Lange's tense face glared angrily at the trembling signal soldier kneeling in front of him. The news of the annihilation of the entire army in the tunnel battle made his whole body tremble, and his anger was raging. The poor signal soldier knelt there motionless, his head bowed, his whole body cold, not daring to look at this usually amiable Highness. I'm afraid that if you're not careful, you'll be used as a punching bag. He couldn't imagine how miserable he would die like that.

"Well, young man, it's not his fault, why bother a soldier. Remember, failure is the mother of success. You didn't succeed, but you tried. ”

An old hand put on Lange's shoulder and patted it gently, like a knowledgeable old man comforting a hairy child who was new to the world. If it were an ordinary old man, Langer would definitely chop off the hand that dared to offend him. But, at least not today. For the comfort of the old man, Prince Beamon, who was domineering and exposed, nodded silently and humbly taught. He waved his hand gently, and the relieved poor baby immediately burst out of the scene at 120% speed.

"Master Fan ......"

Lange looked at the kind-faced old man with a bitter expression. originally thought that he was a good strategic offensive, but in front of the more cunning and sophisticated Terrans, it immediately appeared in its original form, and it seems that he still needs more sharpening.

The old man's slightly narrowed eyes revealed a different kind of fine light. He waved his hand slightly, putting a finger to his mouth. A faint smile squeezed the orange peel all over his face into a pile, which looked even more weird.

"Little Lange, listen quietly, it's about to begin!"

Lange's face changed slightly, as if he had thought of something, and immediately complied. This master Fan was highly respected in the kingdom of Bimon and had a very high status. If nothing else, at the very least, he knew that Master Fan could exercise his sole discretion directly without his nominal campaign commander.

His father arranged for the master to accompany the army, firstly, so that he could further teach himself. Second, it is used for pressing the array. Lange vividly remembers the solitary conversation that his father had dragged him into his study the night before he set out for the expedition.

For this sneak attack, the Beamon Kingdom has been secretly preparing for decades. As the supreme ruler of the kingdom, the lion king's every move has attracted much attention, and if he drives a personal expedition, his whereabouts will definitely be exposed. Therefore, Lange, who is both civil and military, is the best candidate to recruit on behalf of his father. The master is the chief military division who coordinates the overall situation.

Before the father's expedition, the emperor repeatedly instructed: "If you are undecided, find the master!"

It can be seen from this that this old man, who has been half-buried in the loess, has a position in the kingdom. Lange has been taught by him since he was a child, so naturally there will be no doubts.

It's just that the unfathomable old man sometimes says some whimsical words, which makes him puzzled. But for the old man's opinions and suggestions, Lange listened to everything. For he is the wisest elder in the kingdom. Because he is the elder of the three dynasties who wholeheartedly assisted the Rand family. Because he is the master of the Union Kingdom of Bimunnan. Because he is, Jett de Boer!

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The soldiers stationed at the city gates were not unelite. They sounded the alarm as soon as they noticed something unusual, and piercing flares rose rapidly in the slanting sun, sending the most urgent request for help to the troops stationed around.

As Dalton's most trusted descendant, Rogge, as a partial general, took the initiative to lead the order to garrison the city gate. He knew how important his mission was, so this time he ordered an entire elite battalion to block the city gates.

"Shield hand forward, shield up!"

A platoon of well-trained soldiers stepped forward in unison, smashing the heavy tower shield to the ground. The ground covered by bluestone slabs suddenly burst, and hundreds of strong shields stood up neatly without the slightest shaking.

"Pikemen, bright guns!"

Another platoon of soldiers stood a silver spear about a foot long diagonally through the gap between their shields. Suddenly, this spear and one shield completely blocked the huge city gate passage, like a murderous eighth-order demonic beast thorn turtle blocking here, leaving the enemy with no way to start.

Rogge looked indifferently at the dolls who were rushing to death. If you think about it, they should be the group of young elites who disappeared from Xilin Academy. It's just that at this time, using this strength to storm the most firmly defended city gate is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

But are they really that stupid? The answer is obviously not! Rogge curled the corners of his mouth and a subtle smile appeared on his face.

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The group of teenagers had already increased their speed to the extreme. Rushing all the way, the two sides got closer and closer, and the soldiers defending the city could almost clearly see the pores on the faces of the group of dolls.

The faces of the young men were hideous, and their faces were full of violence, revealing a kind of cruelty that did not match their age, as if they were wild beasts that chose people and devoured the ground. Even when these battle-hardened soldiers saw it, they couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts. The atmosphere suddenly became tense!

"Units, prepare!"

