"Lord John, they...they are already here." A knight said timidly.
"Nonsense, I can see it!" Little John said softly: "Hold still!"
"Sir, that's the Death Roaring Army!" The knight's voice was already trembling slightly.
"What about the Death Roaring Legion?" Little John showed a proud smile.
The knight opened his mouth, but was speechless again, because he wanted to say so much that he didn't know where to start, and Little John's performance was too ignorant and too arrogant! The Dark Night Magic Legion has been annihilated as an organic whole, and the Griffin Flying Brigade no longer exists. The Death Roar Legion has become the only remaining ace force on the mainland. It wants to rely on thousands of new infantry and more than 200 knights to attack the Death Roar Legion. Being a soldier is no different from seeking death, but military orders must be obeyed. He can only lament his fate and having such an officer.
The army in the distance is getting closer and closer. Although the number is not large, only about seven or eight hundred, and the queue is not neat, the soldiers naturally exude a chilling atmosphere as they march. Only elite soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles can possess this. momentum.
"Sir, let's retreat." The knight made his last effort.
"I wonder how you became a knight!" Little John replied in a contemptuous voice: "Commander, prepare..."
"Yes..." A response came from the grass behind Little John, but the voice was shaking harder than the knight.
The soldiers of the Death Roar Legion have already walked down the slope, perhaps because they have not encountered large-scale resistance in several months, and they are a little relaxed. The line of seven to eight hundred people stretched out for more than a mile. There were more than forty prison cars in the line. Each prison car was filled with prisoners, including men and women, old and young. The prisoners were dressed very well. Gorgeous, should be a noble of Shansha Empire.
Little John turned around and winked at a magician. The magician whispered a spell, and a large-scale bloodthirsty spell was released. More than 500 soldiers of the Flash Sand Empire were affected by the bloodthirsty spell. At the same time, Little John jumped on the horse, pointed his sword into the sky, and roared: "Brothers, charge..." Then he took the lead and rushed straight down the hillside.
The first to respond were those soldiers who were affected by the bloodthirsty spell. Courage can be changed artificially. The other soldiers hesitated for a moment and then rushed down, with the chief officer rushing at the front. They have no reason to retreat, otherwise they will suffer the severest punishment if they go back.
The soldiers of the Death Roaring Legion immediately fell into chaos. Oh no, there was an ambush! Brothers, go away and leave those prisoners alone! Let's go quickly... Following the panicked shouts, the soldiers of the Death Roaring Legion scurried backwards with their heads in their hands, looking as embarrassed as they could be.
The knights under Little John were slowly following the infantry. Seeing this scene, they were all overjoyed and desperately urged their horses to rush forward, but it was a pity. At this time, it was too late to take the credit. Little John had already rushed into the enemy's position first, and the soldiers affected by the bloodthirsty technique followed closely.
A general of the Roaring Death Legion hurriedly urged the war horse, but the war horse seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit and would not move away no matter how hard he fought. Little John rushed straight in front of the general. The long sword in his hand slashed out. A streak of white sword light swept across the general's neck, and his huge head rose into the sky with blood.
"Kill..." Little John let out a majestic roar.
"Kill..." When the soldiers of the Shansha Empire saw their commander instantly killing the enemy general, their morale soared. A frenzy of thousands of soldiers surged down the hillside, swallowing up the mountain in the blink of an eye.
Most of the soldiers of the Death Roar Legion fled, leaving only about thirty people who were panicking. Little John ran rampant in the formation like an invincible god of war. Each swing of the sword takes away an enemy's life.
While rushing past a prison van. Little John was suddenly stunned: "Isn't this the Marquis of the Rhine?" After saying that, he stopped caring about chasing the enemy and jumped off the horse in a hurry. He wielded his long sword and struck hard at the subway chain that locked the cage door. In just a few blows, the chain was broken. Little John personally got into the prison car and helped a gray-haired old man out.
"Okay...Hello..." The heartbroken Marquis of Rhine never dreamed that the empire would have a general brave enough to challenge the arrogant Death Roaring Legion. The feeling of being a human being in two lifetimes made him so excited that tears filled his eyes and he spoke. Silence.
"Come on..." The soldiers of the Shansha Empire rushed past the prison car and chased the fleeing enemies. Of course, it felt very good to beat the drowned dogs. Only a small number of soldiers knew how to smash open the prison car and rescue those nobles. It was a pity. They couldn't catch Little John. After Little John comforted the Marquis of the Rhine for a few words, he ran to other prison cars with his long sword. In a short period of time, he had smashed through more than 20 prison cars and rescued hundreds of nobles. .
