A thrilling howl exploded from the throats of more than two thousand Exeter men, and pounced on the lonely people of the stars. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Without Tails expecting it, his first large-scale battlefield experience arrived.

The sword and shield soldiers of the Furious Guards stood in the first row, their swords in hand, and they formed a formation sideways against their comrades.

Alaka had already flipped off his mount, he raised a terrifying sword almost a man tall with both hands, and strode forward with a fiery battle intent in his eyes.

The soldiers in front of them consciously conceded a three-size-wide position to their commander.

"First round of impact!" Alaka looked around and said in a loud voice, "Hold the line!"

The enemy is pouring in, getting closer and closer.

At the center of the formation, Waiya immediately pulled Tails off the conspicuous warhorse, tightly encircled him in a circle of six soldiers, and then joined the ranks of Edda, Putile, and Rolf, respectively, to defend the four corners of this small battle array.

"Go help the front row!" Tails urged, "If they break down, you won't be able to protect me!"

But his mind was extremely troubled - he could not figure it out, how could he face such a situation when he sent Exeter?

What's going on?

Wyaya and Rolf glanced at each other, and with Putile's nod, they leaned towards the front row.

Eda let out a breath and whispered to Putira, "This is a real battlefield, even the masters of the Extreme Realm must be extremely careful. ”

"And such a disparity in the battle ......"

"If there's anything you can do to avoid fighting, mention it!"

"If not, think about it!"

Tails gritted his teeth and looked at the enemies charging around him, six large groups of Exeters.

The number of enemies...... Too much.

Besieged.

We simply don't have enough troops...... No, it should be said that we are not ready for war at all!

What to do?

Shouting out my identity?

But the other side doesn't seem to care at all.

In the face of the impending engagement, the soldiers of many stars exhaled a hot breath, clenched their blades, held their shields, and looked at the menacing Exeters with solemn eyes.

The first roaring Exter infantry was in front of him.

"Bang!"

His shield slammed into the shield of a sword and shield soldier.

With the help of their comrades on both sides and behind them, Xingchen's sword and shield soldiers gritted their teeth to withstand the onslaught of the tall opponent, and swung their swords to block the axes that the opponent volleyed in.

However, more Exeters are flocking towards the Star Mission.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The Exeter soldiers howled angrily, and from all directions, they collided with the formation of the Star People one after another!

"Kill!"

"Hold them off!"

In the roar of the soldiers on both sides, the sound of shields clashing and blades clashing was intertwined, like countless thunderbolts exploding on the flat ground.

Jenard and two Furious Guard soldiers stood in the first row, his shoulders pressed against his shield.

A swinging mace slammed into the shield, and Jenard shuddered and nearly fell backwards.

His companions in the back supported his back and helped him stabilize his body.

With a distorted face, Jenard withstood the impact.

Hell, he thought bitterly.

These Exeters ...... The strength and body are much stronger than those rebels in the southwest.

Jenard relented a sword to his forearm and told his comrades to clean him up, while the veteran himself took up the mace and kicked his master in the knee, kicking him to the ground and plunging him into his unprotected neck.

Blood gushed out, and the opponent fell on his back.

Fortunately...... They are also not very agile in their movements.

As he thought so, a spear grazed his ear and pierced the abdomen of one of the soldiers on Jenard's left, who wailed and collapsed.

Jenard roared and filled the place of the dead, slicing the spear and holding it against a blade that tried to enter through the gap, and a soldier behind him quickly filled the empty space left by Jenard.

Such scenes appear in various places in the front row.

Roars and howls were still mixed with metal clashes and blade strikes, and Exeter's light infantry pounced again and again as if they were desperate, and were again and again resisted and even killed by the Angry Guards and the Legations, leaving behind corpses, but people on the side of the stars kept falling, and blood gradually stained the snow red.

But the veterans of the Angry Guards in the front row still relied on their rich experience and veteran skills to maintain the front line without being breached.

Tails watched with horror at everything around him, the battlefield where thousands of people were intertwined.

Brutal and horrific fighting

Blood splattered everywhere.

A roar of forgetting to die.

The growing number of corpses.

The battlefield in front of him was undoubtedly more shocking than the previous battle with the Holy Blood Legion.

Commander Araka was also in the first row, and he was alone guarding the gap between the three of them.

He didn't show any fancy and subtle Arctic combat skills, but repeated simple and simple combat moves.

However, no one could take advantage of him.

In the first round, Alaka's two-handed greatsword slashed through the air with a roar of death, slashing off a skull.

