: Two Hundred and Forty Thousand Storms

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The strength of the street accounted for almost two-thirds of the remnants of Tyre, and two full squadrons were defeated. More than 1,500 people died in battle, half of them died under Samor's strong crossbow, without the ice wall blocking, Dorok heavy infantry flooded into the street like a tide, and the dense enemies of the street let the Tyre Cry out in despair
"Teton Talis is done!" General Tyr Mattus was covered in blood, clutching a broken cross sword in his hand, and under him was the dense Dorok,
The last dozen Tirchs strangled them together according to the staircase. The narrow staircase became a battlefield of blood. The shields hit by dense spears bumped and the splashed blood stained Mattius’s body. .
This time I was fleeing. The Guardian of Tyre was brave, but there were too many enemies. Kill one. The two rushed up "pulled away one or two spears. The third and fourth spears have pierced the face gate,
Death is not terrible, when Matteus was officially appointed as the garrison of McAllen
Matteus is now worried about the future of the Tyre family. If only the Doroks are inside, the Tyre family may have room to return in the district of Teton Talis. After all, the Doroks will not always It’s not staying here. This is Vickia, not Dorok. The Dorok people want to take a foothold in Wikya. The mainland’s powerful nation, Erdian, will definitely stand up and oppose it.
However, the soldier who had just retired claimed that there were Samos inside, and Matteus was shocked by the news. He leaned breathlessly against the wall, with the screams of warriors fighting in his ears, but he suddenly felt a mirror-like transparency in his heart, and a hypothesis based on reality suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Sazan! It must be a Samor!" Mattius murmured in ashes, and the city of McAllen should have fallen, otherwise there would not be so many troops behind him, and Teton Talis fell again. In the hands of the enemy, half of the territories of the Tyre family had fallen unconsciously, and Tilburg, the center of the family, knew nothing about the emergency.
Even Mattus felt incredible in this situation, and the other party could go north to McKent. In order to come to the hungry Teton Talis? What is there? In addition to hungry people or hungry people?
Matteus was still muttering, feeling bitter in the corner of his mouth. He already knew the answer. He drove the hungry people to Tilburg. The opposing commander is definitely a strategic player. Like having a pair of magical hands, the flick of the finger pushed the Tyre family to the edge of extinction. It used to look like this, like Dylans, like the Isa family, like the noble army, like
"The claws of the Samor Falcon will never fall through" This is the most fashionable proverb of Vickia
Matteus sighed for a long time, remembering a widely circulated poem in the kingdom, arrowheads were his eyes, iron hooves were his steps...
The man who can have such a strategy and strength is the youngest king in Wikkiah who likes to play raids, Dustan the Falcon Marquis.
The raid has always been his style, and each of his battles always starts with a raid! Come with the wind and rain. Walking on the blood, as violent as a storm, leaving his enemies nowhere to hide, this is the poem of the wandering poet, but now Mattius has a new understanding
Matteus, who had been fighting for many years, had to admire the cruelty of Samor’s Fatty plan, attacking McAllen, sneaking into Teton Talis, and driving the victims north; then it must be North McKent, which made Tilburg face the tide of the victims
Matteus can be sure that the fierce and cunning Samor eagle is probably already in Tilburg,
"Is this the end of the Tyre family that dominates the east?" Mattius shook his head in frustration, frustrated. The staircase sounded dense footsteps, and the last Tyre Guard arrived in the pool of blood. Dolock spearmen swarmed.
The winter sun is very warm, and the tent's zenith was opened by the guards to let the sunlight shine into the tent. The guards know that fat people like to take a rest in the warm winter afternoon in winter. There was a ringing sound outside the tent, with a metal sound of swinging armor,
"Captain Isa! Lord Governor is taking a lunch break!" a guard at the door whispered reminded that Isa Molier, who had just returned from the front line, was dusty, and his body mail was muddy.
"Well, I know!" Isamoor nodded pale, opened the fat man's door, and walked in. As the captain of the Governor's guard, Isamoll did indeed enter the tent without notification. Qualified, warm sunlight shines from the top of the tent. Like the rain of light in the sky. The fat man was lying on the bear skin in the middle of the tent. His fat face made him look like a good sleeping baby.
Isamoriel squatted down quietly, sitting quietly on the edge of the fat man, a long silver strand fell from his shoulders, countless small gray dots twirling in the beam of light on the body of the blazing sun. Like the little goddess of love
"Are you afraid of me killing you?" The scary female killer on the battlefield just now was confused. Bai Zhe's slender fingers gently touched the fat man's black head, and the voice was almost like a moan of temptation.
