Of the three major armies on the Bran front, the Zichen Legion is in the center, guarding the crucial and crucial middle lane. The Thunder Legion is on the right and the Cangyan Legion is on the left, which together form the defense line on both sides.

Just in the defense area of the Thunder Legion, when hundreds of kilometers of wilderness were in full swing this afternoon, the Cangyan Legion on the left was also attacked by the barbarians, but it was not a level, but a large city. And the barbarian attack here is not so fierce, and it even seems a little unhurried.

It wasn't until the evening that the earth-shattering shouts that had been screaming here for a day finally stopped. After a wave of barbarians in Zuihou was knocked down from the wall, several muffled horn trombones sounded, and the barbarians died down and retreated.

In the middle of the sound, the barbarians here to clean up the battlefield appeared, not to carry the corpses of their companions, there is no habit of going into the earth for peace on the Northern Wilderness side, and those who have the conditions will be buried, and most of them are left to stay in the place of death. The barbarian figure in action was out of range of bows and arrows on the city walls, picking up the weapons of his dead comrades, stripping off the armor of the Bran soldiers, and so on. No way, although the Northern Wilderness is extremely rich in all kinds of minerals, they don't have the production technology of Bran's side, just like some huge iron rods held by ordinary barbarians, which are completely simple iron lumps.

On top of the mound a few miles outside the city, about a dozen people stood in the awe-inspiring cold wind, taking in the situation under the city walls.

Standing at the forefront was an old man with frosty white temples and a large-leaf dragon scale armor, who was undoubtedly a barbarian from some of his appearance characteristics, but he was not the same as ordinary barbarians, with the same majestic physique, but he did not have such sloppy long hair, and even at a glance, he was almost the same as the old man Bran. Especially the facial temperament, there is no ferocity exposed by ordinary barbarians. Some are just old and calm. The eye waves are as deep as the sea. It's like a wise old magician who has read the vicissitudes of the scriptures.

Watching the barbarians retreat in an orderly manner, the old man nodded, with appreciation in his flat tone: "Good fight." This is certainly not irony, and there is an almost conclusive hint in the old man's rounded Bran tone.

"It's Haru, it's better taught by the marshal. Well, in a few days, the Bran people in the city won't be able to hold on. A middle-aged barbarian officer behind him stepped forward and said the officer leading the battle below. slapped the old man lightly, and then shook his head and smiled, "Hehe, if it's a strong attack, you can take it tomorrow." ”

"It's not worth it. The old man's face was calm, and he looked at the precarious city of Bran in the distance again, "We are facing a powerful enemy, just like those giant beasts in the wilderness, it is impossible to kill them with a single attack. So radical for a while, in addition to increasing casualties. Nothing good. ”

"Yes, that's right. The middle-aged officer did not argue. He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "Tiu is fighting very fiercely, and he just got the news that he has launched a fierce attack on dozens of levels in the wilderness outside the Thunder Legion. Well, it should be able to be laid. ”

"Peripheral checkpoints?" the old man frowned when he heard this, then lowered his head slightly and remained silent. This state fell into the eyes of the middle-aged barbarian officer, and a little admiration couldn't help but appear on his face. Of course, he knew that the old man beside him was familiar with the terrain of Bran, and it was not an exaggeration to say that the general topography of the entire northern part of Bran was almost in the old man's heart.

After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his head slightly: "Tiu's move is too risky, and capturing those levels can certainly expand the results of the battle, but his location is already close to the Zichen Legion's defense area." ”

The middle-aged officer nodded, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "We know this, of course Tiu also knows, but ...... Hehe, I'm afraid his purpose is to touch the Zichen Legion. ”

"Stupid!" the old man snorted, his face showed anger, and he said unceremoniously, "Who does he think he is? Zi Yi is also something he can provoke? If he is not careful, this good situation will be buried in his hands!"

