Chapter 510: Xingxing Lake decisive battle (11, extreme violence)

Relative to the cheers of the Emperor Daying. But the Orc Camp was completely silent.
Sullivan, the young chief of the Silver Wolf tribe, rode his war wolf and led his knights into the camp slowly.
At this time, the half-orcs on both sides of the road had already greeted them, intending to use a warm cheer to welcome these brave warriors who came here for reinforcement without hesitation.
But at this time, they watched these cavalry abandon their besieged companions, and fled back in disgrace. They all cast strange glances at the moment, and they couldn't help whispering.
"I heard that the Silver Wolf Cavalry is very powerful?"
"Yes. I heard that they hit this and that before, they were so prestigious."
"Huh, it turns out that they were just rats carrying guns, and they were in their dens."
"I didn't expect that these wolf cavalry would only bully their own people, they would pee their pants as soon as they met humans..."
"These cowards."
"Soft egg..."
That whisper, like a plague, spread.
All kinds of whispering curses and taunts are like sharp swords, and they will definitely fall into Sullivan's ears.
Then I heard that the soldiers who were surrounded by the human race were still shouting and fighting, even when the death came, they still burst out unyielding roars. He felt his heart almost pierced with a knife, dripping with blood.
He couldn't help holding the axe in his hand tightly. The blue veins in the hands that were held straight were violent, and the whole body was trembling like fallen leaves in the wind.
For a moment, he even wanted to roar, desperately leading his troops back to the rescue, but seeing the powerful emperor group obviously had expected this.
They made preparations one step in advance, and deliberately separated a group of elite cavalry, and they flew with a sword not far away, ready to immediately meet the reinforcements out of the camp.
Looking at the human being in absolute superiority, even if he is an idiot, he knows that he will go for reinforcements at this time, but he will treat the army like evil dogs as fat, and eat it bit by bit.
The only thing Sullivan could do was lower his head silently, but despite this, the shouts of the surrounded companions, the sneers and mockery of the orcs in the camp, still got into his ears.
An unprecedented frustration enveloped him, and at the same time, he was also severely tortured by a strong sense of humiliation.
As one of the best warriors on the grassland, Young Patriarch Sullivan has never escaped whether he is facing a roaring lion or a ferocious wolf pack.
This time he sent troops and led five thousand elites in the clan. He was also inspiring, thinking about making contributions and making great achievements in the grassland.
but. Right now, as soon as he came out of the division, before he had time to make a contribution the size of his fingernails, nearly two thousand comrades in the battlefield were blood-stained and corpses were fertile.
They were all excellent warriors on the prairie, and the reason why they died here in vain was all due to mistakes in their command.
All this is my responsibility~!
His heart was plunged into deep self-blame.
Under this kind of self-blame, seeing the sad and indignant gazes of the soldiers next to him, he thought it was accusing him of incompetence, and he almost couldn't lift his head in shame.
At the same time, he felt a deep shock in his heart~!
The reason why I had such a major failure, the cause of all this...
The cause of all this is just a small mistake.
At the beginning, Vichin and Torek asked the human scouts to be captured alive and then brainwashed and put them back. But he killed them all.
It was just this small mistake, but then the army of the human race swarmed like a pack of wolves smelling blood.
Roundabouts, magical attacks, forwards entice the enemy, rear encirclement... a series of military operations, interlocking and continuous. He didn't even have time to react, let alone any effective counterattack.
The result is under their constant blow. I can only run away, run away, and run away like a rabbit.
And even this kind of escape is extremely fast, as long as it is a little slow for the first half of a step, these elite wolf cavalry will be surrounded and annihilated by them, and even a little scum can't be left.
This young half-orc never had the kind of pretentious and invincible second-generation ancestor before the war, but was sullen, and kept his head down in shame and said nothing. Like a bereaved pup
Witchin and Torek looked at them, and their hearts moved slightly, and they sighed secretly: This young man is really the same as himself~! The only difference is that I wake up too late. A mistake becomes an eternal hate, and then I look back, when I want to regret it, but it is already too late, too late.
Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand and patted Sullivan on the shoulder, and comforted: "Young people look a little away~! Don't forget, what we are facing is..."
Having said that, he stretched out his hand and pointed towards the huge eagle flag in the direction of the human camp, and then continued: "We are facing the empire's'Flying Eagle War God'~! One of the greatest commanders of the human race.
Some people even commented that that man is the greatest commander of the human race, and there is no such ‘one’. "
Sullivan was shocked.
At the beginning, he led the army with great vigour, and he wondered why the ‘Flying Eagle and God of War’ were blown out by humans.
What are the skills of the weak, weak fellows of the Human Race? A half-orc can easily defeat fifty humans.
What's more, now he still carries five thousand silver wolf cavalry. You know, they are called the elite in the prairie~!
