v37 Chapter 9：

Shali Anpo is located in a small corner on the eastern front of Narcissus County. It is 110 km away from the Tarsen Frontal Base, 301 km away from Anluhala, and it is not clear how much is the capital of the Titanic Empire. No one has calculated, because this hillside does not even dwell in the eyes of the daffodil knight.

Sharianpo is just a small platform raised in the wilderness. We already know that it is of no importance at all. We even suspect that this place name is not on the military map of the Knights of Narcissus. But unfortunately, at noon on August 6, 791, the luminous calendar of the Holy Titan Empire, the narcissus and the Persians, the natural enemies who had hated each other for hundreds of years, all looked at the front of the protrusion on the left wing of the battlefield. Highlands.

It has been an hour! The charges of the two infantry regiments were carried down by the Persians with arrows and scimitars! Shali Anpo was covered with green alfalfa grass. When the brigade rushed up with the slogan "Anlu Hala", the tall grass was rolled to the side like a typhoon, and when the horse retreated, the grass would be There was a heavy drop of blood.

"Thanks to the God of Light, if the temperature is a little lower, then today we are not too bad!" Feige said while jumping off the horse, he stepped forward and hugged the head of the 1st Cavalry Regiment, who had just been withdrawn from the front battlefield Schevenardi. Although this kind of behavior is not in accordance with the rules, for these veterans who followed the commander to kill all the way from Baghdadsia, Feigo should be regarded as a brother in the family.

"General, my people can fight one more time!" Colonel Schonnadi wiped a stick of hair sticking to the helmet, the air was so dull that he felt his body exuding in the armor was unbearable Sweaty smell.

"I know you can fight, but your task is more important than anything," Figo refused his first hero's request. "Your people should protect the battlefield as much as possible and rescue our wounded soldiers."

"I understand the general!" Lieutenant Colonel Svonady saluted the commander. He knew that he had been assigned a good job to rescue his comrades. Although it was the duty of the soldiers, when those who were rescued by you returned to the battlefield radiantly At times, they will return to you with ten times the enthusiasm.

"We are gradually losing our advantage!" Chiat looked deeply at the contention in the distance. "If you take the Sharian Heights before the main Persian cavalry strikes, everything is okay, but ..."

"No but!" Figo Anlu Debordi interrupted his deputy decisively. This guy once successfully entered the capital of the Persians. He will not be stumped by a soil depression. The meticulous person can also be impatient.

"Chiat, no, but you ’re right, the main cavalry unit in Mogadishu must have no purpose, but no matter what they want to do, if we ca n’t take that mountain beam in one go, Sooner or later, they will take the initiative to fight! Damn! If I had another one at this time ... it would be nice to be a teacher! "Fei Ge's remarks are apologizing for the rudeness of the deputy commander.

"Yeah!" Chiat also felt embarrassed by the strength of his hands. The third army was defeated. The remaining two divisions were doing their best to fight with the Persian right-wing cavalry; the cavalry regiment of the first cavalry brigade maintained communication and rescue work throughout the battlefield. Two infantry regiments They are hitting the highlands, uh ... they look like they are about to launch a third charge; the 2nd Cavalry Regiment of the 1st Brigade is behind the commanders of the two fronts. As the general reserve team, they must not use it until the critical moment; The second brigade hybrid brigade successfully wiped out all the maneuvering power of the Persian left, but their task at this time was even more difficult. They monitored the main cavalry army of Mogadishu on the south side of Sharianpo, they wanted to prevent This brave and brave cavalry group of over 10,000 people launched a surprise attack.

"The Persians are still very clever. They may have put the most elite infantry troops on Sharian Po, which really delayed our total attack time. But why do these guys not rely on it? Is it their king? Should the dysentery be squatted in the toilet all the time? "Feige murmured softly, but he made up his mind in the blink of an eye.

"Brigadier General Brett of the Third Division of the Reserve Army!"

Hearing the summons of the commander-in-chief, Brigadier General Wright Limton, the third division commander of the reserve army, quickly led the horse to catch up.

"Lord General, please listen to your orders!"

