Blood dripped down the edge of the square black stone table. Commander-in-Chief Niposo was holding a scimitar and his long hair was disheveled.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
The deputy commander leaned against the wall, and the light film surrounding the stone house was slowly dissipating.
"How could you be so strong?"
The deputy commander covered his throat with one hand, and unstoppable blood dripped from between his fingers.
"The glory of the Peniel family? How many years ago did that happen?"
Commander Niboso smiled and spoke. He was cutting his long hair with the scimitar in his hand. Every time he fought, his hair would grow rapidly, which gave him a headache.
"Only losers think about whether times will change every day. Are you a direct descendant of the Penier family?"
Strands of black hair fell to the ground. Niposo cut his hair short and patted the stubble on his shoulders.
"Before you mutiny, you need to investigate clearly. How should I put it? I was also called a demigod decades ago. I was the one who executed the last tsar of the Pernir family with my own hands."
After saying this, the Grand Commander Niposo swung the scimitar in his hand, and the scimitar pierced the deputy commander's throat and nailed him to the wall.
The smile on the face of Commander-in-Chief Niboso gradually disappeared. He didn't care about the rebellion of his deputy commander. What he really cared about was the surrounding battlefields. He was indeed a demigod, but if all his troops were killed or dispersed, then
He will die here too. The Peruvian army has too many ways to deal with demigods.
At the edge of the battlefield of Rongsha Fortress, Su Xiao's troops were blocked by the Peruvian army as soon as they arrived.
After all, Su Xiao also has nearly 60,000 soldiers under his command. Although he looks like a motley army, he is also valued by the enemy's commander-in-chief, Spring Tieyang.
Spring Iron Sheep did not send many soldiers, but transferred an elite force of 20,000 people to prepare to break up this 'miscellaneous army'.
The incoming dwarf force is called the Storm Hammer Legion. It is one of Peru's elites. It is a heavy shield infantry composed of 20,000 people. It is very good at intercepting reinforcements and cavalry.
Boom, boom, boom...
The sound of neat marching came from the front, and the elite dwarf troops advanced at a not too fast speed.
Bursts of muffled sounds came from the rear of this dwarf army, and thousands of metal crossbow arrows struck. These metal crossbow arrows are more than five meters long, and have a large number of wind holes at the end. They can make wind noises during flight and also
Rotating at high speed.
After these metal crossbow arrows drew arcs in mid-air, they all split apart and turned into a large rain of crossbow arrows flashing with cold light. The number was conservatively estimated to be over one hundred thousand.
The war weapons of the Peruvian dwarves are too powerful. In this aspect, they are at least several times stronger than Sha Yan. If it were not for the difference in the gray souls in the soldiers, Sha Yan would not be qualified to fight Peru.
Su Xiao's soldiers all stopped charging, blocked the light shields in their hands, curled up, and tried their best to avoid being hit by the metal crossbow arrows.
Bang bang bang...
After a dense crash, at least several hundred of our own soldiers fell.
"Come on, Golden Shield, no, the enemy is right in front!"
A soldier roared angrily. He was almost scared to death. How could he call him "Golden Shield" at this time? He should call him "for honor".
"Kill!"
As soon as the word "golden shield" came out, the soldiers of our own side recalled the words of their commander-in-chief before, that for killing one enemy, one would be rewarded with a golden shield.
Gold coins are a good thing. Even if soldiers don't have wives and children, they still have parents. They fight on the front line not only to defend their homeland, but also to bring a better life to their wives, children, and parents.
"Charge with me, kill 1 dwarf, and get 1 gold shield!"
"kill!"
With the dual support of war lords and gold coins, all our soldiers charged forward. Even if there was a hail of crossbows and arrows flying from the sky, they could not stop them in the slightest.
After a series of collisions, our own soldiers collided with the enemy's elite. Since they had no weapons of war, they rushed over and fought hand-to-hand.
Poof!
Blood splattered everywhere. A soldier of his own holding a heavy sword in one hand cut a dwarf soldier into two pieces. He himself was stunned for a moment. In the past, he had to hold this heavy sword made by Peruvian dwarves with both hands.
There is no need for this at the moment, it is just fine to use the epee as a one-handed sword.
What the soldier didn't notice was that a trace of life force spread along the blood on his sword and eventually disappeared into his arm.
Perhaps because he felt that the arrow wound on his shoulder was no longer painful, the soldier pulled out the crossbow arrow from his shoulder and turned to a Peruvian dwarf.
When their eyes met, the Peruvian dwarf's heart twitched. He saw a pair of blood-red pupils. It felt as if he was not facing a human being, but an evil ghost on the battlefield.
