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Text Chapter 621: Late Night Killing (3)

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    Time passed slowly like fine sand in a hand, and it was already late at night before you knew it. After the baptism of war during the day, the vast and fertile Zhongenit Plain finally returned to pitch-black tranquility, leaving only the sobbing people.  The wind blew across the dark brown land, raising clouds of smoke.

    Amidst the dust, in a spacious tent with the lights turned off near the center of the Tatdu and Waldov coalition camps, he slept on a huge wooden bed covered with a soft, thick long-haired animal skin blanket, his face  Zhang Lisheng, who had a calm expression on his face as if he was immersed in a sweet dream, suddenly moved his ears and opened his eyes.

    "Have you really started? That Viscount Waldorf is really a standard 'adventurer'" After lying on the bed and listening for a while, he smiled strangely, jumped off the wooden bed, and suddenly the air around his body naturally condensed.  Thick streams of water vapor came out and soaked into the compacted soil under their feet.

    Afterwards, as Zhang Lisheng moved forward, a dark-colored robe appeared out of thin air from the wet soil, climbed up along his calf, and covered his whole body.

    Quietly, he walked to the exit of the tent, opened the curtain door, and looked up at the bright moon hidden in the dark clouds. Zhang Lisheng shrugged and said to himself again: "But tonight is really a good weather for a sneak attack"  , as soon as he finished speaking, the leader of the four elite Roman warriors who were guarding outside the tent, and their surveillance role was far more important than protection, already asked in a buzzing voice: "Sir, do you have any orders?"

    "I don't have any warriors," Zhang Lisheng said with a smile as he raised his head and looked at the iron-faced warrior leader, "I was already asleep, but I was suddenly woken up by the noise outside the tent. So I came out to take a look.  What happened?"

    "Your hearing is very good, sir," the warrior leader's face softened a little, and he proudly explained: "The sound you heard was because the entire army was gathering.

    The damn Silorians have been actively challenging the dignity of the two coalition forces led by Waldorf and Tate these days. The Viscount plans to lead the entire army to attack the main camp of Siloria tonight to teach them a lesson.  "

    Looking up at the arrogant look of the powerful Roman warrior leader in front of him, Zhang Lisheng muttered casually, "The more I want to negotiate a peace, the more I have to do my best to surprise and win a big victory. Is it good to have a little more weight when suing for peace?"  . Exactly as I guessed. The Romans are indeed brave, but when it comes to their wisdom on the battlefield, they are only at this level";

    While he suddenly clenched his right hand hanging on his waist.

    As he clenched his fist, the Roman warriors guarding his tent felt their blood vessels tighten.  The blood flowing in the arteries suddenly reversed.  The broken blood vessels turned into a big hand and crushed the heart instantly.  In less than a second, these elite warriors turned into corpses, and then their body fluids solidified.  Like a sculpture, it does not fall down.

    "Four" He spat out two words without any emotion in his mouth. Zhang Lisheng was hidden in a black robe. He waved his hand to summon a whirlwind that slowly rose into the sky. He quietly flew out of the military camp and jumped on his horse.  The beasts were in full formation, but no one among the tens of thousands of coalition soldiers waiting to attack noticed anything unusual.

    In the two military camps of Tatdu and Waldov, the only thing they could hear was the low-pitched orders of hundreds of cavalry commanders who were responsible for uploading and distributing them. "The general gave the order, mount the bone clubs on the mounts, and after leaving the camp for a while, release the speed and attack on the right."  ¡­¡±;

    "By the order of the General, all mounts are equipped with bone clubs, and we will raid the left side of the Silorian camp";

    "The whole army of air cavalry is on standby, and we will wait until the land battle begins before charging"

    In just two or three hundred breaths, all the coalition soldiers with extremely high combat literacy were already in formation.

    Under the dim moonlight, there are warriors riding ferocious monsters as far as the eye can see, wearing armor, holding sharp axes and spears, looking like they are fighting to the death. The harsh aura that they naturally exude is frightening at first sight.

    At the front of the battle formation, on the back of a gigantic rhinoceros-horned tiger, Viscount Waldorf wore black heavy armor embossed with the family emblem of wolf-kissed and fangs;

    In his hand, he held a flag depicting the gray-backed giant wolf and the crocodile-headed grizzly bear, which symbolized the glorious military service of Waldorf and Tatedu. His eyes seemed to be spitting out fire as he looked at the scenes unfolding to the left and right in front of him.  After more than ten miles, the curtain that tightly covered the entire camp took a few deep breaths and unconsciously tightened the flagpole.

    "My lord, the entire army has been assembled. Please give me your orders." The adjutant who had been waiting on Lord Waldorf's right hand saw his actions and knew that the fire was coming, and reported in an unusually solemn voice.

    "I give the order, the whole army advances!

    Advance, advance, rush into the Silorian camp and kill all enemies in sight!  "Viscount Waldorf took a deep breath at the end, raised the flag in his hand high, waved it in the wind a few times, then suddenly swung it forward and roared.

      His voice was not high, but the towering battle flag in his hand was the focus of the entire army. Seeing the flag raised in front of the battle commander, tens of thousands of coalition soldiers tightened their reins and drove their mounts to charge.

