Chapter 1110
In the subsequent biographies about the thirteenth Emperor Connold I, the second battle of Golovin was full of legendary colors, and the description of this battle by the historians was full of color. , In no way inferior to the "Final Battle" of the Queen of Crazy Dragon.
Even though the actual battle broke out for the first or second time, it was not in Golovin, and an important raid by Loren Torino with the Azores on the Avenue of the Empire was deliberately ignored; so Strictly speaking, there were either three or none of the defense of Golovin.
First of all, the two sides have dramatically exchanged the offensive and defensive relationship. The Azorean elves on the offensive side should passively defend, but the empire, which should have defended the city, launched a raid in the fog;
Secondly, the two sides once again staged the "revolving door battle" during the battle of the Empire Avenue. The Empire lost the battle in the direction of the Empire Avenue, but won the tidal flat battlefield that had not placed much hope; The sul elves are exactly the same, they all pretend to retreat and encircle the back line;
maybe because of the dense fog, the empire, which has a smaller force of only 80,000, has always grasped the initiative on the battlefield and constantly tried to attack. ; On the contrary, it is the Azorean elves with more troops and strong positions. They are passively defending most of the time; However, the intensified highland battlefield has never been a winner. It was not until the end of the tidal flat battlefield that a crazy farce of "perish together" appeared.
But for the historians of the Sky Palace, it is not the details of these wars that interest them the most; almost all their eyes are on a small incident that has no effect on the entire battle. "superior.
"Fitlownay Marching to Hell"-originally a work that was just a tribute to the Imperial Family, it caused a great sensation; the picture scroll wields a sword alone, stepping on the battlefield full of corpses In the horrified and weeping eyes of the soldiers, Fitronay de Salion, who staggered towards the fire sea, was regarded by countless imperial nobles as the symbol of the Knight’s spirit of the Sacland people.
Countless nobles of Zackland have passed on word of mouth. It is precisely because of the courage of the long Her Highness the Princess that has greatly inspired the Legion soldiers and Byrne Knights of Zachland, so that the center line will not collapse. It became an important reversal of the second defense of Golovin.
But the facts are just the opposite. After seeing Princess Zhang being swallowed by flames, Sackland Legion collapsed on the spot. Knights in foot combat led by Grid.
For deserters, the Rocky Fort count doesn’t mean anything polite; under the supervision of the "Baindu Team", it is also very likely to kill an Imperial Family heir personally, Sa Crane Legion finally "quickly" recovered his morale and marched to the high ground with Byrne Legion.
In spite of this, Sackland Legion, who has paid huge casualties, from start to finish still failed to capture the high ground.
Flanking battlefield, Empire Avenue.
"We are singing loudly todayDrinking the aged fermentThe ping-pong of wine glassesWeeping beside relatives and friends...Dear sweetheartWe are going to SacramentSacland..."
Under the banner of the hunting Azores Elf War, the Elf Prince with a wine table and fruits languidly slumped on a recliner, quietly admiring the battlefield that has been turned into a flesh mill, in a mood Very pleasant.
After giving the final encirclement order, he loosened the final rein-the army of 100,000 Azores was thrown into the battlefield, strangling with Loren Torino's army.
If this is a gambling, he has already put all his bets down, and the dice has been rolled. Whether he wins or loses, it has nothing to do with him. The outcome is determined by heaven.
Of course, according to Rodria Azores, he is sure to win.
Throwing an insignificant tidal flat position, even if Loren Torino really defeated the highland defenders in a spurt of energy, regardless of casualties, it is definitely not easy to take the highland.
By the way, what will happen even if he is attacked?
Indeed, the Azores army suffered heavy casualties, and the price he paid by Loren Torino was definitely not small; but it was the Empire Avenue behind him that supported this war game; Channel, reinforcements from the mainland can continuously support themselves to fight.
For the empires, this is a full-scale war related to the continuation of the dynasty; for the Azores, it is also a Life and Death Battle related to survival.
