"That's Sibia's army. We can't compete with these people for hunting land." The Viscount, who was in charge of commanding the Demon Alliance hunting team, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted, "We will retreat immediately - quickly
Blow the horn!”
As the commander of the hunting team, the Viscount didn't want to know why the Sibia army came to the demon side of the dividing line, nor did he want to guess what they were going to do next. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: leaving.
The further away this army is, the better! Because their emperor is a rogue, this army can do anything extraordinary.
The urgent horn sound sounded, and the nobles in groups of three or three immediately gathered their servants and hounds and retreated to the command flag. In the distance, the dull sound of horse hoofs was heard continuously, and a black-clothed horse poured out from the exit of the valley on the edge of the field.
Although the number of A's cavalry was not very large, they dispersed quickly and still covered both sides of the valley. Immediately afterwards, a fiery red flag waved in the black camp. Amidst the shouts that shook the entire wilderness, the black-armored cavalry lined up to attack.
line, chasing the retreating nobles.
The sabers flashed, the battle flags wavered, and the cavalry galloped as fast as a torrent rushing across the earth.
"Violation of the regulations, this is a violation of the regulations..." Seeing this situation, the viscount who led the hunting team was shocked, "The damn Sibiya army, the damn Korn Keda, how can they regard us as targets?
We are nobles!"
"Your Majesty the Viscount, what should we do now?" Another nobleman arrived, "The situation is critical, you must come up with a solution!"
"The messengers signaled and asked them to split into two groups and run away from different exits. Don't worry about anything and just go back to the country. One by one they run away! The warriors are responsible for protecting along the way, and the servants stop the enemy on the spot." After being reminded by others,
The Viscount suddenly woke up. After issuing a series of orders, he said to his guards: "Follow me and raise the white flag!"
"What are you going to do? Your Excellency, Viscount, how can you raise the white flag?"
"I'm going to negotiate and try to delay them as much as possible. During this time, you and your people should retreat quickly." Before he finished speaking, the Viscount had already rushed out, "If I am caught, please prepare a ransom for me!"
When the Viscount came forward with a white flag, the tail of the demon nobles and the forward of Sbia's army had already made the first wave of contact. The two sides in pursuit exchanged crossbows and arrows!
Although the crossbows used by the demon side are sophisticated, they are tools used for hunting. In terms of range, accuracy and firing speed, they cannot be compared with the repeating crossbows in the hands of the Sibia army. The whistling arrows shuttle back and forth.
, the servants who were ordered to deal with the rear of the team were killed one after another with bloodshed.
During the continuous pursuit, the Sibia cavalry maintained a neat line of attack. Under the order of the officer leading the pursuit, the cavalry in the front row fired three accurate bursts. Amidst the continuous neighing of the horses, the demon nobles
The originally chaotic formation completely collapsed. Many nobles who fell from their horses were trampled to death by their own people, and those who did not fall from their horses were not much better. It was so miserable to cry for their fathers and mothers.
The rushing Viscount was attacked by winged men in the sky before he had even run halfway. First, a burst of arrows shot down the warriors guarding the Viscount to death, and then a rope net was dropped, killing the well-dressed Viscount and the white flag.
Wrap them together and drag them to the sky.
Prior to this, about 800 armed servants from the demonic side gathered urgently in front of the command flag and barely formed a front. When the Viscount's delaying action failed, the urging horn was sounded, and these temporary
The patchwork "troops" also shouted and rushed back towards the Sbia army - they were going to rescue the fleeing nobles.
No matter how ferocious these servants performed in the hunting operation not long ago, at this time, no one will be willing to face the Sibia army. But if they don't rush now, then even themselves, the whole family will
They will all die miserably. If you rush forward, you might still have some hope of survival, because there are less than a thousand people on the other side.
During the attack, the formations of these armed servants got closer and closer. This was exactly the tactic assigned to them by the commander in advance, asking them to adopt a dense formation and break through the center of the enemy's front. If successful, the enemy would
They will be worried about being attacked on the flanks, and they will definitely divide their troops to encircle, pursue and annihilate them. Then the nobles who disperse and flee will be safer...
It can be seen that among the nobles who led the hunting team, there were also insightful officers.
