The king of Ribol in Xinnen, the Semitic commander of the Western Front, and His Majesty Veraprani also did not close his eyes all night.

After receiving the news of the undead's attack, Veraplani was a little dissatisfied at first.

The dignified Semitic army besieged for a day, and although it did not make much progress, it had no merit and hard work, and no hard work and hard work.

From a military theory point of view, our army has also greatly consumed the enemy's energy and morale

If you don't have a shame, it can also be said that although the flash army paid a certain price in the process of dealing with the enemy, at the same time, it also greatly consumed the enemy's most precious artillery and ammunition.

In the daytime battle, this experienced general was also extremely keenly aware of the strength of the Terrans, no more than 30,000 at most.

And although those Terran soldiers are powerful, it can be seen that they move slowly, and their requirements for logistics supply are extremely high, so they can only rely on the city to fight the trapped beasts.

On the Semitic side, although the former army was lost, the Semitic tribe was outnumbered after all, and they still had an army of more than 100,000.

As long as you are patient and slowly consume the enemy, I believe that you can definitely consume the enemy to death.

And now it's just a lost battle, uh, no, a small, insignificant file under the city, these lichs can't wait to come and pick peaches, and they also dragged thirty-five or eighty-thousand, by casting some necromantic magic, for fear of accidentally injuring the soldiers, and forcing the Semites to retreat twenty miles

Shit~! It's nice to say, it's not that the Semites are afraid of robbing them of their credit.

Veraprani was furious at this: these bitches were so unrighteous. Even the 'flower sedan chair is carried by everyone'. 'Wealth together'. This universal truth of officialdom is not observed.

He had already secretly made up his mind in his heart: if the lichs were defeated in this battle, then forget it. If they win, even if Uncle Wei tears his face, he will have to fight with them for credit.

After all, Uncle Wei lost the battle under the city, and they won the battle as soon as they came. What does this make outsiders think of Uncle Wei?

Shao had to point his nose and scold General Veraprani for being a rice bucket.

Deep down, he even hoped that the Vatino would fight for something. Let these damn lichs run into ashes.

Under these circumstances, he urgently gathered the army and retreated twenty miles in one go.

In the face of a new defeat and in the darkness of the night, it is extremely dangerous to carry out such a retreat mission. The slightest mistake could lead to a large-scale rout.

It is said that there was an idiot emperor in the East named 'Fu Jian' who used to do this. And Veraprani didn't intend to write his name in the history of idiocy, so he had to be full of energy. Riding a horse, leading the personal guards, patrolling back and forth in front of the army.

Something is wrong. He lashed the soldiers mercilessly, and even cut off the heads of several unlucky ones.

When cutting people. He also sighed at the inferior quality of the dead people of the Semitic tribe: no matter where it is, there are always such fools. Obviously, it is a capital crime to disturb the ranks of the army, but they just have to run around, and they have to find their own death.

Later, I learned that those unlucky puppies were unaccustomed to the water and soil, and they were having diarrhea, and they left the team to find a place to shit, but they were bumped into by him.

But no matter what he said, under his strict orders, the army finally withdrew within a radius of twenty miles. At this time, Veraprani breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, in the direction of the Vatino City in the East, the holy light had already illuminated the sky, and the low rumble of artillery fire came.

There was a commotion among the Semitic soldiers.

All of them tilted their heads and kept pointing to the east. But when it comes to the Lich and the Dark Mage, their tone is not very happy, but full of fear.

In Semit, the dark mage is like a mountain that weighs on the heads of ordinary people, and the Semitic people have no good impression of these cruel and murderous, inhumane undead creatures.

Veraprani had always been uneasy, and in fact he was deeply skeptical that Marcel's plan would succeed.

These guys are all a bunch of rice buckets, forgetting their righteousness when they see small profits, and doing big things and sacrificing their lives. It's so unreliable.

To date, none of the various military operations led by the Lich have been successful. But their most powerful power at the moment is still in the hands of the lich.

This made Veraprani worried.

After the entire army had retreated to safety, Veraprani returned to the battlefield with a group of men and horses, risking a few miles from the battlefield to observe the battle.

Although it was night, the holy light and artillery fire had illuminated the entire battlefield, so that Veraprani could see the battlefield clearly without much effort, even though he was miles away.

When more than a dozen huge corpse demons appeared, he and the Semitic officers and soldiers beside him all gasped, adding another layer of fear to the undead.

If such a monster appeared in Semit, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Veraprani didn't know what to use to stop them.

But the Vatino has the light to restrain undead creatures.