If you win, the form of war will be completely reversed, and the empire will even become leaderless due to the collapse of all split up and in pieces;
If you lose the battle, the Azores will Had to retreat to the front line of the coast, where they gathered all their troops and fought a real battle with the empire to determine the final fate of both sides.
So let's carry this game to the end, Loren Torino!
Under the three-sided enclosure of the Azores, the pioneer of Byrne Legion, who had to give up retreating and break through, but was unable to tear through the encircling net, had to form a circular shield wall on the north side of Muzha, passively defending against suffering Struggling.
This kind of improvised "line of defense" is destined to have too many effects. The Byrne warriors who cannot see the hope of breaking through are even more demoralized and unsustainable;
Soon , There were many gaps in the defense line, and the excited elves warriors swarmed like a wild beast smelling blood; hunting Fiend and Byrne Knight desperately resisted, finally curbing the momentum of collapse.
But it's just that...Anyone can see that they have no hope anymore.
Focusing on the battlefield, the little Prince tremblingly held the wine glass in his hands because of excitement, and drank the wine in the glass.
He feels that he has begun to fall in love with this scarlet as blood drink, and the pale, watery wine syrup of Biasor Elf is more suitable for him.
Compared with the encirclement battle that is too exhausting and patient, the risky head-on confrontation and one-sided slaughter are more in line with your own character!
It's time to give this hapless group a final blow and give Loren Torino a surprise.
"Send an order to let the warriors in the front row remove the encircling net on the front of the avenue."
Prince ordered the little wizard.
"Uh... follow, follow!"
The warrior who sent the order quickly one-knee kneels, with a hint of hesitation in his voice.
"There is a problem?" The little Prince the elf raised an eyebrow.
"I dare not! Absolutely dare not!"
"Aiya, don’t do this, I am not a devil." Rodria sighed: "If you have any questions, just say it. It can be discussed!"
"The subordinates dare not, but..." The elf warrior hesitated for a while, still couldn't help but opened the mouth and said: "Since the battle is clear, why do you deliberately risk it? What about this risk?"
"That's it."
The little elven Prince shrugged and his expression became interesting: "Your Excellency, have you ever hunted rabbits?"
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"Hunting rabbits?"
"Yes, when I was young, I used to go hunting rabbits with my stupid brother; of course, most of the time I was required to only watch from one side. It can’t affect my brother’s show of limelight."
"Although I can only watch, I found a certain pattern in it-the dumb brother often sets three traps at the same time, deliberately leaving a gap to let The rabbit has a chance to escape."
"At first, I believed the adult’s nonsense. I really thought it was my brother’s kindness and he didn’t want to kill too much; but then I found out that it’s mostly the three-sided trap. I can’t catch a few rabbits, and most of them fell under the arrow of the fool brother."
"Although his arrow technique is not very good, it is even compared to the Siting warrior. unbearable to look at; but he doesn't even need to aim when dealing with these bunnies; as long as he shoots a bow and shoots arrows, he can hit a hundred shots."
The little elven Prince smiled very joyfully, but the warrior's forehead appeared. There was a little cold sweat.
"His Royal Highness means..."
"If we just surround them like this, 80% of these empires will break the pot and fight with us to the end—— Although I also believe that the warriors can overcome all difficulties and defeat the enemy; of course, this kind of unnecessary casualties can be less."
"Leave them a way out and give them a chance. A little bit of the hope of'I can win' and'to live', even if it looks like a trap, the desperate who fell into the water will still not let go of this last straw."
" Having said that, the real despair is often not all about grasping the last glimmer of hope, and finally watching the moment when it is shattered."
The little elven Prince smiled happily: "Then …"
"We can hunt rabbits...Are there any questions, sir?"
"No more, nothing!"
"Very well, then go and execute the order."
"Accept your order!"
Looking at the warrior leaving in a hurry, the elf Prince sighed, slowly looking back— —A few dozen steps away behind him, there was a raised transmitter quietly:
"I really like hunting lions more than hunting rabbits."
"Especially...Golden Lion!"
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"Clang——!"