He then split the shield and chest and abdomen of the second Exeter, and then, in the gushing blood, quickly unleashed a stabbing sword, plunging the great sword into his chest before the other man could react.

But next door, a soldier of the Angry Guard was struck by an axe and fell weakly.

Extter's mongrels.

Araka gritted his teeth and exhaled, his face fierce and hideous, and turned around with the hilt of his sword, knocking the enemy to a stumbling stagger.

"Observe the situation in the rear and wait for the opportunity to break through and return to the fortress!" Alaka, whose face was covered in blood, lowered his head to avoid an axe blade as he swung his sword, shouting orders.

"I'm afraid it's hard!" said an officer of the Guard, struggling to push a fierce Exeter back, and in return: "More than half of the enemy is behind us!"

"Hold on! They're just relying on the morale of the first offensive!"

Araka gritted his teeth and kicked down a shield and stabbed his master's fierce roar in the face with a sword of his left hand, his forearm flicking a spear and wiping out blood.

But at the same time, an axe blade slashed at his head, and Araka calmly ducked his head to dodge, and the axe blade took away a few hairs.

Huaiya, who was holding a single-edged sword, arrived, his long sword was sent, and the blade of no return was launched, cutting the opponent's throat with his backhand, but he was grazed by the axe blade and snorted in pain.

Beside him, a colleague was smashed in the head with a hammer to save him, and red and white flew in red.

"Don't use those boring swordsmanship, put away your beautiful posture!" Araka blocked a straight blade that slashed at Huaiya with a sword, and roared angrily: "On the battlefield, the masters of the Extreme Realm are not much stronger than ordinary people!"

"It's just a matter of standing for more than ten minutes and killing a few more creeps!"

"Save some strength for every attack, leave room for dodging, and honestly stab and dodge!"

An infantryman was knocked off the blade and roared to rush up and hold him, but without hesitation, Araka slammed his sword in one hand and punched him in the face, knocking him back with a ferocious elbow blow, the faint sound of his ribs shattering.

"Otherwise, retreat to the rear, don't be a burden!"

The injury had not healed, and Huaiya, who had added a new injury, had to grit her teeth and retreat in shame.

A strange wind struck, blowing snow particles, and a few Exeter infantry who had made up for it couldn't help but raise their hands to protect their eyes.

Alaka roared and swung his sword with both hands, slicing through one man's shield and chest at the right time, then lunging into the other's abdomen.

"That's a good ability......" Araka wiped the blood from his face and frowned at Rolf's one-handed Hidden Blade, "but that thing can also go into battle?"

Mute Rolf, with a broken arm, couldn't tell anything, but he did feel the weakness of the Hidden Blade on the battlefield - every swing of the sword without a gauntlet was probably a goodbye to his own arm.

He can only support the battle with his abilities, and the Hidden Blade is used as self-defense.

On the other side of the formation, Willow Ken ducked behind a sword and shield soldier, holding a sword strike with his left hand and stabbing his enemy in the side of the face with his right hand with a shot out of the shield.

One soldier had his right hand cut off, and he gritted his teeth with his shield and stepped back, but as he took the first step, he was slashed into his chest and abdomen with an axe.

The other man stepped forward.

"You're a doctor, at least do something!" Willow shouted anxiously to Ramon, who was curled up behind him.

"I'm not a military doctor!" Ramon glanced at the enemies in all directions, holding his head and shouting, "And the prince didn't say that there was such a scene!"

"I knew we should have brought some pikemen out!" Edda sighed as she watched her surroundings around Tails.

Her defenseless scimitar is only suitable for small-scale combat, and unless it hits the point, it won't do enough damage on the armor, and it's impossible to dodge to the maximum extent on crowded battlefields.

I knew that I should have brought my father's two-handed machete, which was claimed to be able to break armor...... That was the standard equipment of the Ancient Elven Kingdom Guards a long time ago.

"No one expected this battle!" no enemy had broken through to the second row for the time being, but Putile still looked back worriedly, glanced at Tails, and exclaimed anxiously, "This doesn't make sense!"

"There is nothing unreasonable on the battlefield!" At the front of the formation, Alaka was wildly wielding his big sword, and there was already an extra wound on his body: "To survive is reasonable!"

"Withstand the first round of impact, when their offensive will be weakened, look for opportunities to break through!"

"Otherwise, we'll all be consumed here!"

At the center of the formation, Tails lay on his stomach and hid in the figure of the soldier, breathing rapidly.

He was flustered.