The battle between the two sides turned into a tug-of-war, where you went back and forth, and fought an inextricable fight.

It also amazed Veraprani.

Although in the previous descriptions of the Semitic race, the Terrans were all selfish, cowardly, lazy, incompetent, despicable, and shameless...... But at this time, he also had to admit that the power of the human race was strong, and it was not weaker than those undead lichs in the slightest.

As time passed, the scales of victory tipped in favor of the undead.

Veraprani estimated that in a few more hours, the terrifying undead creatures would break through the Vatino's defenses, no later than dawn.

After defeating the Vatino, he will immediately attack Jouman, join Orlandini's Northern Army under Jouman, and defeat Jouman. The war was won completely.

Although the mages of the Maple Leaf Danlin are strong. But there are still hundreds of war fortresses that are besieging and pinning them down. There is no offensive ability.

When the time comes, breaking the siege for three years and five years will be enough to trap them.

So taking the Vatino is the key to the whole war.

Just when Veraprani thought victory was already beckoning him, rockets flew into battle like a meteor shower, and the ground was enveloped in a sea of fire.

Seven rounds of rockets swept the battlefield north of the Vatino, and then the Vatino people came out and launched a counterattack.

Instantly, Veraprani only felt cold in his hands and feet. There was a feeling of going from heaven to hell, and he knew that the lich had been defeated again.

But what happened next made Veraprani especially angry, and the lich and the dark mage ran away directly, and no one thought to inform him.

This made Vera Plani angry and scolded, and roared angrily: "These damn bastards, will they fight or not, a group of teammates who are stupider than pigs~!"

If he hadn't been watching the battle nearby, he wouldn't even have known that the lich had failed.

Humanity is likely to seize the opportunity and catch him off guard.

Vatino's cavalry galloped across the battlefield. Purify those evil creatures.

Veraprani was so angry that he jumped to his feet like a shrew and cursed the streets for three generations of the Lich Marcel's ancestors. The guards behind him reminded, "My lord, the enemy is out of the city, and it is time for us to retreat." ”

It dawned on Veraprani that he didn't want to be an unlucky man like Maschinot.

"Let's go~!" he shouted, turned his horse's head and ran back, already thinking in his heart that he must make a fierce complaint to the High Priest of the Dead.

It didn't take long for the skylight of the fire behind him to light up the sky, and Verapranil, who was aware of the abnormality, stopped his horse, stared blankly at the direction of the flames, and muttered, "Where is it?"

The Semitic officer next to him was also stunned, and said dumbfoundedly: "It seems to be ...... Our big battalion?"

Veraprani's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly in panic: "Not good~!"

The Semitic officers changed color in fright, and due to the haste of evacuation, all the supplies for their more than 100,000 people were in the camp, and the soldiers outside only carried simple weapons.

Veraprani immediately wanted to rush over, but was hugged by his attendants, and he kicked and beat the attendants who stopped him frantically, shouting: "Let go of me, I want to recapture the camp, let go of me~!"

"My lord, it's dangerous. The attendant repeated the phrase over and over again.

The main Semitic force honestly squatted twenty miles away to count the stars, and the person brought by Veraprani was not enough for humans to stuff their teeth, and besides, they had been frightened by the indiscriminate bombardment of the Katyusha just now.

Think about it, if this thing falls on their heads, they won't be able to run.

The fire in the east is getting brighter and brighter, and the range is getting bigger and bigger, and it is obvious that the entire camp has been burned by humans, and it is too late to pass at this time.

Looking at the skyrocketing fire of the camp, Veraplani no longer struggled, and the whole person seemed to suddenly age by twenty years, and looked exhausted.

He waved his hand weakly and said decadently: "Forget it, let's go back." ”

Then he gritted his teeth and said hatefully: "Marcel mistook me for the great cause of the Semitic race." ”

The face of the general on one side was also very ugly, as if someone had robbed his wife, and after pondering for a moment, he comforted: "My lord, maybe it's not that bad, we can ask for food from De Rossi, if it's fast, it will only delay for a few days." ”

Veraprani shook his head, sighed helplessly, and said, "That's all it takes." ”

The Semitic camp burned for half the night, and by daybreak there were fires in some parts of the camp.

Veraprani led his men to the camp in the hope of retrieving something.

In the distance, the Vatino City was as calm as ever, with its gates closed and no human beings in sight.

The Semitic soldiers were dumbfounded when they saw the camp burned to blackened ruins.

The Vatino didn't fight, and he lost the big camp, and it was a problem to eat, how will this battle be fought in the future?