Grab the long knife The moment before approaching, the dagger of the gray-eyed teenager's right hand pierced at the same time; the spark from the collision between the blade and the blade exploded in front of Lanmaros' eyes; the lake city count with his eyes closed still relied on instinct to control the right hand. The saber pierced the elf warrior's chest.
"pu ——!"
In the sound of mournful scream, Lanmaros, who turned his saber around his chest and ribs, exhausted all his strength to pull out the blade. The stench was hot The liquid spewed out, making him lick the moistened corner of his mouth excitedly.
"Thanks!"
While speaking, Lanmaros, brandishing a saber, has already pounced on the next enemy; his clever, swift and fierce and brutal movements are nothing like He is a cavalry commander, more like an ominous beast who looks like a human.
"The problem now is not just thank you!" Gritting his teeth, Lu Sien followed Lanmalos' actions, blocking the enemies on both sides and back for him:
"If we continue to fight like this, we will die here sooner or later. Hurry up and think of a way, Master count!"
"Think of a way? Hehe...it’s so bad luck to die without a burial site, what? What better way?" With a self-deprecating smirk, Lanmaros never stopped the long knife in his hand:
"Since there is no retreat, how about a deadly fight?!"
"Can you think of something more reliable?!"
"Bang--!"
When the long spear hits head-on, the two of them almost simultaneously Then he turned and flashed sideways-Lucien, with a backhand sword, directly pierced the neck of the long spear warrior; and Lan Malos, who seized the opportunity, raised his foot and stepped on the gun body, and slashed the palm of his hand in front of him. Take down the long spear.
"There is no reliable idea, but there is a way to kill him!"
Lanmalos, who laughed loudly, waved his knife with his right hand, and his left hand raised the long spear he had taken. , Facing the up ahead Empire Avenue: "Why don't we just rush over and kill them?!"
"You lunatic, you are crazy, right?!"
"Perhaps, but don’t you think that the enemies surrounding us from the front seem to be less than before?"
That’s right...
Although it’s just faint It feels a little bit like, but the gray-eyed boy did notice that the positive pressure was much smaller than just now-the most direct evidence is that he still has spare time to cover this desperate lunatic.
It shouldn’t be. It is reasonable to say that the enemy’s elite main force is all pressed on the imperial road. How could the problem of insufficient strength suddenly appear? Could it be said...
"A trap?" "
"Probably." Heavily nodded, Lanmaros carried the long spear on his shoulders: "But don't you think it's worth a try-if we succeed, we can still reverse the battle and turn defeat into victory." "
"Yes, but doing so is equivalent to jumping into the enemy's trap without the slightest hesitation, no different from courting death!"
"Stay here anyway I'm dead, why not die a vigorous one?!"
"This is also a vigorous one?!"
"This is the vigorousness of the Byrners—you have allegiance to a Duke of Byrners , You should die like a Byrneman, you deserve it, Elman!"
Looking at Lan Malos’s shining eyes, Lu Sien’s mouth twitched crazily. I don't know what to say.
Because he found himself deep in one's heart, he was actually looking forward to it.
Dying for Lord Loren's victory, the vigorous death, let him always remember this moment... Why does this crazy suicidal behavior sound so tempting?
Am I crazy too?
"Boom————————!!!"
The roar of the explosion blew up behind him, and the gray-eyed boy who returned from the trance back to reality at first glance What I saw were the expressions of a few Fiend hunters behind him who were so excited that they couldn't help themselves.
There was also the shout that came with the explosion.
"Long live the Black Duke——! Long live Loren ·Torino——————!!!"
The Duke...Is Lord Loren here? !
Lu Sien, who was shocked, had no maneuverability of the people around him, and his face was full of tension and consternation.
No, absolutely not. The current Lord Loren hasn’t...
"Ah, even the Duke is here. It seems that we are not the only lunatics in this place!"
Long spear swept across, "pa!" Lan Malos, who smashed the head of the wizard warrior, grinned, his face was sprayed with brain plasma and blood, making his expression extremely hideous.
"The Byer, kill the enemy with me!"
"To our Duke..."
"Provide the glory——!"