Don't look at how powerful the "Flying Eagle and God of War" are played by those humans. I'm afraid that as soon as the grandpa Sullivan arrives, he will raise his hands and kneel down and beg for mercy.
What kind of God of War, maybe seeing the five thousand silver wolf cavalry led by Uncle Sullivan, he was already scared.
And now, after being severely taught by the Emperor Group, he now knows what terrifying strength this radiant name represents~!
At this moment, I listened to Witchin and Torek continuing: "Under his command, the attack of the Imperial regiment is like mercury leaking into the ground.
They are like the most ferocious wolves on the prairie, as long as they catch the slightest weakness, they will be besieged immediately.
As a commander, you must remember that there is absolutely no negligence.
Sullivan, take it as a lesson~! "
"Lesson??" Sullivan felt sad, he raised his head and hissed: "My two thousand elite cavalry is just buying a lesson."
Witchin and Torek had a bitter face, and said, "Two thousand cavalry, you can buy a lesson. Let you pick up your arrogance and know that there is a sky outside the world, and there are people outside the world. This is already good."
Sullivan saw the wry smile on his face. I was stunned for a moment, and then I remembered the lesson that the patriarch in front of me had lost all his old books. In contrast, he only lost a half of his cavalry, which is already a great blessing.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help letting out a long breath. Although it feels a bit strange, it is undeniable that he feels much better.
But then, when he realized this feeling, he felt a little ashamed of it.
He didn't know. This is also the instinct of all intelligent creatures. As long as you see that someone is more unfortunate than you are, you will feel more comfortable in relative terms.
Witchin and Torek saw the volatile expression on Sullivan's face, how could they not know what the young man was thinking.
But after a catastrophe, he paid such a tragic price. He has matured a lot now, and he is no longer the arrogant, overbearing patriarch who could not tolerate the slightest scorn of others.
Therefore, although Witchin and Torek still had some sorrow on their faces, they immediately laughed at them, and when they raised their heads, their faces were already pale and clear, and they no longer cared about them.
At this time, those patriarchs, chiefs, and priests who were holding emergency meetings in the big tent, the shamans also got news.
In any case, this is five thousand elite silver wolf cavalry, a powerful force that cannot be underestimated, so all the big guys came out to greet them.
Pacheringen, Patriarch of Pollack, thinks that he has the strongest strength and the most hope to become the commander of the Allied Forces. He is unceremonious at the moment, taking the lead and taking the lead.
Next to him, Patriarch Dural of the Palev tribe is a half-orc, and he has not read such great works as human politics.
However, relying on his rich years of struggle experience, he also deeply knows that politics is nothing small. It's like when you're walking, who's going to the front. When standing, who is in the middle, etc., etc., the subtle trivial matters of this department best show who is the leader and who really has the right to speak.
Therefore, he did not show weakness, from time to time to grab one step or two steps, so that he can lead Parklingen.
Beside them, the Barindona Chief of the Terval tribe was one step behind, but he walked secretly beside them while stinging them.
As long as it is who wants to go one step further. He will immediately appear loyal and follow the person behind him, and then use his big feet to step on the heels of the opponent's heels and drag them back.
Sullivan saw that all the big men greeted him, he hesitated. According to his father's explanation before coming, at this time, the young patriarch should be standing above the wolf, as a half-orc savior, condescending. Talk to these big guys.
But as soon as I got out of the battle, I didn’t catch my fart, I was beaten up by the Emperor Group, and I lost my spirit. It is estimated that if I play there again and pretend to be a cow 13, maybe the big guy will be saving three. Yue stomped heavily on the cow dung pile, then dragged the stinky shoes, and used the soles of the shoes to slam himself to death.
Therefore, he made a decisive move and jumped off his war wolf, but only jumped off, and then stood on the spot, looking at them coldly, waiting for the opponent to come to greet him.
At this point, you still have to make enough gestures. His every move now represents the Silver Wolf family, and he can't be careless.
As a Di ethnic group, a country, attitude is always an expression of strength.
No matter what the situation is, you must be tough enough. If you catch up too much, it is a sign of weakness, and will be considered by others as insufficient strength and will be underestimated by them. Then do everything possible to take advantage of yourself.
In this cruel world where the weak and the strong eat, once they show weakness, they will be targeted by other beasts, and in the end there is only a dead end.
At this time, Parklingen had come to the front.
He opened his hands and walked over with a false smile on the wrinkled old face.
No matter how far away Sullivan is, he can feel the enthusiasm coming from him.
Parklin was very far away from him, and he was already crying and shouting: "Is it my cute little Sullivan? Welcome you. Hurry up, let Uncle Parker look at you, how long is it now? How old is it?"
His voice was extremely high, and he heard from afar in the camp, as if he was afraid that others would not know his close relationship with the Silver Wolf clan.
