Chapter 1110

In the later biography of the 13th generation of emperor Conrad I, the second battle for the protection of gloven was full of legend. The historians' description of the battle was no less than the "battle of the end" of the Dragon Queen.

No matter the first time or the second time, the actual battle broke out in Golovin, and an important raid between Loren Turin and the Azores on the avenue of the Empire was deliberately ignored; Therefore, strictly speaking, there are three or none defense battles in Golovin.

First of all, the two sides dramatically changed their offensive and defensive relations. The Azores who should have been the attacking side were passively defending, but the Empire who should have been guarding the city launched a surprise attack while taking advantage of the fog;

Secondly, the two sides staged the "revolving door battle" in the war of imperial Avenue again. The empire lost the battle in the direction of imperial Avenue, but won the beach battlefield where there was little hope; And the tactics used as like as two peas of the Asian Spirit are all pretend to retreat and the rear line is encircled.

Perhaps because of the dense fog weather, the Empire, with only 80000 troops, has always taken the initiative in the battlefield and constantly tried to attack; On the contrary, the Azores, who had a large number of troops and strong positions, defended passively most of the time;

At the beginning of the battle, the two sides seemed to maintain a "tacit understanding". The highland battlefield that should have been intensified was never divided. Until the end of the beach battlefield, there was a crazy farce of "dying together".

But for the historians of the heavenly palace, the details of these wars are not of most interest to them; Almost all eyes focused on a "small event" that had no impact on the whole battle.

"Fillonay marching into the fire prison" - originally a work of praising the royal family in the sky palace, but it caused a great sensation; In the picture, alone wielding a sword, stepping on the battlefield full of corpses, and staggering to the sea of fire in the eyes of frightened and crying soldiers, fillonay de saleon is regarded by countless imperial nobles as a symbol of the chivalry of the saxophone people.

Many of the nobles of the crown claimed that the royal highness of the Royal Highness had greatly encouraged the soldiers and the Knights of Byrne, so that they did not collapse in the midline and became an important reversal of the second battle of the valley.

In fact, the situation is just the opposite - after seeing the long Princess swallowed up by the fire, the saxophone Legion broke up on the spot, and the deserters ran into the infantry knights who were attacking the highlands and led by angert, count of mountain rock castle.

The count of mountain rock Castle did not mean anything polite to deserters; Under the surveillance of the "Byrne governor corps", and under the charge that it is likely to kill a royal heir by hand, the saxophone Corps finally "quickly" restored their morale and marched to the Highlands with the Byrne Corps.

Nevertheless, the saxophone legion, which paid huge casualties, still failed to capture the highlands from beginning to end.

Flank battlefield, Empire Avenue.

"~ we sing loudly today ~ drink the aged wine ~ the wine glass ping pong ~ cry beside relatives and friends... Dear sweetheart ~ we're going to fight in saklan ~ saklan ~ ~..."

Under the battle flag of the Azores elves hunting, the Elven little prince with a wine table and fruit collapsed lazily on the recliner, quietly enjoying the battlefield that has turned into a flesh and blood mill, in a very happy mood.

After giving the final encirclement order, he loosened the last reins - all 100000 Azores were put into the battlefield and hanged with Loren Turin's army.

If this was gambling, he would have put all his bets, and the dice had been rolled. Whether he lost or won had nothing to do with him. The outcome was determined by heaven.

Of course, in Rodriguez's view, he is sure to win.

Throwing out insignificant beach positions, even if Loren Turin really worked hard to defeat the highland Garrison and attacked blindly regardless of casualties, it is definitely not easy to win the highland.

Then again, what if he attacked?

Indeed, the Azores suffered heavy casualties, and the price he paid in Loren Turin will never be small; But it was the imperial Avenue behind him that supported the continuation of the war game; By maintaining this channel, reinforcements from the mainland can continue to support themselves.

For the imperialists, it was an all-out war related to the continuation of the dynasty; For the Azores, this is also a battle of life and death.

If we win, the form of war will be completely reversed, and the Empire will even become headless because of the disintegration of the collapse;

If the war was defeated, the Azores had to retreat to the coastal line, where they gathered all their troops and fought a real battle with the Empire to determine the final fate of both sides.

So let's play the game to the end, Loren Turin!

Under the siege of the Azores on three sides, the vanguard of the Byrne legion, who had to give up retreat and break through the siege, but could not tear the siege net, had to form a ring shield wall to the north of the wooden fence, struggling for passive defense.

Such a temporary "defense line" is destined not to have much effect, and the Byrne soldiers who can't see the hope of breaking through are demoralized and unsustainable;

Soon, there were many gaps in the defense line, and the excited Elven warriors rushed up like beasts smelling blood; The demon hunters and the Byrne Knights fought to contain the collapse.

But that's all... Anyone can see that they have no hope.

Staring at the battlefield, the little prince held the wine glass in his trembling hand and drank the wine in the glass.

He felt that he had begun to fall in love with this bright red and blood like drink, which was more suitable for him than the watery wine of the Azores.

Compared with the encirclement war that takes too much patience, it is indeed more in line with their own character to have a risk of positive confrontation and one-sided massacre!

It's time to give these unlucky guys a final blow and surprise Loren Turin.

"Order the soldiers in the front row to remove the siege on the front of the avenue."

The elf Prince ordered.

"Er... Yes, yes!"

The herald Knight quickly knelt down on one knee with a trace of hesitation in his voice.

"What's the problem?" the elf Prince raised his eyebrow.

"No! No!"

"Oh, come on, I'm not a devil." rodriya sighed. "If you have any questions, you can talk about them!"