Figo raised his whip diagonally and pointed forward to the battlefield, "In the past, I told Major General Clark of the First Riding Brigade, plus your division, if he still could not force the Persians out of the position within an hour. , Then I will set up a tombstone for the enemy after the enemy retreats. "

"Understood the general! Your worries will not come true. I believe Clark can accomplish the task beautifully." Brigadier General Brunette saluted the commander immediately.

"I hope he won't make a difference." Figo paid back, he watched Brunette Zemachi to his battle group, and soon saw the flag bearer of the third division of the reserve army replaced the battle flag representing the attack. .

Lift your eyelids slightly on the wild grass below the slopes of Sharian, and you will see the warriors of the Persian warriors, who have lost all their cavalry, but this brigade still has an infantry team close to a division level. At this time they were lined up with distinct guards. The shield hand is listed first, they only show their heads, the knife hand and the chain hook hand are closely behind them, the archer team should be hidden somewhere on the top of the slope, and the most deadly guys cannot be seen from below the **** Moreover, these guys have different positions every time they make a salvo. However, after three impacts, the five-row swords and axe lined up on the striker have been completely replaced, and the hardwood shield with the Mogadishu tribal totem painted on it has also been seriously damaged.

Still can't underestimate them! These warriors are the bravest Mogadishu warriors. They gave up noon prayers for this battle. This is unforgivable. In order to be forgiven when they see the true God, they must kill as many enemies as possible. And delay them here.

Natural enemy Anlu dispatched a reorganization division, and even the most brave Mogadishu warriors frowned. Now they are very tired. Numerous corpses are lying on the forefront of the front line. More casualties screamed at the bottom of the **** not far away. The blood penetrated into the ground to form a reddish brown mud. The soles of horse leather were already blood. Soaked abnormally wet.

"Why didn't the strong main cavalry army come to support us?" The soldiers who were far away from their homeland exchanged their opinions in a low voice. The true **** did not allow them to curse the ruler. Their prince is the spokesperson of the true god. Any question and rebellion against him It is disrespect for the true God, but no one will care about this between life and death. The voices of the warriors spread, but they still dare not let the noble chiefs wandering behind hear it, and it will exchange for a whip, that Taste is more uncomfortable than getting a sword.

Retrieving the hatred from the slope, Major General Clark De Joseph vomited heavily towards the ground. He was standing at the place closest to the attack area of ​​the Persian archer. He just opened an amazing arm just now. The provocative arrow shot by the guy.

"My mudballs! You little **** come to meet the commander-in-chief of the 3rd Division of the Reserve Army!" Clark pulled a hand over Brunette standing beside him.

"Brunette will support us in the future!" Clark vomited again on the ground, and he almost vomited on Brunette. Before waiting for Brunette to greet the knight of the first brigade, the commander of the hero brigade threw the Brigadier General aside, and Brunette was thrown back and forth and could only shake his head and smile wryly. He didn't intend to complain about the brigade commander. Clark was in the most glorious time. This was not a good time to provoke him.

"Do you know? Bunnies! You were beaten up by the Persian hybrid above, and I even heard that some of you were so scared that they kept calling a certain girl's name, is that a mother? I doubt her It ’s a prostitute! Otherwise, how did you give birth to your little babies who eat soft rice! "

The soldiers did not show a bored face in the face of the brigade ’s vicious screaming. On the contrary, they extended their necks and listened carefully. The dirty words in the commander ’s mouth of Clark were never renovated. The soldiers hope that there will be more Wonderful paragraph.

"Okay now! You wait until General Figo sends mercy and the third division of the reserve army comes to rescue you! Go and kiss their crotch! That smell of smell is best for you! But you and the children of the third division Before we exchange feelings, we have more important things to do! "Clark paused here, he turned back and pointed at the Persian infantry cluster.

"Did you know? I've played the troop trumpet three times there! I have lost the most stupid monkeys among you! I'm tired! And ... General Feige also asked Brigadier General Brunette to send a message He said that when the Persian hybrids retreated safely, he would stand a tombstone for me on the slope! "

The soldiers' eyes were burning, they liked Clark's stinky mouth, they never wanted to lose the commander.

"But ... even if it is to be a monument, I hope my epitaph is written by you!"

"Do not!"

"No general!"

"General! We will never allow it!"

