The blue bottom is embroidered with white totems, and the vast seven-color elk flags rolling from afar.

When the White Woods Legion soldiers appeared on the horizon, they became a black line divided from the sky.

"The enemy is probably more than 200,000."

With his feet stepping out of the swamp of the black wetland, Aaron observed the movements of the White Shulin Legion in the distance. He quickly got a report from the wooden elves in his ears, "Old, the size of the enemy legion is about 400,000!"

The people in the Western Frontier gathered superior forces and wanted to destroy the last northern kingdom, Clayston, in one fell swoop. This is not difficult to guess.

But the 400,000 troops still made Aaron feel a heavy pressure.

After all, if Clayston's farmers and reserve team were combined, there would be only one hundred thousand people.

Such a comparison of troops is definitely not as simple as four to one. What Aaron accepted was a mess. The most elite main force in the Northland fights the Bear soldiers, only 10,000 people led by Kurush.

The main force of the Baishulin Legion in the West, the Baishulin Heavy Legion has at least 100,000.

There was even a five thousand air knights above the dense White Woods Legion.

Unicorns, expensive and rare.

The Grand Duke of the West not only used all the air cavalry in the West, but also paid a lot of money to hire air cavalry in the East and South continents.

Otherwise, even if the Western Region is rich and powerful, it would not be possible to get such an air knight order.

"It seems that the main legions of Bai Shulin have all arrived. This is a major battle... it is also a battle that determines the life and death of the North!"

Although the head of the White Shulin Legion commander had been cut off before, the Grand Duke of the West soon appointed his new commander for his outpost army.

Yes, for the millions of troops in the Western Front, the 200,000 white forest troops are just outposts.

"Soldiers sacrificed their lives to surround their homes, which is a glorious choice. As a soldier, it is an honor given to us by God. The people in the West come overwhelmingly, but they will not win. Because in this war, we will cover the entire black swamp with the bodies of the people in the West. Today, we are fearless here, and today, we will fight here in blood! Roar———"

A huge roar that shocked the world caused the air to burst.

The more time comes, the more it is necessary to boost the morale of the soldiers. After all, the size of the White Shulin Legion is so large that the five thousand people in the air is like a sword blade inserted into the hearts of soldiers in the north.

Under the attention of everyone, there was a crackling sound. Aaron's bones exploded, causing soldiers from the north to generally raise their foreheads!

Lion claws, snake tails, flesh wings, and scaled skin.

"Roar~~~"

A giant dragon with a body length of more than 50 meters flew up in the air, spreading its wings and flew over the upper part of its legion. Following closely behind was the giant eagle transformed by two thousand wood-type elves, plus the five hundred unicorn knights in the north. In an instant, the condensation of combat power in the air above the heads of the Fourth Legion of the Revenge Army was more shocking than that of Bai Shulin.

"Array!——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The Fifth Legion of the Revenge Army set up a front in the Black Swamp with neat steps. The archers were in front, the spearmen were in the middle, and the swordsmen and other reserve teams were behind.

Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo ———

The loud trumpet sound shook the sky. When the 400,000 Baishulin army shouted loudly, "There are gains and losses, and there are losses and gains and losses!" As such a slogan advances, the combat morale of the entire Baishulin Legion is as high as 500 points.

If you want to get it, you have to pay. For the Baishulin soldiers, war has given them the corresponding physical strength, courage, and even life. However, when you give, you have obtained the prosperity of the Western Region and fulfilled your responsibilities to be loyal to you. This is a kind of supreme glory and noble character.

This sense of self-identification makes every White Tree soldier's eyes bloodthirsty. Especially when the flag of the Seven Colored Elk in the West is five or six times more than the flag of the Battle of the North.

………………………………………

"…The heroes of Cleiston are like the frozen war bears that rise up."

"...Step on the earth of the world, save the lost lamb from the claws of the ice wolf."

"…War Bear is attacking, and the people in the North are united and friendly as brothers."

"...Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish until all difficulties and obstacles become past."

“…The enemies surrounding Cleiston are really boring.”

"...The flag of the war bear will surely be inserted into the general's head!"

I don’t know where it started, this Ode to October was floating above the entire Fourth Legion——the distant and ancient Cleiston North Battle Song.

Many old soldiers or nobles, whenever this ancient war song came to their ears, the tears of sorrow came out again.

once Upon a time,

"It's as strong as a mountain, as solid as a rock!!!"

The ancient battlefield was filled with a roar, and the enemy was frightened!

The war bear warriors in the north are all heroes. They have never been afraid of anyone with weapons in their hands. They never leave any chance for the enemy on the battlefield of killing.

Unfortunately, under the offensive of the Baishulin army, the northern border was completely defeated, and most of the once invincible War Bear Legion has now turned into piles of white bones and no longer existed.

The effect of this battle song awakened many lost souls. The sad atmosphere made most people determined to die, making their own combat morale reach 500 points, which was in line with the White Shulin Legion several times that of themselves.

But a few seconds after the lingering sound disappeared, a louder imperial war song suddenly came from the leading team of the two thousand Spartan heavy helmet warriors, overshadowing all the momentum, echoing and roaring in the black swamp.

"The ten-foot city wall is as white as frost. The magnificent palace is what I want!"

"The mountains are shaking, the earth is shaking, and the bitter cold wind pierces the backbone of the warrior!"

"The extension of the sword blade is the tip of the god of death. He tastes the blood of the enemy with his heart and strips the soul of the loser from his body!"

"The king's anger is unstoppable. On the way forward, I will bombard all the enemies to the scum, and then I will bow deeply to thank you. Congratulations on becoming the cannon fodder of the most powerful empire in the world!"

"Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish! Take the authority of the earth in your hands, and never lacks the courage to kill. The Spartan flag roars and flutters in the wind and snow behind you!"

"I, a conqueror, a warrior... stepping on the bones,————I come! I see you! I conquer!"

The Spartan Empire War Song is over.

The captain of the Royal Guard of Spartan Helmets suddenly raised the spear in his hand and shouted! The strong fighting spirit and the courage to squirm almost everyone was shocked! "The happiest and most glorious thing in life is to die in a hearty battle. Everyone in Spartans did not ask how many enemies there were, but only asked where the enemy was. The dense ants were just a group of clowns who were afraid of death. We Spartans came to the battlefield with shields on their backs and had prepared the stretcher for our bodies. In the morning, we wiped our bodies, and in the evening, we would have dinner together in hell!!!"

"Aowu, aowu, aowu————"

"Salute to the Emperor of the Empire! Salute to Sparta! After today, this battlefield will surely become an epic battlefield, because today there are Spartans fighting here in blood!"

"Aowu, aowu, aowu————"

Our own combat morale continues to rise, 500 points, 600 points, 700 points, 900 points!

As Aaron saw, the existence of two thousand Spartan warriors allowed a legion of "sadness" to be sublimated by glory, and the morale of combat soared from 500 to a situation that was about to explode.

Two thousand Spartans stood at the forefront of the array of tens of thousands of people! They raised their spears and shouted! They paid tribute to the coming bloody battle! The heroic courage was enough to stimulate a farmer who usually only knows how to farm, and instantly turned into a madman with bloodshot eyes.

The Spartans formed the personality of martyrs in battle.

After the war, in the yellowed books, the Central Empire will surely rewrite its war history.

The courage of the Spartans will surely make the world unwilling to smell these strong auras, and no one wants to approach their true hearts, because this is a group of warriors who will slaughter them.

On this huge battlefield, if the Spartan individual was just a speck of dust from the breath of hundreds of thousands of soldiers on both sides.
Chapter completed!