Little Grande was dumbfounded. The fifth brigade who was still gloating just now was dumbfounded. They wanted to resist, but the sharp blades in the hands of the guards made them unable to say anything. They did not have the power of Downton. It is the lamb to be slaughtered. M

Ten minutes was a torment for the fifth brigade. They were like prisoners who were about to be put on the gallows, and their bodies shook uncontrollably.

"Time is up, let the militia line up and prepare to charge!"

Rockell took out his pocket watch, glanced at the sun again, and issued an attack order.

The militiamen of the fifth brigade, armed with weapons, were driven to the mountain road by the soldiers.

Three melodious horns sounded, representing the beginning of the attack. The soldiers did not delay for a second. Under the leadership of the centurion, they forced the militiamen to climb the mountain.

Little Grande had lost sight of the hostility of Downton, holding the spear tightly, crowded in the crowd, his face full of panic.

The militias were bustling and walking very slowly, and a few unlucky ghosts fell out of the mountain path during a push and fell, and rolled down directly, causing serious injuries.

The medical soldier was about to be dispatched and stopped by Roquel.

"Don't care about them." Rockell's voice was very cold. "After five minutes, he couldn't reach the straight line of the mountain road, so they were executed by delaying the military plane!"

There was no movement on the cottage, but I knew it was because the distance was too far, and the mountain road was too winding to attack. It would be the beginning of the war when everyone stepped on the last straight line.

The militia have been sweating under the pressure of death without fighting.

Little Grande regretted his death at this time, and knew that he would not provoke Downton. Although he did not want to admit it, they grew up to the point where they could not provoke it.

"Shieldman, build defense, and advance gradually!"

A hundred-man with a big beard is in command. He is thirty-five years old this year. He has been fighting for half his life and has rich experience.

The militia holding the shield was careful and hardly moved.

"Supervision team stepped forward!"

Bearded has seen too much of this situation, and will not obey if they are not allowed to see some blood.

The militiamen behind were anxious, pushing and cursing vigorously. The shield players had no choice but to continue their advance with a scalp.

The gangsters still did not attack, and everyone knew that they were not afraid, but waited for the enemy to enter the best range of attack.

"Stop going forward and defend your defense!"

After moving forward for another 20 meters, the beard suddenly ordered that although the shield player did not know what happened, he was overjoyed, as long as he didn't move forward.

Under the intensive protection of twenty shields, the three enchanted magicians climbed into the straight line of the mountain road and began to prepare for magic.

"A bunch of idiots. Although I need cannon fodder, I will not let you die in vain." Rockell spit out. If the sent-in magician is too scum, the attack limit is only 80 meters. He can make the battle even more. easy.

"It turns out so!"

Downton understood that Rockell was going to use a magician to destroy the cottage. If it could be done, the casualties could be maintained at a small value.

"For the use of the Magic Corps, the nine empires have been studying and trying to maximize their potential. Such pre-war bombing is the most basic tactic." Homer took the opportunity to Donton Cope, "It seems that I have It is necessary to prepare some military books for you."

I have to say that Rockell still has some skills. In order to prevent the magician from being discovered by the enemy, he even let them wear ordinary clothes to cover the magic robe, and then stay behind the shield.

The first wave of magic attack was successfully cast. More than thirty apple-sized fireballs roared, crossed the wall and shot into the cottage.

Rukia shook his head straight. The highest of the three mages was the fifth-order soul. Even if he chose the most powerful fireball technique, his attack power was still pitiful.

"Rocker wanted to put a fire to burn down the cottage and force the gangsters out, but the mage's execution was too poor." Homer sighed.

The first wave of attacks was unsuccessful. After the identity was revealed, the enemy would never give the magician more opportunities.

Sure enough, the burly ogre appeared on the fence and started throwing stones and spears. The wall door was opened, and the gangster pushed the large stone piled truck down the door, and then cut off the baffle.

boom! boom!

The big stone with a radius of up to one meter rolled down and the sound was amazing.

The militiamen on the mountain road suddenly became messy, some people wanted to escape, but just turned around, the rolling stone had already washed down.

boom!

Limbs flew across, blood splashed, and the screams instantly filled the hills.

The mountain road is too short, and the **** is very steep, almost close to seventy degrees, and there is no time for the militia to dodge.

Downton couldn't bear to look at it again.

The rolling stones rolled down almost continuously. Although some of them rolled off, more of them rushed to the militia.

The gangsters are too cunning, and deliberately repaired the mountain road below the slopes on both sides, so as to ensure that the rolling stones will not roll out.

The militia was like being run over by a roller, leaving a layer of meat sauce on the mountain road.

Twenty shield guards stayed at the corner of the mountain road, blocking the throwing stones and the spears they shot, protecting the magician.

