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Blood is the dust of war. It is not actually the philosophers who write the history of the empire, but the swords with blood on the hands of the warriors.

————This is an undeniable fact.

Spartan fanaticism comes from the heroic Spartans. Under their inspiration, it is passed on to every North soldier.

The accumulated organs felt the madness of the battlefield, and the dripping blood and tears were a flesh and blood body with steel will.

As the most elite existence, the Spartan warrior has a skill that falls into the sky and can support any point on the battlefield. This will be a powerful and shocking holy city skill.

The transformation into a flying dragon and the two thousand giant eagles took off in the air, in order to shock the Five Thousand Sky Knights in Bai Shulin and inspire their morale.

After all, before the army decides its victory or defeat, the air combat power can affect the tilt of the battlefield scales.

He hovered in circles and finally climbed into the air and was about to break through the clouds. With his strong eyesight, Aaron could still take everything on the battlefield below into his eyes.

Finally, the White Shulin Legion in the West began to take action in the fourth floor of Feilong's eyes.

"War starts———————————————————————————————————attack the last lonely city in the northern border, and crush the last struggle of the northern border people! The soldiers of the White Tree Forest, kill the enemy, and we can take glory home. In the White Tree Forest... your wives and lovers are waiting to reunite."

Accompanied by the loud horns, the Baishulin Legion arranged a square formation, and basically there was a Baishulin noble general in each square formation.

They shouted, military orders came one after another, and the soldiers' shouts were clamoring.

Soon, an arrow flew into the sky, and a spear soldier of ten thousand people stood out from the White Woods Legion. He was like a rushing group of beasts, avoiding the archers' arrow rain, trying to penetrate the entire black swamp.

War brought about massacre and death, and a fierce battle started in the early morning.

All this begins with the black swamp devouring the body of the first living person.

"preparation!"

Accompanied by the shouts, thousands of crossbow shooters silently pulled the strings and shot arrows, with a surge of murderous aura. Like the infantry behind them, they had made up their minds to share life and death.

"Most of these spearmen are cannon fodder legions composed of slaves. The White Shulin Legion doesn't care about their life and death, so this is just a tentative attack. We want to save arrowheads and stop shooting arrows!"

With Aaron's call, five hundred cavalrymen from the northern border decisively drove the unicorn with flying wings and stepped on the ground.

Solid armor, 5-meter-long arbitration rifle, allows them to sprint back and forth in the air without having to land. Paladin's arbitration, a unique name. A mixture of spears and swords. At the top is a simple cross blade. There is a 5-10 cm long iron support below to prevent the tip of the gun from being broken or cut off.

The unicorn is snow-white all over. It looks like a horse with white unicorns and white wings.

A brisk and powerful start on the flat ground, the horse's hooves splashed on the cobblestone road and lit sparks. The moment they stepped into the sky, it was like a gust of wind blew.

When the Paladin arbitration, the first Western Army soldier was ruled out, and the puddles in the black swamp wetland were immediately soaked in reddish brown. The blood could not solidify. At the same time, the moment the unicorn was roaring, the haze over the swamp could not dissipate.

The seemingly dull swamp wetland. In the eyes of people in the northern border, they are often regarded as monsters that can suck people into bottomless pits. Therefore, compared with the threat from the air, the real danger comes from the feet of ten thousand spearmen.

All five hundred air cavalry needs to do is to harass and attack the spearmen to make their formation messy, and if they are not careful, they will be swallowed by the swamp.

As people were constantly being shot by air riders, or suddenly screaming and falling into the wet mud, ten thousand spearmen, they slowly felt confused and confused from the initial fanaticism, and also suffered from the dual torture of both * and spirit.

Because it is impossible to survive this black swamp full of traps.

They will die here!

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In less than an hour, the black swamp devoured ten thousand living lives.

Compared to the trembling shouts of excitement opposite the swamp, the silence on the White Trees Legion at this time seemed extremely ferocious. Yes, everything disappeared, all the flags, spears, and flesh that entered the black swamp.

Although the noble generals asked the air cavalry to come for support more than once, all of them were rejected by the commanders of the White Shulin Legion.

In his irrelevant words, "Oh, let's go here today. Poor ten thousand soldiers, not long ago, were farmers... Unexpectedly, under the influence of the air cavalry, they were buried in the "bear mouth" like a flock of sheep. This was really a exciting show. But their deaths tell us that this black swamp is even more terrifying than imagined. Therefore, we cannot say that the deaths of these farmers are worthless. What do you think? My deputy commander? Oh, and my generals!"

On the other side of the black swamp, under the banner of seven-color elk waving in the wind.

The new commander of the 400,000 White Woods Legion turned out to be a dwarf, less than half the height of a normal person.

Staring at the flying dragon disappeared and circling with the giant eagle. His eyes were full of worry, "It seems that my old father is smarter than me, that is, he gathers a 5,000-man air cavalry army. Otherwise, our 400,000 army will definitely be ravaged by the creatures in the mythological stories."

Rolling up his sleeves, he saw the dwarf with two hairy arms and some loose beards on his chin.

To get closer, how should we describe this face? "Irregular, rough, mediocre, vulgar, melancholy, depression, or an ordinary public face?"

Believe me, against the backdrop of that short and solid figure, probably everyone will not look at it seriously, and will label him an ugly label.

"Can you imagine it? It's the dwarf in front of you who actually regarded the lives of ten thousand soldiers as a show. It's the dwarf in front of you who was actually the youngest son of the dignified Duke of the West. Oh, God is really blind. The despicable dwarf, disgusting, cruel, lustful, greedy... But it is undeniable that he has a recognized smart head."

Not only did the many speechless generals of Bai Shulin, but also Kauden, the deputy commander of the 400,000 Bai Shulin Legion, think so in his heart.

"Dimmo, uric acid makes ten thousand soldiers die meaninglessly, and you drink wine without caring and declare today ending indifferently!?"

This dwarf is called Yuland Dimer. But Coden calls his real name Dimer without hesitation, rather than respectfully calling him Lord Yuland like others, because Coden's surname is also Averice.

As the younger brother of the Grand Duke of the West, and the uncle of the dwarf prince, Kauden has the responsibility of supervising the matter!

"The people in the North have fallen into a desperate situation. We all know this, but my uncle, I want to tell you that this black swamp swallowed 400,000 people and was not crowded at all. If you want to avenge ten thousand soldiers, please let your 50,000 personal guards go to the battlefield. Although I am the commander, I will definitely not stop you."

The short dwarf swallowed the last sip of the liquor in his wine bag and threw it away. He stretched out his hand indifferently and turned away from the place.

Kaudon knew what his nephew was going to do next, because in the entire barracks, he was the only woman in the tent with the army.

It is hard to imagine that Kauden was not angry and allowed the dwarf to do whatever he wanted. The answer to this question is obvious. Although this dwarf is disgusting and ugly, he is his nephew after all, and the little prince of the Duke of the Western Empire.

Also, although this short man is greedy for pleasure, he will never forget his important matters. This has been confirmed countless times by Kauden.

"Don't worry, my uncle, I have sent 30,000 mercenaries to capture prisoners. When the sunrise tomorrow, we will use the living people from the north to fight the forwards and fill the invisible black holes in the swamp."

The dwarf's back soon entered his pink tent, but this sound came into Kauden's ears.
Chapter completed!