The battle ended quickly. Although the cowards of the Death Roar Legion did not have the courage to fight, they escaped at an alarming speed. In other words, the soldiers of the Sand Sand Empire were not trained enough and they chased them for several miles. An enemy failed to catch up, but was exhausted, especially those soldiers who were affected by the bloodthirsty spell. The effectiveness of the magic had disappeared, and they were left with the ability to stick out their tongues and gasp for air.
The nobles and gentlemen who had regained their freedom sat on the grass one after another. The feeling of being crowded in the prison car was not pleasant. They really needed to rest. Some were praying devoutly, some were crying bitterly, and some were satisfied. They talked to Little John with a grateful face. To them, Little John was their savior, but Little John always had a humble smile and spoke very politely, which made people like him even more.
After a while, Little John returned to the Marquis of the Rhine. Although they are all nobles, there are also hierarchy differences among the nobility. The Marquis of the Rhine is Edward VIII's best friend. It can even be said that the other nobles combined do not have the Marquis of the Rhine. One person is important!
At this moment, the knight who had been urging Little John to retreat strode over and said to Little John with excitement: "Sir, the enemy has been repulsed! In this battle, we killed more than thirty enemies in total. , by the way, there is a general among them! We have won, a great victory!"
"How many enemies have been killed?" Marquis Rhine coughed slightly and asked in a majestic voice. He has now returned to normal.
"Killed more than thirty enemies, including..."
The Marquis of Rhine raised his hand and gave the knight a hard slap in the face, lowering his voice and saying: "You are simply stupider than a pig!" He felt heartbroken, why? Why doesn't such a brave general have any smart people under his command
"Your Majesty the Marquis..." Little John was a little surprised.
"There were more than 5,000 people responsible for escorting us. You only killed more than 30 people? Can more than 30 people be considered a victory?" Marquis of Rhine pointed at the knight's nose with his finger: "I witnessed everything with my own eyes. In such a fierce battle, you only killed more than thirty people? Stupid pig, you are wrong!"
Little John and the knight stayed there, not knowing what to say, five thousand people? Who got it wrong
The Marquis of Rhine waved his hand: "I'm not old yet, I can see clearly! In this battle, we killed at least more than 3,000 enemy soldiers!"
The knight's expression twisted, and after a while, a touch of ecstasy bloomed from his face. Little John himself killed half of the more than thirty people, and the general of the Death Roaring Legion also died in Little John's hands. The rest of the credit It's pitifully small, but it's different after killing more than three thousand enemy soldiers. How can there be more than a dozen places if it is spread on him
The knight suddenly raised his hand and gave himself a slap in the face, gasping and shouting: "Sir, I am a stupid pig and a blind man. Don't be as knowledgeable as me. There are corpses all over the mountains and fields. I think there are almost five thousand of them." !”
"Nonsense!" The Marquis of Rhine grimaced: "Are you going to report the figures to your superiors? Go back and check again. Remember, I want accurate figures!"
"Understood, sir!" The knight saluted excitedly, turned around and rushed out.
Little John finally calmed down his emotions. Although he had been hanging around in the Diamond City for quite some time and had a deep understanding of the deception and greed of nobles in a declining empire, he did not expect that military merit could actually be achieved. Such a calculation! At this moment, the expectation in the eyes of the Marquis of Rhine caught his attention. Little John pondered for a moment and said softly: "Sir, in fact, the biggest contributor is you. If you hadn't led the people to disrupt the enemy's deployment from the inside, it might have failed. The one who deserves the most credit is me." Since the Margrave of Rhine has increased his contribution a hundred times, he must give away the greatest contribution.
"Haha..." The Marquis of Rhine grinned happily and patted Little John heavily on the shoulder: "Young man, you have a great future, I'm optimistic about you!" "It's such an honor to be appreciated by you. ." Little John bent down and said respectfully.
The Marquis of Rhine grabbed Little John's hand affectionately, then raised Little John's hand and shouted loudly: "Who let us escape the sea of suffering? Who gave us a second life? Who is the hero of our empire? !”
Many nobles already knew Little John's name, and the Marquis of the Rhine had to give him face. They cheered one after another: "John...John..." The shouts became louder and louder, and finally many soldiers joined in the cheers. ranks. If the Mao Empire is a tiger, then the Shansha Empire is a timid rabbit that can only hide in its nest and tremble. The empire is eager for a hero to support the situation.