The biggest difference between the rabble and the imperial army lies in "battlefield discipline".
In terms of individual combat power alone, many of the veteran bandits who crawled out of the pile of corpses were no weaker than the imperial soldiers. But the lack of organization and discipline also prevents these guys from gathering any fighting power.
"Go with the wind and wave, throw against the wind" is the innate attribute of the bandits.
If you have an advantage, you will swarm up, and whoever has the faster hands will grab more; if you are at a disadvantage, your Taoist friends will die rather than the poor Taoist, and whoever has the longer legs will survive.
At this moment, when the Phantom Thieves saw that their comrades around them had been harvested in large numbers and that most of the mechanical city had been turned into a den, the guys who had been cursing and wanting to capture the eldest prince Quentin immediately changed their faces.
Without the Steam Machinery City, everyone knows that if they stay any longer, when the encirclement of the Royal Legion of the Omar Empire closes in, none of them will be able to escape.
Therefore, these monster thieves, who had just called themselves brothers and lived and died together, flew away separately when the disaster came.
Like frightened birds in a dense forest, these tens of thousands of strange thieves dispersed in a rush.
But in the blink of an eye, except for a few close subordinates, there was no one else around [White Wolf] Bazel.
The mob collapsed, and the Omar royal family who had just been besieged instantly lost their pressure, and looked at the silver wolf with evil intentions.
The overall situation has been decided, and the eldest prince Quentin couldn't help but feel excited, and joked: "Mr. Bazel, it seems that your friends don't want to accompany you to death..."
Today, this werewolf must die no matter what!
... ..
The war continues.
Although they were surrounded, the Phantom Thieves did not all choose to surrender.
Especially those criminals who knew that their crimes were so heinous that they would not be able to escape the fate of the gallows even if they surrendered, so they planned to fight for their lives.
This is a very terrifying force. Most of them are the leaders and elites of the major Phantom Thieves groups, including many [Demon Hunter Blades] and [Great Demon Hunters] who have broken through the third-level and fourth-level gene locks.
Artillery can cause huge damage to low-level transcendent beings, but it is not much of a threat to those whose reaction speed reaches the extreme of human beings.
As long as they escape from the encirclement, they can survive.
The Phantom Thieves' steam-mechanical images are Lego toys. It is not a welded whole, but a "stitched monster" with many cabins for various purposes, assembled together with rivets and suspension systems.
"Remove the cabins and throw away all the buildings that can be thrown away except the power boiler!"
"Cut the carriage and reduce the load to the minimum!"
"Boiler pressurization, loading overload operation mode..."
"..."
Most of the Phantom Thieves' mechanical cities have been modified in black market mechanical modification factories, and many quick disassembly devices have been installed in order to escape in times of crisis.
The money-burning Mechanical City is the most important asset of the Phantom Thieves, and it is also the "lifeblood" that the leaders are proud of!
But at this moment, in order to survive, the decisive leaders of the Phantom Thieves had to abandon the belongings they had accumulated for many years and flee lightly.
... .
"Here comes a ride!"
With his legs alone, Ren knew that he would never be able to escape very far.
After observing for a long time at the edge of the battlefield, he did not dare to choose the large Phantom Thieves group that was under the care of the Omar Empire. Instead, he saw the opportunity and climbed onto a micro-mechanical city that had been dismantled to almost only its skeleton.
Only with the courage of "a strong man to cut off his wrist" can he have a chance to survive. Unlike some idiots who want to rush out of the Phantom Thieves' Machine City intact.
The southwest is the only weak direction in this encirclement. Only the Phantom Thieves who can observe this gap now have a chance to escape.
... .
On the other hand, somewhere on the battlefield.
An elegant middle-aged man wearing a well-fitting tuxedo, a red-bottomed black cloak, and a top hat was quietly drinking a drink, and his every move revealed the elegance of a high-ranking aristocrat.
Even though a battle was raging not far away and the artillery fire was deafening, there was no trace of emotion on his face.
"It was a miscalculation this time."
The middle-aged man's slightly green pupils shone with a strange luster, and he murmured to himself: "No wonder there are so many palace tributes. It turns out that those guys from Omar include me. Haha, that's really good. Calculation”
At the round table, an old man dressed as a butler used a crystal pot to add bright red liquid to the middle-aged man's cup and asked, "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"
If there are outsiders present, they will naturally recognize that this middle-aged man in a tuxedo is actually William Dracula, the Blood Prince of the Sid Empire!
"What else can be done?"
Prince William sighed slightly, with a rather helpless look on his face, and said: "After all, a contract has been signed. The people in Omar have not violated the agreement, and we must follow it."
"Yes, sir."
The butler nodded and said, "It's a pity... The Phantom Thieves that you sponsored in the south of Oma, my lord, may all be wiped out this time."
"Yes, it's a good strategy to kill two birds with one stone!"
Prince William rubbed his eyebrows and looked at the battlefield with roaring artillery fire.
