Chapter 1123: Bellion's War

The group of fat pigs who did not listen!
Fezell looked up at the sky, at this time it was overcast with clouds, and it was about to snow, but his monarch and other great nobles who came to oversee the war were determined to fight immediately.
Fighting against the snow is actually not a very rare thing. According to the current situation, there will be a heavy snow next!
He has lived for so many years. He has seen wars fighting under the snow, but he has never seen wars fighting under the snow.
The group of fat pigs didn't even understand how to fight, so they pointed their fingers in the name of "war of war", and now they are still fighting offensively. He really does not know what to do next to win this war.
Drow elves have bursting muskets, even though they have dozens of transcendents, but drow elves are themselves an extraordinary race, and there is magic in their blood, even if they are ordinary drow elves, their physical coordination Sex and strength are also stronger than ordinary human soldiers.
Despite their large number, the war is about morale.
The social structure of the drow shows that if their leader is not killed, their army will not collapse, but the human army is different. As long as the death and injury have reached a certain level, the soldiers may run away.
During the offensive battle when the snow was flying, the nobles' brains were broken.
Just as Fezer was slandering, the horn of the assembly sounded.
Standing in silence for a while, he walked sullenly and walked towards the gathering place.
Next, if you let him see the possibility of defeat, he will definitely escape, he will not care about the life and death of that group of guys, victory in this war is not important to him, nothing Your own life and family's life are important!
His territory is not far from here. As long as he seizes the time, he should be able to escape from Moore Business Federation with his family and the wealth accumulated over the years before Prime Minister Lowe reacted.
At that time, he fled directly to the Principality of the Winds of Sorrow, and his hand of the emperor could not reach there. As long as he could escape there, he was safe.
The soldiers walked out of the camps, some with a body of alcohol, and some stumbled while wearing shoes while running in small steps.
When Fezer arrived at the meeting place, he found that he was the first knight who was well-dressed and came here, and the rest had not yet appeared here.
Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but swear in his heart. The soldiers in front of him came from more than a dozen territories. If they were just released, they might be regarded as good soldiers, but if they were put together, they would be a group of people.
Without a unified command, this is very fatal, so when he and Marcus led the army in combat, they were in charge of each, so as to avoid the occurrence of command disorder.
The method of commanding the respective armies is only applicable to small wars, but it is not applicable to wars of this scale.
If he didn't expect it, then there will be chaos in the command, maybe they can beat themselves without the drow elf.
However, Feizer did not intend to stop it. Anyway, he had made plans to escape. The more chaotic the battlefield, the greater the chance of his escape.
And as other knights with common military knowledge, they should also know what will happen next. Even if he does not remind, they should try their best to avoid it.
Unfortunately, that is useless!
From the moment they decided to integrate all the troops they brought together, the ending was already doomed.
Even if the army from which family only follows which flag, how should their master direct them in the chaotic battlefield?
Standing in the cold wind, Fezer sneered.
The soldiers and knights slowly gathered together, and the nobleman who came to ‘supervise’ also appeared in front of the soldiers, but to their disappointment, the soldiers did not cheer for their presence, and their morale soared.
"Gather! Gather!"
The knight's attendants stood behind the knight carrying the family banner. Most of the knights present had a title above the baron. When they appeared, the smile on Fezer's face became even more contemptuous.
He saw several knights standing behind the Duke of Norway, and if not what he expected, those knights all had hereditary knighthoods-unlike Marcus.
Because Marcus and his family are quite stupid, even if the Duke of Norway does not give them any rewards, they can get their allegiance, but other people are different. If they don’t receive the rewards, they may be at any time. Break away from the Novi family.
Only the crying child has milk, and Marcus and his family are the child who will not cry.
The army suddenly became noisy, and after hearing the soldiers' words, Fezer was stunned.
Snowing!
He looked up sharply and saw the white snowflakes falling from the sky.
It's too late...
Fezell shook his head silently. If it snowed before the army assembled and the nobles arrived, there might be a small probability that the fat pigs would change their minds, but it is too late now.
As if he didn’t hear the noise of the soldiers, the expressionless Prime Minister Lowe turned his head and asked the knight behind him, "Can you go?"
Hearing this, Fezer only felt cold.
Even though he knew the virtue of this group of guys from the beginning, he couldn't help but take a light breath when he really felt their cold blood.
As a former mercenary, he thought he had seen enough, but he did not expect that this group of big nobles was far colder than he thought.
They want to directly push this group of soldiers to death!
As the snow fell from the sky, the wind blew up, and the knight standing behind Prime Minister Rowe looked black, tangled for a moment, and after seeing the disgruntled look on the face of his own emperor, he sighed and said helplessly: " It's ready to go..."
"Let's go!"
The mighty and scattered army came out of the camp and walked in chaos to the town ahead.
Fitzer rode on the horse, followed the army slowly out of the camp, until now ~EbookFREE.me ~ He had never said a word.
In the eyes of others, he did not dare to say a word because he had fought a great defeat before.
Fezer will not care about these boring things. In his eyes, most of these people will die in this battle. Maybe until the drow elves have continuous firearms, they will not lead the way, but in order to command Army, they are all riding on horses!
These guys may not know how much the dwarves and gnomes have improved the manufacturing process for making burst fire rifles, or how effective the range of burst fire rifles is. Although he doesn’t know it himself, he knows that riding on a horse They are just a bunch of targets.
If they continue to ride on the horse, they will be named, but if they dismount, the command will inevitably be chaotic.
This war was doomed to failure from the beginning. From the moment the group of great aristocrats took command in the name of ‘war of war’, Fezer had already seen the end of the war.
If the transcendents under the nobility can not be fearless, then this war will inevitably fail.
However, how many people are really willing to sell their lives to that group of nobles?
Fitzel's gloomy glance passed the knights' upright backs, sneering.
There was so much noise here that the drow elves should have discovered it already, or that from the moment they released the news, they were already mentally prepared.
...No, it should be ready for war!
This war is unavoidable, and since they dare to do so, they should also be prepared to deal with ‘legends’.
Therefore, Feizer is not optimistic that they can win this war on their side...
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