We slowly approached the tent where the officers were dining from the back. Under the command of my gestures, the soldiers stood one by one in the prearranged positions.
Several people in the front row slowly squatted down, gently dug up the soil on the ground, found the rope ends from the ground, and held them tightly in their hands.
I looked towards the watchtower in the center of the camp. A sentry was gesturing to me in a special way with a firelight, telling me that the entire camp was ready.
Long tassel in hand.
Martin Luther, what are you waiting for? I'm a little anxious.
Suddenly, dozens of magical fireballs emitting strong light appeared on both sides of the camp almost at the same time. They disrupted the silence of the night with howling sounds, drew flying curves with firelight, and fell into the enemies who were dining in the open air with a roar.
Under such a large-scale magic sneak attack, any efforts of the enemy are in vain.
In fact, not many enemies noticed that they were under attack. Most people only realized that something was wrong when the fireball was approaching, and they could only watch the fireball falling with their mouths open. Judging from their dull expressions, it seemed that they were not aware of anything at that moment.
thinking.
Some fireballs hit the ground directly, making a loud noise and exploding.
The magic energy sealed in the ball by the magician pushed dense tongues of fire to spread out in all directions. Enemies directly hit by the fireball were burned into charcoal before they even had time to scream.
The flames were scurrying around with claws and teeth, tongues of fire jumping, and sparks flying, devouring everything they encountered, burning them, and turning them into parts of themselves...
Countless enemies covered in flames were rolling on the ground, howling, crying, and making sounds that were unlike any human being could make. The sounds were full of pain, panic, and fear... and spread twitchingly in the night sky.
The magic flame is not easy to extinguish, so after a short time, such a voice became silent in the fire.
There were three enemies in the camp, and they were all surrounded. The soldiers hiding in the tents and underground were the first to show up, and those hiding outside the camp were still running in.
The enemies who were not burned gathered together in twos and threes in a very short period of time. They chewed the last bite of food and grasped the weapons in their hands. Under the light of the fire, their blood-red eyes stared at our soldiers who were rushing over in formation.
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The moment the fireball took off, the soldiers holding the rope beside me shouted in unison and pulled hard together.
The other end of the rope was connected to the pillars of the officers' dining tent. With a loud bang...the tent collapsed, and the entire roof fell down to cover the heads of these unlucky people. The dull curses and exclamations could be heard through the thick wall.
The thick tent came out.
"Kill!" the soldiers in the front row shouted loudly, stabbing the bodies still struggling under the tent with their spears.
One blow, two blows... Accompanied by screams, blood splashed out from the rows of punctured holes.
"Kill!" The soldiers behind rushed forward. No matter whether the human figure under the tent was still moving or not, they slashed them into pieces with swords and swords.
This can almost be regarded as a one-sided massacre.
Most of the enemy officers ended up in a muddle. Their once noble bodies had now turned into flesh and blood and stained the tent.
With a sound of "swish!", the largest tent was split open with a sword, and four senior enemy officers jumped out. The two men swung their swords to clear the way, protecting the officers in white.
Rush towards where I am standing.
The latter one slowed down a little, and was immediately stabbed by seven or eight spears. After several screams, he was lifted high by the spearmen, and the archers immediately shot him into a hedgehog.
"Despicable behavior!" The officer in white looked at me and cursed: "Only you, Cohen Keda, can do it!"
"Bah!" I returned to my true self and said back to him: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. What's there to say? You will definitely lose!"
"Is it over..." He looked around, his white lips trembling slightly. Fires were burning in the camp, and screams were heard from everywhere.
"I want a fair fight!" He looked past the two officers in front of him and stared directly at me: "Just you and me!"
"As you wish!" I strode forward with the black iron sword in my hand unsheathed: "I hope you won't disappoint me."
"For the honor of the nobles!" He rushed over brandishing his sword: "Look at the sword!"
"For the honor of the nobles!" Almost at the same time, the two officers behind him also rushed in the other direction.
Our swords collided together, sending out a few sparks, and both of us were shocked to take a step back. However, the two officers were already killed by random arrows.
"Fuck!" I slashed with my sword again. The white-clothed officer's sword was long and horizontal. Not only did he block my attack, but he also struck me three times with his sword in a row. Each sword was more vicious than the last, which fully showed his strong character.
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I gritted my teeth, held the knife in both hands, and caught the three powerful swords. I knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for long, especially after eating the food I prepared for him, which contained special ingredients.
We fought together again. I had a great advantage in weapons. The black iron sword in my hand was of the right length and weight, especially the forty-centimeter-long handle, which made it easy for me to use flexible moves.
My attacks continued one after another, killing the officers in white and forcing them to retreat.