The fighters who mixed the first brigade were no longer silent. Although the Persians on the **** suffered a heavy blow to them, this loss was tolerable. After all, the enemy was extremely powerful. But the First Brigade will never allow anyone to bring humiliation to them. For example, to write an epitaph for their brigade commander, it would be better to let them commit suicide collectively!

"Then what are you waiting for!" Clark yelled. He smiled slightly. All he wanted was to wake up the cute little cubs under his hands!

The Brigadier-General of the First Brigade pulled out his sword, and the long knight's sword spewed out a little blood when it was pulled away from the scabbard! Obviously, the corpses of countless enemies were left under the brigade master ’s sword.

Clark turned his body and struck the armor of his hips with his **** long sword in pure white under the gaze of 4,000 eyes. The loud sound even attracted the attention of the Persians on the high ground.

"This is my butt! Follow him, stare at him like a girl! Don't get lost!" Clark turned back to his body, the long sword flicked violently, and the blade pointed directly at the enemy line. "Anluha!"

Brigadier's **** moved! The soldiers used all their strength to pull out their swords. With the thunder suddenly exploding in the sky, the cry of "An Lu Ha!" Instantly filled every corner under this sky!

quickly! The wilderness was covered with a thick layer of rain, and the rain water swiftly falling from the arms of the bright gods depicted a soothing and peaceful, yet thrilling horror picture between heaven and earth. The rain pressure bent the tall grass, and the blood-stained earth was washed happily. The knight ’s body was exposed in the grass. These knights who had completed their missions let the angry nature wash their deadly wounds beyond pale. Even puffy!

Figo Anlu Debordi stared closely at the shocking rain screen, and he carefully recognized the various sounds from it. His knights were changing, which showed that their attack was frustrated again; the Persians shouted hoarsely Awesome, it sounds like a group of estruses. Just now, Feige, who was already annoyed, lifted the large umbrella that the serviceman held up for him. The serviceman retreated in embarrassment, and all the military officers standing behind Feige cast a mockery on him. Looking, this makes the service personnel very sad!

"Shieldman hold on!" Clark had just cleaved a wooden shield, and Clark used the opportunity of the opponent to fall to the ground to call out in front of him and behind him.

The knights squeezed the shield with all their strength. They even leaned their backs on the shield and kicked their legs on the muddy hillside. The Persian chain hook smashed from behind the shield, and one arm flew into the sky with an arc! The knight behind the shield player saw this opportunity, and the long sword slammed through Percy's hook.

Heavy rain and strong winds caused the arrows to lose their accuracy. Some of the Persian archers had lost their bows and arrows, and they had shot all the arrows. Some conceited archers carried out sniper attacks from the top, and they shot many knights. However, a few savvy guys in the daffodil knight soon discovered the snipers in the chaotic army and flew their guns together, and then the Persians fell like a ripe barley.

On the hillside came Clark's cries again, "The **** spear brigade! Keep up!"

The commander of the brigade was passed down one by one by the knights around the hillside, but it was clear that the bayonet brigade could not get up in a while, the shield team completely blocked the receiving line, and the first line of shieldmen was Pushing forward at no cost, the shield hands in the second row are staring at the possible vacancies ahead, and the shield hands in the third row to the ninth row put the square shield on their heads together, and the dense shields blocked The constant rain of arrows from the enemy on the slope.

"The javelin won't come up!" Slope's answer was sent back soon!

Clark's shoulder had just been chopped off a piece of meat by an axe. He was dragged back by several knights to the bottom of the shield. "Pass up! Pass the bayonet!" The brigade tried his best to cover his voice on the battlefield. Various sound waves.

The bayonet one by one, the knights relayed the three-meter-long bayonet to the front line! Clark, who had just suffered a little bit, is coming back! He traveled as lightly as a marmot under the shields of the knights. At the forefront of the muddy and cramped enemy, a gun shield formation was organized by him.

The next commander did not have to ask the brigade commander, away from the front line, the knife and axe hand in the second formation threw the sky flying axe. The hardwood shield that the Persians had already broken could no longer stand the toss. A sound of ghost crying sounded. The large vacancies that suddenly appeared in the back array were too late to fill. The samurai who had been on the ground blocked the path of the follow-up team. The samurai on the front immediately felt that the support behind them suddenly emptied. They began to retreat involuntarily, and the glued front finally There were two armed camps with distinct barriers.

"The lance is up!"