    In an instant, the leader of the team tore the long curtain across one-third of the Middle Enite Plain to shreds, like a rolling torrent that broke through the embankment, and swept towards the camp of Siloria.

    Suspended a hundred meters in the air, his body completely blended into the dark night, Zhang Lisheng threw away all disguises, his eyes showed a distant and cold color that is difficult to describe in words, overlooking Tatdu and Wodo.  The coalition forces led by the husband and the husband spread out overwhelmingly on the wilderness, and slammed into the mighty camp that the Silorians were unprepared for.

    Suddenly, the creepy "chacha" sound made by the battle ax when cutting human limbs, and the "dangdang" loud sound produced by the impact of the weapon alternately sounded, mixed with the Silorians, "Enemy attack, enemy attack  " The wailing sounds, together with the coalition soldiers' shouts of "Ooo, kill, kill, kill" rolled over the Zhongenit Plains.

    After a while, the overflowing firelight lit up in the 'Siloria' camp and gradually spread, reflecting the blood soaked in the corpses on the ground and spreading out like a red river.

    At the beginning of the war, it was obvious that the two coalition forces led by Tatedu and Waldov, who launched a late-night attack, had the upper hand. Hundreds of Silorian warriors whose heads were beheaded before they could even mount their mounts were steadily defeated by their fierce offensive.  Defeated.

    "Three thousand nine hundred and seventeen, three thousand nine hundred", hanging in the air, muttering something in his mouth, watching with cold eyes for a long time. Seeing that the Silorians were still unable to stop the powerful attack, Zhang Lisheng showed a trace of surprise on his indifferent face.  The look on his face said, "Siloria Leader, we won't be defeated like this.

    "Could it be that Viscount Waldorf's military adventure of advancing and retreating tonight will yield unexpected and surprising results" Suddenly, the battlefield situation he was watching suddenly changed.

    Hundreds of giant dragons with tall heads held high, driven by dragon-taming warriors standing on their smooth backs, holding 20- to 30-meter long spears, or holding on to huge tower shields, marched neatly and shook the earth.  Pace rushed out from behind the Silorian formation, shaking his head from side to side and spraying jets of dark green mist.

    The green mist accompanied by a fainting sour smell clung to the fighting Roman warriors regardless of friend or foe. In just a few seconds, it eroded through their armor, turning them into pieces of flesh and bones that were filled with blood, water, and viscera.  Bodies flowing across the river.

    Coupled with the powerful dragon-taming warriors on the dragon's back who were condescendingly preparing to assassinate them, they immediately slowed down the overwhelming offensive of the two armies led by Tatdu and Waldorf.

    "It's blocked. Sure enough, the Silorians are not that weak." Looking down at all this, he seemed to be finally a little moved by the wonderful combat skills and the heroic spirit of the Romans who fought to the death. Zhang Lisheng was floating in the air, full of enthusiasm.  He said to himself with interest: "Since we are going to fight decisively, don't think about retreating, we can all die here.

    ¡°Four thousand one hundred and ninety-two, four thousand one hundred¡­¡±

    As he spoke, his eyes flashed with an endless ferocious look, he summoned up his divine power, raised his hands and stretched them out, condescendingly covering the entire battlefield in applause.

    At this time, Viscount Waldorf, who was on the high ground at the rear of the army's battle formation, commanding from the center, had already discovered that the offensive of the army he led was "tired", and the battle fell into a close-quarters combat stage with heavy casualties on both sides.

    His original intention to launch the sneak attack was to use a brilliant victory as capital to prove that the coalition forces led by Tatdu and Waldov still had strong combat power. He threatened the enemy to negotiate a peace and was not willing to fight to the death with the Silorians.  Looking at the number of casualties, I thought about retreating.

    "Aquilis, the Silorians have stabilized their position, and we have achieved enough" Looking at the battlefield with deep eyes, Viscount Waldorf pondered for a moment, waved his hand to summon his adjutant, and gave a deep command  road.

    But before he finished speaking, a spear in the distance that was about to be exhausted was suddenly swept up by a hurricane and flew high again. It passed over the heads of countless warriors like lightning, drew an incredible parabola, and shot fiercely.  took the battle flag and plunged it into his chest,

    "The result of the battle, we should, should, retreat, retreat" The spear passed through his heart. Viscount Waldorf continued to say what he wanted to say, but as the blood spurted away like a spring, he only said a few words.  He lost his life in the horrified eyes of the two surrounding staff officers, Tatdu and Waldorf.

    "Your Majesty, Sir, Your Majesty the Viscount" The adjutant who had just approached the lord's side looked as pale as a dead man and stayed there for a long time. He was the first to come back to his senses and made a hoarse sound like a dreamer.

    At the same time, a sad voice came from nowhere and sounded in every Tate.In the ears of the Waldorf coalition soldiers, "Tonight, Viscount Waldorf fought to avenge Viscount Tatdu, who was seriously injured again, but was killed by the despicable Silorians through conspiracy.

    Apart from defeating the Silorians in one go, we have no other way out. Kill, kill, the people of the giant wolf and the crocodile-headed bear. For the glory and victory of our ancestors, tonight, if we don't win, we will die" (Unfinished)  To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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