Chapter 204

Chapter 204

2014-08-16

The setting sun is like blood, and the frost is fierce.

The northern climate is not tired of showing its ruthlessness to people, but when it comes to the flat valleys of the 100,000-square-foot west, it encounters a more ruthless or cruel opponent, war!

The yellowish earth has changed colors, and the dark red new clothes are especially bright. The tattered flags were raised repeatedly with black smoke, and the sky seemed to be dyed gray ink. The rigid corpses maintained their hideous faces before their death, but their mouths wide open could no longer make any roars, only the broken sword beside them sang softly in the cold wind alone!

gū gū gu... Soon, this solemn environment was cut through by a few long bugles. Then it was shattered by the sound of neatly stomping on the ground. The black soldiers passed over the corpses on the ground and continued to gather forward. After reaching a point, he suddenly quickened his pace, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The screams of killing resounded throughout the world, and the soldiers jumped in without hesitation under the leadership of each little Captain. The annular pit ahead.

Then, in the criss-crossed crater, came soldiers with equally high weapons. The two sides were entangled in the cries.

Suddenly, the broad battle line became a feast for the cheers of Death God. Every second, soldiers fell. But there are more people who are still charging and slashing. Some soldiers roared and inserted the sword into the opponent's chest. Before they could pull it out, they were stabbed into the heart by the long spear protruding from the slanted ground! Another soldier dashed on bravely with no thought of personal safety to the ground, and then held the Broadsword high, but his head was cut off by a passing sword... The gushing blood covered the setting sun, and scattered stumps danced in the air. , what a nice piece of Asura field!

Although it is still deadlocked, it is obvious that the attacking side has the upper hand. Because their weapons are better, their armor is stronger, and their fighting skills are more effective. The soldiers on the other side also seemed to know the characteristics of the other side, so they only entangled with the other side in the tunnel, trying their best to limit the opponent's display space.

The number of casualties kept jumping in the charge at first, and in the later stalemate stage, the blood faded, and the casualties gradually leveled off. By this time, the soldiers on both sides had chosen to fight. If they were not absolutely sure, or in a situation where they would fight more and fight less, they would not risk fighting.

It's not cowardice, it's skill.

On the battlefield, there are no cowards, because most of them are already on the ground. Of course, it is not good to be too bold, because often such people will rely on personal bravery to go deep alone, and in the end, they will only end up with hatred under the group fight.

How to quickly gather manpower to encircle and suppress them in a local area, how to exchange minor injuries for fatal attacks in direct battles... This kind of fighting skills is really impossible to play if you are not a battlefield veteran.

Although the attacker has an advantage, it is obvious that this advantage is not enough to turn into a victory. So after three hours of engagement, with a few more bugles, they began to retreat.

After all, war is a contest between people. If it is not the final decisive battle, when the two sides are exhausted, they can only withdraw their troops and wait for the next battle. Of course, the attackers in this battle did not fail to achieve any goals. The pits they occupied were buried with shovels by the soldiers who followed them. Obviously, their commanders also knew that such an environment was not good for their side.

The defending soldiers did not make any moves to cover up the past, because the other party was retreating, not rout. Recklessly going to pursue it, it is very likely that not only will it not take advantage of it, but it will also suffer a big loss.

In just three hours, the valley returned to calm again, leaving only more and more corpses and floating dead souls.

…………Attack the rear of the retreating soldiers, the central army tent.

pa! The curtain was thrown open by fiercely, and a gloomy general walked in. Without further ado, he picked up the kettle on the desk and poured it wildly.

Then a burly general walked in helplessly. Behind him was a middle-aged man with an expressionless face. Judging by his rank, he was also a general.

"General Gehry, General Ralph, how are you doing?" the burly general sat down and asked.

"What else can I do!" Ge Li wiped the water stain on his mouth and threw the kettle away angrily, "I've never fought such a useless battle in my life, damn, in comparison, North Those barbarians in the desert are much more pleasing to the eye."

Relph on the side also looked the head: "Tactics, very difficult to deal with!"

