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Time is like a tight sand in the hand, and it is late at night. The vast and rich Middle Eyette Plain has finally returned to the darkness of the darkness after the baptism of the White War, leaving only the choked The wind blew through the dark brown land and rolled up the dust.
In the dust, Tatdu, Wodov coalition camp, close to the central location of a spacious, light-extinguished tent, sleeping on a huge wooden bed covered with soft, thick long animal skin blanket, face Zhang Lisheng, who was like a faint expression immersed in a sweet dream, suddenly opened his eyes and opened his eyes.
"Sure enough, the Viscount of Wardov is really a standard 'adventurist'..." Lying on the bed and listening for a while, his strange smile, jumping off the wooden bed, suddenly the air around the body naturally emerges. A thick share of water vapor was poured into the muddy soil at the foot.
Then, with the pace of Zhang Lisheng moving forward, an ink-colored robes were born out of the soil in the middle of the soil, climbing along the calves and covering him.
Quietly walked to the exit of the camp, opened the curtain door, looked up and saw the moon in the dark clouds, Zhang Lisheng @顶@点@小说小肩, said to himself again: "But it’s really a tonight. The good weather of the sneak attack...", the voice just fell, staying outside the tent, the leader of the four elite Roman warriors who have far more protection than the protection, has snorted and asked: "Jazz, what do you have to tell?"
"There is no warrior," said the soldier leader who looked up at the pig iron and looked up. Zhang Lisheng smiled and said: "I was already asleep, but I was suddenly awakened by the noise outside the tent. So come out and see. What happened?"
"Your ear power is very good, Sir Alex," the samurai leader's face eased a little, proudly explained: "The voice you hear is because the whole army is assembled.
The damn Sylori people continue to actively challenge the dignity of the two armed forces of Wodov and Tate, and the viscounts are planning to lead the entire army to the main building of Siloria tonight and give them a lesson. ”
Looking up at the arrogant look of the powerful Roman warrior leader in front of him, Zhang Lisheng whispered in a careless side. "The more you want to discuss, the more you want to do your best to fight for a big victory. Fortunately, when you ask for more, why? It is exactly the same as I guessed. The Romans are indeed brave, but when it comes to wisdom on the battlefield, this is the level...";
Suddenly tighten the right hand hanging around the waist.
As he made a fist-fighting action, the Roman Warrior, who was guarded around his tent, felt that his body was tight. The blood flowing in the artery suddenly ran countercurrently. Breaking the vascularization into a big hand crushes the heart in an instant. Even for a second, these elite warriors have become dead bodies, and then the whole body fluid solidifies. Like a sculpture, it does not fall.
"Four..." uttered two words in the mouth without feelings.
Zhang Lisheng was hidden in the black robe, waving his hand to summon a whirlwind to slowly rise to the sky, quietly flew out of the military camp at the foot, jumped on the horse-riding costumes, and only tens of thousands of coalition soldiers waiting to attack did not find an abnormality. .In the two leading camps of Tatdu and Wodov, there are only the low commanding voices of hundreds of riders who are responsible for uploading and releasing. "The generals sent orders to give the mounts a bone stick. After a camp, let go of the speed and attack the right. ...";
"The command of the generals, the mounts are all tied to the bones, and we raided the left side of the Silorian camp...";
"The empty rider is on standby, wait until the land war begins and then charge..."
However, two or three hundred times of breathing time, the coalition soldiers with high combat literacy have already completed the array.
Under the dim moonlight, the fierce monsters, the armor, the warrior with the axe and the spear, revealing the death of the war, the natural exhalation of the sigh of breath is chilling.
At the forefront of the battlefield, a huge, hornless tiger horned on the back of the giant tiger, the prince of Woddorf was embossed with a black heavy armor with a family wolf and a plaque.
In the hands of the hand, there is a banner depicting the gray-backed wolf and the crocodile gray bear pattern of Wodov and Tate, and the eyes seem to spurt the fire. For more than ten years, the curtain that was completely covered by the entire camp, took a few deep breaths and unconsciously gripped the flagpole.
"Adults, the whole army has been assembled, please tell me." The adjutant who had been waiting on the right hand side of Lord Wardoff, saw his movements, knew that the fire had arrived, and the voice was very solemn.
"I ordered that the whole army advance!
Go forward, move forward, rush into the camp of the Silorians, kill and see all enemies! The Viscount Wardov finally took a deep breath and lifted the flag high in his hand. He danced a few times in the wind and slammed forward.
His voice is not high, but the towering flag in his hand is the place where the whole army looks at the meeting. When the flag is seen in the hands of the commander of the battle, tens of thousands of coalition soldiers are tightly tied to the reins, driving the mount to start charging.