The Palev chief Dural also took a step, took Sullivan's hand, and said: "As soon as we received the news, we hurried out. You have had a fierce battle with the puppies of the human race.
I have dealt with them, and those guys are just like crazy dogs. As long as they take a bite, they will bring a large piece of flesh.
How is it, is it hurt? Does it matter? "
While talking, he kept looking at him up and down. It seems that he is Sullivan's goddad—because his father is often not so considerate and affectionate.
What he said was extremely level. At first it was warm and caring, and then unabashedly violent, saying that he had also suffered Lorraine's losses, so that the other party felt that they had a common language. Suddenly narrowed the distance.
Sure enough, Sullivan was already moved and almost tears in his eyes. The original frustration and humiliation were almost wiped out.
Yes, Witchin and Torek are also prairie eagles, a generation of outstanding people, but they were wiped out by that man. Dural is also known as the ‘Red Fox’ cunning and deceitful, and even they have suffered from that person’s losses. In comparison, he has only lost less than two thousand people, which is nothing.
It even said that if he didn't see the opportunity quickly and command properly, maybe the whole army would be wrapped in a leek and carrot pizza with half orcs stuffing.
Thinking of this, he was almost contented, as if what he had just fought was not a defeat, but a victory.
Immediately afterwards, Chief Barindona of the Terval also came over, complaining at first, saying: "Why don't you say hello in advance when you come this time? At least contact me. This way, Maybe there is a response? Look, what's the result?"
Sullivan’s trauma had just improved a little under the warm words of those two big men. At this time, listening to Barindo’s cool words, he felt like he was torn apart with a vise. The same, it is painful again.
A flash of fire flashed in his eyes, but before Ballindo was aware of it, he immediately lowered his head.
Although the other two patriarchs just wiped their lips and said they were affectionate, in fact, Balindona was the closest to the Silver Wolf clan. Therefore, he came up to lean on the old man and complained for a while, and Sullivan could not say much.
But this young patriarch quietly backed away half a step, and distanced himself from Ballindona.
The two nearby looked in their eyes, exchanged a glance at the same time, and made a comment to Sullivan at the same time: small-minded, young and energetic, and ignorant, is a shallow person who is completely inadequate to achieve success~!
At the same time, they also became more affectionate, and kept warming up to Sullivan.
Ballindona was also keenly aware of this situation, but at the moment he didn't say anything, but a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
Because his relationship with the Silver Wolf clan is indeed very good, but compared to the young patriarch Sullivan, he prefers another young patriarch of the Silver Wolf clan-the silver wolf clan patriarch Card and his sister. The young patriarch who was still a little young.
At this time, the rest of the patriarch shamans next to him also gathered around and kept greeting and inquiring.
In contrast, they are more concerned with practical issues.
Something like ‘Are there any other reinforcements?’, ‘I’ve come all the way, I’ve seen a few imperial teams’, ‘how did you come here, their army is not tightly surrounded by them’...
It's just that everyone is an old world. When speaking, they are not so direct. They just give a sideline, but Sullivan doesn't doubt that he is there, and all answers at the moment.
When everyone heard that the emperor on the west side was not strong and could easily come over, they couldn't help but be overjoyed. Then carefully exchanged a meaningful look with his close friends.
Although I didn't say it clearly, everyone knew what this meant-the defense on the west side was not strict, and if we really couldn't beat it by then, we could take our wife and children, lead the old sow, and escape from there~!
Everyone got the information as they wished, and at the moment they all offered their condolences to Sullivan politely.
What ‘does it matter’, ‘be careful with that person. Otherwise, you will suffer. ’
At this time Parklingen also coughed slightly, and said: "Sullivan, you can't blame us this time. Although we also received news in advance that we were aware of the movements of those human puppies, but..."
At this time, I heard a voice interrupted him unceremoniously, saying: "Since I have noticed the enemy's movement and also saw our flag, why not send troops to rescue him? If you are flanked by both sides, maybe you are surrounded now. It’s those human cavalry~EbookFREE.me~ they should be crying now~!"
Parklingen was overjoyed right now. The reason why he mentioned this matter, he wanted this sentence.
He immediately slapped his thigh and said, "Yeah~! Why not? There are still people who understand. Why did we not send military reinforcements? It is not because everyone is dragging each other's backs, and the eyebrows are burning at this sight. In the end, there is no choice. Out of the leader~!
Everyone is just chatting here~!
You said, if I had become the leader of the alliance, I would have sent troops out for reinforcements before the first time..."
He raised his head as he spoke. After seeing the person in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but stunned for a moment, and said in a trembled voice: "Vichin and Torek?"
The people next to him were also in an uproar.
Witchin and Torek are now more and more popular.
He looked at everyone coldly and said: "There is no leader? I, the leader is here, what else do you choose?"