The idea was good, but unfortunately such a formation was a living target in the eyes of the wingmen. The moment the armed servants had just completed the close formation, twenty or thirty small ignition and stone bombs were thrown down. The stone bullets were flying in the sky
Dragging out streaks of black smoke, they smashed into the attacking cavalry one after another. Regardless of whether they landed on the ground or on a human body, the stone bullets would bounce off the object they touched in an instant, and then the kerosene would splash, bursting into pieces or fragments.
, or the full flame flower.
Occasionally, a stone bullet hits the ground and bounces straight up, splashing out bright flames that can ignite dozens of people.
The armed servants covered in flames let out heart-rending screams. Their bodies were covered in fire oil and they bumped around in the team like headless flies, constantly creating new fire men. Fear spread like water waves,
The dense formation soon became a mess.
In the chaos, the hundreds of oncoming Sbia cavalry flexibly adjusted their formations, lowered their sharp spearheads, and rushed into the cavalry composed of armed servants in a triangular formation. As soon as the two sides came into contact, a temporarily formed "
The "servant army" turned into a piece of rotten rags, which was torn in half by the charging Sbia cavalry!
Where are the armed servants the match for the Sbia cavalry?
In the flying blood rain, I watched each of my companions being thrust into the spear by the enemy. Before the swords in their hands were raised, the fighting will in their hearts was gone. Those on the periphery turned around and ran away, only to die in flight.
Axes and arrows fell; the battle area was also in chaos. They huddled together in twos and threes and were swept off their horses by the enemy with lances. Once they were alone, they would be beaten to the core immediately.
A loud voice gave the order, and the Sbia cavalry formed a triangle formation and threw their spears at the enemy. Then they took their shields with their left hand and swords with their right hands. They were divided into groups of ten people and dispersed to kill them.
The powerful force crushed these scattered armed servants until they were breathless, and even if they wanted to escape, they couldn't figure out the direction.
At this time, the other cavalrymen had already caught up with the demon nobles. They first fired wildly with the continuous crossbows in their hands, and then slashed with their sabers. The demon nobles screamed and fell off their horses. The people who relied on their horses quickly fled towards the exit.
, even the nobles and warriors only had a handful of dozens - after that, they were tortured by the winged men in the sky, and the number of people who managed to escape was less than the sum of one person's fingers.
The hunting team with a total of 4,000 people was completely broken up and divided in a short period of time, completely falling into the prey of Sbia's army. The desperate demon nobles were walking around on the plains.
circle, but the fierce Sbia cavalry chased them, easily cutting them down one by one with their sabers, without mercy, without hesitation, and without pause.
Not long after, there were no more large-scale escapes on the plains, and the rangers were cleaning up the last scattered demon nobles. Most of the cavalry dismounted and pulled out the enemies hiding in the mud, on the tops of trees, and in the grass one by one.
.The nobles were not killed on the spot. Although the nobles survived temporarily, their treatment was not much better. Because Sbia's soldiers were relatively rude, they would first beat these nobles into human form, and then gather them together.
On flat ground, have them kneel in a regular circle.
Among the more than 300 nobles, most were struck in the back by swords and fell from their horses. A few lost an arm or a leg, but there was no hope of receiving any treatment... As for those who could not maintain a kneeling position, they would be tied up immediately.
Pick up the stone and throw it into the river.
From the moment the two sides fought until everything calmed down, the more than a thousand tribal residents who survived the previous "hunting" maintained absolute neutrality. They neither cheered for one side nor took advantage of the chaos to escape, and no one went to save them.
Those tribesmen who were tied by the river... they just sat there obediently, with innocent eyes open, watching in horror as all this happened.
"This is against the rules! You will have to pay a price...a painful price!" The leader of the hunting team was escorted over, but the viscount was not very honest and kept shouting, "It is hunting season, it is not allowed.
Let’s start a war! And we are nobles, so even if we are captured, we must be treated accordingly. Is this how Cohen Keda trained you? You gangsters!”
While he was making a lot of noise, a group of guards came quickly, surrounded by several officers. The officer at the head was tall, wearing an exquisite armor, and a pure black cloak on his back. In the Sbia army
Among them, the black series of cloaks represents a special status, which can usually only be obtained by officers of the Guards or generals with the rank of brigadier general or above. In addition, His Majesty the Emperor will also award black cloaks to certain people by name from time to time.
