Chapter 104 on betting (on)

The thrilling trenches blew from the throats of more than two thousand Exeter men, and they rushed to the stars like a lonely boat.

In the unforeseen circumstances of Tyres, his first large-scale battlefield experience came.

The Swords and Shields of the Anger Guards were in the first row, and their swords were in their hands, and they stood side by side with their robes.

Alaka had already turned down his mount. He raised a scary sword with almost one person in his hands. He had a fire-like war in his eyes and strode forward.

The soldiers in front consciously gave up a three-person body to their commander.

"The first round of impact!" Alaka looked around in a circle, screaming: "Resist the line of defense!"

The enemy is getting closer and closer as the tide surges.

At the very center of the battle, Wye first pulled down the prominent war horse from Tyres, and held him tightly in the ring composed of six soldiers, then joined Edda, Putile, Rolf. Ranks, holding the four corners of this small battlefield.

"Go help the front row!" Tyres urged: "If they collapse, you can't protect me!"

But his heart is very chaotic - he always thinks about it, how can he face such a situation when he gets Exeter?

What happened?

Wyatt and Rolf looked at each other and, under Putty's nod, leaned toward the front row.

Edda spit out a sigh of relief and whispered to Putila: "This is the real battlefield, and even the extreme masters must be extremely careful."

"And such a disparate battle..."

"If you have any way to avoid fighting, hurry up!"

"If not, hurry!"

Tyres gritted his teeth and looked at the enemies that were coming from the charge, the Exeters of the six brigades.

The number of enemies... too much.

Being trapped in the encirclement.

We don't have enough troops at all... No, it should be said that we are not prepared for the war!

How to do?

Shouting my identity?

But the opposite seems to be completely unconcerned.

In the face of the upcoming battle, many of the stars of the soldiers exhaled a breath of heat, clenched the blade, put a good shield, and looked at the imposing Exeter.

The first roaring Exeter infantry was killed.

"boom!"

His shield slammed into the shield of a sword shield.

With the help of the robes on both sides and the rear, the sword shields of the stars bear the impact of this tall opponent and wave the sword to the axe of the other side.

However, more Exeters are coming to the battle of the Stars.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

Exeter soldiers roared, from all sides, hit the stars in succession!

"kill!"

"Let them!"

In the roar of the two soldiers, the shield collision and the cross-border sounds were intertwined, such as the number of thunders that blew up on the flat.

Jenard and the two Guards soldiers stood in the first row, and he struggled against the shield with his shoulders.

A waved hammer hammer slammed into the shield, and Jenard shuddered and almost fell backwards.

The rear companion held his back and helped him to stabilize his body.

The distorted face of Leonard slammed the impact.

Hell, he thought painfully.

These Exeters...power and body are much stronger than those in the southwest.

Jenard let a sword stabbed to his arm, let the robes go to clean up him, and the veteran himself set up a mace, kicked it to his master's knee, and smashed him a cockroach, then one The sword stabbed his unprotected neck.

The blood spewed, and the opponent fell on his back.

Fortunately... they are not very flexible.

Just thinking about it, a spear wiped his ear and smashed the belly of a soldier on the left side of Genen, who mourned softly.

Gened roared to fill the position of the dead, cut off the spear, and withstood a blade that he wanted to get in from the gap, and a soldier behind him quickly filled in the space left by Jenard.

Such scenes appear in various places in the front row.

The roar and miserableness are still mixed in the metal collision and the cross-border attack. Exeter's light infantry rushed up and down again and again, and was again and again repulsed by the anger guards and the corps. Leaving a corpse, but the stars also continue to fall, the blood gradually reddened the snow.

However, the front row of the Guards veterans still relied on rich experience and old-fashioned skills to maintain the front line without being broken.

Thales looked at everything around him with trepidation, the battlefield where thousands of people were intertwined.

Cruel and terrible killing

Splashing blood around.

I am forgotten to die.

Growing bodies.

The battlefield in front of you is no doubt more powerful than the previous fight with the Holy Blood Corps.

Commander Arak is also in the first row, and his face is not good, he is alone in the gap between the three.

He did not show any fancy and exquisite polar warfare skills, but repeated simple and simple fighting actions.

However, no one can take advantage of him here.

In the first round of the attack, Arak's two-handed sword screamed in the air and used a note to smash the next head.

