Another fifteen days passed.
The 39th day of the game’s open beta.
The Battle of the Rhine breaks out.
The Principality of Steel has a brilliant lineup, and is personally commanded by Grand Commander Caernot. The four legion commanders are all epic masters with civilian origins. Not only are they extraordinary in strength, but their fighting spirit is many times stronger than that of some nobles.
They are all soldiers who have climbed up the ranks with their strength and military exploits.
Godnarcs gave them a chance!
The four army commanders chose to take glory... or return their lives to Goethe.
The king of the Black Rock Principality, Naderik Black Rock, cleared all obstacles, and all the nobles in the entire principality surrendered at his feet. He finally wore the crown legitimately!
He did not hand over command to outsiders. Instead, he handed over all military power to the Tyrannosaurus who had been stationed on the border for a long time, and asked Baptiste, the "Sword Master" of the royal kendo teacher, to accompany the army in the battle.
Just one day.
Both sides defeated two vanguard regiments each, and more than 13,000 corpses drifted south along the river. After meeting the Rainbow River, they flowed all the way east into the sea.
Just this day.
At the cost of 'Swordmaster' Badster's right arm being broken off, the Black Rock Principality killed two Iron Principality's army commanders and successfully seized control of the Rhine Bridge.
Players on both sides did not participate in the battle.
The principality did not allow them to participate in the war.
On this narrow Rhine bridge, the chosen ones with relatively low combat power were not worthy of playing at all, and even other weaker legions had no chance to play.
The legions participating in the battle are all mid-level professionals who have been tempered many times and have super strong combat power!
There was a lot of discussion among players on the [Gods] forum.
They did not participate in the battle, but many people followed, and an anchor broadcast it live.
A total of two legends and thirteen epic NPCs appear on the battlefield.
The brutality of the war is far beyond the imagination of players.
The water of the Rhine River was completely dyed red, the bridge deck was completely soaked with blood, and broken arms were everywhere. It was not a war at all, but more like purgatory...
The soldiers could only step on the corpses of their dead comrades and charge forward without making any unnecessary movements...
forward.
forward.
Keep moving forward!
Wherever the flag points, where the blade points!
Only then did the players discover how strong their will and fighting power would be when NPCs fought for faith, glory, and the king.
Every soldier is brave and unafraid of death, and every soldier deserves to die.
They draw their swords!
Shout!
Roar!
Never retreat until death,
Just for that short inch of bridge deck!
Just to take one step further!
Just for the victory of the war!
In real war, there is never justice or evil, only the will of the king, and the flag that is raised again and again in front of you!
The winner is king.
The loser is a bandit.
This is war.
The scolding wars on the forum suddenly became less frequent, and the Chinese forum was divided into three sections: Shuguang, Steel, and Black Rock.
Instead of swearing, the posts in each forum almost all turned into tactical debates.
Many players were so imaginative that they listed classic battles in ancient history in an attempt to dedicate them to NPCs. Unfortunately, they couldn't get a word in. Even if they forcefully mentioned these tactics, no one would pay attention to them.
In addition to discussing tactics, players in the City of Dawn are curious about when the Dawn Mercenary Group will set off!
Because of this war, no militant wants to miss it.
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Rhine River crossing.
The Tyrannosaurus rex sat on a big rock. He looked at the workers who were building fortifications, feeling a little dazed.
He was scolded.
He was scolded by the elders of the family.
He even felt the spitting stars in the magic scroll...
Because of his outstanding talent, his nephew who was very likely to succeed the Marquis died without even leaving a body.
He did not explain, because it was his order and it was necessary to push all the corpses in the way into the Rhine River!
The march of the army cannot be stopped by the corpses of its companions.
The commander-in-chief of the Iron Principality also issued the same order, and the corpses went down the river, but they couldn't be found even if they tried to look for them.
Tyrannosaurus actually wanted to laugh at the current system of the Iron Principality.
Overthrow the nobility
for freedom
Could it be that freedom is the reason for starting a war
Why do you, a principality, have the freedom to care about Black Rock
"And what happened to the nobles? I am a noble, and my nephew is also a noble. 1,532 nobles died in the battle under my command!" Tyrannosaurus's eyes were red and his fists were clenched.
"They are all young knights, barons, and viscounts. Maybe they are here for gilding, maybe they are here to gain merit, maybe they just want to move their titles up...
But they didn't take a step back, they deserved the word noble! "
The Tyrannosaurus raised his head, speechless.
He, a grown man in the eyes of others, a bad guy, a battlefield commander who was never afraid, could not cry.
He still remembers.
When he assembled the legions, he never said which legion would be the first to charge.
But the legion with the most nobles.
That own Tyrannosaurus Legion.
All the soldiers strode out almost immediately. They proudly raised their weapons and walked in the front.
They showed off their strength in a arrogant way.
They showed no hesitation in showing how well equipped they were.
They asked the other three legions to retreat on their own initiative.
They may be doing it for military exploits,
Maybe it’s for the home behind me,
Maybe it’s for my own title,
But the tyrannosaurus understood.
The Tyrannosaurus Legion was completely wiped out because of himself...
There is no legion commander who does not want to keep his legion, and there is no legion commander who does not like his soldiers...
But every soldier of the Tyrannosaurus Legion understands that death in battle is not terrible, but retreating is terrible, and what is terrible is not daring to draw the sword against the enemy!
What's even more scary is that the lowly civilians will laugh at them, noble soldiers...
They were afraid that other nobles would laugh at their Legion Commander and say that their Tyrannosaurus Legion was a bunch of cowards.
The Tyrannosaurus didn't find a single corpse of its own legion.
He could only use his hands to carve out the badges of honor one by one, hoping to deliver them to the nobles' houses after the war.
This is what those noble children earned with their lives. This is their belief and glory!
If he dies fighting.
It will be up to the next commander in chief to do such a thing himself.
If the next one dies,
Xia Xia Ren is dead.
Then the king himself will deliver it to them.
The Tyrannosaurus slowly stood up. The top master of the principality, 'Swordmaster' Badster, broke his right arm that used the sword, and his combat power was cut in half. If there is no accident, he will not be fighting with the army in a short time. There are more top experts in the Iron Principality, and future wars will be more difficult.
He slowly shifted his gaze to the south.
He got the message.
The Lord of Shuguang City will come to the rescue in the name of the leader of the mercenary group.
At the same time, there are more than 60,000 Chosen mercenaries.
The Tyrannosaurus is not optimistic about those Chosen Ones who only have primary combat power. The same 100 primary soldiers, as long as he is trained well, can kill a hundred Chosen Ones many times without any damage!
He was very curious about what miracle William could do to make those chosen ones burst out with powerful power.
Because Tyrannosaurus understands that in front of the real elite army, today's chosen ones are simply vulnerable.
Tyrannosaurus looked at his gloves full of knife marks and suddenly smiled...
He murmured: "I really don't know, is the sword of those masters of the Iron Principality sharper, or is it my fist that is harder?"
…
In war, there is never justice or evil.
Everything is the will of the king, the direction of the flag.
Winner takes all, loser for Kou.