Chapter 1364: Style and manner

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The hunting goddess was calm and expressionless, her eyes staring slightly coldly at the other party, waiting for the troops to reorder.
No matter how fast the infantry fled, it would not be faster than the cavalry.
Unless ... after a calm expression, there suddenly appeared in her mind a person who was itching her teeth but could not laugh. It is not that there are players who run faster than the cavalry on two legs.
"Leader, don't we ... continue to pursue?" Some captain asked, he would like to question the top player in the national costume, and it is the way to win by martial arts.
The opponent obviously did not have the power of a battle. Although there was some trouble in his own side, he could get a result by drawing a team of 100 riders. With one hundred troops and seven hundred elite players, the annihilation can be counted as a victory or can be established in the case of an ambush.
But thinking of the aura of the first player of the national goddess of hunting, the captain of the interrogation tried to keep his tone as humble as possible. Maintaining a gentleman's style in the presence of beautiful ladies is the proper temperament of a romantic nation.
The goddess of hunting said lightly: "The remaining troops did not choose to flee the city for two reasons."
There are no explanations for the two reasons, but the players who can talk directly with her belong to the leadership of this battle. Maybe they are not high-end players, but there will never be players without brains.
The enemy's remnant troops chose to flee in a small, not-so-distant hilly area.
At the reminder of the hunting goddess, the questioning captain looked hesitantly at the direction of the opponent's hills, and hesitated, "Where is the next ambush point?"
The hunting goddess smiled and waited more leisurely. Waiting for the other party to join, and then launch a wave of charge.
When people are in a hurry, they will subconsciously perform the most secure behavior. Although there is a command in the battle, what if the commander also fails to respond in the unexpected rhythm of the battle?
She has confidence in her commanding ability.
There is still some time for the glory craving effect of the charge. Of course, the cavalry charge must strike toward the crowded crowd to cause the most damage.
"What if it's a bait?" Someone asked.
The sight of the goddess of hunting is usually ahead, and the expression is gradually light and cloudy, and the confident style of the eyes is bright and bright. Behind the scenes, the captain Vincent threw a heartbeat, and for a while he couldn't look away, and was enchanted by the flamboyant flew.
Everyone in the team looked at her in the field of vision and suddenly became cheerful.
Even if the EU has the confidence to make a big effort and use four to one elite players as bait to entice them to go deep, the best fighting force of 3,000 units under their own forces is the best example.
Even if there is an ambush, it is just another anti-ambush battle. Although it will cause some aesthetic fatigue, it will not have such a strong impact of victory.
The technical staff also affirmed: "Unless there is an absolute number of forces of scale, it will pose a threat to Ms. Artemis' leading strike force, and a large number of forces want to sneak, it is a very difficult condition."
The implication is that regardless of any subsequent ambush, it is a paper tiger.
Wenterson was stunned by the national first beauty player's demeanor: "If conditions can be met?"
"That's impossible." The technician laughed. "There is no perfect setting."
Vincent awoke from his intoxication and slowly nodded. It is impossible for the system to have a large-scale system of power to achieve the perfect stealth effect. In that case, how can we fight the lord, everyone will hide the shaman. Not only is the setting not allowed, it is also against reality.
No matter how clever the commander in chief, it is impossible to command a large number of troops to hide their tracks, only to achieve perfect stealth in targeted actual combat.
This is a game. Everything is based on data. The existence of skills does not allow perfect sneaking in the so-called actual combat. The scouts no longer need to instruct them to chase the opposing forces in a fan-type manner to conduct enemy situation investigation and feedback.
"System prompt: The army player [rythem] you commanded was killed by an unknown army!"
A killing reminder suddenly came out, and in the case of French troops not moving, such a killing reminder was so dazzling. Immediately afterwards, the killing tips were refreshed, and the technician frowned: "All our scouts have been killed!"
The sight of the hunting goddess was still ahead, and a dazzling team emerged from the sneak.
"The number of troops visually estimated at about 300 units is judged to be very sophisticated from the equipment standard, and from the completeness of weapons and equipment, at least special arms of the 6th level." Technical staff quickly reported.
The shiny armor is like the silver base heavy infantry in medieval French fantasy novels. The whole body is armed with Mithril armor, and even the eyes are covered by a fine metal net. A pair of silver pedestals can weigh up to six hundred pounds. They can be armed soldiers and have such tight defenses. The only role on the battlefield is to advance, block and push all forces.
Equipped with a three-meter long carbine, judging from the standard, it is indeed an infantry unit that can restrain the cavalry to a certain extent.
"It's a pity." Mirante stood out. "Please introduce yourself. I'm the highest war commander and I'm an Ottoman server.
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