After killing all the light cavalry and light infantry, Xiao Yu stopped attacking and took a group of orc buddies to sit on the edge of the field to rest. Even with the physical strength of an orc, it would be exhausting to keep throwing such a huge log around.
After watching Xiao Yu kill all the light cavalry and light infantry, he led people to sit on the side to rest unscrupulously. The commander of the death scythe infantry had red eyes like a rabbit at this time.
He knew that Xiao Yu had nothing to fear, only the Death Scythe infantry remained, and they did not pose any threat to the opponent at all. If you chased them, they would run away.
Now, the death scythe infantry is already equivalent to a piece of meat on a chopping board, just waiting for someone to slaughter it.
The commander turned his head and looked around, looking at the muddy meat and blood all over the ground, and then looked up at the sky, without saying a word for a long time, failure, a huge failure.
Since the formation of the Death Scythe infantry, it has never failed like this.
They are the proud sons of heaven, they are the most heroic fighters, they are invincible, and the blood flowing in their bodies is the most proud blood, the blood of real human warriors.
They cannot afford such a failure.
The commander looked at the five hundred Death Scythe infantry in front of him, and saw the same thing in their eyes, it was a touch of determination, it was the dignity of a soldier who valued glory more than life.
The commander suddenly showed a relieved smile. He looked at the infantry and said in a very soft voice: "It is my honor to be able to fight with you. The failure of this battle is my responsibility and the failure of my command. , I’m sorry everyone. Now, we are in a doomed situation. We have two choices now. First, choose to admit defeat and save our lives. In the future, we will still be the death scythe infantry that everyone envies, but our lives It’s still there, but the glory is gone. Second, giving up the shield that protects us is also a drag on us. Fight to the death, give up your life, and use our blood to defend our final glory. Those who are willing to admit defeat can now withdraw from the queue, I don’t blame it You, it was my mistake that led to the failure of this battle. Those who are willing to defend the honor of the last Death Scythe infantry with me, now put down your shields, pick up the sickle in your hands, and fight the last battle with me, one by one A battle to defend our glory. The glory of the Reaper's scythe infantry shall not be desecrated."
When the commander said the last sentence, his face was extremely solemn, his waist straightened like a javelin, it seemed that no one in this world could knock him down.
Hearing this commander's words, in the eyes of all the Death Scythe infantrymen, there was no sorrow, no fear, no retreat, and all there was just a touch of determination to defend their dignity to the death.
They are the proud sons of heaven, they are the most heroic fighters, they are invincible, and the blood flowing in their bodies is the most proud blood, the blood of real human warriors.
Therefore, they can die, but not without glory. Lose the glory, and they lose everything.
"The glory of the Death Scythe infantrymen must not be desecrated." All the Death Scythe infantrymen shouted loudly together. Immediately, they all dropped the heavy shields that bound them in their hands, threw them on the ground, and raised the black death scythe that symbolized their logo.
No one quit, no one had fear, cowardice, or hesitation in their eyes. The blood of glory in their bodies made them only choose to fight, and they would never choose to admit defeat.
In their dictionary, the word admit defeat cannot be found. They can be destroyed, but they cannot be defeated. This is the real Death Scythe infantry.
Seeing this scene, both the audience outside the arena and the orcs in the arena all stood up slowly, looking at these soldiers in black armor with solemn eyes.
At this moment, they once again proved to everyone that they were Death Scythe infantrymen, and they were the most powerful fighters in the Principality of Kahn. In their lives, they were not allowed to fail again.
"Duke Xiao, I admit that I lost this game. Your commanding skills make me feel inferior and ashamed. However, as a true fighter, we will not admit defeat, nor will we sit still. We are the most proud fighters It will always be. Now, I officially challenge you. We have taken off the protection of our shields, and we will fight to the death with your orc warriors, because the glory of the Death Scythe infantry is inviolable. Will you accept my challenge? "
The commander was riding on the horse, looked at Xiao Yu impassionedly, and said seriously.
Xiao Yu had already stood up, staring at this real knight, her heart was full of respect, this is the real knight. The chivalry of human beings has not been completely wiped out. In this world, there are still real knights.
Although the other party is his enemy, it still does not prevent him from respecting the other party.
"Okay, I am willing to accept your challenge. Before the decisive battle begins, may I know your name?" At this moment, Xiao Yu wished to know the name of this knight. Because he knew that after this duel, the knight would not survive. He was ready to wash away his failure with blood.
"My name is Lancelot, the High Knight of the Duchy of Kahn." The commander said with a serious expression, but at the same time very proudly. His name represents his family, it is his pride, the glory of his family, and cannot be desecrated.
"Okay, I will remember your name, Lancelot, you have won my respect. Whether it is the orcs or the Death Scythe infantry, they are the most heroic fighters. Today, we can have opponents like each other, yes Our honor. At least, we died in battle, at the hands of real opponents, not in the hands of despicable Xiaoxiao. In order to have opponents like you, we will definitely go all out." Xiao Yu right-handed Put it on the chest, and then raised it high towards Lancelot, showing respect to Lancelot, the duke's ceremonial team for the knight.
Lancelot also stroked his chest with his left fist and lowered his head slightly to show his respect for Xiao Yu, the duke.
The orcs all stood behind Xiao Yu at this time, looking at this Lancelot and the five hundred Death Scythe infantry behind him, with a kind of respect in their eyes.
