Chapter 1935 Different paths lead to the same destination
Under the attack of rockets, the coalition soldiers finally could not maintain their formation and fled in panic.
Even if the supervising team's sword cuts it down, it will be easier than shooting it down with a rocket.
When Marquis Atkins saw this scene, he did not become angry, but said to the adjutant with a smile: "Young men, they can still persist until now. Their courage is worthy of me drinking a bottle of wine for them!"
After saying this, a servant came forward and brought a jar of wine.
He literally drank a whole can of wine.
The adjutant said worriedly: "Our infantry was defeated. There were a total of 20,000 people, but not a single one was killed."
"Hahaha, little Robert, you know, when you eat four loaves of bread to feel full, it definitely doesn't mean that the first three are useless." Atkins smiled happily.
The adjutant didn't understand.
Could it be that His Excellency the Marquis is the other party's spy?
Did the other party bribe him?
The adjutant thought of this and quietly drew his sword.
But the knife was not drawn out after all.
"Their mana has been consumed. Marshal Shepard on the other side should have completed the siege. They have become birds in a cage and cannot fly away even if they want to." Atkins said proudly.
Only then did the adjutant realize that the other party actually used tens of thousands of people as bait to consume the other party's mana. How could an ordinary general achieve such determination?
Even the nobles who have always looked down upon the untouchables would not do this. After all, after all the soldiers were defeated, the nobles became useless.
There is only one reason why the other party can do it: this is a coalition army, and those soldiers are cobbled together from various kingdoms.
Only the supervising team at the end are the Marquis's own soldiers!
"High, really high." The adjutant couldn't find the words to praise him, so he could only say this.
Sure enough, the allied soldiers fled, and some in Lancelot's army couldn't help but capture prisoners.
If you catch one, you can level up faster.
If you catch 10,000, you will be 10,000 points faster.
Many soldiers who were hawkers can understand this ledger.
They were also the first to move.
Even though the officers scolded them a few times, there were still hundreds of people who disobeyed orders and rushed out of the formation to capture prisoners.
Lancelot saw this and sneered: "On the battlefield, those who disobey orders are no longer our brothers!"
The spiritual link informed those soldiers, this sentence.
They were frightened. They were no longer brothers, which meant that they had to face the nobles alone, and they had to be made into kebabs and roasted on the fire for days and nights!
Almost all card players have seen that scene.
Since then, barbecue has become a taboo food for card players... and it has become a legend.
It is said that barbecue is a temptation of the devil and will take away people's health and life span.
"Kill them all!"
"Cross!"
"kill!"
Chaotic dialects appeared from the back and sides of Lancelot's army.
Another coalition force appeared.
In front of them is the river bank, which means that they have fallen into death!
But Lancelot did not panic.
"The rear team becomes the front team, the front team becomes the rear guard, and collectively turn right! Cavalrymen, protect the left and right wings, let us fight until dark, and then fight from dark to dawn!"
He had long seen the appearance of this group of besiegers from the sight of the scouts spread over two hundred miles of the battlefield.
But they never imagined that for this unique army, being surrounded would not have the buff of "continuously lowering morale".
Why are ordinary soldiers afraid of being surrounded?
One is that it means a logistical cutoff.
A feudal combat unit could only carry two to three days of food and grass, and two days of drinking water.
Second, it means no reinforcements.
Being isolated and helpless can lead to a huge psychological panic.
It's okay to have a city, but being isolated in the wild is like being thrown into a pack of wolves.
As soon as the soldiers panic, their combat effectiveness and organization level drop rapidly until the officers are unable to control the soldiers and the army collapses.
Change from large groups to small groups and try to get out of the enemy's encirclement.
If the target is formed into a formation, it will be impossible to escape if it is too big. If it is divided into small parts, it will be easier to escape.
After all, there is no encirclement that can be carried out hand in hand.
However, poker players are different.
They are not afraid of death three or four times. In other words, no matter how thick your encirclement is, they can still rush away with one or two blows.
The other party's siege cannot be too thick and there are not that many people.
The 80,000 people on the east road were routed, and the 120,000 people on the west road had only 40,000 soldiers. They were surrounded on three sides, with an average of only more than 10,000 people on one side.
The opponent must be on the best road directly in front and put the most troops.
But your own soldiers can climb mountains and cross ridges, just give up their horses.
There can be a maximum of 10,000 people on the left and right sides, and 20,000 people on the front.
Ten thousand versus 5,000, for me, this is like cutting tofu!
Lancelot thought this way, and the soldiers had already come into contact with the enemy on the original right, that is, the encirclement in the north.
"Rocket!"
There is no extra time to waste this time.
Because the disintegrated Eastern Route Army cannot be allowed to organize.
The rocket appears again.
It's just that this time, there are indeed many fewer card players who can release rockets.
After all, no matter how good they are, their time is still a little short.
The characteristic of players is that they are rubbish in the early stage and cannot beat a chicken, but they can kill gods in the later stage.
At most, they have passed the early stage and are still in the early stages.
The skills and mana are still too few.
"They are really in trouble, the devil's power has declined!"
This is our opportunity, Marquis Atkins, and he quickly ordered the soldiers to gather up the scattered soldiers and prepare them for a pincer attack.
However, the battle that followed still left him stunned.
"Warriors, brothers, let us charge and let them know what an invincible charge is!"
Lancelot patted his horse and began to take the lead and rush forward in small steps.
The combat skills are indeed almost used, but they still have physical strength and the fighting skills honed over so many days!
Hundreds of guards protected him firmly in the middle. Seeing the familiar Lord Knight, the soldiers took the lead in charging again.
One by one they shouted "Aoao" and ran towards them.
"Go to hell, damn noble lord!"
The card players used their last giant transformation technique, and before engaging the enemy, they trampled to death an enemy soldier of the same origin as him...
The other party is not the master.
Neither is he.
The northern siege lasted for a long time.
Mainly because of the good promises made by the gentlemen, slaves were released, farmers were given land, and knights increased their fiefdoms...
They deserve their reward.
Unfortunately, mortals are still too fragile under inhuman strength.
At the end of the battle, there were only more than 400 knights still fighting.
Their fighting spirit is indeed powerful. They can extinguish fires, thaw, and kill enemies. They are almost omnipotent except that they cannot save themselves.
It's a pity that these powers are not enough in front of a group of madmen.
After all, there are too many enemies.
This time it's ten times as many card players versus grudge owners.
Use the boss skills one by one.
Corpse explosion, poisonous nova...
Don't expect these knights to be able to resist these skills that even the tauren can't resist.
As for the great knights, they are still waiting and watching.
Yes, they used the same trick as the Marquis.
The most noble nobles always use the most unpretentious means to prepare the most delicious wine.