After pondering for a moment, he said again: "Use the hands of [White Wolf] Bazel to severely injure the eldest princess, and then use our hands to kill her. The biggest threat to the succession of the throne will be eliminated..."
After a pause, he continued: "No one from the Omar royal family was directly involved in the entire assassination process, so they could avoid any trouble at all. In the future, we are not afraid that those members of the parliament who support Ymir will cause trouble... This The skill of 'switching swords to kill' is really clever."
Having said this, the prince praised him again and again, without concealing his appreciation for this strategy, and said: "Originally, it was impossible for the banditry in the south to be completely wiped out, but I didn't expect those guys to come and kill people with fireworks. 'A stroke of genius. The overall situation of this banditry has been decided. The prestige of the eldest prince Quentin will reach its peak, and he must be the first in line to inherit... "
Moreover, some of the forces supported by the Sid Empire among the Phantom Thieves in southern Oma were completely wiped out this time. They suffered a heavy loss, but they couldn't say anything about it.
Prince William felt a little confused.
His eyes were shining brightly, and then he sighed: "The counselor who came up with this plan... is really talented!"
The butler on the side asked: "Sir, do you need your subordinates to investigate that guy?"
"Yeah. If possible, let's see if we can win over..."
Prince William nodded and said lazily: "However, a guy with such a strategy and vision is probably not easy to win over."
Then, he seemed to have thought of something, and asked again: "By the way, have you found the thing in Baron Morin's hand?"
"Still unaccounted for."
The housekeeper said: "However, Quinn from the Weasel Group reported that he already had some clues, saying that a new guy has serious suspicions. His subordinates have notified the secret agents in Omar to try to kill those guys. Keep it. We are afraid that the newcomer will die before we find him again... "
Prince William looked a little gloomy and complained: "Damn it! If it weren't for this war, how could things be so troublesome? If we get that thing, Omar's technological advantage will be gone..."
Before he thought much, he suddenly seemed to sense something and said, "Okay, the target is here, ready to take action."
In the distance reflected in his eyes, the injured Princess Ymir of Oma was walking slowly under the protection of her guards.
At this moment, the prince revealed his pointed vampire fangs.
... .
On the other hand.
[White Wolf] Bazel, who was so aggressive just now and vowed to kill Omar and his party, was already in a panic.
While his brothers were dying and escaping, he had to be surrounded and killed by several royal ministers alone.
At this moment, the tall silver wolf was no longer as powerful as before, and its body was covered with open wounds. The black flame magic of Archmage [Yama] Black Moss was like maggots on the tarsal bones, burning his fur black. This evil fire of black magic, even the super healing power of the werewolf, can't do anything about it.
Originally, if it was such an enemy, Bazel could still rely on the werewolf's super physical strength to fight hard.
Even if you can't fight, you can still escape.
But... now he is surrounded and killed by not only Hemos, but also several Omar royals!
I can't fight, I can't escape, I can't escape.
Bazel's face looked very ugly.
... .
Compared with the fierce and tense atmosphere on the battlefield, the eldest prince Quentin, who was watching the battle relaxedly not far away, was in a good mood.
"Hahaha... [White Wolf] Bazel is doomed this time."
He looked at the battle situation in front of him with uncontrollable excitement.
This "Top Ten Legendary Demon Hunters" is the ceiling of the Phantom Thieves. He is also a ruthless man who even gave his own father a headache. The commanders of all the major legions have failed many times.
Today, he is going to die in front of himself.
This is an unprecedented and brilliant achievement!
Quentin looked at the black-robed staff beside him. He did not pretend to be a prince, and did not hide his gratitude. He said: "Mr. Metternich, thanks to your layout for suppressing bandits this time! If I ascend the throne in the future, I will definitely I will honor you with the title of Prince!"
The tone of the black-robed staff member was always as calm as water, neither arrogant nor impetuous: "Your Highness said something harsh... I just did what I should do."
"Sir, you are so humble!"
Quentin looked at the great battle situation in front of him, and his heart was filled with excitement.
These are all his military exploits, and they will go down in history in the future.
After today, no one can compare with him in terms of merits and prestige among the third and fourth princes!
But in the blink of an eye, Quentin looked at the small group of Phantom Thieves fleeing towards the gap in the southwest, and wondered: "Mr. Metternich, why didn't the mechanical legion's encirclement completely surround the southwest... Wouldn't they be able to escape?" A lot of robbers?”
"There are many masters in the Phantom Thieves. Although they can win in a head-on collision, the Royal Legion will suffer heavy losses. Surround three and leave one, so that those guys will not jump over the wall in a hurry..."
The black-robed staff explained: "Don't worry, Your Highness. There are still mechanical cavalry from the First Legion waiting for them. There may be a few fish and shrimps that slip through the net, but a large group like the 'White Wolf Group' will definitely He will not be let go. Only by suppressing the bandits with low losses can His Highness' talent and reputation be more impressive to the imperial officials... "