The team's predecessor moments shattered and shattered across a third of the long curtains of the Einite plains, as if they were rushing through the embankment and rushing toward the camp of 'Silolia'.
Suspended above the height of 100 meters, the figure is completely melted into the darkness of the night. Zhang Lisheng throws away all the camouflage, and his eyes reveal a long, cold color that is difficult to describe in words, overlooking Tatedu and Wado. The two-collar coalition forces were spreading over the wilderness, and they slammed into the mighty camps that the Silores could not guard against.
When the Tomahawks cut the human limbs, the creepy '嚓嚓...' whispered, and the 'Dangdang...' generated by the impact of the blade screamed, mixed with the Silorians, "enemy attack, enemy attack." ..." the mourning, and the coalition soldiers, '呜, kill, kill, kill..." shouted, rolling over the middle of the Einite plain.
After a while, a little bit of fire shone in the camp of ‘Siloaria’ and gradually spread, reflecting the blood of the corpses soaked on the ground like a red river.
At the beginning of the war, Tatdu and Wodov’s two-lead coalition forces had the upper hand. Hundreds of thousands of even mounts were too late to be slaughtered. The Siloriya warriors who had their heads cut down under their fierce offensive. Retreat."Three thousand nine hundred and seventy-seven, three thousand nine hundred...", hanging in the air, watching the words with a cold eye for a long time, seeing the Silores can not stop a powerful block, Zhang Lisheng's indifferent face shows a trace of surprise The look, "Silorian collar, will not be defeated like this.
Could it be that the Viscount Wardov’s military adventure to retreat tonight will be able to reap the unexpected surprises?”, and suddenly the battlefield situation that I saw was fierce.
Hundreds of dragons with high heads are standing on their smooth backs, or holding a 20- or 30-meter-long gun, or clinging to a dragon-warrior with a huge tower shield, neatly shaking the earth. The pace, rushed out from the Silorian array, swaying his head and squirting a green, foggy column.
The green mist accompanied by the faint smell of sour rot is not in the enemy's body. It is only a few seconds to smear its armor and become a bloody and dirty body. The body of the cross-flow.
Coupled with the preparations for the assassination of the elite dragon warriors on the back of the dragon, they slowed down the attack of Tatdu and Wardoff.
"Blocked, and the Sylori people are not so weak," overlooking all of this, it seems that finally the wonderful skills displayed to the Romans, and the heroic spirit of the dead and retreat, slightly moved, Zhang Lisheng floating in the air, spare The self-talk of interest said: "If you want to fight, don't think about retreating. All of them are dead here.
Four thousand one hundred ninety two, four thousand one hundred..."
He said that his eyes flashed an endless hustle and bustle, encouraged the whole body to divine power, raised his hands and flattened, and condescended to cover the entire battlefield in the applause.
At this time, in the back high ground of the battle of the army, the Viscount of the center commanded has already discovered that the army offensive that he led has been 'tired', and the battle has fallen into the phase of the short-term exchange of both sides.
The original intention of his sneak attack was to capitalize on a brilliant victory. It proved that the Tatdu and Wodov two-lead coalition forces still have strong combat power. They want to marry the enemy and do not want to fight with the Silores. With the number of casualties, the heart has resigned.
"Equiris, the Silores have stabilized their positions, and we have already achieved enough..." The gaze of the gaze is on the battlefield, and the Viscounts of Vodov meditate for a moment, waving their hands to call their adjutant, UU reading www .uukanshu. Com screamed.
But the words were not finished. In the distance, a spear that was about to exhausted was suddenly rolled up by a hurricane. It was lightning-like across the heads of countless warriors, and an incredible parabola was drawn. The battle flag, plunged into his chest,
"The result of the war, we should, should, retreat, retreat..." The spear passed by, and the Viscount of the Wardov continued to say what he wanted to say, but with the spout of blood springs, only a few The words lost their lives in the horrified eyes of the staff of Tatdu and Wodov."The Viscount, the son, the viscount adult..." The adjutant who had just approached the lord's face was as pale as the dead for a long time. The first one came back to God, and the hoarse voice of his mouth made a nightmare.
At the same time, I don’t know where a sorrow sound came from the ears of every Tate and Wardoff coalition fighters. “Tonight, the Viscount Wordon is a viscount for the seriously injured Tatdu. The vengeful decisive battle was murdered by the despicable Silorians with conspiracy.
In addition to fighting against the Silores, we have no other retreats, kills, kills, giant wolves and crocodile bears, for the glory and victory of our ancestors, tonight, we are victorious to die..." to be continued..)
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