Almost immediately after the brigade's shout fell, countless spikes suddenly burst into the daffodil bushes composed of shields. The spikes pierced the rain curtain and pierced the Mogadishu totem.

The spear rushed into the human body like a broken bamboo, the cries of death rang out, the face was gradually cruel, the blood gradually accumulated in the brain, the narcissus knight cheered himself with various shouts and curses, and the enemy in front of them A variety of weapons were used to provoke a spear of several meters.

The heavy rain poured on everyone on the battlefield, and the rain fell on the killer, but when it fell to the ground, it turned into blood! The bayonet was finally withdrawn, and some had a bowel hanging on the head. The noble chiefs of the Persians waved their leather whips frantically, and the warriors were driven to the battlefield like horses. The vacancy was filled, and they only gave the Narcissus Knight a shot.

The forward was pushed back by the samurai coming from behind, and the two teams started fighting again, but the Narcissus Knights had already taken the initiative, because at this time, the Persian shields on the front had lost more than half of their consciousness. They just hung on the knight's bayonet, and the wobbly seemed to like the feeling of being penetrated by steel.

Brigadier Clarke left another wound on his left shoulder! No way, he encountered an extremely fierce guy. The persian with a mustache was sweating and pulled out the flying axe inserted in his wound. This guy gave Clark a look without even looking. ! Clark, who had lost too much blood, seemed to be planted immediately, but a pair of strong arms held him close, and then countless hands reached him. Clark struggled desperately, he wanted to get back from the mustache! He will die on the front line even if he dies.

Clark didn't do what he wanted, and his bunnies rescued him again, and there was more to it! A knight gave his brigade a foot, and this foot sent Clark directly to safety.

Clark's crazy curse, almost all the dirty words imaginable popped up! That mustache! And the little boy who kicked his ass! This must be recovered!

There are a lot of famous tough guys from the Tarsen army! But Major General Clark DeJosse was not such a person at all. In the words of some veterans of the First Brigade, this **** was a cattle! In the second formation, Clark changed his breath. Clark shuddered like a bull. He bulged his eyes and spouted, kicking and kicking every knight who blocked him until he returned to the front line.

"Boy! I know your armor!" Clark clasped a knight's chain mail from behind. The Brigadier-Master took a sip, and at a glance he found the little **** who was hit by a comrade like a tumbler on the crowded front line!

"Although you saved my life! But you shouldn't move my ass!" Clark couldn't help saying, Clark mentioned this little **** as a kick. I saw this unlucky knight who gave good intentions but didn't report well. !

"It's time for the mustache now!" Clark quickly escaped a machete, searching for his prey on a chaotic hill like a mountain eagle.

"Report general!"

"Speak!" Through a heavy rain curtain, Figo Anlu Debordi spent a lot of effort to recognize the muddy guy in front of him as his military reconnaissance leader.

"General, a reconnaissance team leader under my command discovered a very suspicious thing. Please allow him to report to you!"

"Of course." Figo turned to the knight who looked very capable beside the scout leader.

"Reporting general, just now, my reconnaissance detachment intercepted five Persians in the outer zone on the south side of the battlefield, but ... Please forgive me, our eighteen reconnaissance detachments did not retain each other. "

"Tell me more! What about those guys?" Figo's tone was very serious, and he was looking forward to it.

"Tough! Unbelievably tough! Even our bows and arrows can't touch their sides! I also see that they are guarding a young woman, and I fight a few knives with that woman, and the remaining four portraits It drove me away like crazy! We did not go back until they entered the coverage of the heavy arrows of the main cavalry army in Mogadishu. "

"Are you saying that they have merged with the main force?" Fei Ge suddenly felt a little nervous.

"It should be so! But the rain is too heavy! I did not see clearly!"

Figo's face gradually became somber, and the officers around him also speculated that Chiat did not speak. He just looked at the commander in chief with some worry.

"Chiat! Ten Jintai! Betting on whether the old wolf of Mogadishu is attacking or retreating?"

"Now?" Chiat wondered.

"Yes! Right now, I have reason to believe that the Maharaja of Mogadishu has already waited for what he wants, so he will definitely act in the first place!"

"Then I bet he will attack!" Chiat frowned, and the rain had washed his face pale as paper, and now it seemed even more ugly.

