Although he is now the commander of the Phantom Legion, Lieutenant General Helter's fiery temper has not tempered. Every word he said and every order he issued also had infinite shocking power in the hearts of his subordinates. So,
The city of Ope, which is currently in turmoil, once again bears the wrath of Lieutenant General Helter.
The Phantom Legion at this time was composed of troops drawn from various legions. Although half of the more than 60,000 soldiers were recruits and veterans, the commanders at all levels were elites who had experienced the Tucheng Battle and were already defending the city.
Experts, in their eyes, Ope City is like an enemy soldier who has been stripped of his armor, with no cover at all. The defensive tactics of the Demonic Wells Army can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, not creative at all.
As long as they are willing, the front wall of Ope City can be cut in half in one day, entered into street fighting in two days, completely occupied in three days, and restored to the function of a central city in five days... But they cannot do this now because His Majesty Cohen Keda does not allow it.
, so everyone can only use the most clumsy attack methods to show off. Of course, such an arrangement is only known to a few senior officers.
Even so, Ope City still suffered unprecedented damage. Hundreds of siege equipment in the Phantom Legion camp were operating continuously, and various flying rocks and rockets continued to fly from the sky, setting fire to houses and destroying buildings around the city wall.
All objects, at its most intense, such an offensive can make the entire Ope City scream in horror.
In just two days, all the protrusions on the walls of Oppe City disappeared. No matter how brave the Welsh soldiers were, they did not dare to stand in a place without a parapet in front and a wall in the back. They were all behind the wall.
On the steps or platforms, lots were occasionally drawn to decide who would go out to observe - and the soldier who went out would most likely not come back. In the end, the helpless Welsh officers had to announce who would take the initiative to go up the city wall to observe the enemy's situation and lead them
Return information, record military merit once, and be rewarded with three gold coins.
Bringing the demonic army to this state has been the goal pursued by all the divine alliance armies in recent decades. At this moment, the Phantom Legion has achieved this goal, but in the minds of all the war veterans from top to bottom of the Phantom Legion, this rookie
The legion, which accounts for half of the total number of soldiers, is not an elite force. It must be trained and trained!
The troops were divided into three batches and took turns to go into battle day and night. When the first batch was fighting or on guard, the third batch they replaced took the time to rest. At this time, the first batch was about to take over.
The second batch of troops has already begun to study intensively. The rookie soldiers and rookie officers sat in tents and on the open ground in an organized manner, listening to the instructors carefully explain the mistakes and deficiencies in the previous round of battles, and
The tactics for this round of battle were formulated in detail. The instructors worked hard to teach, and the rookies studied intently. From top to bottom, it was like a huge military academy. In the atmosphere of actual combat, the learning effect was extremely obvious.
The veterans teach step by step, and the recruits learn with their eyes wide open. They cannot do it twice once, they cannot do it twice, they cannot do it three times, they cannot do it three times, they cannot do it four times... Anyway, the offensive continues, and there are constant opportunities to learn. One by one, the recruits have taken off their rookie hats.
, familiar with the war, what would the Wells Army think if they knew that they were just the target of the Phantom Legion? But no matter what they thought, the Phantom Legion had a new trick.
On the morning of the third day of the "Crazy Five-Day Offensive", the attack intensity of the Phantom Legion suddenly dropped sharply, and some troops left the city camp in an organized manner. Their actions baffled the defenders of Ope City, and they broke a leg a few days ago.
Legs of Prince Opie lying on the bed held a military meeting.
The officers of the Welsh Army were divided into two groups and quarreled fiercely over the behavior of the Phantom Legion. One side shouted that this was a precursor to the Phantom Legion's retreat, while the other insisted that it was a trick to lure their own army out of the city to fight.
Prince Opei, who was lying on the bed, no longer had the grace and composure of the past. He just stared blankly at the map at hand because he knew in his heart that Opei City was the last fortress in the northern defense zone, and he, the supreme commander of the northern defense zone, was there.
He couldn't afford to lose any battle. Although he was a prince, he couldn't let everyone in the empire see his defeat.
The debate among the officers continues. If there is a pursuit when the Phantom Legion retreats, it will be easier to explain to the Empire and the Demon Palace after the war. If they do nothing and hide in the city, it will be very difficult to report after the war.
Writing it may implicate everyone... Whether to go out of the city to pursue or stick to the city is a matter of life and death. Who can guarantee that this is not a trick of the enemy?
The debate lasted all day, and in the evening, news finally came that the Phantom Legion's baggage troops also began to leave the camp. Except for a few "timid" guys, the officers' opinions finally became unified, and everyone
Their eyes were all looking at Prince Opie, expecting him to make the final conclusion on the situation at hand - everyone's wealth and life depended on the prince's words.
