Law of the Devil

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Chapter 234 [Dajie! Alpha's decision!

Even though the Roland cavalry is less than 2,000. Even though they face 20,000 grassland iron rides. But by this time, the comparison of quantities has lost any meaning! On the one hand, the man leaned over the chicken and flew the dog, and on the other hand, the 2,000 cavalry lined up into a sharp triangular central burst through array!

In the midst of the horseshoe, Gaida led the forward of the assault queue, which had easily torn the backs of the prairie men who had broken down into armies, then as if the sharp knife had stabbed the butter, followed by the wave, and hit it hard!

The forward Roland cavalry, the rider in the hand easily stabbed through the grasslands defeated in front of it, and even more so, the horse ran high and down the impact, on the long rider, like a candy gourd stuck three or five prairie men in one breath!

Roland Cavalry armor, combined with impact, yes, the two thousand cavalry became a terrible force and the last straw to crush the 20,000 meadow waves!

In front of Gaida, this guy named Little 250, has already thrown away his riding rifle, he holds a long horse knife in his hand, and every knife passes by, he will have a bloody breath of gas!

After the Roland cavalry behind him had a similar appearance and defeated the array of prairie men, the cavalry threw away the riders who had lost their role, waved the horse knife and harvested the lives of the meadows who fled around them!

The broken grasslands are already powerless to stop the humorous Roland Cavalry, and some chiefs are struggling to keep the horses together, but scattered resistance simply cannot form an effective deterrent!

As Gaida roared, the horse knife in his hand swung out for the last time, but emptied, suddenly feeling the pressure in front of him eased, looking up, but had already rushed out of the prairie army array, not far away, the tall Gilliard Wall was in front of him.

Gaida had blood all over his body, and the armor on his body still had the flesh of a cut prairie man. His helmet had long since been thrown somewhere, and the beard was scattered, like a demon, red-eyed. Then he shouted, turning his horse's head and yelling at the cavalry behind him: "Follow me! Hit it one more time!! ”

The prairie men finally collapsed, and countless prairie wolves began to throw away their weapons. Some simply fled and could not escape, then they fell on their knees and surrendered on the ground.

And the golden wolf head guard was covered in blood. A few Roland cavalry soldiers had just rushed to his side. He had already discovered this prairie man in golden armor. He must have been a head, so he wanted to cut his head off. But the golden wolf head guard, although seriously injured, retained his strength for several tens of cents, and was protected by a few hard-won men. This was the only time the wolf killed him. At this moment he was forcibly dragged onto his horse by several men, and was about to take him away, but he suddenly sprayed his mouth blood, watched the soldier defeat the mountain of 20,000 iron rides, tears coming out of his eyes, and shouted: “I died Shaman Wizard, did not attack the city pool, and broke 20,000 iron rides! Go back to the king! ”

After that, pull out the machete and wipe your neck. A few of his men, like blood, hurried up and hugged him. His hands and feet grabbed the sword of the Golden Wolf's head guard and cried out: "Great Lord Golden Wolf! The eagle leaves its wings for another chance to soar! Your Highness, when you return, ask the King for your sins. Perhaps there will be a chance to lead the troops back to avenge you! ”

Saying, the crowd embraced each other. In the midst of the troubled army, the crowd embraced the head guard of the Golden Wolf and fled to the northwest while in turmoil.

At this moment, the deserted prairie people were being chased everywhere like rabbits, and no one in the rebel army actually found the hundred men's squad defending the enemy's commander fleeing.

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By nightfall, the Roland Cavalry had split into numerous teams and had begun to chase the deserted savannah defeats. After all, 20,000 people are not a small number. Even if everyone gives up their resistance and stands there with their necks stretched out to kill you, it won't be over in a moment and a half.

Gaida this guy, the nickname of the young 250, is extremely energetic, finally took 50 people and chased out a dozen miles all the way, when he came back, from him down, every cavalry horse, hanging tired head!!

However, everyone is half tired and horses seem to be dying.

At the last minute, Robert had already ordered people to move the stones that blocked the gates, and then rushed out into the final pursuit with the last viable army in the last city.

Though the city is full of infantry, with little effect in the battle to chase the prairie cavalry, such an infantry can, on the battlefield beneath the city, kill the enemies who surrender from the harbour and kill the still intransigent dead in situ.

Dewey's body has landed on the wall of Gilliant City.

In the evening, on the battlefield below the city, the battle was near its end, only sporadic screams of slaughter were occasionally heard, and the guards of the angry city of Gilliard, with their long swords, checked back and forth in the body, all the unbroken enemies replenished their swords.

When the last recalcitrant enemy, his head, was cut off, a mad cheer erfully burst up and down the city.

Dewey stood at the top of the city wall, quietly watching the blood flow beneath the city, dead bodies, burning black smoke, over the battlefield either black or red, and between heaven and earth filled with bloody scents.

It's over... this is my first battlefield experience in this world!

In the evening breeze, more than twenty people over the sky dived down and fell under the gates of the city, looking up at Dewey above the city. These magic cadets, these hegemonic tigers, they landed on the ground with their brooms in their hands.

Just now, World War I was the world's first air force virgin battle, and the outcome of the battle is sure to spread all over the continent soon! Until others find an effective way to deal with this new army, the name Heavenly Tiger will be the enemy's biggest nightmare!