Feige smiled bitterly, "This is the worst possibility! The God of Light seems to have no special favors for us. If they take the heavy rain to hit Sariampo, at least half of our first brigade will fall. that."

Figo knew that the time for the victory or defeat had come!

"It seems I can only bet that they will retreat!" The front commander raised his head to the herald next to him. The low horn quickly expanded from the officer group to Shino. At about the same time, all the teams in the battle sequence showed the battle flag. The officers were scattered, and they quickly returned to their respective teams.

Thunder interrupted the sound of the horn, and the purple lightning ripped open the sky that was covered with black. The electric light in the sky flashed away, but the white flash on the earth lasted for a long time. This rare light ignited the armor of countless narcissus knights, and in a silver-white flash of light, the knights drove wildly! They converged towards the final attack location.

"The horn of the total attack!" Clark stomped the body under his feet very annoyed. This sword was stabbed very badly. The blade was stuck in the bones of the enemy. Only by doing so can it be pulled out, which is in chaos It is very dangerous on the battlefield. The current Brigadier General is unarmed.

Sure enough, a tricky scimitar caught Clark, who had no precautions. It attacked the soft ribs of the brigade brigade from a very brief angle. If this is solid, Clark believes that his heart will grow from the ribs. It fell out of my mouth.

It was too late to think about why his commander had launched an offensive in advance. Clark kicked a shield in front of his feet. The shield just knocked out a deadly sword. Clark's sword with Qiu Bibao was already in hand. !

Fell through! It's a pity that the brigade master's sword of ten strengths and nine steadys has failed!

Another lightning flashed across the battlefield, and the killer's eyes suddenly shone like daylight! The twisted faces of each other will be carved into each other's mind forever, the blood splashing in the sky and the broken limbs piled on the ground are covered with a dazzling white!

Clark, still amazed by the opponent's dexterous skill, finally remembered the moustache that had almost killed him! The moustache also cautiously lifted the knife to protect the chest. His hand holding the knife was obviously shaking, and the strength of the guy opposite was really strong!

The two fierce beasts stared at each other, shouting killing sounds on their sides, the enemies around them fell down and replaced their comrades, but in a breath, the comrades fell down, and the position was replaced by the enemy. Time stopped, and the light of lightning never disappeared. The knights and warriors ecstasy around them, they have a tacit understanding to avoid disturbing the duel of these two beasts!

Clark is a farm animal, and he doesn't want to let this mustache stand quietly anymore! The knight's sword swept away like a tide. The mustache's scimitar greeted him without hesitation. The strong collision of the sword aroused Peng Mars. Clark held the sword in both hands and fell head to head, the moustache jumped to the side, and the scimitar glide toward the major general's throat.

The **** of light also dozes! Clark's dodge was not smooth. He stumbled over a corpse. The tall knight sat down on the ground. The moustache didn't expect this. His machete didn't succeed, but this cunning guy took advantage of the knife handle. Knock Clark's head.

Clark completely fell to the ground! He stared at Venus, his brain roared, and there was blood flowing in his ears! But he is a head animal, and the animal's fierce instincts stimulated him to regain consciousness at the juncture of life and death. He fell to the ground and waved his sword violently, just before the enemy's scimitar split into his head, the sharp sword cut through the legs of the natural enemy without hindrance.

With the helpless roar, the Persian warrior fell heavily to the ground, but half of his thigh was still standing in place. Clark stared at him closely, and he found this guy's direction of falling very interesting, they even faced each other! The thing is so wonderful, the two fierce beasts have finally lost both sides, and now they are staring at each other again, but this time they have not seen any hostility in their eyes, and the flashing light seems to be confused.

The surrounding Persian warriors suddenly shouted loudly, and they all surrounded Clark, and Clark was very tired! He vaguely guessed the identity of Moustache. Like himself, he should be the chief of the Persian left wing brigade.

Karak calmly looked at the various weapons that were about to greet him. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't even move his fingers. Just as Karak was about to close his eyes, he found that his body had been suddenly attacked by a weapon. Fang Shield covered it, and then a crazy rage unfolded on Fang Shield.

Clark saw the knight who first rushed towards the group of Persians, but he could not see the face of the knight at all. He only saw a big **** footprint on the hip of the little mongrel.