——Those officers who have outstanding military achievements and passed His Majesty's test.
But this officer only had the rank of lieutenant colonel, and he was not wearing Guards armor. He obviously belonged to the latter.
The soldier guarding the Viscount punched the Viscount in the lower abdomen, then grabbed the Viscount's hair and showed his painful expression to the lieutenant colonel: "Sir, this bastard said he was leading the team.
of."
"It's a viscount. This kind of despicable title is everywhere in the Demon Alliance." The lieutenant colonel held up the viscount's chin with his riding crop, "Which country are you from?"
"I want to remind you to pay attention to your words... Even Cohen Keda would not dare to describe the nobles of the Demon Alliance in this way." After the pain eased slightly, the Viscount sneered and replied, "I am from the Wells Empire.
The nobility. In the Demon Alliance, the nobility is glorious. As for despicable things, it can only happen in a country under the rule of the Divine Alliance!"
"The moment a noble becomes a prey, he becomes lowly. Only those with strength become noble." The lieutenant colonel said in a calm tone: "Now I'll give you a chance. Are there any other hunting teams nearby?
"
"I will not provide you with any information." The Viscount refused to answer the lieutenant colonel's question. "According to convention, I should be sent to the Sibia Empire. You are obliged to inform my family and ask them to bring money to ransom me.
"
"What is the practice?" The lieutenant colonel turned around and asked another officer, "Staff officer, is there such a practice?"
"Yes, but that is an unwritten rule." The staff officer took off his helmet and replied leisurely, "In non-war conditions, captured nobles can be ransomed by their families. The ransom for a viscount is five thousand coins.
gold."
"Sure enough, your studies at the Royal Academy were not in vain. You have a lot of things in your head." The lieutenant colonel turned back and patted the viscount's face with his hand, "Your life is worth a lot - but I have hundreds of dollars in my hands now.
I'm a prey, I don't need your money."
"You have no reason to kill me!" The Viscount looked panicked. "If you kill a noble who gives up resistance, the Demon Palace will directly negotiate with the temple. Aren't you afraid of putting Cohen Keda in a passive situation?"
The lieutenant colonel took a step back, drew out his sword and thrust it into the viscount's chest. The viscount's mouth was slightly open, his face instantly became as white as a piece of paper, and he looked at the lieutenant colonel with disbelief.
"From now on, you have called His Majesty the Emperor by his name twice, which is really a heinous crime." The lieutenant colonel's cold voice came out through the face protection of his helmet, "If you are not convinced, just go and complain to your Dark Lord.
, I'll wait for him - if he is willing to avenge you."
After saying that, he drew out his sword in a horizontal motion. The viscount fell backwards, spitting blood from the corners of his mouth, and his limbs twitched continuously. This miserable look frightened several young nobles kneeling next to him into crying.
"Go and find out everything, and then detain them. We rely on them to replace the equipment." Wiping off the blood on the sword, the lieutenant colonel raised his head and looked around, "Put those tribesmen down, and bandage and treat the injuries."
"Yes, sir, we will do it." The staff officer nodded, "I know you used to be the adjutant of the general staff, and putting business before private matters is your eternal creed. But now that the official business seems to have been taken care of, can we take a rest first?
one time……"
"Business is not over yet." The lieutenant colonel shook his head and walked towards the more than a thousand tribesmen who were sitting dumbly. "We still have to teach these bastards a lesson."
Seeing an officer in full armor and helmet approaching surrounded by guards, the tribesmen who had been in a daze became uneasy again. The people in the front row stood up in panic, not sure whether they should block it. Several old men squeezed
He stepped out of the crowd and wanted to say something, but before he could get closer, he was pushed aside by the sturdy guards.
"You fools who are fighting against the Sethis tribe!" In front of the human wall, the lieutenant colonel stopped, his majestic eyes came out of the holes in his face guard, and he scanned the tribesmen in front of him from left to right, "
Where is the leader? Stand up for me!"
A young man holding a drumstick walked out of the crowd and bowed deeply to the lieutenant colonel.
"Are you the leader here?" There was a trace of doubt in the Lieutenant Colonel's tone, but then he returned to normal - normal roughness, "You idiot, why don't you obey the orders of the Sibia Empire?"
"Order?" The young leader raised his head, with a look of confusion on his face, "What order?"