Except for the soldiers who resisted the city gates, the rest of the soldiers were all ready. The next moment may be to launch a powerful offensive against this group of daredevils that is enough to kill them with one blow.

Only, they did not wait for further instructions to come. All that was waiting was a furious attack from the defenseless rear.

There was silence in the dark city gate cave, but some intermittent dying ** sounds faintly heard in front of him came from time to time. The defensive formation, which had been as solid as a thorn turtle, collapsed in an instant. However, this terrorist attack did not come from the enemy......

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The soldiers beside Rogge looked at the elegant general in amazement, as if they wanted to see flowers on his face. They needed an explanation, and they were desperate to know why Rog had struck that brutal blow to his men.

Probably, maybe, it could just be a misshot! But none of this matters anymore. With Rogge's re-attack, it seems that a deeply hidden conspiracy is gradually revealed.

No one knows that Rogge, who treats people well and blushes when he sees beautiful girls, has such a mad side. So, when Rog attacked, all his comrades thought that his combat skills were headed towards the group of Beamon boys. No one jumped out to stop it.

The soldiers, who had left their backs to their most trusted brothers, had not yet figured out what had happened, and they were completely killed and met Hades!

Rogge drew his long sword and swung it lightly, and an extremely thin red line appeared around the necks of several of the pro-soldiers guarding him. The red line gradually expanded, and crimson blood splattered out. The loyal soldiers glared in horror, and to death they could not understand why their well-guarded general would attack them.

The boys of the Beamon School rushed forward ferociously, and when they stepped through the initial steel defenses, they did not forget to make up for the soldiers who were still dying. They quickly rushed past Rogge, and the furious Beamon teenagers couldn't help but shudder when they looked at Rogge's breezy expression. What kind of cold-blooded person can do this?

Except for a few people who knew Rogge's true identity, the rest of the people only knew that Rogge was the most critical internal response in this direct command operation of Master Fan. Ever since they had been taken by Rogge to hide in the houses closest to the city gates last night, they had known that he was one of their own.

Originally, they turned their noses up at Rogge's covert plan. But after seeing a few groundhog Beamon, the last scruples in my heart disappeared. While searching the city, they hid more than ten feet from the ground, quietly waiting for the time to come. It wasn't until a message arrived through a secret channel that they broke through the ground and delivered the deadliest blow from the enemy's belly.

Rogge didn't participate in the next offensive, he just silently walked out of the city gate, from the shadows to the last ray of light in the sky. Looking at the blood all over the ground, Rogge sighed lightly in his heart, then quickly turned his face away, without a trace of nostalgia, and strode towards the slowly open steel door.

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The news of the attack on the city gate spread like wings through the city. The aged General Dalton was struck by lightning and refused to believe the truth of this news for a long time. However, even so, he quickly gave the order for the battalions to draw in reserve men and horses to follow him to attack. No matter how much it is sacrificed, it is necessary to take back control of the city gates.

However, the gap between reality and ideals is always huge!

The army of Beamon still maintained a great siege intensity. And the open city gate was like an open Pandora's box, and the Beamon army, which had been blocked so that it could not be vented, suddenly poured in from the city gate like a tide, and washed those improvised positions into pieces.

The Xilin City Defense Army retreated step by step, and it was already showing a trend of rout.

Everywhere there are burning ruins, everywhere there are citizens who have fled for their lives, and everywhere there are soldiers who have fought bloodily to defend their homeland. The two armies fought to the death in various alleys, fighting for every inch of land. Whether it's the muddy earth or the sun's westward sky, it's all blood-red. The most tragic offensive and defensive battles in the world are going on, and everyone has a role to play in them. Life or death......

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Qingfeng led everyone to retreat while fighting, and even Li Tiande, who had no intention of fighting, participated. This group of people is strong and stands out in the surging battle army.

Perhaps because the gates were wide open, the siege of the Bimon army was not as fierce as before. However, even the frantic attack of these tens of thousands of orcs also forced this group of half-grown teenagers to be miserable.

Li Tiande has given up on the original idea of letting the teenagers let go of the exercise. At this moment, he just wanted to get them away safely. In this kind of battle of more than 100,000 people, no matter how strong a person is, he can't resist alone. Therefore, Li Tiande is not ready to be a hero. Because the final result of the hero is to die, and a monument is erected. Li Tiande doesn't have such noble sentiments, he just likes to live his petty bourgeois life.

They have been completely surrounded by an army of orcs. It was crowded as far as the eye could see. Everywhere there were hideous fangs and terrifying roars.

Everyone fought hard, and the originally neat formation was disrupted by the overwhelming army of the other party. When he killed the fierce opponents around him, he suddenly looked back, only to find that there was no one around him.

The friends have long been separated in the chaos!

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