At this moment, the valley is full of Rakshasa soldiers and horses. Due to the large number of people, the Rakshasa soldiers who rushed in from the front have been squeezed close to the foot of the stone mountain, and countless people and horses are rushing in from behind.
There was no way ahead but the rear was still rushing in desperately. The huge valley suddenly became a chaotic mess with people shouting and horses neighing.
"Damn it, why did you come here? Who led this road?" General Rakshasa looked at the steep black mountains on all sides and looked at the messy soldiers and horses. The expression on his face almost wanted to lead the way.
The forward lieutenant on this side was eaten.
It is a taboo for military strategists not to enter a place with no way back. Except for the flat side of the valley, the other three sides are densely packed with stone mountains, locking the valley into a dead end that can only be entered but cannot be exited.
"Return... to report back to the marshal, I saw that there were rocks standing here, and I thought it could block the wolves chasing after me, so I ran in this direction. I knew... I knew this was such a ghost place..."
At this time, the forward adjutants were desperately squeezing towards their generalissimo to seek instructions, and they couldn't help but look extremely ashamed when they heard the roar.
"A loser." Marshal Rakshasa almost turned blue with anger when he heard this.
The place with rocks can be used to ward off wolves, but this is a dead place with no way out. Should it be used to ward off wolves or to exterminate them themselves?
Pulling out the scimitar from his waist, the Rakshasa Grand Marshal raised his hand and wanted to slash the unconscious forward officer with one strike.
"Generalissimo, don't get angry at this time. It's best for us to withdraw from this place first, or find other ways to leave here." Seeing this, a general nearby quickly grabbed the hand of the Rakshasa Generalissimo and said with a serious face.
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The Rakshasa Grand Marshal was also furious at this time. After all, he still had a sense of proportion in his heart. He knew that this was not the time to kill his forward officer. With a livid face, he retracted his sword with a cold snort and shouted: "Send the order, the soldiers and horses outside the valley will not be killed."
We must be rushing towards the valley, and the rear team will change direction and the front team will change direction and get out of here quickly."
As soon as the sound fell, he raised his eyebrows and yelled at the horrified forward officer: "Why don't you go back and find a way quickly? There is no exit in the valley, so you can't climb out from the convenient low stone peak, you bastard
, he is simply a loser."
"Ah, yes, yes, I will go right away." After hearing this order, the forward officer immediately touched the cold sweat on his face, turned around and pushed his way towards the front of the valley, which was also the deepest group of troops.
If there is no road in the valley, then climb over from the top of the mountain and try to find the road no matter what.
The cold wind blew, and the originally light fishy smell gradually became heavier and heavier.
The Rakshasa Grand Marshal who was trapped in the middle of the valley was issuing orders one after another in the direction of the entrance of the valley. He should have immediately retreated and withdrawn from the valley, but at this moment his Rakshasa troops were disobedient.
The soldiers and horses who had not run in from outside the valley, let alone turning around and retreating, simply rushed into the valley desperately. They all just hated their parents for giving birth to two legs, so that they could not run fast enough and rush quickly enough.
Enter the valley.
Because behind them, the howls and footsteps of the wild wolves were already close to their ears. If they slowed down, they would be eaten by the wild wolves, but they could still run forward without risking their lives.