The battle horns sounded loudly, the war drums roared low, and the gate in front of them was slowly pulled up, revealing a piece of light red land.
Shiloh swallowed and felt a strong smell of blood coming towards his face, conveying a chilling feeling.
The overwhelming cheers drowned him like a wave. Connor raised the battle flag and glanced at every Stormtrooper soldier with firm eyes, and then rested his eyes on Shiloh.
Shiloh stabilized his mind, touched and tightened the reins, and whispered: "Fight!"
Since successfully advancing to the top 12 yesterday, Shiloh has completed a temporary mission and received the reward [Junior Legion Organization]. However, this reward requires a minimum of 1,000 warriors before it can be used, so Shiloh still does not understand this yet.
What exactly is the role of the primary corps establishment?
He clicked on the commander's bonus, and the Storm Army's military appearance suddenly changed under this terrifying bonus. Their fighting spirit soared into the sky, and they walked step by step to the Colosseum with solid steps.
"Fight! For the honor of Pontos!"
"The prince defends the country!!! Show off the momentum of the Pontos people!!!"
Shiloh looked at the sea of people watching the battle, and looked at these ordinary people with fanatical faces, and suddenly felt a sense of emotion in his heart.
Even though he did not grow up in the country of Pontos, at this moment he felt the common sentiment of the Pontos people.
This country would rather die in battle with honor than live in idleness with its tail between its legs.
As soon as he thought of this, he suddenly felt his heart surge. No longer suppressing the throbbing in his heart, he shouted: "Storm Army——"
"For the sake of honor, fight to the death!!!"
All the soldiers of the Storm Army shouted in unison, and the sound was so loud that it soared into the sky.
Seeing that the Storm Army had such momentum, the audience's emotions became even more crazy. At this time, the gate on the opposite side was slowly opened, and Hilo couldn't help but hold his breath, quietly waiting for the desert man to appear.
One second.
Two seconds.
Finally, a group of mixed troops with solemn military appearance poured out from the gate. The three major types of soldiers, spear throwers, hammer wielders, and shield wielders, came out and formed a tight formation to face the Storm Army.
Shiloh was stunned, thinking that his opponent shouldn't be a desert man, why did he become Pontos' army?
He hurriedly looked towards the viewing platform, wondering if the old marshal had made a mistake. His opponent should be a desert man!
At this time, on the viewing platform, the old Marshal McMahon's face was gloomy, he clenched his fists secretly, and stared sternly at the prince standing opposite him.
The eldest prince——Hammond Wilf.
The eldest prince's eyes were not afraid at all, and he looked at McMahon calmly, his eyes firm and powerful.
"First Prince...are you sure you can defeat the desert people?"
"Having not yet fought, Hammond naturally has no way of knowing what the outcome will be...but even if he fails to fight, the Bloody Lion Corps will fall on the road of charge, leaving the desert people shameless to mention this battle again."
"Stupid! This has nothing to do with your personal honor. This competition is about Pontos' dignity! I can't let you continue to make trouble like this!"
"Then the Bloody Lion Corps will withdraw from the competition! This kind of victory achieved through secret operations is the biggest insult to me!"
McMahon's eyes suddenly widened in anger, his eyebrows stood up, his hair stood on end, and he grabbed the eldest prince by the collar: "You brat! You are not the king yet! Since the Bloody Lion Corps is under the Pontos establishment,
They are my soldiers! I will never let you withdraw from the competition!"
"Then let me and the desert people have a free fight."
The eldest prince gently pulled away the old marshal's hand, his eyes full of fighting spirit.
"Old Mike, since my eldest son wants to fight, let him fight." Just when McMahon and Hammond were arguing, Roddy suddenly said.
Roddy's voice was very flat, with no emotion at all. He turned back, looked at Hammond, and said, "But if you lose the battle, what crime do you deserve?"
Hammond gave a military salute and said: "Let the father do whatever he wants."
Rody nodded and waved his hand: "In that case, go and fight."
Hammond nodded, raised his head, and turned around to leave with firm steps.
Seeing that the matter had been finalized, McMahon closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and sat down tiredly.
"Old Mike, it's just an exhibition match. You guys didn't raise it to the level of national honor... Hehe, even if the desert people can take advantage of it, it's not something to be afraid of. After all, there are you and me.
On the battlefield, they can still only be suppressed and beaten by us."
McMahon did not reply, but lamented in his heart: Your Majesty, have you forgotten that we are all old?
Roddy looked at this veteran who had been with him since childhood, smiled faintly, and then turned his attention to the battle in the arena.
Roddy raised his eyebrows with interest when he saw the Storm Army, which seemed to be reborn from the ashes and whose momentum was far greater than before. It was now overwhelming its opponents and attacking fiercely.
Shiloh, that brat, seems to really have two trump cards. He can actually train a new army to this level. It's rare, rare.
It seems that leaving the island to Hilo was not a wrong decision.
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The flowers bloom and have peduncles, with one branch on each side.
While arguments were still breaking out in the spectator stands, the game had already started.
Although the opponent is also a force with superior combat effectiveness, within the 100-man limit, the Storm Army, which possesses various skills and bonuses, is still firmly in the upper hand, suppressing the opponent to death without giving them any chance to change their mobile phones.
meeting.
Connor's command played a huge role. Not only could he keenly judge the opponent's offensive and order defense and pursuit in advance, he even had the spare energy to accurately ask which soldiers to activate their skills.
The armored guard's taunting skills played a magical role under Connor's command. Did you see a tall armored guard throwing his shield into the sky and shouting at his opponent: "Come here!"
Then an enemy soldier with red eyes rushed out of the battle line angrily, and was then put to the ground by spearmen or sword and shield soldiers.
The commander on the opposite side was so angry that he vomited blood. They were a very famous army. Although 100 people were not enough to show their original strength, being killed by the opponent for no apparent reason was even more frustrating than eating shit.
He also tried to organize troops to fight back, but the sharp spears of the spear throwers seemed to have turned into wooden sticks, and the sharp blades of the shield swordsmen seemed to have become sponges, falling on the strong men holding huge shields and covered with thick iron armor.
It feels like scratching an itch on my body, no pain at all.
Except for the Hammermen, no unit can shake the defense of the armored guards!
Even if he occasionally pulls left and right to open a gap through exquisite command, the attack will be quickly resisted and disintegrated by Connor. For a moment, this commander felt a little incompetent.