The prince was silent and even his eyes stopped moving.
In fact, to be honest, no one is more anxious than him, and no one understands how urgent his desire to pursue the enemy is. But now he dare not, because he can't figure out why the Phantom Legion would do this now.
This behavior is similar to retreat. Are there not enough supplies? What a joke, why do they have to come so far to fight if there are not enough supplies? Is the supply line behind them being attacked? This is also a joke. The troops in the northern defense zone are all in Ope City, while those of other empires
Reinforcements, even with wings, cannot be so fast... Only those who can attack the enemy's supply line at this time are the Dark Lord.
But as time went by, the deep doubts in the prince's heart gradually faded. Especially when he thought about the responsibilities he would bear if he stayed in the city until the war, the prince rolled his eyes and felt shaken.
"Your Highness the Prince! Let's do it!" The prince's subtle reaction was noticed, and a middle-aged officer immediately spoke, "We can first put in small groups of troops to test the enemy, and attack from several city gates at the same time.
If something goes wrong, retreat immediately!"
"Yes! Your Highness, all the passages out of the city have been cleared, and the troops can come and go freely." Another officer took the words and said meaningfully: "The morale of the troops is high, and we will definitely gain something. Let's wait now.
A word from you, Your Highness."
The prince raised his head slightly and looked at the officer. Of course he knew what the other officer meant: As long as the troops leave the city today, there will be excellent results in the post-war report... But in order to show off that he is a nobleman who is good at independent thinking
, a long time later, the prince spoke the first sentence from the meeting: "How long can our magic barrier last? How many soldiers are there? How long can the food and supplies be used? What is the current detailed situation of the other party? Is there anyone?
Monitoring?"
"Reporting to Your Highness, everything is normal." An officer was pushed forward to report, "The magic barrier can still last for thirty days. There are nearly one hundred thousand troops that can attack, and there are half a year's worth of food in the warehouse. Now there are
Multiple batches of magicians have taken off, and every move of the enemy cannot escape our surveillance."
After pondering for a moment in the eyes of everyone, Prince Opie finally gave the order: "Reconnaissance again, I want the most detailed and true information!"
Under the current circumstances, this sentence itself already represents a firm position, so in the city of Ope, a lot of preparation work was launched along with the reconnaissance operation. The troops received the order to prepare for the attack and were waiting in line on the street. Several groups were ordered
The reconnaissance magician changed his usual behavior and climbed into the air cautiously, "carefully" investigating "all the situations" of the enemy.
At dinner time, the six gates of Ope City were opened together. The Wells army, which had been huddled in the city, was fed up with the bullying of the Phantom Army and finally went out!
This is a force as powerful as a rainbow. This is a powerful force made of gold coins. The strong wine they had previously poured into their stomachs is churning in their veins, burning their fighting spirit. The blessing magic applied to their bodies sparkles, making their
The posture was extremely heroic... The soldiers howled and excited, rushing out of the city gate one after another, fighting for the "bastards" of the Phantom Legion!
They are very passionate and they have great morale, but at this time, there are two different worlds inside the city and outside the city, and the difference is too big to be compensated by passion. As soon as the various Welsh troops leave the city gate, they have to
Facing all kinds of incredible problems, the higher the morale is, the worse the situation becomes.
First of all, the passage outside the city could not be cleared before. The flying rocks fired by the Phantom Army in the past few days accumulated outside the city wall, mixed with various debris that fell from the city wall.
But in the eyes of the officer, this was nothing. How could the majestic Welsh army be frightened by a few stones? So, the officer gave an order, and the soldiers began to trek on the chest-high flying stones...
Normally, this is nothing, not worth mentioning at all - but at this moment it is very important.
The reason is very simple, because the soldiers who have left the city gate in front are crawling slowly, while the soldiers behind who have not left the city gate are rushing quickly. Slowly and quickly, the city gate is suddenly overcrowded, and the officers are shouting and cursing loudly.
He stood and drove the soldiers forward, so more and more soldiers climbed onto the piles of rocks, almost one on top of another... The scattered piles of rocks were no better than the city wall, and finally collapsed with a "crash", not only blocking the city
The door was opened, and many soldiers were half-buried and unable to move...
In normal times, this is just a small episode for people to laugh at, but now it is in battle. No matter where the army is, obeying military orders is the first priority. Therefore, the soldiers half buried in the pile of rocks do not get anything.
To help, the comrades who came from behind did not lend a helping hand to them. They just used their heads, chests, and shoulders as stable footholds, stepped on them without hesitation, and rushed forward without hesitation. Only then did anyone remember that they could use
The rope slid down the city wall, but it seemed a little late.
