Chapter 561

Flames, burning on the battlefield.

The blood sprinkled on the earth has long dried up and condensed into dark red.

It was still complete, but the death was an extremely tragic body, which was almost everywhere in the whole battlefield. The people who can survive now are not because of their superb strength, but because of their excellent luck.

A small group of soldiers in gray and black leather armor gathered in the center of the battlefield and formed a circle. Although they were still barely able to set up a defensive circle, most of their trembling bodies completely sold out their real emotions.

When the threat and fear of death really come, not everyone can face it calmly.

The flame is still burning, and the thick and strong black smoke continues to rise.

The rustling of armor caused by walking fell on the ears of the surviving mountain lion soldiers, just like the footsteps of the God of death approaching.

Three hundred against six thousand.

After nearly half a month of encounter, pursuit, encirclement and suppression, the 7000 soldiers of the second echelon of the mountain lion Corps who were originally spared because of going out for training also remained more than 5000 because of continuous combat losses. Then, after being pursued for a day, the soldiers of the second echelon of the mountain lion corps were finally forced to a dead end and were forced to break out a large-scale death battle with the thunder lion in the desolate bone plain in the middle of soan, which is still unable to occupy the land.

This time, Alfred changed his previous attitude and put the reserve soldiers originally prepared to fill the battle damage of the thunder lion into the battlefield.

As far as the recruits are concerned, they can't be the opponents of the mountain lion legion, even if they don't occupy a favorable place, so their death rate is surprisingly high. However, after the first World War, it is also a qualitative transformation for the reserve soldiers of the thunder lion who can still survive.

However, this transformation is only a reluctantly upgrade from cannon fodder to the level of regular soldiers.

However, because veterans have also grown, the overall level of thunder lion has not been reduced.

Still a quasi Fourth Army.

However, compared with the previous 5000 people, today's thunder lion has an increase of more than 1000 people.

The blue ocean suddenly seemed to ebb, separating to the left and right, giving way to a passage.

Holding the fangs of the flaming lion, Alfred slowly walked out of the thunder lion crowd through this passage, and then appeared in the view of the surviving soldiers of the mountain lion Legion.

At this moment, Alfred's face was covered with blood. The blood almost covered his whole face, like a layer of red dye. However, if you carefully observe it, you can still see a blood and flesh wound on his right cheek, which was hurt by the other party's temporary counterattack when he killed the last superior silver master of the mountain lion army.

Even Alfred, who now has the power to fight against the next golden strongman, still has the endurance limit of the top Silver Peak, and his bloody battle for half a month has basically reached his limit. The fatigue caused by this limit will inevitably slow his reaction. Therefore, it is also very natural to have his hands on. In fact, if there were not the fangs of the flaming lion and the heavy armor on his body, Alfred might fall in this battle.

The war of the elite Legion was no better than his long march across several Dabian territories.

There are essential differences between the two.

"Lowell, I advise you one last time." Alfred endured the pain in his face, and then still spoke in a thick voice, "surrender now!"

No response.

Alfred raised his right hand slightly.

With his action, the thunder lion soldiers who had formed a circle around the soldiers of these mountain lion legions knocked their square shields heavily on the ground. The roaring sound of the shield was like a sudden thunder, which frightened all the soldiers of the mountain lion Legion. Then there was another neat sound of gunfire. Looking at a glittering fine iron long gun on the edge of the shield, aiming at their enemy soldiers, the soldiers of the mountain lion Corps finally sent out a riot.

But the riots soon stopped.

Because the head of the mountain lion corps, Lowell Howard, also known as the lion king like Alfred, has also stepped out of the protection circle of the mountain lion Corps.

At this moment, he had no temperament when he first met Alfred, but was in a mess.

"The Howard family will not surrender to the enemy!" However, although Lowell is covered with dust and dirt at the moment, his eyes are still surprisingly bright, and even full of a look called perseverance, "our death will never be worthless, but can make the kingdom of dabion understand your combat power more clearly. Maybe you can annihilate us this time, But it will be you who will eventually perish! "

Alfred just glanced at Lowell, and then his eyes fell on the mountain lion soldiers behind him. Most of them were afraid, or fear. Their trembling bodies could fully explain this. But more people seemed to be infected by Lowell's words, their faces also showed a firm look, and their hands holding the handle of the short blade sword became stronger.