Tails wanted to calm his hands buried in the snow so that they didn't tremble.

But in the deafening shouts and collisions of thousands of people, his forearms were like wild horses that had lost control and were out of control, shaking uncompromisingly in the endless sound of fighting, regardless of the will of his master.

Damn it.

Tails chattered his teeth and lips, ashamed of his first battlefield performance.

Calm down.

But no one seemed to care about his appearance, and the soldiers around him all looked around nervously, for fear that the layers of defense would suddenly be broken through from which direction.

A terrible howl came from the sound of a star soldier being cut in half.

Tails closed his eyes with a winch.

Calm down!

At this moment, the already familiar wave spread from the heart.

The world around me seemed to have quieted down.

Tails instantly grasped the situation all over his body, and he clearly realized which muscles were trembling.

He breathed deeply and rhythmically, with the help of that fluctuation.

He soothed those muscles, and finally calmed down the involuntary tremors.

The heart and breathing are calmed down.

But that's not enough.

Tails turned his head extremely slowly, thinking desperately for what seemed to have slowed down countless times as well.

How do you get out of the current predicament?

No, I don't know anything about military affairs at all, that's Alaka and Sonya's specialty.

I can only think about it from a more comprehensive and fundamental perspective......

For example.

Why, why did Rumba kill me?

No.

I should think the other way around.

I die here...... What is the purpose of the rumba? What is his interest?

Think clearly about his motives and interests.

No way.

Kill the legation of the stars, the heirs of the stars.

He has no interest at all!

So what is Rumba for?

Did someone buy him?

At this moment, the memories of the past life that had been lost for a long time resurfaced.

[War is a highly complex and dynamic form of social conflict, but it has been neglected in our discipline for a long time......]

[The research results of many scholars are aimed at responding to Clausewitz's classic discourse......]

[Male?evi] argues that structure, organizational capacity, and legitimized ideology are both prerequisites for large-scale collective violence......

[Weber never explicitly included war as a social phenomenon in his theory, but he mentioned in his definition of the modern state that state power has a monopoly on the legitimate use of violence in its claimed territory......]

Tails struggled to resist flashbacks of memories and the emergency in front of him.

Damn it.

on the territory it claims......

Wait a minute!

Tails' pupils shrank.

Maybe it's not that complicated.

War is never about killing.

Territory......

Rumba's original intention was to take the north.

So......

The fluctuations passed, time seemed to return to normal, and the fight and death returned to the ears.

Tails was sweating profusely and panting on the ground.

He has found the root cause of this conflict.

Right now.

To fix it!

"No!" an Exter infantryman watched in horror as Alaka slit his throat, "Are you...... You are ......"

But he couldn't say anything more.

"Fill my place!" Araka gritted his teeth and slashed another sword, slashing through a rough-skinned mace man, roaring back, two sword and shield men grimacing his defenses.

"The momentum of their charge this round has been almost consumed by us," Alaka gasped, dragged his big sword to the center of the formation, and said to Edda: "Leave the broken man, pack the prince and bring it up, and I will kill the way back to the fortress!"

"Wait a minute!"

Tails didn't care about resting, he raised his head anxiously and shouted, attracting the attention of Putile and Araka: "Rumba!"

"Rumba's army!"

"They didn't send heavy infantry, they didn't have cavalry, they didn't even have bows and archers! just these improvised light infantry," Tails nervously recalled what little military knowledge he had, "and they weren't going to crush us in an instant!"

"So you want to stay and repay him?" Araka said sarcastically, "for Rumba's kindness, let us live a quarter of an hour longer?"

"What he wants is to drag us here for a quarter of an hour, not to annihilate us quickly!" Tails refused Edda's support and struggled to get up: "Rumba is gambling, betting on the opponent's choice!"

"Our choice?" Wya, on the side, stabbed his sword from behind his shield, forcing an axe back.

Before Waiya was slashed in the face by a long sword, Rolf duly dragged him back from his weakness, and Whya gasped, "Bet on us to break through or defend to the death?"

"No," Tails opened his eyes and stared at Araka, "Rumba isn't gambling on us. ”

"No!" Putile's face turned pale in an instant, "He would never dare to ...... with your life"

Tails said anxiously: "The Grand Duke of Rumba is gambling on the Broken Dragon Fortress behind us!"

"The bet is on Lord Sonia Sutherley's choice. ”

"Bet on whether she wants to send troops to rescue us!"

Araka's pupils shrank suddenly.

"His bet," Tails roared, "is my life and his future!"

(To be continued.) )