From the moment the death warriors put on armor and stepped onto the battlefield, the coalition forces began to be completely suppressed, without the ability to fight back.
By now, the casualties were so heavy that even effective resistance could no longer be organized.
The only thing that kept them from escaping was the effect of brainwashing.
As long as a few people escape at this time, the entire coalition army will begin to flee.
Xin Ping was completely stupid. Faced with this crushing situation, he didn't know how to save it.
A confidant came to Xin Ping and said in a panic: "Brother, it's time to retreat."
Xin Ping looked at his confidant with a pale face, shook his head in a panic, and showed an expression that was uglier than crying.
The confidant gritted his teeth and continued: "Brother, there is no point in continuing. We can't leave everyone here."
If it were normal, Xin Ping would still be able to order a retreat.
But this time, he was really panicked and couldn't afford to retreat.
Once he retreats, it means he has failed and will definitely be chased by Xiaobai.
Who can protect him then, or rather, who will protect him?
Those nobles?
It's impossible, no matter how you look at it, it's impossible for the nobles to protect him.
It was even said that the first person who wanted to kill him was probably the nobles of Doluo City.
Nobles led by Como and Demora.
In order to get the private soldiers in their hands, Xin Ping made a promise not only to kill Xiaobai, but also to take out the source of his wealth from Xiaobai's mouth.
Xiaobai was killed for Como and Demora, and the source of wealth was to maintain his current status.
Because of his promise, Como and Demora believed in him and used their power to attract a large number of nobles to him.
Those nobles did not send troops because of Xin Ping's face, but because of the face of the two great congressmen Como and Demora.
He Xinping has such a shameless face.
If he really had face, he wouldn't go to seek help from Cuomo.
But now it's all over.
Xiaobai couldn't be killed or captured alive, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to tell him the secret of the source of his wealth.
Furthermore, too many private soldiers died.
Xin Ping knew very well what private soldiers meant to nobles.
Every nobleman would invest a lot of wealth in order to raise a private army.
It is not an exaggeration to say that private soldiers are piled up with gold coins.
But now he died outside Duoluo City, being mercilessly crushed by Xiaobai's men.
How could the nobles of Doluo City let him go?
Is there any point in continuing to fight?
It was meaningless, but Xin Ping still didn't dare to call for withdrawal. He expected a miracle to happen.
His confidants felt that Xin Ping had gone crazy, and one-third of the private soldiers below him had died.
This is an extremely scary number.
On a normal battlefield, if the casualty rate is 10%, morale will be very low, and at 20%, a rout will almost occur.
Now that one-third of the private soldiers have died, what they are thinking about now is not a miracle, but how to communicate with the nobles.
His confidants obviously did not expect that Xin Ping would not have to deal with him at all, and if he lost, he would basically be dead.
What kind of payment does a dead person have to make?
Just when Xin Ping was expecting a miracle, the death warriors continued to kill non-stop.
They are like machines that never tire, maintaining their original state.
The momentum of the noble private soldiers had completely collapsed. They found that no matter how hard they fought, they seemed unable to kill even one enemy. At most, they could only injure the enemy.
These guys are like a bunch of monsters.
Yes, it's a monster.
A monster similar to the giant beast and giant insect.
It's simply not something they can resist!
Apart from the laughter and shouting of the mad warriors and ax warriors, the guys holding shields and spears made almost no sound.
They just kept moving forward steadily with red eyes, and anyone who stood in their way would be killed.
With nearly half of the casualties, the entire aristocratic private army collapsed.
Xin Ping looked at the corpses on the ground and the private soldiers who had almost given up resistance and were waiting to die, and closed his eyes in pain.
Miracles won't happen anymore.
He raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
After shouting these words, he turned around and ran away without looking back.
The confidants beside him were stunned for a moment, then they realized what they were doing and hurriedly chased Xin Ping away, panicking like a lost dog.
The noble private soldiers heard the word retreat very clearly.
They have been looking forward to these two words for a long time.
The feeling of being on the verge of death is really bad, and they are powerless to resist.
When they heard Xin Ping yelling for retreat, it was like the sound of nature in their ears.
All the noble private soldiers turned around and started running towards Doro City, risking their lives.
Just as they began to rout, the shield warriors and guns stopped advancing.
They were wearing heavy armor, so they were not suitable for chasing.
Tomahawk chased for a few steps and stopped. They were strong enough but not running that fast.
They were so happy that they were fighting like crazy. They howled and chased a group of noble private soldiers and killed them again.
When the noble private soldiers ran away, they stopped. Each one of them was covered in blood, as if they had taken a bath in bloody water.
The entire battlefield fell silent, the death warriors were silent, and no one made a sound.
"We won! Oh, oh...oh...oh...oh?"
A young Gray Party combatant suddenly raised his arms and shouted. After cheering once, his voice dropped.
He looked around blankly, wondering why the people around him were so quiet. They obviously won.
The people around him were awakened by the young man's voice, and they all looked at him.
Seeing his confused look, everyone smiled and raised their arms high.
"Win!"
"We won!"
"Hahaha……"
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The Gray Party combatants and gladiators cheered at the same time, and their happy shouts resounded throughout the desert.
The mad warriors looked at them, the redness in their eyes gradually receding.
One of the Kuezhan suddenly laughed "ha", it was like a switch, and the group of Kuezhan burst into laughter.
Amid their laughter, one by one the death warriors touched their weapons, returned to their appearance as ordinary warriors, and began to celebrate.
The Gray Party combatants and gladiators cheered and clapped as they walked towards the death warriors, surrounded them in the center, and praised them loudly.
They clearly saw this battle. Without these death warriors, they would definitely be the losers.
After all, the opponent has too many divine warriors and can crush them in all comparisons.
The death warriors could not understand Desert Language, but they could guess what they were talking about. They all smiled and responded in the common language of Samsara Continent.
Neither of the two parties could understand what the other was saying, but they were chatting very enthusiastically.
Xiaobai raised his eyebrows at this. He was one of the rare people who could understand both sides of the conversation. Naturally, he also knew that what the two sides were saying was completely different from the other side.