Annoyed, the soldiers couldn't help but curse the lich and the dark mage in unison, and the whole army shared their hatred and loudly vented their frustration.

At this time, everyone finally understood that their worst enemies were not humans, but the undead who had not done enough and had more than enough to lose.

Veraprani had already figured it out at this time, anyway, it was already like this, and no matter how angry he was, it would not help. What should be done now is to write a detailed report of the battle to the high priest. Make this accountable. It's all about Marcel's brainless bastard.

A victim himself.

After venting, the soldiers began to collect the remaining supplies, pulling through the charred rubble to see if anything useful could be found inside.

Almost all of the grain was burned, leaving only the two marginal stacks that survived, making them the preferred targets of the Semitic soldiers.

They hastily ran twenty miles west from the camp, with the moon above their heads, and squatted in the field to count the stars all night. It was very cold at the end of October.

At dawn, he marched back in a hurry, and his stomach was empty, already hungry. With green eyes, staring at the fat cook in the barracks is like looking at a fragrant roast pig.

The cooks were all terrified, and if those puppies didn't have anything to eat, maybe they would eat themselves raw.

At this time, seeing the piles of white noodles, it was like seeing a savior, and the quartermasters of each company rushed to the grain pile with the cooks.

This time. It is right to feed those who feed their men.

In case they are hungry and cause trouble. When the time comes, the general will cut off his own head.

A team of veteran soldiers had their eyes on the only remaining pile of food early in the morning, and they stumbled with elbows and feet, and all kinds of tricks came out in succession, knocking everyone else around them to the ground, and rushing forward first.

Just as they were happy to have a full meal, the soldier who was running at the front felt as if he had stepped on a stone under his feet, and the stone had sunk downward.

Before he could move his feet, the firing pin in the fuse ejected on the activator, and the mine planted in the earth exploded, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this time, Veraprani watched the soldiers sweep through the ruins outside the camp with a gloomy face, silently calculating how much he had lost in this battle. He was also thinking about how he should write a report to the high priest and tell the little black state of the lichs.

At the same time, there was a faint hint of joy in his heart. Since the lichs have lost the battle, then on the other hand, their defeat yesterday is not too ugly.

As the saying goes, it's not that our army is too incompetent, it's that the enemy is too powerful.

Just when he crackled the small abacus in his heart, suddenly a fire flashed dozens of meters in front of him, and a column of smoke more than ten meters high rose up, and a group of soldiers around him were thrown into the air by a violent explosion.

The rear rushed up to grab the food and was crashing into the explosion, killing a large number of people.

"Enemy attack~!"

"Lie down~!"

“……“

Immediately, the hoarse shouts of officers and soldiers were heard from the crowd.

In fact, without waiting for them to speak, almost all the Semitic soldiers instinctively lay on the ground, holding their heads firmly with their hands, and after yesterday's battle, they all learned this trick.

Veraprani was also dragged off his horse by his own guards at the first time, and several guards pressed him under him, and formed a human shield with great courage to protect the king.

Everyone lay on the ground and waited for a while, but the second explosion did not come for a long time, and it was necessary to put it on the rest, at this time it should be a continuous artillery fire, explosion, fire after fire, to see which unlucky man was hit by the shell.

At this moment, there was silence in the camp.

Two minutes later, the bewildered Semitic soldiers got up and looked at each other: What was going on? Could it be that the cannon just now had been fired by a human? Could their cannon really hit so far?

They waited a little longer, and after confirming that there was no danger, they became emboldened again.

People are iron, rice is steel, and there is no hunger for a meal.

At this time, eating enough is the last word~!

Therefore, they did not care about the wounded, and ran quickly to the grain pile again.

Seeing that they were about to rush to the grain pile, the next second, a ball of fire burst out from the front.

The body of an unlucky ghost was blown to pieces, and blood and mud rained down from the sky, wetting a large area of the ground.

Several people behind him were also shattered, with stumps and broken arms, and internal organs and large intestines scattered all over the ground. In this cold weather, there is a steaming heat. It's breathtaking.

The people who had just gotten up from the ground 'hula' all fell down again.

This time, they waited a full five minutes before they slowly got up from the ground.

Sharp-eyed people have seen that the explosion came from the soles of the feet of the people in front of them. Apparently there is something damn underground.

A group of soldiers, you look at me, I look at you. No one dared to move forward anymore. They were all stunned.

