Chapter 654: 656 crush them

Chapter 654: 656 crush them

Chapter 654 656. Crush them

Led by a Space Marine, the auxiliary mortal army can no longer be simply regarded as an ordinary army.

Because the breakthrough and formation capabilities of this unit are completely different from those of other units!

Lan En's eyes moved rapidly in his sockets, trying to collect more battlefield information every second.

This information will be automatically organized by Mentos and then provided to Lan as an auxiliary decision-making aid.

This makes his battlefield efficiency extremely high.

It seems like a brainless and rapid impact of a strong wind, but in fact, every position adjustment is the final judgment after several rounds of decision-making deliberations by the biological brain.

"Hold on! Hold on to the defense line! We can't let these black dogs escape!"

Everyone in the Northern Allied Forces Front responsible for blocking the mountain roads was breathing heavily.

They were the frontline troops that bore the fiercest impact of Nilfgaard's rout.

Although Foltest temporarily added three times the number of troops to these troops before the encirclement and suppression, it meant that they could fight in shifts and maintain the front.

But the Nilfgaardians' desire to survive is extremely fierce, and their numbers are large.

Even with three times the number of combatants, the high-intensity battlefield confrontation has pushed all of them to the limit.

The battle line is in danger, and even the commander of this unit has been working on the front line for two shifts carrying a large shield.

But there is still no hope for the end of this siege and suppression war.

Nilfgaard's soldiers were in darkness.

At this time, the commander of the front troops actually complained in his heart, why didn't the Nilfgaardians last longer in the battle?

No matter how much they are polished and their numbers are reduced, a group of broken soldiers will not have a numerical advantage on the battlefield.

His arms are gradually getting sore and weak, and even the shield itself is on the verge of cracking, and the iron hoop's edge has long been chopped into disarray.

Perhaps I cant hold on anymore.

The commander thought in his groggy mind.

But at the next moment. Whoo!

A gust of wind that was so violent and terrifying suddenly woke up the entire front line that was sleepy because it was on the verge of reaching its limit!

The sound of the wind made it seem like they were not standing on a road in the mountains, but more like they were squeezing into the crevices at the top of the Amer Mountains.

The high-altitude wind roared past the rock cracks, as if it could drag people up to the sky.

There was a neat sound of horse hooves, and sixty knights rushed into the Nilfgaardian crowd through the breach.

With a skillful attitude, they divided and strangled enemies who were far more numerous than themselves.

The soldiers of the Northern Alliance who were responsible for maintaining the front suddenly felt that the pressure was suddenly relieved!

Dont sit around and take advantage of the opportunity to rest, soldier. We still have to fight.

Just as the commander looked at this friendly force he had never seen before in bewilderment, a half-grown boy on a horse with blood still dripping from the gun tip came up to him, looked down at him and said.

You, who are you? Which countrys imperial guard? I have never seen a team as efficient as you.

And that person!. Is he a person?

The boy shook the gun barrel, and a **** gun flag slid down from the gun barrel and unfolded.

That is a blue lion flag.

"You should use your honorific title, soldier. That is the knight of Cintra."

After saying that, Lincoln led the team to follow Lan En's pace again.

The front commanders mouth was open and closed.

Are all your Cintra knights like this?

It is really lucky that Nilfgaard was not destroyed by you.

But no matter what, at least they are indeed much less stressed.

"Change from three shifts to six shifts! Take advantage of the pressure and take a break! Eat! Pee! Hurry!"

The battlefield is never a clean place.

After Lan En quickly dealt with the nearly overwhelmed containment front, he turned around and rushed towards the fierce battle on the Umbrella Mountain.

Spell.

Lan En's eyes looked at the flickering magic light on the hill. It was exactly the scene of the magic battle between the warlocks from both sides.

The southern warlocks are not only the force used against the northern warlocks at this time, they are also the pillars of support in the hearts of the Nilfgaardian soldiers.

They have warlocks, and so do we, who can fight!

Whether this idea is reasonable or not, it at least supports the Nilfgaardians' will to resist.

What Lan En has to do is to crush this will!

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