"You won't kill me, because your heart is messed up!" The fat man rolled over on the ground in a low voice. In fact, the fat man was already awake when Isamoll came in. With a keen sense, the fat man could feel Isamoll’s body is not squatting, but has been trembling slightly, it seems that what he encountered Terrible thing, the stubborn Isamolier stayed here until he relaxed his tense nerves
"I almost died just now! The Tyre's catapult killed my horse, and two stone bullets brushed my ears. I thought I was dead!" Isamoll seemed to fall into a nightmare. , A deep moan with an uncontrollable cry,
An unspeakable heart palpitation lingered in her heart. After that crazy madness just a moment ago, Isamoriel always flashed his smashed blood horse in his mind. If it wasn’t his own flash, then the pile of rotten meat was himself,
The goddess of killing is also a human. For the first time, she was so close to death, which made her heart difficult to calm down. When the Doroks occupied the streets, she saw from the eyes of those Doroks that she saw not fear but worship,
A fear like a venomous snake, she used to enjoy this vision before. But now it makes her feel disgusted,
The murderer, the murderer, the strong female killer is, after all, just a mouth-old girl, no matter how strong she is, she also has her own spiritual bottom line. She now only wants to find a thick shoulder to rely on, she first thought of fat,
"This is nothing to inferiority!" The fat man sat up. Let Isamoriel lean on his shoulder, a scent of young girl's fragrance drifted into the fat man's nose, and the fat man stroked Isamoriel's silver long, feeling the warmth still shaking slightly in his hand. The body, the fat man can even feel the heart that is frightened and bumped,
Looking at Isa Mollier who had been crying on his shoulder for an hour, the fat man with sour shoulders secretly cried. Why did the woman cry? The fat man decided to lie for the health of his shoulder.
"Remember the arrow you shot me on the bridge for the first time? I was almost scared of pee pants!" The fat man's voice was low, deliberately a feeling of melancholic memory
"Really?" The innocent female goddess was deceived by the look of the fat man. He lifted from the fat man's shoulder and had a pretty face with crystal tears, and his eyes stared at the fat man with complicated eyes.
"There is a door! Fat people secretly happy, women really like this set, melancholy men are always easy to arouse women's sympathy
"Of course, at that time, your arrowhead almost wiped my ear and shot over!" The fat man saw Isamoll's face in disbelief, and quickly put on a swearing expression. "The reason why I don't kill you. It is because you are the first Someone who almost killed me.
"Bash! Isamo Nail looked at the fat man with a serious look and shouted with a smile. "Fat fat man, who are you cheating, you really don't know me!" If it weren’t for watching my pretty long hair, you must have killed me! , Where else will I take me to Riwa Cheze! "
"How could this be! I'm an honest man!" The fat man looked embarrassed, and he hadn't finished talking yet. Isabelle has stood up and cast a look of contempt on the fat man
"You're honest, you're honestly a wife in Kyoto, a fiancee in Dylans, and a lover in Riwa! You just cheat you.
"I am really
"The fat man's face is embarrassed~EbookFREE.me~ I want to explain a few words," Ghost will believe you! Everyone in Vickia knows that the Samor Falcon is a big pervert! "Isamoriel has left the camp like a cheerful yellow warbler,
"What is this and what!" The fat man was full of grievances, and he comforted his tears, so he was a good old man.
Two days later, the South Army of Samor settled in Teton Talise, and the victims who had not yet left began to gather in an orderly manner, and they were placed in a dozen villages and towns not far from the border of Woche, temporarily assisting the Samor Army to build Unicom On the road to Woche, every jade has food to receive,
There are also some stubborn refugees who have been severely attacked by the Samoan army without persuasion, and most people are willing to go to management. A small number of leaders fled northwards, and the Teton Talis area was completely under the jurisdiction of the southern military jurisdiction of Samor.
Compared with the more successful Samor and Dorok coalition forces going south, the Kujite and Shaman coalition forces in McKent north were not so smooth. They used more drastic methods to rush the victims to Tilburg, and the result was aroused. Several major victims rebelled. The coalition forces brutally suppressed the victims. The bodies of more than a thousand victims were hung on the wooden frame on the roadside, and the whole McKent was bloody. , If you want to know the future, please log in the muscle, more chapters. Support the author, support genuine reading! The sun said the sun is mixed with the sun