Dewey looked at the cadets under the city, who were young and childish on their faces, baptized by the war, had faded green, and everyone's faces were full of perseverance.

Dewey stood on top of the city building and looked down at the disciples of his own family and suddenly did his best to drink out loud: "Well done! Horse Tigers! ”

As if it were a reflex of conditions, more than twenty learners all stood up straight and each raised their right arm slightly upward, answering aloud to Dewey:

“Long live Megatron! ”

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“Megatron?” Knight Robert looked curiously at Dewey.

Dewey chuckled strangely: “It's my battle slogan for the Air Force… Megatron is my leader's code name. ”

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The battlefield inventory resulted in the collapse of 20,000 prairie troops and the death of almost 10,000 of the insurgents on the spot. Almost half of this 10,000 lives were lost in air strikes by the Tigers, and it is worth reflecting on that many people were not killed directly, but by horseshoes of defeated prairies themselves trampled around in the chaos of the air strikes.

Cut off 10,000 enemies and captured 3,000. And Dewey's own side lost only about 1,000 men to the 2,000 Roland cavalry who eventually led the advance. Especially the reinforcements from Nurin province, where more than 500 men of the knight Yalol remain less than eighty.

It appears that Governor Bohan, despite his high degree of political skill, has a realistic ability to teach the army, far less than the iron riding brought out of Lombardon.

Nevertheless, Dewey announced the heavy burial of all the deceased fighters, including the friendly army in Nurin province.

What makes Dewey sad is that twenty-eight magic cadets also lost one. In addition, there were nine injured. But fortunately, under the magic cure, they get better slowly.

It is worth mentioning that one of the injured heavenly tigers, speaking of which was really bad luck, after all, was in a hurry and the flying skills of the heavenly tigers were far from mature. The bad luck of this wounded man, who was in an air strike, did not have time to pull up after the dive, and as a result... he hit the wall of the city of Gillatte and almost broke his neck.

There is one more thing that worries Dewey!

After counting the number of people, one person was found missing!

Alpha!

The Alpha Guard Leader is gone!

The old lord of the Rollins was not found in the body, and Qaeda said he had been seen during the fighting. But after the battle, the former guard chief disappeared!

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Burning sun!

The prairies have never hated the sun so much.

Perhaps even God is against them. It's spring, but today's sun is as hot as summer.

The more than 600 savannah defectors retreated northwest on their way up the wilderness.

The Golden Wolf headguard mounted his weak body on the horse, and the blood on his face had dried up. Condensed into a piece of blood shackle, because the broken calf bone was temporarily attached, but in order to escape, he could only bear to tie himself to the saddle, so as to speed up the horse's run, but in the turbulence, the severe pain in the broken bone, has tortured him for three days and three nights!

Running northwest this way, over the past three days, a number of defeated troops have been gathered along the way, with only a hundred and ten horsemen expanding to more than 600.

But now they can no longer see the slightest bit of the grassland iron ride. Many were unarmed and even fleeing threw away their machetes and were powerless to support them on horses.

What is most intolerable is that they are too small and that most of them suffer injuries. After three days, they dare not pass through the villages and towns and can only try to escape quietly on deserts that are deserted.

Everyone was heartbeat, and the trees were all soldiers, especially the Rolands' flying enemies, who left them with a terrible psychological shadow.

No one drinks, no drugs, no food, even horses can't hold up... For the last three days, horses can only eat some dead grass that grows on the desert. After a long time, a lot of horses can't support it.

Also, for three days, more than a dozen seriously injured people have not been able to see hold on and died on the way home from the escape.

The sun over his head was drowsy, and a prairie cavalry picked up a water bag and poured it hard against his mouth for half a day, but failed to pour out even a drop of water. He cursed in a low voice and threw his leather bag on the ground.

Golden Wolf's head guard dripped blood in his heart and looked at the tragedy behind him. His heart was poisoned by the Duke of Tulip.

Back to the King's Court! Back to the King's Court! Even if the king wanted to kill me, I would have begged him to give me a chance to get revenge! Even let me go into the death camp and kill into the Roland Empire in the future, even if it is a daring horseman in the current battle!!

More than 600 rides are moving forward more slowly, the team is getting longer and looser. Many people who can't support it tend to walk. One of them falls off the horse and can no longer climb.

At this time, the wolves in the blood of savages in the meadows undoubtedly appeared, no one would lift their companions, everyone carefully continued to move forward.

Above the wilderness, right behind a small mountain bag walked by the prairie people, a man quietly climbed up from the ground, a pair of squinted eyes, stared dead at the golden wolf head guard, eyes like a hunter looking at the prey.

Guardian Alpha watched for a while and then sat down, touching the leather bag between his waist and sipping. He's also a little tired.

On the battlefield that day, the golden wolf's head fled, no one noticed, but Alpha saw it.

He could not inform his companions and could only chase them down by himself. But the prairie rider did get it, and Alpha chased it for two days and two nights before finally catching up with the losers last night.

His target is the Golden Wolf Head!

(Today, two chapters of 8,000 words are finished, after a few days, a little tired, today it is 8,000. Be sure to write more tomorrow.

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