He then took advantage of the second Exeter shield and chest and abdomen, and then in the blood spew, quickly opened a stabbing sword, stabbed the sword into his chest before the other party reacted. .

But next door to him, a soldier of the Angry Guards was chopped off the skull by an axe and fell down powerlessly.

Exeter's hybrids.

Araka bit his teeth and breathe a sigh of relief, his face fierce and embarrassed, turned to a hilt and put the enemy on top.

"Look at the situation behind, wait for the opportunity to break back to the fortress!" Arak, full of blood, while bowing his sword, bowed his head to avoid an axe blade and shouted orders.

"I'm afraid it's hard!" a Guard's officer struggled to put a fierce Exeter back and reward him: "More than half of the enemies are behind us!"

"Persevere! They are just taking advantage of the morale of the first round of offensive!"

Araka bit his teeth and pour a shield. A sword stabbed his owner's roaring face. The left hand waved at a proper time. The arm blocked a spear and wiped out the blood.

But at the same time, an axe blade cut toward his head, Araka calmly bowed and ducked, and the axe took away a few hairs.

Wye, who was obsessed with a single-edged sword, arrived. His sword was sent out, and the front of the back was launched. The backhand cut the opponent's throat, but he was scratched by the axe and screamed.

On the side of his body, a robes were smashed by a hammer, red and white splashes.

"Less use of those boring swordsmanship, put away your beautiful posture!" Arak, a sword, slammed into a straight blade of Wye, angrily yelling: "On the battlefield, the polar master is no better than ordinary people. How many!"

"It’s just a ten-minute walk, killing a few more soldiers!"

"Every attack saves a little effort, leaving room for dodge, honestly stinging and dodging!"

An infantryman was shot and flew by the blade, arrogantly rushing to hug him. Arak did not hesitate to hold the sword alone, punched his face with a fist, fiercely hit an elbow and slammed him back, faintly audible. The sound of the ribs of the other side.

"Or leave it to the rear, don't be burdened!"

Wye, who had not recovered from the wound and added a new wound, had to bite her teeth and retreat.

A strange wind rushed and smashed the snow, and several of the Enxter infantry that had been filled up could not help but raise their hands and protect their eyes.

Araka screamed with both hands and swung his sword. He opened a man's shield and chest in a timely manner and then spurred into the other person's abdomen.

"This ability is not bad..." Arak smeared the blood on his face and frowned at Rolf's one-handed sword: "But can that play on the battlefield?"

Dumb Rolf, who had a broken arm, couldn't tell anything, but he did feel the weakness of the sleeve sword on the battlefield—in the absence of a hand guard, every time he swung his sword, he might say goodbye to his arm.

He can only support combat with his abilities, and the sleeve sword is used for self-defense.

On the other side of the formation, Willow Ken hid behind a sword shield, holding a sword strike in his left hand, and sending a shield from his right hand, piercing the enemy's side face.

A soldier was cut off from his right hand. He took his shield and bit his teeth back, but when he took the first step, he was cut into the chest and abdomen by a flying axe.

Another person made up.

"You are a doctor, at least do something!" Wei Luo anxiously shouted at Ramon, who was curled up behind him.

"I am not a military doctor!" Ramon glanced at the enemies in all directions, holding his head and drinking: "And the prince did not say that there is this scene!"

"I knew we should bring some pikemen out!" Edda kept around Tyres and looked around and sighed.

Her defenseless machete is only suitable for small-scale operations. Unless it is directly attacked, the damage on the armor is not enough, and it is impossible to dodge the maximum on the battlefield where people crowd.

I knew that I should bring my father’s two-handed machete, which is said to be able to break the armor... It was a long time ago, the standard equipment of the Ancient Elf Kingdom Guard.

"No one expected to have this battle!" There was no enemy to break through to the second row, but Putilit still looked back worriedly and glanced at Tells, anxiously shouting: "This is not reasonable!"

"There is nothing unreasonable on the battlefield!" At the forefront of the formation, Arakah waved a big sword madly, and there was already a wound on his body: "Live, it is reasonable!"

"Take the first round of shocks, when their offensive will be weak, look for opportunities to break through!"

"Otherwise we will all be killed here!"

At the very center of the battle, Thales squatted in the shadow of the soldier and breathed in a hurry.

His heart was flustered.

Taylors wants to calm their hands buried in the snow and let them stop shuddering.