"This is a good boy!" Clark stared at the **** that was moving forward like a lady. He struggled to sit up, he saw the little hybrid joint companion forced the Persians back, he saw the little hybrid cut off the head of the mustache, he also saw the little hybrid snatched a spearman's spear, Moustache's head was hung high, and the little mongrel shouted like a carnival!

"Your leader is dead!" "Your leader is dead!"

"This is definitely a good boy!" Clark once again exclaimed, "Maybe in a few years, I can safely give the brigade to such a little bastard!" The major general leaned on a knight's lap and thought happily .

"The first brigade successfully reached the summit, most of the enemy was killed and injured, and only a small part was dispersed."

Figo raised his eyebrows happily. Although he was a little late, it was only a little bit. Clark was not disappointed.

"Report ... report!"

Figo frowned again!

"The enemy's main cavalry army moved! Most of them retreated, but they separated a cavalry and flew to the right!"

"Third Army?" Fei Gemeng grabbed the reins, and for a moment, he was completely confused by his anger! "Damn! Not only does this old wolf have to run away, he even wants to bite off a piece of my meat!"

The curse of the commander-in-chief of the Tarsen Army, Fego Anlu Debordi, of course makes sense. The Persians completely gave up the left wing, and most of their men retreated calmly, leaving considerable strength to support the right A brigade, so that they will regain their advantage in the face of the tired third army, maybe they can eat another division of the third army!

Figo clenched his fists, he did not like to be fooled, since the Persians have the courage to come to such a set, then he will not hesitate to spend some money!

"I order! All the cavalry of the mixed brigade of the 2nd Brigade and the reserve army immediately charged, got rid of the current battlefield, chased the main force of the escaping enemy until they merged with the second army; The primary goal is to free the Third Army from enemy attacks. "

Feige could not help sighing after adjusting the deployment, he was already a family member! Is this different from the past? The bridegroom shook his head sadly, no! The difference is that he is distracting!

"You are right!" Chiat was also a little depressed. "If there is even a division, we can leave the debris of the third army attack here."

Fei Ge nodded in a trance, he felt that he seemed to have missed an important place, but because of the small difference he just made, he couldn't remember it!

"Stop!" A knight of the garrison brigade of the front military headquarters stopped a black figure who was approaching the command system.

The black figure walked into the knight's sight, through the heavy rain curtain, the outline was clear and the corners were clear! The guard knight slowly dropped his arrow. Although this guy didn't explain the code, he was at least not a Persian, not to mention this guy also carried a fiery red that he was familiar with but couldn't remember where he had seen it. Battle flag!

"Almighty God of Light! At the last moment! You finally showed miracles to the most devout group of people under your knees!" Fei Ge fluttered towards his little brother while nagging.

"Little Oscar! Little Oscar! Dear little Oscar!" Fei Ge stepped forward and pulled the giant horse. He gave his brother a warm bear hug without hesitation. "My little brother! While my mind is hot now, make a request to me! At this time, I will promise you whatever you want!"

Oscar looks like he is full of thoughts. "Brother, maybe you won't ask me to ask for anything again after learning about the death of Lieutenant Colonel Stadbury!"

The rain fell loudly, and the boy looked like a broken chicken.

"Oh ..." Figo froze for three seconds, but he accepted the fact in the fourth second.

"He only shot a shot ..."

"Fine!" Fei Ge interrupted his brother. "I know, he must have shot the decision to win or not, right?"

"Yes!" Oscar clenched the battle flag in her hand.

"That's enough, he's a good one. It's you, don't you plan to do something for me?" Feige never wastes feelings on the dead, soldiers are not born, but this is the guy.

"The Red Tiger is on the south side of the battlefield, Murat said that he can launch a charge at any time."

"Great!" Fei Ge rubbed his hands excitedly, "Send a herald to tell him that I recruited the Red Tiger assault division of the Neruda front in the name of the commander-in-chief of the Tarson side. Raid as soon as the order is ordered. "

Oscar stood with the flag of war on his horse and left. He wanted to return to his division, but he was immediately pulled back by his second brother.

"No! No! Little Oscar, what are you doing? You can just watch it here, just like me."