"Haha, hahaha!"
A soldier covered in blood raised his head and laughed. His pupils were completely blood red. His only thought now was to kill every living thing he saw.
The soldier with blood-red eyes turned his head and looked at another of his own soldiers nearby. The two looked at each other for a moment, nodded to each other, and then rushed towards other nearby enemies with vigorous steps.
At first, the Storm Hammer Legion didn't feel anything strange. As one of Peru's elites, although they were not the top elites, they were used to winning battles. Facing the enemy's miscellaneous army, they felt like they were looking down on them, which made them
The morale reaches above 90 points.
But about half an hour into the war, the Storm Hammer Legion felt that something was wrong. Their enemies were as crazy as they didn't care about their own life or death. And as the war continued, the pupils of these people became more and more blood-red, and some of them who should have fallen on the verge of death were still
In battle, they are like an immortal massacre army.
Behind the enemy's army, in front of a tent.
There were more than a dozen dwarf soldiers guarding the outside of the camp. A sheep's head pattern was printed on the top of the camp. In the Kingdom of Peru, sheep are forbidden to be slaughtered. Peruvians eat the meat of any animal, except mutton. War sheep are their companions.
Not livestock for slaughter.
There is a stocky dwarf sitting in the tent. He is reading the battle reports on the table. Judging from the glass of wine beside his hand, he is in a good mood. This is Spring Iron Sheep, the general manager of this battlefield.
command.
"Old friend, you can't hold on much longer."
Spring Iron Sheep picked up the oak cup, took a sip of strong wine, and looked at a lame man in the tent with some disdain in his eyes.
"My old friend will not die in your hands."
The old friend that Spring Iron Sheep was talking about was Niboso, the commander-in-chief of the Sand Flame Kingdom. Spring Iron Sheep had fought with him for many years. Although they had never met, they both had a sense of identity with each other.
"His deputy commander will bring his head."
The lame man in the tent spoke. He was not a Peruvian, but a Shayan.
"Let's make a bet. If Niposo dies in the hands of his deputy commander, this 'Luogang Sword' will be yours. Don't underestimate him. He was once the Tsar's sword."
"Um?"
The lame man became interested, and after thinking for a moment, he took out a spar from his arms, with golden light surging inside.
"If I lose, the holy soul of this thunder sheep belongs to you."
"That's it."
Spring Tieyang smiled boldly and put the Luogang sword in his hand on the table.
The sound of rapid footsteps was heard, and a dwarf wearing leather armor rushed into the tent.
"Lord Iron Sheep, Storm Hammer Legion battle report."
"So fast? Storm Hammer always surprises me."
Spring Iron Sheep opened the battle report and saw the bright red words on it, 'Storm Hammer Legion, completely destroyed.'
Spring Tieyang's eyes narrowed. After putting down the battle report, he leaned on his seat and thought. As the commander-in-chief of a local battlefield, Spring Tieyang still had this kind of determination. He was thinking about why.
The Storm Hammer army was sent to deal with a miscellaneous army. The Storm Hammer army was completely destroyed. Could it be that they were attacked by the enemy's beast cavalry?
Just when Spring Iron Sheep was thinking about how the Storm Hammer troops were completely wiped out, a dwarf officer with tattered armor rushed into the camp.
"Sir, help me."
"Speak slowly if you have something to say."
"Sir, there are more than 50,000 enemy troops attacking our third army."
Hearing these words, Spring Iron Sheep breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The enemy army of more than 50,000 people, with a strength of 120,000 in the Third Army, could completely block it.
"Sir, the Third Army is going to be unstoppable."
"What!?"
This time, Spring Iron Sheep finally lost his composure. If the defense line of the Third Army was breached, it would be nothing.
"Who is the commander of the army of fifty thousand men?"
"Sir, the person leading those 50,000 people is not the commander of the army, but the commander-in-chief of Sha Yan."
"General Commander?"
Spring Iron Sheep was a little confused. The commander-in-chief only led 50,000 soldiers, which was very rare. He asked: "Have those guys from the nearby war zone arrived? Which one are they?"
"It's a commander named Kuculin White Night."
"Kukulin White Night? I've never heard of this person. Oh, by the way, he's the Brave Skull Clan."
Spring Iron Sheep's brows furrowed even deeper. In his impression, this person was just a small character who had been escorting merchants in the Sand Flame Kingdom. He knew this name because of his identity as a Yongshou clan member.
In fact, Spring Iron Sheep doesn't need to worry about this, because he will soon remember this name firmly and hate it extremely.