, seeing that the Semitic generals next to him were full of indifference, Emperor De Rossi was also a little hesitant, he knew that these Semites were in ghosts, and they had already run away if they were in danger, and they must have ghosts.

Maschinot looked at him with a smile and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Emperor De Rossi's eyes rolled, and his expression suddenly became firm again, and he said, "No, even if there is only one entry left, I will hold on to it until the end." ”

"Well, tsk......" Maschinot shook his head and muttered in a low voice, "It's a pity." ”

Then he turned his head and ordered his subordinates: "Write down the name of the person who escaped in, His Majesty of the Divine Throne specially explained." ”

Emperor De Rossi shuddered suddenly, of course he knew the chill revealed by this sentence, and the high priest would not let go of these nobles who had escaped: the heads of these people would soon hang on the city gate.

If he hadn't hesitated just now, he was afraid that this emperor would be the end.

Maschinot moved his body on horseback, squinted at the platinum and gold banner of the Holy See at the head of the city of Rothgaron, and said, "Send a signal, it's time for us to play." ”

Behind him, a dark mage wrapped in black robes raised his hand and threw a spell into the air, and the brilliant spell exploded in midair.

The fleeing soldiers were now blocking the battlefield, and the Holy See's army was slowed down by them, but victory was already theirs.

The golden tulip banner of the De Rossi Empire attracted the attention of the Templars, that is, the sign of the traitor De Rossi, who had entered the class, and it seemed that he was still under the banner, which was a big fish.

"Catch him~!" With this in mind, the Templars of the Holy See slaughtered in the direction of De Rossi, and it was a great achievement to be able to seize this number one into Jiān.

At this time, on the horizon east of Rotgalon, in the rear of the entire battlefield, a group of black figures appeared, quickly rushing towards Rotgallon.

The head of the city of Rotgaron was suddenly shrouded in an ominous shadow.

When the cardinal at the head of the city raised his head, the sky above him was a fortress of war that obscured the young.