On the right wing of the battlefield, the cavalry cluster is still being carried out. Heavy rain minimizes the sight of both warring parties. Rangers do n’t dare to use bows and arrows, and they may hurt their own people when they shoot an arrow; heavy cavalry do n’t dare to rush too fast, and they might get lost in the enemy ’s camp. Everyone is cautious. Treat the enemy carefully, you come and go in an orderly manner like playing chess.

A loud horn sounded, and the knights who were fighting with the enemy raised their ears, right? This is the avoidance sign, meaning that they let the striker completely give way.

After confirming the meaning of this horn, most of the knights haven't had time to move yet. The rainy curtain on the horizon suddenly showed a rhythmic tremor. The knights of Tarson were reluctant to avoid the sides. They looked at a **** red The cavalry rushed into the battlefield at high speed.

The heavy cavalry is in front, the fighting cavalry is on the left and right wings, and the rangers are cruising on both sides of the assault team. The Persians were puzzled to see that the enemies in front of them suddenly dispersed like a tide, but they quickly woke up, because almost in a moment, a giant hand had torn their ranks.

"Did you see it?" Fei Ge ordered the service soldier to hold an umbrella for him and his brother. "It's over!"

"I don't see it clearly, but ... the Red Tiger is still rushing from left to right, is this finished?" Oscar was puzzled.

"My stupid brother, the battlefield is very large. Do n’t look at such a small place. You see, the battle on the high ground is over. Our infantry team is moving closer to the right. They will further shrink the Persian cavalry. Radius of combat, so it ’s a matter of time before they are surrounded, so the battle can be over here. "

"It's over ..." Oscar repeated in a trance.

"You two bitches! Why, kicked to the second **** by the ladies? Get up quickly!" Clark didn't turn into a chase battle, the two cavalry commanders under his hands could handle it, now he wants Pay close attention to rescue those wounded soldiers.

The heavy rain was not weak at all, and for two and a half hours, it rushed the battlefield out of countless ravines. The knight carrying the stretcher carefully avoided these mud pits, and the gathering place for death and injury was not far away, but no one wanted to go there, because there was real hell.

What do you feel when you see the comrades who are living beside you suddenly losing your legs, seeing your chief like a brother being cut open, and seeing that your entire cavalry team has lost their combat effectiveness? Perhaps the **** of light knew that it was he who turned the gathering point of death and injury into hell.

Fang Jun ’s physicians are working madly, their coats have been stained with a thick layer of plasma, and the hemostatic forceps in their hands have even been bent. The knight is wailing and crying! But no one will blame them, they are deep in hell, where they can freely express their vulnerability and fear.

"This won't work!" The doctor patted his assistant. Old Gordon quickly pulled a green label representing death from his pocket. Old Gordon's Ranger Squadron had lost most of his losses after performing the task of harassing the enemy, and survived. The knights were all injured, so old Gordon simply stayed at the gathering place for help.

The green label representing death must be attached to the wrist of the sacrificial knight. This label will read the words of sacrificing a battle in a certain year, month, and day. Old Gordon stopped suddenly. He saw the face of the sacrificial knight. This face is very young, and he is familiar with it. Old Gordon can even remember the questions he asked not long ago.

"This is a good boy!" Old Gordon sat down next to the knight. He saw the little boy got rid of the encirclement of seven or eight enemies like a hero The enemy's battle flag was easily cut down.

Clark shut up suddenly, and he felt something stuck in his throat. He knew he was trembling, but it did n’t matter, he had to make sure that he had just seen that thing.

A knight lay down on the ground, his long sword was at hand, he still didn't seem to give up grabbing. Clark confirmed that it was a familiar butt, and there was still a black footprint on this butt.

The brigadier held the little **** in his arms. It didn't matter, the young knight's intestine drained out of the wound. Clark didn't say a word. He crammed the young man's various organs like crazy. Going back, this guy who set fire to death without frowning suddenly whimpered, and kept muttering in his mouth: "This is a good guy! This is a good guy!"

The Anlu military commander recorded that on August 6, 791, the Tassen Front Army and the Persian Mogadishu tribe fought in Saliampo. ; The Tarsen Front Army sacrificed 2977, injured 1781, no one was missing or captured, and material losses were not counted.

Haha, it's over. When we, or His Royal Highness, look back at this battle again, I believe that only a few of the war records are remembered.