Under the dim moonlight, on the vast battlefield, it is not easy for ordinary samurai who are fighting desperately in front to verify whether the commander behind the battle is dead, but looking back, the battle flag on the high ground, which symbolizes the centuries-old military honors and glory of the two leaders of Tatdu and Vodov, is clearly visible when it suddenly disappears.

In the era of cold weapons, the fall of the commander's banner on the battlefield is almost equivalent to defeat, if it is not for the collapse of the battle situation on all fronts, it must have been a very strict accident, so in the battle process that cannot think carefully and act entirely on instinct, it is almost just an instant, and most of the soldiers of the two leaders of Tatt and Wodorf believe the rumors that they heard in their ears and I don't know who said it.

The blood, which had already been hot from the killing, was suddenly boiled by an indescribable anger and panic, and the coalition warriors began to curse frantically: "The Silorians, the despicable Silorians, who have humiliated the glory of Lady Waldo and murdered the Viscount by trickery, are not worthy of being called warriors at all...";

"Kill them, kill these vile ugly creatures, and the Tatterians will wash away their humiliation with 'iron' and 'blood', and defeat the ghostly trick of 'Siloria'...";

"If you don't win, you die, Lady Vodo and the people of Tatto, let us unite to break the battle formation of the Silorians, cut off the heads of their commanders, avenge the two viscounts, and if you don't win, you will die...", and no longer care about their own dangers, and attack the enemies nearby.

On the contrary, on the high ground behind the battle of Tatodu and Vodov, many 'Vodov' and 'Tateto' generals and staff officers gradually regained their composure. Looking condescendingly at the battlefield that slowly slid to the edge of uncontrollability, a sense of horror rose in my heart, but I didn't know how to say anything if I wanted to stop it.

After all, after the commander of the army, who is also the lord of the territory, is killed on the battlefield, it is natural for the soldiers to sacrifice their lives to take revenge, and it is difficult to stop the war unless a stronger big man orders the withdrawal of the army.

However, just let the battle situation festering to the point of being out of control, and even affecting the entire territory because there is no armed force to defend it, and it is not a way to finally overturn, and it is silent for a long time. The adjutant of the battle said with difficulty: "Such a tragic battle situation. Even if we can defeat the Silorians, the future will only end up together.

For the sake of the hundred years of inheritance of 'Tartdu' and 'Vodov'...", before he finished speaking, he suddenly choked, and it turned out that a spear was carried by a hurricane through half of the battlefield. Pierced him in the neck.

A heavy black iron cast. A spear more than a man tall flew over a distance of thousands of paces. The assassination of the commander after the battle formation can be explained by a catastrophic coincidence, but if this kind of thing happens twice in a row, the meaning becomes completely different.

After Tatdu and Vodolph led the battle, the high ground returned to a dead silence. After a long time, a gray-haired, heroic staff officer said in a dry and resolute voice: "No, the situation is not right, I smell the smell of conspiracy!"

The death of Viscount Vodolph and Adjutant Aquelius was no accident, and there was a plan to make an immediate truce with the Silorians...", and he was halfway through his sentence when a third spear fell from the sky and nailed it to the ground along with the beast.

One after another, the unbridled assassinations have fully proved that there is a mastermind behind the war, the allied forces of 'Tartdu', 'Vodov' and the army of Siloria, and the ruse should have reached the final end by this time, so he doesn't care about being discovered.

A sense of grief and indignation at being fooled and played, mixed with an inexplicable despair, rose in the hearts of all the senior Roman officers on the high ground at the rear of the battle formations led by Tattdu and Vodoff.

After the third silence, someone began to lose their minds and roared: "Who, who, who is so deliberately using such a despicable trick, must destroy our Lady Waldo first!"

You're not going to make it, you're not going to...", and then he was killed by a fourth spear that came downwind.

At the same time, flying in the air, he flicked his fingers and dragged the flying spear to kill one coalition commander, general, and staff officer after another;

While staring at the battlefield that was already a crazy melee, Zhang Lisheng muttered to himself faster and faster, "Thirty-two thousand seven hundred and fifty-one, thirty-two thousand seven hundred and fifty-two...", the speed of the sound has long exceeded the limit of the audio that normal human ears can receive.

When he counted to more than sixty thousand, he suddenly nodded with emotion, stopped and stretched, with an admiring expression on his face, "The attrition has been far more than half."

It's really hard to imagine that in the era of cold weapons, there was a battle that lasted more than two hours, killed sixty percent of their comrades, and could still maintain their fighting spirit without collapsing, but to this point, they should have reached the limit..."

Saying that, Zhang Lisheng slowly descended and floated towards the battlefield, at this time, the dark clouds dispersed, and the bright moon sprinkled a trace of moonlight in the sky, projecting his short figure suspended in mid-air on the ground, showing a dark and huge terrifying shadow.