Then, the alarm bell rang in the Phantom Army's camp, and arrows flew over one after another, as accurately as if they had eyes. The Welsh Army, which had just stepped on its own body to get rid of the "nightmare of rocks," had no time to organize itself.
The formation was shot to pieces by the arrows of the Phantom Legion.
Fortunately, the scale of the arrow rain was not very large. After the follow-up troops of the Wells Army came up, they still organized a formal attack. The small-scale blocking action of the Phantom Army further strengthened Commander Wells's mentality.
The naive idea that "the enemy is retreating and there are not many soldiers", then what! The reserve team originally prepared also began to warm up.
What the Wells Army encountered this time was the Phantom Legion's heirloom - a trap.
The sky was dark, and no one knew what kind of mechanisms the Phantom Legion had deployed in the distance between the city wall and the Phantom Legion camp. But in the ears of the commanders on both sides of the offensive and defensive sides, what the attacking Wells soldiers were saying
The shouts of killing gradually became smaller, just like a mighty army gradually retreating away, leaving only a vague trace on the horizon... Among the troops attacking from six directions, the most unlucky one was the one at the west gate.
As a feint attack force, 3,000 people went out of the city gate to launch an attack. In the end, less than 500 people arrived at the Phantom Legion camp.
It was also at this time that the Phantom Legion released a wide range of lighting magic. Under the bright light, groups of soldiers with neat armor were lined up at the edge of the camp and were waiting. Looking at their strict formation and the series of results,
Prince Opie gritted his teeth and dragged his broken leg to watch on the city wall - his heart was completely cold.
On the battle line, looking at the insurmountable steel camp, the sparse Wells army was stunned, and everyone's brains were almost blank. But the horn sound came from the Phantom Army camp, "All troops advance.
"The orders came and went.
This command was like a biting cold wind, waking up the body filled with strong alcohol and extinguishing the Welsh army's confidence in victory. The officers were confused and the soldiers were in tears. Under the city of Ope, among the demonic coalition forces
For the first time, a glorious army lost the courage to fight for someone. The nearly 500-strong Zhengximen attack force, because there were no officers, the soldiers simply threw away their weapons and prepared to be prisoners.
"Kneel down and hold your head with your hands." The human wall of Phantom Legion soldiers was getting closer and closer, and stern commands also sounded on the battle line, "Those who want to live - kneel down!"
In the assault force of the Simon Wells Army, a dusty soldier's legs softened and he knelt on his knees. He paused, staring at the ground in front of him, his trembling hands gradually raised, and his fingers spread out, very slowly.
and put them on their helmets. Then, the nearly five hundred people knelt down one by one and held their heads in their hands.
At any time, this is a set of movements that are not very difficult. If five hundred people train for a day and a half, they can even perform this set of movements neatly and smoothly, as smoothly as clouds and flowing water.
But in a sense, the actions of these five hundred people announced the end of an era and heralded the beginning of an era.
This is voluntary surrender, a sign of complete abandonment and the collapse of ideas. Although the Phantom Legion has captured many prisoners before, those prisoners were either missing arms or legs, were too tired to walk, or were half-starved to death.
Taking this as a boundary, in the past few decades, only the organized divine soldiers voluntarily surrendered to the demon soldiers. Going back hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years, there were only demon armies and divine armies.
Actively surrender to each other. Divine soldiers or demonic soldiers who have never been organized surrender on the battlefield like a mere army of an empire!
The history of Bisi continent will not pay attention to the inner struggle of these five hundred Welsh soldiers at this time, and countless men of letters will not pay attention to the string of tears falling from the corners of their eyes at this moment, because between the two faces of these Welsh soldiers,
The moment they knelt down, their images were forever solidified in history and in the hearts of countless people. They, and the countless people kneeling behind them, formed a long staircase, connecting an empire to an entire empire.
An army and an emperor reached the pinnacle of glory!
They have become a symbol, a symbol of the collapse of the old world.
"No kneeling!" In the assault force of the Welsh Army at the northwest gate, a major officer swung his sword to chop off the head of a kneeling soldier, raised his sword and shouted, "We are the glorious Welsh Empire Army, we are
Brave warriors! We can only die fighting! Absolutely not..."
The major officer's voice suddenly stopped, because there was an inch-long knife tip exposed from his chest. The officer lowered his head and looked at the knife tip in disbelief, because he recognized this style - the country's standard combat knife. The knife tip
Slowly withdraw from the body and resolutely pull away from the officer's back.
"If you dare to kill my brother, I will take your life." Later, a cold voice sounded in his ears, "Surrender!"