"Take my move!" The panting officer in white decided to make a desperate move. The poison in the food was already showing signs of acting up. His face was blue and he was sweating like rain.
"O God of Fire who soars between heaven and earth! I summon you, in exchange for my life, to borrow your great power to clear the obstacles in front of me..." He raised the sword high and muttered something.
, a trace of red light began to appear on the blade of the sword. The red light swam on the blade, changing, becoming thicker and thicker, and it was about to cover the entire blade of the sword...
"That's the Fire Dragon Sword! Back away!" Martin Luther's cry came from afar.
"Fire Dragon Sword, right?" I jumped away, grabbed the spear from a soldier beside me, and threw it at him violently!
The spear hit his chest, and the tip of the spear came out through his back.
"Ah..." The chant was interrupted, and the punctured lung did not allow him to make any more sounds. He looked at me, his eyes full of disdain and unwillingness, and the red light on the blade gradually dissipated.
I slashed with my knife, separating his head and arms from his body.
"Play magic with me? Bah!" I didn't look back and led the soldiers directly to the busy place. We are needed more there.
Now, the camp has become hell, and we are the demons.
When we arrived at the most intense fighting area, no one said anything nonsense and immediately integrated into the battle line. The enemies in this position were the last ones to eat and had not been poisoned yet.
Officers, big and small, are standing on the front line, using their rich experience to lead the soldiers in the fight. Unlike the last time they were on horseback, my soldiers cooperated tacitly and advanced and retreated in a well-founded manner.
Our soldiers all had white strips of cloth tied on their arms for identification. Spearmen and swordsmen lined up in neat formations to attack the enemy, with archers falling a few steps behind to support them.
The magicians have already used the levitation technique on themselves, carrying out magical attacks on the enemies in the air. The winged men are flying around busily, holding bows and arrows to shoot down the enemies that are protruding and surrounded...
The enemy's resistance was fierce. Even though their defeat was certain, and even though some of them kept vomiting blood and falling down due to poisoning, they were still fighting hard, rushing towards us in neat rows. They also wanted to survive. Go down.
The people around him roared in hoarse voices, staring with red eyes, waving the weapons in their hands purely by instinct. They only thought of one thing, kill! Kill! Kill! Kill the enemy in front of you. Just survive! Kill! Kill!
All kindness and ideals are nothing compared to a rotten knife in the hand. Redemption of the soul? Future life? No one thinks about it. These are not important anymore. As long as you can kill the enemy before his weapon comes, then you are considered one. Having everything...
They were stabbed with spears and slashed with swords, and everyone looked hideous. Their bodies were covered in blood, and they didn't know whether it was their own or the enemy's. Even if the blood covered their eyes, there was no time to wipe it with their hands.
The thick smell of blood in the air made people have to breathe through their mouths. The sound of armor being punctured and the sound of bones breaking irritated the eardrums...
Kill! If you don’t kill, people will kill you!
Three enemies rushed towards me. I sneered and thrust the blade of the knife into one enemy's body, then pulled out a big gash in his body with a diagonal stroke.
Then the blade turned and chopped off the other guy's head. After another horizontal slash to drive back the remaining enemy, I exited from the front. I already knew the situation in front and there was no need to stay here anymore.
The rest of the camp had become quiet. I shouted and directed the soldiers who had just arrived from various places to pass over our soldiers and throw spears into the enemy formation, so as to reduce the pressure on the front.
Maybe it was the long-term fighting that made my soldiers red-eyed, maybe my voice was not clear on the battlefield, or maybe it was the deep feelings between the soldiers. The soldiers behind not only howled and threw their spears, but also Swords, helmets and stones have all come in handy. If someone told them now that their heads can kill enemies, I believe they would cut off their own heads and throw them away without hesitation.
Under our absolute superiority, the enemy's resistance is getting weaker and weaker...
Finally... the last enemy was nailed firmly to the spear, and was lifted high by the soldiers like a monument. His head hung weakly, his body twitched, and a large amount of blood gushed out from the wound. It flowed down the barrel of the spear, which was extremely shocking.
The soldiers cheered, whether they knew each other or not, shed tears of joy, laughed, patted each other on the shoulders, and hugged each other.
I suppressed the feeling of extreme nausea and found a place to drink water. Otherwise, I would definitely vomit it out.
If you have a kind heart, don't go to the battlefield, you will perish.
If you have lofty ideals, don't go to the battlefield, you will die.
Those who died in the killing! Your soul will not be saved.
O you who survive the killing! Your life will be in the depths of darkness...
"Report sir! The enemy has been wiped out by us!" An officer found me in the corner and reported to me very excitedly: "Sir Martin Luther is looking for you! Are you going now?"
"Of course." I nodded to him: "Help me!"
"How are our casualties?" I asked him.
