Chapter 645： Rescue comes

The battlefield that was so noisy just now was suddenly quiet like a cemetery.

Even the sound of fat leading the drool sounds so harsh to others.

Rumble!

Under the eyes of everyone, the huge boulder quickly crawled into cracks like spider webs, and then collapsed into a pile of rubble.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! The sky is not dead for us! Brothers, come out with me!"

The excited eyes of the Fat Commander were red, and this roar made his voice hoarse.

At this time, he needed to remind him that all the soldiers burst out with enthusiasm of two thousand percent, and even the tall and strong orcs could not withstand the impact of this group of soldiers.

The encircling line of the orc warrior was pushed back several steps in an instant.

"withdraw!"

As the Fat Commander yelled, the soldiers suddenly turned their heads and ran desperately.

A man and horse broke through the obstacles of the gravel and stepped into Falling Star City.

The leading one is riding a tall horse with a brilliant sword in his hand.

The Fat Commander looked up, facing the sharp eyes of the third prince.

"Your Highness...I..."

The Fat Commander opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the impatient wave of the third prince.

Seeing these 500,000 troops marching into the city, there are now less than 100,000 people still lingering, and the three princes can't guess what is happening now.

"Don't say so much, go and rest, take care of the wound on your body, and leave the rest to me."

The third prince glanced at him faintly, pinched his horse belly, and rushed towards the city.

The Fat Commander's eyes faintly burst into tears, and he moaned his lips while looking at the back of the third prince.

"Kill all these orc barbarians!"

The third prince waved the sharp sword in his hand high and shouted angrily.

A well-trained cavalry behind him followed his steps and rushed into the enemy group fiercely.

More than 200,000 soldiers died just by opening a gate, and the fat leader lost another 400,000 soldiers.

The three princes didn't even see the true face of the opponent, so they directly lost nearly half of their troops.

This was a situation he had never encountered before, and he was naturally very angry.

Morale is the only thing about war.

Don't look at these orc warriors who were extremely brave when chasing and killing Fat to lead them, but when they faced the high-fighting troops of the three princes, they couldn't hold it.

After the two troops came into contact, they rushed and killed for a while. The orc warriors could no longer hold it. After dropping thousands of corpses again, the remnants of the orcs also retreated to the city.

"Pooh!"

The third prince shook the blood on the sword and couldn't help taking a sip.

He also knew in his heart that if fat led his 500,000 army to such a miserable end, the water in this city must be very deep.

If he rushed forward in this way, he might end up in the same fate as the Fat Commander. After comprehensive consideration, after repelling the group of orcs, the three princes calmly ordered his men to stop, and did not choose to continue pursuing.

"His Royal Highness..."

The Fat Commander had already received a simple dressing and treatment from the medical soldiers. At this time, he limped to the side of the third prince, his face was full of shame.

"Let's talk about it, what's wrong?"

The third prince glanced at him and said softly.