The major officer only had time to smile bitterly before his body fell down. With steadfast faith and immense pride, he fell into the field in early winter without splashing much dust. And beside his body, more and more dust spread.
The soldiers dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender to the Phantom Army.
"The first regiment, receive 400 prisoners!", "The seventh regiment, receive 150 prisoners!", "The third regiment, receive 500 prisoners!"
The magicians of the Phantom Legion used a wide range of sound transmission magic to make these powerful reports echo over the battlefield, over Ope City, and over the demonic land. To the ears of Sibia's army, this was the sound of nature,
But to the ears of the Welsh army, this was undoubtedly a death sentence... The officers standing on the wall were ashen-faced, and the soldiers who were still struggling on the edge of the pile of rocks and traps were dumbfounded.
It had been known for a long time that tonight's assault had failed. The Wells Army began to retreat, but only a small number of troops returned to the city. Most of the skirmishers were still in the trap calling for help. If I had to find one more embarrassing thing, it would be
The city gates were blocked with stones and the city gates could not be closed. As a last resort, the Welsh army had to block the city gates with more stones... This was the most stupid thing Wales did in the entire war.
This incident is also the laughing stock of the entire demon alliance.
In this battle, nearly 30,000 Welsh troops left the city, and more than 10,000 returned to the city. Outside the six city gates, 1,400 people were trampled to death by our own troops. More than 4,600 people surrendered one after another, and died in confusion.
Of the more than 4,000 people, the rest were all missing. Most of them were not missing. They were trapped in the trap all night, and the residents of Ope could hear these people's miserable cries for help.
As for the Phantom Legion, except for hundreds of people who sprained their arms from digging traps, there were no casualties.
It has to be said that this was a bizarre battle. The result not only caused heavy losses to the Welsh Army, but more importantly, it damaged the morale of the Welsh Army. From this night on, everything in Ope City from top to bottom, including
Residents will shudder involuntarily whenever they think of the name Phantom Legion.
"I thought their counterattack would be great, but I didn't expect it to end like this." When everything calmed down, Lieutenant General Helter, who was standing in the tower of the camp, snorted coldly and made a conclusion for the opponent, "From top to bottom.
A bunch of idiots, Wells is finished!"
"But sir, it seems that our enemies are not finished yet." The staff officer beside him pointed at the map with his finger, "They seem to be here. Judging from the time, we should implement the second step."
Lieutenant General Helter had a smile on his face, and his expression became less stiff. He walked to a chair aside and sat down, leaning his head on the fence comfortably, and said to his staff officer: "To compensate you for the past few days.
If you get scolded, I'll tell you a little story."
"Story?" Lieutenant General Helter's bizarre behavior surprised the staff officer. He looked around him and said, "Okay! Since we are the only two here, it would be good to hear it."
"When I was a child, I often liked to scare other people, so many elders gave me advice, but I did it again and again. You know? Seeing the other person's fearful expression makes me feel very comfortable." Lieutenant General Helter stared into the distance,
He said slowly: "But one time, someone...well! It was our Emperor. He grabbed me and said to me, if you want to scare someone, it's best to scare him to death, otherwise don't do it.
"
"This..." the staff officer wanted to laugh, but couldn't. "Sir, you don't say this to compensate me, do you?"
"You are the staff officer. Of course you know my intentions." Lieutenant General Helter chuckled, "Since I have scared the other party, then I will scare them to death."
"Sir..." the staff officer suddenly felt his mouth went dry, "do you want to change the plan?"
"What are you worried about? I'm just changing the process slightly while ensuring the combat objectives." Lieutenant General Helter stood up, "Yes, we can easily reach here, but if we take another step forward, we will
It will become very dangerous. Now that the troops have been drawn out, our army cannot be satisfied with just attacking this one country... I will gradually weaken the strength of the demon alliance!"
"Of course that's good." The staff officer persuaded softly: "But sir, you know that the target of this battle is His Majesty the Emperor..."
"I know! At this moment, no one knows His Majesty the Emperor's combat objectives better than me!" Lieutenant General Haiert interrupted the staff officer categorically, then patted the staff officer on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my
Staff officer, before someone shows up, I am the boss, and I have everything a boss needs."
The staff officer felt as if he was struck by lightning, because according to common sense, saying such a thing is almost equivalent to rebellion.
"Only in the hands of such a boss can I show my ambitions without having to worry about the boss dealing with me." Lieutenant General Haiert seemed to be unaware of anything. "Only in the hands of such an emperor can I show my ambitions."
I don’t have to worry about what the emperor will think of me... because he is my boss."
At this moment, the staff officer's eyes lit up. (To be continued)