Chapter 290: The General's Battle Robe Is Stained with Blood by Soldiers Part 3
Chapter 290 The general’s shirt is stained with blood by the soldiers (3)
"The powerful long for war! Ordinary people long for peace! - Reno." From "Memoirs of the Governor of the North".
"Someone has to sacrifice! If there is a choice, let us ordinary people do it! - Luke Leopold." From "The Song of Civilian General Luke Leopold".
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"Fuck! Are those human scum crazy? Why do they fight against us! They don't even have professionals!" A Nazgul sneered as he looked at the endless "rapid flow" of people.
"Don't underestimate these infantry! These are the rapid infantry! Have you suffered little loss from them?" came the hoarse voice of another Nazgul.
"I doubt these lunatics, even gods, would dare to shoot them twice!" Another Nazgul laughed, his voice as harsh and unpleasant as the friction of a broken gong.
"What should we do? Do we want to stop them?" one of the Nazgul said seriously.
After hearing this, the remaining four Nazgul turned their heads and fell silent.
"Hahaha! Joel! Are you crazy? Use a dragon-slaying knife to kill a chicken? Leave it to the orc army! I don't even bother to take action!"
Several Ringwraiths nodded in agreement. After all, attacking these ordinary people would make them lose face. What they were guarding against was the high-end combat power of this empire!
"Order the knights to wear armor! Be ready to fight at any time! In addition, please dismantle the handsome tent! I will move forward with the knights! Remember not to fly my governor's flag!" Renault ordered, and the others were confused.
"Sir! The Rapid Infantry...have begun to attack!" A Northland knight ran in quickly.
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Soon the infantrymen in the first row leveled their rifles and sped up...
"What should we do? Let those ragtag coalition forces fill in? Are they willing? Or let the elite Northland Knights attack the orcs? Time is running out in the imperial capital..." Luke Leopold rubbed his tired eyes.
Sigh.
"Crack!" The sounds of the horse guns breaking under the load kept coming one after another, but these loyal and brave soldiers were not afraid. They took off the maces from their waists and started swinging!
The moment of hand-to-hand contact was horrific. Countless Orc warriors used weapons imbued with war energy to easily split open the chests of the Swift Infantry! Soon the first row of the Swift Infantry were all killed and wounded, but not even half of them could.
The orcs took a breath, and the second row of infantrymen had already charged forward! The above scene continued in a loop, but the difference was that there were more orcs who had exhausted all their fighting spirit and were unable to resist the attacks of the infantrymen.
They all fell to the ground and were crushed into mud by countless pairs of big feet!
Putting aside the numerical advantage, these elite half-orcs of at least the first level were enough to cause them heavy casualties! What those poor rapid infantry didn't know was that they would attack these professional soldiers under the leadership of their most trusted legion commander.
The army of soldiers launched a desperate charge!
"The Imperial City is now under siege! Legion commanders! In the name of the commander of the United Legion, I order and request everyone! Charge towards Lagrand City...!" Luke Leopold bowed deeply, and everyone in front of him
The legion commanders silently beat their chests and returned to their legions. They let out the most deafening roars in their most speechless voices!
"Professionals have their own battlefields! Similarly, we also have our battlefields! As an ordinary person, I am proud to have fought for this country with you! No matter what the result is, history will remember you and me! We! Are the Empire's
Hero!" Luke Leopold turned his head and roared loudest and loudest.
"Keep your eyes open! Look at this blue-green ocean! What else do you have to fear in such a huge army? It's them who should be afraid!" Luke Leopold laughed and cursed.
, but no one saw the worry in his eyes.
Reno's face in the handsome tent was gloomy. He knew that Luke Leopold's move was too cruel! No one could ever ignore half a million lives! But this civilian general who was not even a professional did this.
Here it is! The most legendary civilian general in the empire actually wants to use his own life and the lives of half a million troops in the north to forcefully rescue the imperial capital from the siege!
The Ringwraiths don’t know, the Orcs don’t know, the coalition forces don’t know, and even the Swift Infantry themselves don’t know! They have become the victims of this battle, and there are only two people in the world, Raynor and Luke Leopold.
Know the true meaning of this battle.
"General Luke...is this really good?" a commander of the Rapids Legion beside him asked in a low voice, with a hint of unbearable flash in his eyes.
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For the first time, the Orcs' front began to show signs of retreat! This was Luke Leopold's conspiracy! Use human lives to consume the Orcs' fighting spirit and physical strength. After all, they will not have as many human soldiers! Even if the rapids
All the infantry are dead, so what? The remaining half-orcs will face the elite Northland Knights! This Northland Knights, with a total of two thousand people, is in the hands of the entire Northern Governor Renault.
The sharpest knife ever!
"We will win in the end!" Luke turned his head and glanced in the direction of Renault.
"For the empire! For our homeland! For our people!" the Rapid Infantry roared.
"Humans are about to attack!" The orcs looked nervously at the blue "waves" on the horizon. The advantage of single combat power did not give them much sense of security.
"Someone has to sacrifice! If there is a choice, let us ordinary people do it! The future of the empire is those knights! Not us..." Luke Leopold whispered, and all the officers beside him fell silent.
Go down.
"Be careful! Don't let them have a chance. The human reinforcements in the other three directions have been delayed! I don't want to lose the chain here!"
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The earth is shaking! The orc's legs are weakening. This is a real torrent of steel!
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A total of 170 legion commanders silently turned around to form their troops, and the Battle of Rapid Charge that shocked Middle-Earth was about to begin. (Several of the rapids legions were short of some people, so there were 170 rapids legions.)
"Dong dong dong!" The dull drum beat, and one hundred and seventy rectangular square formations were opened one by one. The infantry were arranged into a neat rectangle with thirty people in a row and ten people in a row.
Several legions lost their numbers midway, resulting in a loss of integrity of the phalanx.
"I am a sinner!" Luke Leopold murmured softly.
"Is it worth it?" Renault looked at the "ocean" in the distance and sighed softly. He would seize this opportunity, this opportunity created by General Luke with half a million lives.
The sharp horse-repelling spear slammed into the orcs' lineup, and one orc after another was picked up, and some orcs were even stabbed into candied haws by the horse-repelling spear.
"General! Orc army!" A swift infantryman pointed at the dark mass of orcs in the distance and fell into panic.
"Bang!" Luke Leopold slapped the young soldier on the helmet.
"We will live up to your expectations!" Little did they know that at this moment, Renault had already put on his armor, leading the Northern Knights to advance quietly following the tail of the rapid infantry. At this moment, Renault was also looking at Luke.
The two senior northern military officers sent their best wishes to their close friends in their hearts!
"I'm sorry Renault, I shouldn't be able to go back from this battle... Sigh!" Luke looked melancholy at the bloody front line.
"Wait until I go home, go home for me, take me home!" Luke Leopold casually wrote his suicide note and stuffed it into the lining of the armor.
"Come back alive! General Luke Leopold! This is the order of the Northern Governor and the expectation of a close friend..." Renault said silently in his heart as he looked at the front line.