As a race of orcs, glory and passion are always the most important. True warriors can always be respected by them. Today, these Death Scythe infantry have won their support with their actions. In fact, Xiao Yu has nothing to do with them for the time being. They can choose to admit defeat, but they don't. They are fighters, and the mission of a fighter is to win. If there is no victory, then there is only blood. This is the real warrior.
"Soldiers of the Reaper's Scythe Infantry, wave your sickles and charge with me. You are heavy infantry and have never charged. Today is your first and last charge. Let us Use our blood and sickle to prove our glory. The glory of the Death Scythe infantry should not be desecrated." Lancelot raised the knight sword in his hand and shouted loudly.
"Orc warriors, the heroism of the orc tribe will always shine on the entire continent. You are the most valiant warriors. Facing these respectable opponents, you can only show the best respect for warriors if you do your best. This is a war of warriors." No matter who's blood spilled on the earth, we are the most heroic fighters. For the totem of the orcs, for the compatriots of the orcs, and for Thrall, charge." Xiao Yu waved the Tang knife in his hand, his face There was no more usual cynicism, and he led the orcs to charge with huge logs.
The duel between the two sides is truly beginning at this moment.
The performance of both parties has won the respect of the other side. Xiao Yu's superb commanding skills and the bravery of the orc warriors have been recognized by the death scythe infantry, and the death scythe infantry's spirit of giving up their lives for glory has also won the respect of the orcs.
At this moment, it is a battle between two true warriors.
The sound of shouting and killing filled the Colosseum at this moment, and the solemn, passionate, and death-defying aura infected all the audience outside the arena.
There was no applause, no noise, no shouting, there was, but everyone looked at the Colosseum quietly. The warrior wielding the black death scythe gave up the shield he relied on and charged towards the opponent. .
This is destined to be a blood-soaked battle. If Xiao Yu doesn't choose to fight the opponent head-on, he still has many ways to defeat the opponent with less casualties.
However, for such a warrior, he can only be regarded as a real warrior if he responds with a warrior's battle.
Sometimes, Xiao Yu is a hooligan, but he does not lack passion and passion in his heart. Otherwise, an army with only tricks but no blood will never be the best army.
Such troops lack blood, and soldiers without blood are not soldiers.
The fierce collision was like two comets colliding. The Death Scythe infantry without a solid shield protected them, facing the impact of the huge log, they were directly hit and flew out, blood spurted from their mouths, staining the black armor on their bodies red.
And the death scythe infantry who charged over came in front of the orc, waved the huge sickle in their hands, and cut open the strong body of the orc in an instant.
The orc's logs have obvious advantages, but also obvious disadvantages. At a long distance, they are absolutely invincible. If the opponent can't get close, they will be smashed into the air.
But once the opponent gets close, it is equivalent to losing the weapon, and can only use both hands to shake the opponent hard.
Many Death Scythe infantry knew that even if they were wearing heavy armor, they would not be able to provide much protection against the impact of such a huge log, so they simply took off their thick armor and charged forward holding the huge sickle.
Tragic.
Blood is splattering, pieces of flesh are flying, people are falling every moment, there are Reaper infantry and orcs.
Melee.
The Reaper infantry and the orcs have been completely engaged in a real close hand-to-hand combat, using all possible means to kill each other.
There are 500 Reaper infantry, and more than 500 orc warriors, the number of both sides is equal. The orc warriors are known as the best fighters on the continent, and the death infantry are known as the invincible human heavy infantry.
Neither side lacked courage, bravery, or blood. Such a battle was brutal and evocative.
The death scythe infantry, knowing that their advantages would be lost if they abandoned their shields, knew that once the formation was disbanded, they would definitely not be opponents of the orcs alone.
However, they still chose to fight. Because, Xiao Yu's strategy had forced them to the only way left.
The battle cry ranges from warm to violent, to tragic, and finally to gradually tragic. The death scythe infantry fighting alone is definitely not the opponent of the orc infantry.
Especially when the other party is still occupying logs, a weapon that restrains them.
As long as an orc keeps a distance and smashes, rams, or sweeps with logs, it will be difficult for them to get close.
So, from the very beginning, they were doomed to a tragic ending, but this was the ending they wanted. They don't think it's a tragedy, it's their glory.
Only their blood can prove their glory and wash away the fact that they did not win.
There were less than 50 Death Scythe infantry left, but they still wielded huge sickles and fought until they all died.
They don't end the fight as long as there is one person left.
There were no two orc warriors going to surround and kill a Reaper infantry. Although the orcs were already scarred and killed a lot, they still respected their opponents and gave them a fair chance to die in battle.
Lancelot no longer knew who died under whose hands, and now, only a few Death Scythe infantrymen were still fighting desperately.
Several orcs had firm eyes, waving huge logs, or scythes picked up from the ground, and fought with each other. There were no moans of death, only roars of daring.
The last few Death Scythe infantry also fell one after another. When the last man was also beaten by the giant tree and sprayed blood, his eyes looked at the sky, and a smile appeared on his face.
Xiao Yu knew what he was laughing at, he was laughing that he had finally defended his glory with his life.
Everything was over. In the end, there was still a tragic battle in the Colosseum. However, there was no joy on Xiao Yu's face, only a sense of sadness.
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(end of this chapter)