"It would be cruel and disrespectful to continue to fool you, the Romance warriors who have survived the battle, to roll on the ground and use your teeth to distinguish victory and defeat in this exhausted and scarred situation.

Let me bury you with my own hands, as a sign of the respect that a god deserves for the 'original ruling class' that is about to be extinct..."As the black shadow that covered the sky and the moon slowly flew over the battlefield, attracting the attention of one bloody Roman warrior after another, a terrifying sound containing infinite majesty and indescribable fierceness suddenly echoed in the ears of every Roman man on the earth.

"It's the Otherworldly, it's the Otherworldly Lord who was enshrined in Lord Viscount Tatto, how could he fly in the sky, and again, say something...";

"It's a conspiracy of the people of the other world, this qiē is the conspiracy of these people of the other world, and the stupid Tate people have fallen for the people of the other world, these fools...";

"Shoot him, shoot this dwarf with a crossbow, and the empty horse, the empty horse to kill him, kill him...", looking up at the demons floating in the air, most of the Romans showed a blank expression, but some smart people who knew Zhang Li's survival began to roar loudly in a sudden realization.

It's a pity that the crossbow on the battlefield has long been broken and the bow has been exhausted, and the flying riding beasts have also been pierced through their bodies one by one by the ground stabs that suddenly emerge from the dirt, and they died miserably on the ground.

Then all the Roman warriors on the plains of Middle Enit were horrified to find that the solid ground soaked in blood and scattered with stumps suddenly became soft, and could no longer carry the heavy bodies of them and their mounts under their crotch.

The land began to slowly engulf these warriors who had summoned the last of their strength until the last moment, desperately roaring and struggling.

“... Twenty-two thousand seven hundred and fifteen, one hundred twenty-two thousand seven hundred and sixteen. After expressing his respect for the heroic battles of the three warriors of Tatdu, Vodov, and Siloria, Zhang Lisheng flew on the battlefield and continued to count indifferently, until the last Roman warrior buried in the dirt at his feet, and then closed his mouth.

"I hope this is a perfect ending," he muttered to himself in the bright moonlight, looking down at the empty red soil, which had only been speckled with specks of red soil, proving that there had been a tragic and decisive battle in the past, and finally muttered to himself, "It is also a perfect beginning...", and turned and floated into the distant sky.

Two days and one night later, at noon, an unbelievably large and strange army set foot on the land of the Middle Enit, shattering the tranquility of the conspiracy and decisive battle, and quickly liberating all the slaves and civilians of the Gertre and their suzerain, 'Siloria', who had no armed resistance.

and after the Siloria is 'Bonoch';

Ponoch was followed by 'Essen' and 'Dupp';

And then there's the Bowicken collar, the Nast collar, the Hautwer collar... With millions of slave warriors under the protection of thousands of Wuli sacrifices, they won victory after victory with crushing power, and the belief of Wuli gods began to spread rapidly across the Roman continent at the speed of geometric fission.

Revenge, invitations to send troops, even scribbled maps, strayed borders and other excuses were used over and over again, and the lightning-fast offensive and tight blockade of the Wu Li forces caught the Roman nobles off guard and became prisoners of the ranks, but unfortunately, as the number of fallen territories gradually accumulated to an alarming level, the news finally leaked out.

For thousands of years, the Romans had been in their own way, and they were as arrogant as emperors, knowing that at the southern tip of the continent, a god from nowhere had quietly risen and devoured large swaths of land.

Soon, dozens of Roman lords whose territory was already bordering the land of Wuli's faith temporarily abandoned their hatred and strife, united their military forces, and took the initiative to attack the Roman slave army led by Carthage, but because they underestimated the strength of the other party, they suffered a crushing defeat, and the territory was annexed.

However, the active attack of the alliance of the Romance Lords also made the Wuli gods understand that the ruling class of the Roman Continent was fully alert to their invasion, and after the last round of frantic annexation, they ordered a temporary halt to the expansion of the religious army.

At this time, it had only been three months since he started the war against the Roman civilization, but nearly one-third of the Roman Continent, which covered an area of more than 45 million square kilometers and had a population of more than 1.8 billion, had fallen into his hands.

After that, Zhang Lisheng began to reorganize the army of Roman slaves and civilians, repatriated women and teenagers under the age of 20 to their hometowns, and strived to establish a normal military system and a normal ruling order based on theocracy in the land shrouded in his faith in the shortest possible time.

And the remaining thousands of Romance lords began to contact each other, trying their best to form an unprecedentedly powerful aristocratic alliance in the history of Roman civilization, accumulating the strength to fight to the death against the invaders! (To be continued......