With a "pop" sound, the young leader was immediately slapped on the face.
"A year ago, half a year ago, and even three months ago, the Sibia Empire and the thirty-six tribe leaders jointly issued three orders to you, asking you to retreat to the Sibia Empire section of the divine side. Why did you
Disobey?" The lieutenant colonel officer said in an angry tone: "You said it's hard to leave your homeland - today's situation is all caused by you fools!"
"I don't know what happened in the past...but I know one thing. If the decision was made by the previous leader, it must be the intention of all the elders." The young leader retorted: "Furthermore, our former leader was highly respected and respected.
idiot."
"Really? Are you the leader?" The lieutenant colonel officer looked up at the sky and laughed several times, then kicked the young leader to the ground and curled up in a ball, "How can even a rookie like you beat that stubborn rhythm?
"
"Although I am a rookie, I am the leader." The young leader raised his head and said, "Don't embarrass my people."
"Are you trying to lie to me? You idiot!" the lieutenant colonel added, "When did you take over the drumstick? Tell me!"
"Just now..." The young leader rolled on the ground and answered vaguely. The surrounding tribesmen were helpless in response to the officer's atrocities, and most of them were too angry to dare to speak out.
"Sir, don't you feel tired?" the staff officer advised lazily, "We have just finished a long journey to fight the battle!"
"Bah! Bloodless!" the officer spat and walked toward the circle surrounded by tribal residents. "Old guy, it's no use hiding wherever you are. Let me find you out."
Under a strong sense of fear, the tribal residents made way for the officer to walk to the big drum smoothly. There was a long silence after that. He didn't hear the officer curse for a while. The staff officer felt that something was wrong, so he rushed over and saw
The big drum was stained red with blood, and the old leader was lying beside the drum.
"Three orders! Three orders...you refused to leave." The lieutenant colonel's tone became lowered, "Look at you now, what price did your stubbornness cost you? Because of your stubbornness, countless people died.
Even you...are dead."
"Sir, you..." the staff officer saw the lieutenant colonel's cloak trembling slightly.
"I told you to leave a long time ago." Taking off his gloves and helmet, the lieutenant colonel officer's young face had two clear traces of tears, "I wrote a letter asking you to leave here... Why don't you go...
…”
The staff officer wanted to carefully inquire about the relationship between the lieutenant colonel and the old leader, but the lieutenant colonel knelt down, bent down, held the old leader's cheek with his hand, and kissed the old leader's blood-stained forehead - Staff Officer
The official was stunned on the spot because among the thirty-six tribes, only immediate family members could kiss their relatives on the forehead.
"He is the son of the old chief... You are the son of the old chief... You are Uda!" An old man came over on his knees, grabbed the lieutenant colonel's hand and shouted, "You are the son of the old chief! Uda,
Do you still recognize me? I am your uncle! Take us away, save us! We are willing to leave now!"
"Fuck you!" the lieutenant colonel was furious. He slapped the old man and knocked him down, yelling, "Who do you think you are!"
"Save us..." More people rushed over, grabbing the corners of the lieutenant colonel's clothes, crying, laughing, and shouting. In order to prove to the soldiers that the lieutenant colonel was a son of the tribe, they
He began to tell all the stories since his birth. Some people called his baby name, some boasted that they washed his diapers when he was a child, and some said they took him to spy on women taking a bath...
The staff officer spent a lot of effort to get the lieutenant colonel out, but he was immediately surrounded by tribesmen with runny noses and tears. It was not until the fists of the surrounding guards were flying that the situation was stabilized.
Holding his father's body in his hands, the lieutenant colonel coldly saw the tribal residents kneeling on the ground. Having grown up here since he was a child, he naturally knew the nature of these people - even if they had good intentions, they would never be good.
Treat with words.
"Want to be rescued? You idiots."
The answer is of course unanimous, resolute and without hesitation.
"There is only one person in this world who can save you. He is the emperor of the Sbia Empire, His Majesty Cohen Keda. You despicable reptiles, go to the Holy City and ask for his forgiveness!" He said this in a cold tone.
The answer was that the lieutenant colonel stared at his father's face for a long time and said softly: "Is it worth dying for these people?"
Hearing these words from the commander, the staff officer on the side felt extremely complicated... (To be continued)