But in the deafening shouts and crashes of thousands of people, his arm is like a wild horse that is out of control, disregarding the will of the master, shaking in disappointment in the endless killing.

Damn it.

Tyres shivered his teeth and lips, ashamed of his first battlefield performance.

Chill down.

But no one seems to care about him. The soldiers beside them are nervously looking around, for fear that the layers of defense will suddenly break through.

A tragic rumor came - it was the sound of a star soldier being shackled.

Tersse shrunk and closed his eyes.

Calm down!

At this time, the familiar fluctuations spread from the heart.

The world around it seems to be quiet.

Tyres grasped the whole body up and down in an instant, and he clearly understood which muscles were shaking.

With the help of that fluctuation, he took a deep breath in rhythm.

He calmed those muscles and finally calmed the unconscious tremor.

The heart and breathing are gentle.

But this is not enough.

Tyres turned his head very slowly, thinking indefinitely as if he had slowed down countless times.

How do you get rid of the current predicament?

No, I don't understand the military at all. It is the specialty of Arak and Sonya.

I can only think from a more comprehensive and fundamental place...

For example.

Why, why did Lombard kill me?

Do not.

I should think in reverse.

I am dead here... What is the purpose of Rumba? What is his interest?

Think about his motivations and interests.

impossible.

The ambassador of the annihilation of the stars, the heirs of the stars.

He has no interest at all!

What is Narenba for?

Has anyone bought him?

At this time, the long-lost memories of past life have emerged again.

[War is a highly complex and changing form of social conflict, but it has long been ignored in our discipline...]

[The research results of many scholars are all in response to the classic discourse of Clausewitz...]

[Male?evi? proposes that structure, organizational capabilities, and legalized ideology are both prerequisites for large-scale collective violence...]

[Weber never explicitly incorporated the social phenomenon of war into theory, but he mentioned in the definition of modern state that in its claimed territory, state power monopolizes the legitimate use of violence...]

Tyres struggled to resist the flashback of memory and the immediate emergency.

hateful.

In the territory it claims to be...

and many more!

Tyres's pupils shrank.

Maybe not so complicated.

War has never been for killing.

territory……

The original intention of Rumba is to win the North.

and so……

When the volatility passed away, time seemed to return to normal, and killing and death returned to the ear.

Tyres slammed his head on the ground with a sweat.

He found the root of this conflict.

just now.

To fix it!

"No!" An Exeter infantry watched Arakache horrified at his throat: "You are... you are..."

But he can no longer say the rest.

"Fill in my position!" Arak was biting his teeth and was a sword. He chopped a rough-skinned man with a rough skin and screamed back. The two swordsmen were steadfastly filling his line of defense.

"Their momentum in this round was almost consumed by us," Arakah gasped, dragging the sword to the center of the battle, and said to Edda: "Leave the broken person, pack the prince, I will come. Kill the road back to the fortress!"

"Wait!"

Tyres didn't take a break, he raised his head anxiously and shouted, attracting the attention of Putile and Arak: "Lumba!"

"The army of Lombard!"

"They didn't send heavy infantry, no cavalry, no bows and shooters! Just these light infantry that were temporarily recruited," Taylors nervously recalled his only military common sense: "They don't plan to defeat us in an instant." !"

"So you want to stay and repay him?" Arak returned with irony: "For the goodness of Rumba, let us live for a quarter of an hour?"

"What he wants is to drag us here at this quarter of an hour, not to quickly annihilate us!" Tyres refused Edda's support and struggled to get up: "Lombard is betting, gambling opponent's choice!"

"Our choice?" Wye, on the side, stabbed a sword behind the shield and forced an axe.

Before Wye was slashed in the face with a long sword, Rolf dragged him back in a timely manner, and Wye gasped and said: "Gambling us to break through or swear?"

"No," Tyres opened his eyes and stared at Arak: "Rumba is not us."

"No!" Putilai instantly understood and his face was white: "He will never dare to use your life..."

Tyres anxiously said: "The rumor of the Lombard Grand Prix is ​​the Broken Dragon Fortress behind us!"

"The bet is the choice of Lord Sonia Satherley."

"Gambling if she wants to send troops to help us!"

Arak's pupil slammed.

"His bet," said Tyres: "It's my life and his future!"

I have to prepare for the language exam recently, and the update will not be too stable.

(End of this chapter)