After the second wave of magic attacks, the chanting speed of the three waste wood masters was obviously much slower. There was no way. The mountains and fields were full of heartbreaking screams, and all the red limbs and arms in the field of vision were Yin Hong. They did not scare urine. It's nice to be able to sing the mantra tremblingly.

"You're still not cruel enough, look at those hundred long faces!" Homer reminded.

"It's worthy of being a professional soldier who is used to killing." Downton found that most of the hundred people were very calm. "I think it has something to do with staying behind them."

"Idiot, I don't mean that." Homer hates iron and steel. "I mean they have no guilt for pushing tactical goals to others on the road to death. This kind of spicyness, you should learn it."

Downton was silent.

"Look!" Walnut shook Downton's finger, yelling at Little Grand Terrace.

The son of the richest man had good luck, squeezed behind the crowd with the power of the magical energy, and escaped the first three waves of rolling stones, but in the fourth wave, the people in front were almost dead. He actually pretended to be a misstep. He deliberately fell off the hillside.

"This guy is pretty cunning!" Watching Little Grande roll down the hillsides of hundreds of meters all the way, Downton pouted, and the ordinary people may die, but for the magicians, the most are some fractures. Injury.

In less than three minutes, six waves of rolling stones left only a dozen or so of the fifth brigade, and Rockell had to order the withdrawal of troops.

"Are you magicians? Why haven't you been able to ignite the camp for so long?" Jovic suppressed his anger. If it wasn't for the other's mage status, he would have pulled out the seeds.

"It's not right, I clearly saw the smoke, but it didn't burn. Is there a magician in the cottage?" A mage retorted, and shirk the responsibility first.

"Fart, where do a group of gangsters go to find a magician?" Bearded cursed.

"It may also be a tribal shaman, don't forget to sneak attack on our goblin tribe, Tyson can hire one."

Even if there are some lucky people who are favored by their ancestors in the goblins, they can open the wisdom and understand the magic witchcraft.

"The tactics remain unchanged, the second echelon!"

Rockell was about to try again, and three minutes later, the remaining third of the militia retreated.

"No, the fire is extinguished, the other party must have a shaman."

Although the mage can't see it, he feels the fierce fluctuation of magic energy coming from the cottage, which is a phenomenon of casting spells.

"On the third echelon, the Masters, this time focusing on the cottage walls and the door, Mussel, take your charge."

Rockell changed his tactics and decided to attack.

Because there is no need to attack the inside of the cottage, the mage can drag a dozen meters behind. They stand on the winding mountain road and storm the surrounding wall with a fireball.

Rolling stones and shooting continued, but the distance was too far, plus the protection of the shield, the magician was very safe.

"Tyson doesn't have a shaman, otherwise why not attack?" Walnut wondered.

"There must be, instead of wasting magic power on shooting, it is better to wait to attack the soldiers, as the result is even greater." Homer looked at the Zhaimen's holes full of fireballs until it collapsed, knowing that the cruelest siege battle was about to start. .

Mussel was the best at attacking, so he was entrusted with a heavy duty by Roquel. Before the commander ordered him, he immediately roared and let the militia advance.

This time the echelon rushed to 50 meters before the rolling stones and sapwood fell. However, due to the suppression of the magician, the ogres were unable to attack with full force, and the number of rolling stones was much smaller.

Looking at the hillside where people were falling down, the blood stained red, the walnut lowered his voice, "Brother, are we really going?"

"Of course, men have to count when they talk!" Downton smiled. He had already figured out what to do, and wanted to let himself die. Okay, fill in your lives!

The hostile look just now made Downton determined to destroy this crusade of more than 2,000 people.

The fourth echelon attacked fiercely, but it still stopped ten meters in front of the house door. The shaman still didn't make a shot, leaving everyone with a heavy heart and full of anxiety.

"The sixth brigade is ready!"

Rockell looked at Downton, "Wouldn't you refuse?"

"will not!"

Downton walked to the mountain road~lightnovelpub.net~ Deserve it, this time see how you die! "Grand Terrace supported his broken arm and ran to see Downton's luck."

"Right, let him charge together, a magician pretends to be injured, it's too much to say."

Downton pointed to the small Grand Terrace, "This is my last request."

"You're on!" Rockell frowned.

"No, I'm injured, you can't do this!" Little Grande found that he had done another stupid thing, howling, turned around and ran, but he was kicked by a beard in a few steps.

"My father is Grande Terrace, the richest man in Chenwu Town. I will give the money and don't let me go into battle again." Little Grande's head was pressed to the ground, crying completely.

"He was injured." Rockell wondered that he could blackmail a sum of money, so he gave up forcing the little Grande, "Downton, go!" RS

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