There is no doubt that this The three were Zichen, thunder, and Cangyan Legion, the main generals sent to encircle and suppress the Grey Cloth Armed Force.

Before they successfully designed the four lords' soldiers to block the front of the Grey Cloth Armed Force, and then led the soldiers to come from behind. I originally thought that there would be no problem in winning the Grey Cloth Armed Force in such a direct battle, but when they arrived here, they would see the other side digging tunnels covering the mountains and plains.

The next situation is just like the previous battle. They have the advantage, but they can't open the door to victory for a long time.

The reason for this is quite simple. Legion is best at setting up formations and directly crushing attacks. But those pit tunnels messed up their attacking formation, and simply couldn't play the absolute advantage it should have. After two or three days of attacking, the most obvious result of the battle is actually to fill a dozen kilometers of dirt pits. This is not nonsense... "It won't work." Barlow sighed, "Although we are constantly attacking here. , but the soldiers of the waste lords in front can't last long, and if this goes on, they have to break out of the encirclement!"

"Then what do you say?" Gehry put the helmet heavily on the table. , "The tactics of these Grey Cloth Armed Forces are clearly designed to hold us back. Fuck, luck is not on our side. Yesterday, we managed to persuade the lord soldiers to cooperate with us in our raid. Damn it!"

Barrow was helpless when he heard this: "I can't do anything, this Grey Cloth Armed Force has seen through us. We have fought against the northern barbarians all the year round, and we are used to it. Open and close. Now encountering these bullshit tactics, this... This is a strategically lost move!"

Having said this, Barlow shocked the head, and then looked towards the right: "I don't know. Does General Ralph have any other plans? Alas, your last plan would have succeeded if it hadn't been for an earthquake!"

Ralph frowned: "No... just attack like this!"

"Just attack like that?" Barlow stared wide-eyed.

"en!" Ralph nodded, "It's enough to defeat them, the real enemy is not them!" will rise a lot. Barlow understood what Ralph meant at this time, that is to seize the remaining time to continue to attack, try to eliminate the living force of Grey Cloth Armed Force. I don't want to be killed, but I want to be hurt.

After all, their original intention is to ensure the stability of the rear before the real enemy of the North Desolate Tribe attacks. However, they were confident before, and they wanted to completely eliminate it once and for all, but now it is obviously impossible to do it, so they can only hope to drive the other party far away, and dare not attack.

"That's... ah, I'm really unwilling!"

Barlow didn't say everything, of course he felt unwilling, but the most important thing was to lose face. Co-authoring their Three Great Legions this time, the three Great Legions came with the same force, but the result was the same as the end of the encirclement and suppression? This time, I won't be ridiculed to death by my colleagues... Ralph and Gary naturally understand what Barlow means, but there is no way to do it now.

"Let's do it like this!" After all, he was also a battle-hardened person, and after realizing that things couldn't be done, Barlow quickly decided.

Wow—just at this moment, the curtain of the central army tent was lifted, and a man who looked like a scout came in. The reason why it seems like it is because he has much more equipment than the Titus standard scouts.

Barlow and Gehry's eyes moved, and they naturally knew this kind of scout. This is unique to Zichen Legion, and its battle strength is above all Legion's scouts.

"General!" The scout saluted, "We met nearly a thousand soldiers from the Armament Department behind Legion."

"The Armament Department?" Barlow looked stunned, " What are they doing here?"

"They said they were going after the Grey Cloth Armed Force that burned their forage before."

"Ah..."

Ralph, Barlow, and Gary, the three Great Generals, all opened their mouths wide, showing dumb expressions.

"Burning the food and grass..." Gary knocked on his head, his face gloomy, "This happened more than ten days ago."

"Fourteen days. !" Ralph regained his indifferent expression.

"tsk tsk, fourteen days..." Barlow smacked his lips and sighed lightly. Immediately, blue veins protruded on his forehead, and his face flushed instantly: "Let this group of wastes die!!!"

Go to die... go to die... go to die... thunder-like voices came out of the big tent, passing Out of camp, hovering over the valley...