"The statistics are being calculated! The results will be available soon!" He helped me walk while talking: "Sir, I saw you killing the enemy! It was really clean and neat."
A large number of officers gathered around, and when they saw me approaching, they all closed their open mouths.
"Our casualties are very small." Martin Luther said to me: "None of the enemy escaped." "Are there any survivors?" I asked.
"Yes, but not many." Martin Luther answered me: "We are already interrogating them."
"Give them the antidote first, and then we'll talk after the interrogation is over." I took off my helmet, scratched my head, and put away my turbulent thoughts: "Move the enemy's corpse to a place and burn it! Count the loot immediately, and set off immediately after processing it!"
"Yes!" the officers answered me loudly and went about their own business.
"How are you?" Martin Luther approached me: "You look a little uncomfortable."
"It's okay." I waved my hand and said, "I'm just not used to it, I'll be fine in a while."
"This is your first battle, and as far as your performance is concerned, you have done a great job." Martin Luther patted me on the shoulder: "Steady, Cohen, your soldiers are watching you!"
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"Okay!" I said, "Then let's patrol the camp on horseback!"
Watching the soldiers humming a tune and checking their equipment before setting off, I couldn't help but smile. Yes, there are so many soldiers who can go home safely, what else do I have to regret?
It can be said that my officers and I saved many people's lives with our wisdom. As for the other side's soldiers... Since they are soldiers, they should understand that death is a traditional fate of soldiers. After thinking about this, I feel better.
Feeling more relaxed.
"Hello, sir!" The soldiers saluted me with their heads held high, their eyes full of reverence.
"How do you feel?" I replied with a smile: "Follow me, a not-so-good commander." The battle was over, and there was no need to be so serious anymore. But none of the soldiers expected that I would joke like this, and they were all stunned.
"Sir, I didn't know this before!" A tall soldier replied loudly: "But now I have made up my mind to follow you! I won't go anywhere, even if you whip me, I won't leave!"
"Follow me?" I chuckled: "Be a bad soldier?"
"That's not the case!" The big man answered me: "Oh! I forgot to call you sir. Sir! I think fighting is different from two people fighting, and it is also different from a duel. I haven't read the book, so I don't know what to do.
How to say it. But I know that fighting is for victory. As long as we can win, no matter how we stumble or use dirty tricks..."
An officer slapped the big man on the head and interrupted him: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
"I'm sorry! Sir, he hasn't read, please forgive him!" the officer said to me: "But this guy is very brave! This time he killed more than a dozen enemies alone. I was about to recommend him as the squad leader.
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"What are you doing?" Martin Luther and I looked at each other and smiled: "Is anyone going to do anything to him?"
"If your commander can't even listen to this," Martin Luther said from the side, "How can he continue to lead you?"
"The way he just tried to protect you," I said to the big soldier, "was also an underhanded move."
After hearing my words, a group of soldiers burst into laughter.
"Hurry up and get ready!" The officer smiled at me and said loudly: "We're leaving soon! Sir, are we leaving?"
I nodded, the soldiers dispersed in a hurry, and Martin Luther and I rode toward the gate of the camp.
From a distance, a burst of flute sound came over. Although the playing skills were very unfamiliar, it was full of sadness and deep nostalgia.
With a thought in my mind, I decided to go and have a look.
In the open space next to a small forest, a row of soldiers were digging a hole. Not far from them, there were the bodies of soldiers who died in the battle. They wanted to bury them nearby.
A young soldier sat on the head of a war drum, holding a blue flute in his slightly trembling hands. He was playing facing a corpse whose face had not been covered. In the hoarse flute sound, there was no trace of sadness.
Consciously flowing out of his blue eyes... there were still tears on his face.
"Who is he?" After he finished playing a song, I walked up to him and asked him.
"Sir, he is my brother!" He looked at me with empty eyes and said tremblingly: "He is dead... and will never see his hometown again..."
I looked around, and there were more or less people standing next to each corpse. The look in their eyes and the sight made me sad.
"The bodies of soldiers were buried on the spot..." Martin Luther said in my ear: "This is the tradition of all current armies. Soldiers are different from noble officers. Not only are their lives low, but their treatment after death is also different."
"This is not my tradition." I said: "The soldiers have given their lives, so I must take them home! We can't do anything to the dead, but we can at least let them sleep in their hometown.
On the land.”
"Sir! What you said...is it true?" The soldiers gathered around me: "Do you really want to take them home?"
"Yes! As long as they are in my army, Cohen Keda!" I held his shoulder with my hand and said loudly: "We will never leave any wounded or the remains of the fallen soldiers behind! Never!"
Cheers rang out and the sound shook the sky!
Not leaving anyone behind has become the true tradition of the Dark Army, and will also become the tradition of the Principality Army in the future! (To be continued)