"Bastard, what's the daze~!" suddenly came an officer's roar from behind, and he shouted loudly: "Quickly carry the flour over." ”

Several soldiers in the front row glanced at each other, then shook their heads firmly, and took a few steps back.

Someone explained: "There will be an explosion in the ground. ”

The officer strode over angrily waving his horsewhip, and slashed them in front of him, scolding them while beating: "Coward, bastard." It's just that I'm scared of two shots, give it to me~!"

A few soldiers held their heads to avoid the officer's whip, but they just refused to take one more step, their own lives were at stake, and no one would be stupid.

A stunned young man was beaten in a hurry, and shouted loudly: "I don't believe you go up yourself, what do you mean by driving us to death~!"

The officer laughed angrily, and with one kick kicked the soldier who was speaking a few meters away, then rolled up his sleeves and said loudly: "Lao Tzu will go personally." When Lao Tzu comes back, I will beat you to death. ”

As he spoke, he strode towards the grain stack.

The surrounding soldiers retreated far away. I poked my head out in a circle.

One step, two steps......

The officer walked up to the grain stack in a few steps, flicked the whip, and said proudly: "I'll let you make excuses again, come up for me~!"

The surrounding soldiers looked at each other, puzzled in their hearts, and slowly leaned forward.

The officer snorted coldly, turned around and walked back, and pointed to the few soldiers who had just disobeyed, and said, "You don't need to eat today, give me a good ......."

Suddenly an explosion lit up from the soles of his feet, and one of the officer's legs was blown off, and the whole person spun into the air, and then fell to the ground.

Miraculously, he was still alive, holding a broken leg that was bleeding profusely, and screaming.

The Semitic soldiers retreated with a 'hula', far away.

While the soldiers were discussing what to do, a dull explosion was heard from the back of the crowd.

The sound was not loud, but there was an immediate scream around them, and some people had several metal pieces the size of fingernails stuck in their faces, and then covered their faces with their hands and fell to the ground screaming loudly.

The people next to him were frightened and took more than a dozen steps back, and someone stepped on a mine, and a thin smoke rose up, and hundreds of steel balls exploded, splashing on all sides like a torrential rain, and hitting the soldiers' bodies.

The soldier who had been shot fell to the ground, rolling and screaming.

Those who were killed on the spot were relieved, and those who were injured by the explosion and were not fatal were over, and they could only be a waste.

The Semitic soldiers in the camp were like frightened rabbits, driven around by the occasional explosions.

The more the crowd dispersed, the more people stepped on the mines.

The chaos in the camp was stunned, and he couldn't even imagine what was going on.

However, one thing is certain, this is a weapon planted by humans in the ground.

Those who came to their senses immediately fled outside the camp, and at this time it did not matter what food was or not.

The Semitic battalion withdrew two miles from the camp of the young souls in one go, and 100,000 people were in a daze in the bleak cold wind.

Veraprani turned all his frustration into a long sigh, and then ordered the whole army to retreat westward, collecting as much grain as possible from the surrounding towns.

The situation suddenly turned very unfavorable for him.

At this time, what he was worried about was not the attack, but whether the Lord of Lorraine in Vatino City would let him go, and humans would definitely not let go of this opportunity to beat the water dogs.

As long as he entangles his troops and interferes from time to time, if there is no one to help him within four or five days, his army on the western route will be in danger.

And to contact De Rossi and let him have food again, it will take at least ten days, which is enough time for Lorraine to toss them to death.

Humans can even wait until they are hungry and have no strength, and then crush them with a group of farmers with hoes.

Veraprani was even ready to sacrifice one more division to break them off and hold off their pursuers.

At noon the next day, His Majesty the King of Veraprani had lunch of a chicken, a piece of white bread, and a glass of inferior home-brewed wine, which was already the most sumptuous.

The officers under his command could only nibble on potatoes on mixed bread, while the soldiers were only given two potatoes each, and the grain search team scraped all the potatoes within a radius of dozens of miles and found these things from the local area.

This made His Majesty the King, who was already accustomed to surprise court cooking, very uncomfortable, and the morale in the barracks was low, and there was a sound of lamentation.

The Semitic soldiers could not understand how they had suddenly fallen from victors to such a miserable situation.

At this time, hundreds of war fortresses that went to attack the Vatino brought good news to His Majesty King Veraprani.

When Veraprani read this top-secret letter, his originally nervous expression suddenly relaxed, and an excited expression appeared on his face.

He raised his glass, drank the unpalatable bad wine, and said with a smile: "Now you finally don't have to worry about that damn Lorraine, he will soon be unable to protect himself." (To be continued.) )