After a pause, his anger subsided slightly, and he waved his hand, "Now send a message to Tiwu and ask him to transfer the army and give me a stay away from the Zichen Legion." ”

He needs to be able to listen to it...... The middle-aged officer couldn't help but shake his head secretly, of course, he still nodded on the surface and said, "Yes...... In fact, although Tiu is acting crazy, he can still see the overall situation clearly, even if he provokes the Zichen Army, he must have calculated a way out, and it shouldn't be a big problem. Besides, well, let him learn a lesson. ”

"Hmph!" the old man snorted coldly, but he did not refute the middle-aged officer's evaluation of Tiu, but he still said angrily, "The lesson can be eaten on anyone, but not in Ziyi's hands...... Hmph, I'm afraid that his retreat is also in Ziyi's calculations, and he was eaten in one bite. ”

The old man was quite jealous of Zi Yi in his words, and even showed some weakness. However, the people around him didn't have any other expressions after hearing it, and it seemed that it should be like this.

The middle-aged officer nodded and sighed, "Ziyi...... It's horrible, indeed. But we also have a trick, as long as he doesn't expose ......"

"Shut up!" Before the words fell, the old man Huo Ran turned his head, his calm eyes like the sea of the abyss suddenly waved, and an iron-blooded murderous aura belonging to the battlefield instantly spread over the hills, and the awe-inspiring cold wind around him seemed to become well-behaved because of this, and the roar stopped.

Immovable as a mountain, moving as thunder!

Under this momentum, the middle-aged barbarian officer breathed a little bit, and involuntarily took a few steps back, knowing that he had committed a taboo under carelessness, and immediately knelt on one knee without saying a word, his forehead covered with cold sweat.

The power of the thunder came quickly, and it was also collected quickly, and the old man's blade-like eyes fell silent again after sweeping around him, and returned to his usual tone: "You know the seriousness of this matter, I don't want to hear it again." ”

After the words fell, he waved his hand and walked down the mountain. The middle-aged officer escaped, got up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and immediately followed with a dozen people behind him.

At the foot of the hillside, a dozen barbarians were pushing a brown, armored and blood-stained Bran, as if they were about to be beheaded on the spot. When the barbarian soldiers looked up and saw the old man and the others coming down, their faces immediately changed greatly, and they gave a big salute, saying that they had seen the marshal.

The old man nodded slightly, then glanced at the Bran, his gaze paused at the position of his cuff rank, and raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

A few barbarians didn't dare to slack off, and spoke vague barbarian language, saying that this Bran was captured during the noon city battle, and it seemed that he was a Bran officer, and he wanted to ask for some intelligence information in the city, but the other party was also a little backbone, and would rather die than obey, so now he decided to kill it.

The old man bowed his head when he heard this, and then he walked up to the tortured and dying officer Bran, and said, "Go back and tell your general of the city, well, it's Bennet." We're going to attack the city tonight at night, so get him ready. The words fell, and he waved his hand to the dozen or so brutes, "Let it go, and besides, bring my words to Haru." ”

"Yes!" Despite some doubts, the brute did not dare to question it, and walked directly to the distant city wall with the officer Nabulan.

These barbarians didn't dare to question it, but a young barbarian behind the old man didn't have this concern, and asked directly: "Marshal, is this weishenme? ”

The old man also seemed to be a good teacher, glanced at the young man, nodded appreciatively, "Yes, if you don't understand, you have to ask, don't pretend to understand." A night raid is indeed not good for the attacker, but it will not be easy to defend either. Well, as a general, you must first know your opponent well. The general in front of him is Bennett, you may not know it, but he is also a veteran Bran who has been guarding here for more than ten years. ”

"This man is cautious and suspicious, and narrow-minded. He is not good at fortification, but he has a lot of experience in defending the city. I asked the officer to talk about the siege tonight, and he would not believe it, so there was a great chance that the night attack would be successful. ”

The young barbarian nodded convincingly, and then asked, "But what if we can't take it tonight?"

The old man shook his head and said flatly, "Even if he can't attack tonight, that narrow-minded Bennett will be calculated once, make a mistake in decision-making, and lose face in front of his subordinates, and in anger he will kill the officer with an excuse like spying." Well, got it?"

"Uh...... Got it. Opening his mouth, the young barbarian was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the old man in awe, and bowed his head in response.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, as if he hadn't done anything, and went straight to the war horse on the side: "Okay, let's go, let's go to other battlefields to see." ”

............ (To be continued......)