Chapter 281

The wind of spring gently walked through the green plain, the light blood color filled the sky, and the plumes of ashes floated and melted into the grass.

Da Da! Da Da!

The dull sound of horses' hoofs splashed a little dust from far to near. More than a dozen cavalry in black armor shuttled through the vast plain, and the sharp lances were green and cold.

While patrolling, the Scouts of Knox saw the tranquility of this area in their cold eyes. They were preparing to turn the red war horse and leave. A smell of fishy smell floated from afar.

Ow! Ow!

The gray and yellow waves spread from the sky, and the broken leather armor, cracked clothes and thick saliva surged in the harsh roar.

The dark green eyes were full of blood. The wild nature after the slaughter was completely released. The Jackal soldiers rushed to these rebels with the desire to destroy. The crushing of the number made them fearless!

Dong Dong!

Dong Dong!

Dong Dong!

The sound of horses' hoofs rose again and roared like thunder. Without hesitation, the Scout of Knox raised his sharp cavalry gun. The leader of the scout, the blood cavalry of Knox, took the lead and faced this group of wild orc race.

The dark figure, like an arrow, crossed the green plain, disappeared into the gray yellow waves and set off blood red waves.

The killing started, speechless and crazy. The figures of jackal soldiers and noxas cavalry intertwined in the battlefield, then destroyed, fell into the grassland and became fertilizer for the grassland.

No one cares about the fallen companions. The eyes of the noxas soldiers only look like the enemy, while the Jackal soldiers only have wild desires to support themselves. Their bodies and weapons are stained with thick blood, which is the glory symbol of the battlefield.

This is a sudden battle, unprepared. When the two meet, they both understand their respective destiny. Only the winner can get out of the battlefield safely.

However, it was a little tragic for the Jackal soldiers. More and more companions turned into cold corpses, which were trampled into mud by horseshoes and stained with tough grass.

The sad picture makes them break away from their bloodthirsty desire. Their inner survival drives them to escape here and from the group of terrorist cavalry who are almost like machines and maintain the killing action.

The defeat became the end of the Jackal soldiers.

Pursuit is the favorite killing method of the noxasian cavalry.

The shrill howl echoed in this area, but could not stop the pace of death. The black sickle was harvesting the lives of jackal soldiers.

This sudden encounter of the battle has become the epitome of the edge of heimu province at the moment.

This desolate land, this green grassland, countless bloody battles suddenly start in the afternoon of spring, intense and pathetic!

Death, such as bright fireworks, is staged in this vast area, with a strong smell of death, which attracts the attention of some dark people.

But the two sides involved in the center didn't know or didn't realize it. Only after the scouts brought back the news of victory and failure, they suddenly woke up and realized the arrival of the enemy.

Immediately, the fierce battle not only did not stop, but became more and more crazy.

On the one hand, they want to pursue victory and destroy more effective forces; If one party wants to recover the loss, it's best to capture the other party as a slave and find out the specific situation.

More and more troops have been put into the marginal areas of heimu province. Bloody battles bloom on the green plains again and again, watering the desolate land.

Taking the border area between heimu province and Yinsong Province as the dividing point, in this vast area, there are red blood everywhere, rendering a tragic and gorgeous war.

Dada! Dada! Dada!

The sound of horses' hoofs echoed like a shower, splashing a little soil. A column of ten Knox cavalry in Dark Armor crossed the slightly raised hills, and a little sticky blood fell on the reddish brown land.

After the hill, the vision suddenly opened up. There was a cavalry team ready to go. The cold momentum shrouded the hill and reduced the temperature out of thin air.

Seeing this, the leading cavalry pulled the reins tightly, the red war horse jumped up high, and immediately the figure slipped from the saddle, directly towards the short figure standing on the dragon lizard's back, half knelt, lowered his head, hoarse and gasped.

"There is a jackal pioneer army in Huxi... South area... Yu, fa... With a number of about 6000, scattered dozens of minions and teeth, and the way forward to Yinsong province." (minion: refers to the Jackal soldier team scattered around.)

"Trim! Ready to go!" the angry Knight Clegg pulled out his ears, his mouth slightly opened, and his snow-white sharp teeth glowed cold. He was patient and patient with his inner desire.

Immediately behind him, the Knox soldiers came forward to help these returning scouts pull the reins and help them dismount. When their palms gently stroked the back of armor and red horses, thick blood stains infiltrated their fingers.

"How much is the loss now?" Clegg asked, looking at Gregory on his side, and the turquoise hat on his head shook slightly.

"More than 200 people died and thousands of enemies were killed. The specific figures are too late to count. It's not clear for the time being." Gregory said in a deep voice, and his eyes covered by black visor contained cold killing intention.

"In addition, according to the situation detected by the war Mason, except for two or three strong cities, all other places in the whole Blackwood province have been completely occupied and become a bloody paradise for jackals!"

"My subordinates suggest that we can consider withdrawing from the Blackwood province and leaving a buffer zone. There are too many jackals. If we rashly attack again, we may fall into the quagmire of war!"

Clei's only intact fierce left eye was filled with rich blood, and he couldn't resist his desire to kill. Although he was eccentric and violent, it didn't mean he lost his mind.

"Hey, you can, according to your arrangement, let the war Mason leave heimu province first!"

"As for us, we can't leave easily. I want to teach these animals a lesson, a lesson with deep memory!"

"The glory of Valoran must be outlined by the blood of soldiers, even our soldiers!"

Pulling out the silver gray battle axe with dried blood stains on his waist, krei sat on Skar's saddle, gently stroked the hard green top of his head and said calmly.

"We haven't killed a whole Legion for a long time."

"Guli, woo." Skar screamed happily, shaking his ears like a pair of forelimbs, like warm applause.

"That's each other, good man." Crick grinned, more exaggerated than a Croc. (Crocs crocodile: it lives in the southern region of Valoran. It is a huge monster in the plague jungle. It looks ugly. The huge bite force of its mouth can easily tear any prey.)

"Let's go!"

A roar of anger broke out in his short body. Skar took the lead in running. Behind him, the horse's hoofs roared, stepped over the hills and advanced towards the bloody plain.