Chapter 112

Soon.

After a long day of fighting during the day, night finally came down.

Like playing stimulants, the bloodthirsty and excited doslakers finally couldn't hold on. The howling gradually weakened, and the fatigue gradually poured into their whole body. Their feet were like deep in mud, and their machetes couldn't be waved.

Toot——

Then, along with the sound of the retreat horn from the rear of kalasa, all the doslaks finally walked in the afterglow of dusk, threw down bodies all over the ground and began to withdraw slowly.

The andalos army has long been exhausted and unable to catch up with the retreating enemy. They can only watch this group of doslaks withdraw from the battlefield with numb and stiff eyes.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!"

"Come on!"

In the ruined city-state of Ge DoHo.

The footsteps were disorderly, and teams of soldiers hurried by. The air was full of pungent blood smell. The wounded soldiers kept wailing, as if they were in seven layers of hell.

Wesselis's body was stained with blood, and some of his long swords were rolled and gasped, and then he threw it to the ground on one side.

Clang——

At the last moment of the war, when the andalos army was on the verge of collapse, the little king also personally took the sword to fight, resisted the last wave of attack of the doslaks, and boosted the morale of the whole army.

Finally, he led the andalos army to win the will competition between the two sides and took the initiative to attack. The doslaks who suffered extremely heavy losses finally couldn't stand it. He took the lead in blowing the horn of retreat and gave the andalos people on the verge of collapse some breathing opportunities.

Now the string, which was very tight in the brain, finally relaxed. Andalos soldiers felt strong fatigue, and all the fear and pain of injury came out.

After a round of rest, the soldiers in the rear replaced the soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield. Many people fell asleep by the wall and trees. Some even found a piece of soft land and then lay on the ground and never remember.

The soldiers who were slightly injured were given rolling wine and cloth bandages to deal with their wounds by themselves, while the soldiers who were seriously injured and lacked arms and legs were either being rescued by doctors or carried away by other soldiers, looking for a place where there was no one to wait for death, so as not to let them affect the mood of others.

Now.

Ka

Wesselis took off his upper body's armor. The silver blond hair that used to be elegant now had some felt, which was wet by the sweat accumulated in the armor, and now was close to his cheeks and back.

He was sitting alone on a stone in a ruined city, silently sorting out his fittings. At the same time, he was looking up at the purgatory like appearance of the world around him. He didn't know what he was thinking.

At this time, a voice sounded from behind him.

"This is the most real war, wesselis."

"It is not comparable to encircling and suppressing some villages and towns and bandits."

Oberon had also removed his armor and wiped away his filth. There was clear fatigue in his eyes as black as a poisonous snake for the first time.

Just now Oberon has been fighting in the front line, and even a short zhuogo Cao handed over to stop the arrogance of the other party.

However, in the chaotic battle, both sides could not stretch their fists and feet, and could only be coerced by the general trend of the army.

Finally, in the chaos of war, drogokao withdrew from the front battlefield under the protection of his blood alliance guard, and the fight between the two stopped abruptly.

When wesselis went to battle in person, the war had come to an end, and the doslaks had only the last wave of madness left. Drogokao had already withdrawn to the rear under protection, and the two did not meet each other.

"Well, you're right."

Wesselis heard Oberon's voice and looked up slightly at each other.

Then he lowered his head, took off his shin armor and threw it on the ground.

"But why do you pop up behind me every time?"

Wesselis even suspected that Oberon deliberately walked in a circle every time he saw himself.

Just to... Scare yourself?

His words obviously made the prince Dorn's cheeks slightly stiff, and then he had no choice but to shrug his shoulders.

"Trust me, it's just a coincidence."

Then he sat side by side on the stone next to him and looked at the little king.

"However, I am relieved to see that you are not frightened by the tragic appearance of this war."

Oberon's remark is obviously a joke. Wesselis has witnessed the tragedy of the war since he was very young. At the age of seven or eight, he has personally killed several people. Naturally, he will not be frightened at this time.

However, Oberon is also reminding that wesselis should not be dazzled by the tragedy of the war and keep the most basic calm.

Although wesselis is young, he seems to have become the backbone of the entire tangorian interest group and the most indispensable person.

Neither Renes nor danilis can replace wesselis's important role in this interest group, which is why King Robert has been trying to kill him.

The reason why Oberon stayed in andalos is that he hopes to avenge his sister one day. With the growth of wesselis, the gradual growth of andalos becomes more and more real.

However, wesselis only shook his head about Oberon's concern. Naturally, he was not frightened.

"I'm just thinking about how to win the war."

Even if we put aside the connection of fate, we will become the most powerful kalasa on the doslak sea in the future, and the contradiction between wesselis and drogo will not be simply disconnected.

"Think of a way to kill this guy!"

final.

The little king shook his fist slightly and made up his mind.

...

Far away.

A strong man with bronze skin was sitting on a black war horse, naked with his upper body showing his curly muscles. His long braids tied with small bells sounded gently in the wind.

He had a pair of deep black eyes. He rode his horse to stand high and looked at the distant battlefield. There were no waves in his eyes. Then he raised his hand and made a sound similar to "hum" in his mouth.

The expression is very simple, but the meaning is very clear, and the blood League guard kohoro who follows him naturally knows zhuogo Cao very well. Kohoro is the old headquarters of his father and once rescued him from the hands of mercenaries when zhuogo was a child.

Then the short, fat, bald man with broken teeth nodded slightly, turned his horse's head and ran down.