"Subordinates don't dare, but..." the elf warrior hesitated for a moment and couldn't help but say, "since the war situation has been clear, why take this risk deliberately?"

"Well."

The elf Prince shrugged and his expression became interesting: "Sir, have you ever hunted rabbits?"

"Hunting rabbits?"

"That's right. When I was a child, I often went hunting rabbits with my stupid brother. Of course, most of the time, I was stipulated to only watch one side and not affect my brother's publicity."

"Although I can only watch, I found a certain law - brother fool often set three traps at the same time, deliberately leaving a gap for the rabbit to have a chance to escape."

"At first, I believed the nonsense of adults. I really thought it was because my brother was kind and didn't want to kill too much. But later, I found that most of the three traps couldn't catch a few rabbits, and most of them fell under the arrow of my stupid brother."

"Although his archery is not very good, even compared with the four court warriors, it is simply unattractive; but when dealing with these rabbits, he doesn't even need how to aim; as long as he draws a bow and arrows, he can hit everything."

The elf Prince smiled happily, but a little cold sweat came out of the warrior's forehead.

"Dian, your highness means..."

"If we surround them like this, these imperial people will probably break their tanks and fight with us to the end - although I also believe that the warriors will overcome all difficulties and defeat the enemy; of course, there can be fewer unnecessary casualties."

"Let them live and give them a little hope of 'I can win' and 'living'. Even if it looks like a trap, the desperate people who fall into the water will still not let go of this last straw."

"Then again, real despair is often not the moment when we seize the last glimmer of hope and finally watch it burst."

The elf Prince smiled happily: "then..."

"We can hunt rabbits... Any questions, sir?"

"No, nothing!"

"Good, then go and carry out the order."

"Yes --!"

Looking at the warrior who left in a hurry, the little elf Prince sighed and looked back slowly - there was a standing transmitter dozens of steps behind him:

"I really prefer hunting lions to hunting rabbits."

"Especially... The golden lion!"

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"Dang --!"

At the moment before the long knife approached, the short sword of the grey pupil boy's right hand stabbed out at the same time; The sparks of the collision between the tip and the tip burst in front of lanmalos; With his eyes closed, the count of Huxin city still stabbed the saber of his right hand into the chest of the elf warrior with instinct.

"Poof --!"

In the shrill scream, lanmalos, who turned the saber between his chest and ribs, pulled out the blade with all his strength, and the smelly hot liquid gushed out, which made him lick the wetted corners of his mouth excitedly.

"Thanks!"

As he spoke, lanmalos, wielding a saber, had rushed to the next enemy; Smart, clever and cruel movements are not like a cavalry commander, but more like a fierce beast that looks like a man.

"The problem now is not just to thank!" the clenched Lucian followed lanmalos's action and blocked the enemies on both sides and back for him:

"It's only a matter of time before we die here. Find a way quickly, Lord count!"

"Find a way? Hey hey... It's so unlucky that there's no place to bury. How can there be a good way?" he snorted and smiled at himself, but lanmalos didn't stop his long knife:

"Since there is no way back, what about a dead fight?"

"Can you think of something more reliable?"

"Bang --!"

At the moment when the spear hit the head, they almost turned back and flashed sideways at the same time - Lucian with a backhand sword directly pierced the neck of the spear Elf Warrior; Lanmalos, who seized the opportunity, stepped on the body of the gun, cut off the palm of the gun and took the long gun.

"There is no reliable idea. There is one way to die!"

The laughing lanmalos waved a knife in his right hand and put up his long gun in his left hand, facing the imperial Avenue in front: "why don't we rush all the way and kill them?"

"You're crazy, you're crazy, aren't you?!"

"Maybe, but don't you think there are fewer enemies surrounding us?"

That's right

Although it was only a faint feeling, the grey pupil boy did realize that the positive pressure was much less than just now - the most direct evidence was that he had spare time to cover this desperate madman.

No, it's reasonable to say that all the elite main forces of the enemy are pressed on the imperial Avenue. How can there be a sudden shortage of troops? Can we say

"A trap?"

"Probably." nodded heavily, lanmalos carried the spear on his shoulder: "but don't you think it's worth trying - if we succeed, we can still reverse the battle and turn defeat into victory."

"Yes, but to do so is to jump into the enemy's trap without hesitation, which is no different from looking for death!"

"It's a dead end to stay here anyway. Why don't you die with vigour?"

"Is that magnificent?"

"That's the vigour of the Byrne - you're loyal to a Byrne Duke, and you deserve to die like a Byrne, Ellerman boy!"

Looking at lanmalos's shining eyes, Lucian, who convulsed wildly at the corners of his mouth, simply didn't know what to say.

Because he found himself looking forward to it in his heart.

He died for Lord Loren's victory. He died with great vigour and vitality. Let him always remember this moment... Why does this crazy suicide sound so tempting?

Am I crazy, too?

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The roar of the explosion exploded behind him. The grey pupil boy who returned to reality from a trance saw the expressions of several demon hunters behind him.

And the roar that came with the explosion.

"Long live the black Duke --! Long live Loren Turin --!!"

Duke... Lord Loren is here?!

The shocked Lucian had no movement from the people around him, and his face was full of tension and consternation.

No, absolutely not. Lord Loren hasn't

"Ah, even the Duke has come. It seems that we are not the only madmen in this place!"

Lanmalos, who smashed the skull of the elf soldier with a long gun, grinned and sprayed his face with brains and blood, making his expression extremely ferocious.

"Byrne, kill the enemy with me!"

"To our Duke..."

"Honor --!"