"Are you all willing to die for the Howard family?" Alfred's voice was not very loud, but he could pronounce clearly.

Every word, like a thunder, exploded in the hearts of those trembling soldiers.

"Of course! They are the most proud of the Howard family... "

"I don't want to die!" A soldier of the mountain lion Corps suddenly interrupted Lowell's voice. His scream like a madman was particularly harsh in this almost silent battlefield.

"What are you talking about..." Lowell turned around angrily, and his face looked very ferocious.

But when he turned around, he felt a sharp pain coming from his chest, which made his ferocious face show some amazement and disbelief. He lowered his head somewhat difficultly. What came into view was a short blade of the mountain lion Legion system that had penetrated into his heart. The blood was rapidly soaked out at an irresistible speed and spread rapidly on his white shirt. Then, he raised his head again and looked at the young soldier. He was looking at himself crazily. Under that crazy face, tears were flowing out of his eyes, sliding down his face and dripping on his pointed chin.

Lowell stumbled back a few steps.

He raised his right hand to hold the hilt of the short blade, and then pulled out the short blade with a strong force, which made his vitality drain from his body at a faster speed.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! "

The soldier who stabbed Lowell with a knife shook his head madly.

"Traitor!"

A soldier of the mountain lion regiment nearby gave a roar, and then was about to rush at the soldier.

At this moment, Alfred's eyes were cold. Then he waved at a rapid speed and grabbed a fine iron spear. With a strong force, he threw the spear at the mountain lion Legion soldier who tried to kill Lowell.

The long gun sent out a roaring wind and thunder in the air, which was filled with fighting spirit by Alfred, and directly penetrated the head of the mountain lion soldier at a speed that ordinary people's eyes could not capture. At the moment when the spear pierced the soldier's head, the strong fighting spirit also burst out. Everyone only heard a "bang", and the soldier's head burst like a broken watermelon.

Red and white liquid, mixed with many debris, splashed out in all directions.

The long gun thrown by Alfred did not just fall to the ground, but went through the bodies of two mountain lion soldiers like lightning, and finally stopped after stabbing the body of the third mountain lion soldier.

The three soldiers of the mountain lion Corps who were assassinated by long guns were the same soldiers whose eyes showed perseverance after listening to Lowell's words just now.

Lowell watched this scene helplessly. He wanted to stop and kill the rebellious soldier, but all this was powerless for him after all. His eyes were puzzled and confused. He couldn't understand why soldiers killed themselves. They were the mountain lion soldiers proud of the Howard family. It was a supreme honor to die for the Howard family!

Why?

Why surrender?

Why?

The bloody blade that pierced his heart fell from Lowell's hand to the ground.

Then, the former Lion King also followed in the footsteps of this short blade and fell on his back.

At this moment, the vitality in his body was finally completely lost.

But to his death, his eyes were not closed, and his eyes were deeply puzzled.

After seeing Alfred's thunderous blow just now, no one of the other mountain lion soldiers dared to rush up and kill the soldier who assassinated Lowell. Especially in the face of Alfred's cold eyes, the soldiers of the mountain lion Corps lowered their heads one after another. Only a small number of people were still looking at their former commanders with the rest of their eyes, but their eyes were full of helpless sadness.

Alfred glanced at Lowell's body and hesitated to cut off his head. But in the end, he still didn't do so, because Lowell Howard may be a commander of the acting school. He didn't excel in personal combat effectiveness, and he didn't dare to rush to the front line of the battlefield, but until the last moment of death, he didn't bow to his enemy, but chose to stand and die.

So in Alfred's eyes, it was still a respectable enemy.

"I say it again." Alfred looked up slowly. "Surrender, don't kill."

There was a silence.

Ten seconds later, there was a soft sound of metal falling to the ground.

It was a soldier of the mountain lion Corps who finally abandoned his short blade.

And with the first to surrender, there will naturally be a second and a third.

Soon, the metal objects fell to the ground, one after another.