Looking at the Brace people who were constantly falling by arrows in the distance, the fat man's face looked extremely calm, where the Bress army fell, the bright red of human blood infected the original color of the soil, forming red streams of water along the gaps between the grass stems, and gathering in a shocking pool of blood on the ground,

Glancing at the pale face next to him, looking at the student Besukaya who was almost vomiting with blood all over the ground, the fat man said coldly, "As a king, you must know in your heart that war is not a glorious thing in the mouth of those who sing praises of virtue, war is murder, naked killing, the difference is only who kills whom, only the victor has a chance to live! If you want to turn back now, it's still too late!" "I have experienced war, as a loser!" So I know the tragic situation of the destruction of the city and the destruction of the country, in my heart, war and destruction are synonymous" Beisu Caya, a beautiful woman from the Northland, had a slightly pale face, and her mind flashed the tragic situation of panic when Beisu City was broken that day, and her white shell-like teeth clenched her ruddy lips, and she whispered with feeling, "Because of this, I want to learn, if the next war cannot be avoided, I hope to be the victor!" "Do you really think so?"

The fat man turned his head, his eyes were like the starlight above his head, and after looking at Besukaya for ten meters, he felt and said, "Your nature is kind, and being too obsessed with a certain result will only make you unable to see the true direction!"

"Obsession?" Besukkaya was stunned for a moment, as time passed, when all kinds of halos dissipated, Besukaya became more and more unable to see the true face of Vecchia's falcon, he can be a humorous and funny, as meticulous as a big brother, or a strict teacher who makes people dare not laugh, he can scold Fang Xuan, despise a qiē opponent, face tens of thousands of troops like nothing, or he can be like a sentimental young poet. It seems that even a remnant leaf blown off by the autumn wind can make this man, who is known as the imperial military god, stare at it in a daze for a few minutes,

In his unusually black eyes, there seemed to be endless wisdom and affection forever, this man was not a bloodthirsty and murderous monarch as rumored to be, but in many cases, he was trying his best to limit the wanton killing of civilians by his subordinates in his own way.

"As a person who controls the overall situation, he can't steal too much personal affection in his eyes, otherwise he will harm others and himself!" The fat man's face was indifferent, and he raised the horsewhip in his hand and pointed at the Bresse man in the distance,

In the direction of the horsewhip, the greatly reduced number of the Bresse army was still gathering, the broken battle flags fluttering in the black smoke blown by the wind, the sky was already dark, and the place where the explosion was burning with fire. Illuminating the flashing iron shields and spears of the Bracens,

"Look at them!" the fat man said disdainfully, "At this most critical moment concerning the morale of the whole army, the commanders of the Brace army have not given up. They ran back and forth, gathering the scattered soldiers, shouting rallies and the like, and losing half of the army. They also have such momentum, it is enough to see the tenacity of the Blaise people, and this is because they feel. I shouldn't fail like this,

"So they are still insisting, in fact, they are in vain, in order to contain the main force of the Bracens, and let it fall into the death trap of isolation, I imagine every step of it, in their eyes, persistence, in fact, is asking for their own death, and choosing to fail, but they can live!"

"I don't understand what His Majesty means!" Besukaya was a little dazed, and inadvertently glanced at the fat man's black pupils, and her pretty face was slightly red,

"According to the assumption, the other party should choose to surrender in this desperate situation" The fat man seemed to be unaware, his voice stopped, and he continued to condense and said, "If I surrender, I will be happy to choose to accept it,

This stretch of coastline is too long, which is a big problem for defense, and if the defense line is too long, it is impossible for the empire to send too many garrisons,

I once envisioned supporting Brace and forming a strong alliance with Normandy, but unfortunately, the stubbornness of the opposing commander ruined this idea, even if it is now full of corpses and more than half of the battle losses, there is no movement to surrender, now I can only change my mind, since Brace can't do it, then choose the weaker Baston," Although Baston's military strength is not as good as Brace's, at least it will not be stubborn to the last man, and the only thing I can do for an enemy like Brace is to completely annihilate it, otherwise there will be endless troubles!"

"Blaise, for courage, forward!"

In the distance, there was a loud shout of the Bracens, who had newly assembled from the Brace, this time they discharged a queue that was convenient for assault triangles, and the sound of neat footsteps revealed a spirit of seeing death as if they were at home,

"Target, 80 meters ahead, shoot!"

The steppe cavalry archer raised the compound bow in his hand again, and the bowstring sounded like a torrential rain with a black flash, and in the dark night, like a large black cloud suddenly falling from the horizon,

Suddenly, the cluster of arrows shot on the steel tower shield of the Blaise people, and the cluster of arrows was covered like a waterfall by the heavy bouncing.

The white light feathers continued to draw brilliant brilliance in the air, and the layers of arrows were blocked in front of the advancing Bresse army's shield array, like a sudden rainstorm dripping on the windowsill, producing a breathtaking and beautiful spectacle, "What stupid, do they really think that these are archers?" Besukaya whispered with some disdain and emotion when he heard the Vecchia Falcon next to him

"Forward, charge!"

In just a few minutes, the Brace army slowly spread over the area that had once strewn their corpses under the cover of a rain of arrows.

With sticky blood under their feet, the Brace infantry held heavy tower shields, the heavy footsteps were like the sound of war drums beating in the middle of the night, the distance was rapidly shortening, although it was night, but Besukaya, could already faintly hear the heavy wheezing of the opposing soldiers, when the distance between the two armies was only 40 meters, the bow and arrow of the steppe archer stopped, and pulled out the snowy scimitar, the cold knife light, like a silver river that suddenly turned in the dark night

"Charge!"

Fifteen thousand steppe cavalry, like mercury pouring down from a high place, the war horse is like thunder, just 40 meters, but in a few seconds, the two sides have been close to almost be able to see the huge horse head of the war horse emitting rough white smoke,

The sharp shouts of the Bresse people resounded through the formation, "Ready"

But there was obviously not enough time, and the soldiers at the front were knocked out by the rushing horses, blood splattered, and the corpses were swept under the horse's hooves by the rapid impact.

One team, two teams, and the constant pressure of the cavalry charge, finally made the Brese Triangle Formation reach its peak of endurance, the Brese army formation was shattered at the beginning, and large swaths of the soldiers were cut down and kicked over by the horses' hooves, (to be continued......