When the first ray of dawn shone on the melting snow, the battle losses of the Sudanese Fourth Expeditionary Force were finally counted.
The leader of the legion, Walter Thatcher, stood in front of the densely piled corpses. This man with a scholar-like temperament had an extremely ugly face, so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water.
"Three thousand people... These one hundred rebels who are worse than pigs and dogs can kill three thousand of my elite soldiers in less than ten minutes?!"
The battle loss ratio was 30:1, and he was beaten by a hundred people until the camp was blown up. The Northern Song Dynasty made people laugh twice when they saw it.
The secretary behind him didn't dare to express his anger when his boss's face turned so dark. But the matter still had to be reported, so I could only speak as quietly as possible:
"Lord Walter, almost all the civilians we captured are dead. If we still need to prepare enough cannon fodder, the siege will need to be delayed by at least a week. After all, there are no villages or towns around Butan City..."
Walter put his hand on his forehead and took a deep breath.
He had long expected that the rebels would make a desperate night attack. The site where the siege ladders were assembled was deliberately brightly lit as a trap waiting for the rebels to fall into the trap.
Walter is well aware of the current strength of the rebel army. There are only a few thousand left, and most of them are veteran soldiers and wounded. If they dared to go out of the city and engage in a decisive battle with the Sultan's 30,000 elite soldiers, they would definitely be defeated.
But Tancheng must be defended even if it is not defended. If the city is lost, how should the rebels resettle the Yangen remnants who follow them?
The only way to defend Butan City in front of the Sudanese army that is pressing down on the border is to destroy the siege ladder and rely on the city wall to fight the Sudanese army in a defensive battle.
The rebels, who were supported by powerful southern powers and were extremely rich, had no shortage of supplies. As long as they could hold on to the city wall, they could continue to fight the Sudanese army, which was short of supplies, until they retreated.
Walter guessed that the rebels must have a secret passage out of the city that could transport troops out of the city. But the number of people will definitely not be large, and the targets they want to attack must be siege ladders and engineers. So he carefully made arrangements, mixed all the cannon fodder civilians into the engineers, and then deployed a large number of shield guards and soldiers, waiting to catch the turtle in the urn and give a fierce game teaching.
I can only guess.
He guessed that there was a sneak attack.
But I didn't expect that the person who came to attack was so powerful.
It's just like you brought sprint and wanted to perform a pull with the opponent's top laner, but found that the opponent's level 1 brought five heads to the line——
The civilians who were used as cannon fodder could not stop them at all. The thirty rebels were like bulldozers, directly threatening Laman and running over them. When the shield guards at the rear received the news, the enemy was already in front of them.
The shield guards were no better than civilians and could not withstand the high-level professionals who had drunk the madness potion. For the first time, the Sultan's iron wall front was broken through head-on.
When Walter received the report from his subordinates, he felt that he had caught a fucking shark while fishing.
The Coyote Adventure Group, the predecessor of the Yangen Rebel Army, is known as the number one adventurer group in the Western Continent. How can the Shield Guards deal with the ruthless man who killed the last royal descendant of Yangen?
Walter finally paid the price for his contempt. He never expected that this group of long-established adventurers would actually be willing to risk their lives for the rebels.
The shield guards who had set up an ambush were almost wiped out in less than three minutes. If it weren't for the wizard Wazi, the siege ladder and engineers who had been building it for two days would have been wiped out in one wave.
What's worse is that the military camp suffered a disaster. The main force of the elite rebel army was not with the engineers, but went to behead them!
Walter's lieutenants and staff died tragically under the gun of the white-haired spearman, and the young generals died in large numbers - if it weren't for the wizard's knightly evil spirit being incredibly powerful and quickly eliminating these one hundred people, The losses will definitely expand further.
But the current losses are enough to make Walter heartbroken.
The three thousand people who died were all Sudanese shield guards or elite warriors from various tribes. The losses of elite soldiers in one night exceeded the sum of the past two months.
Each shield guard is an elite trained by the Sultan with a lot of money, and the tribal warriors are the private soldiers of the royal chiefs. They are extremely precious.
Walter didn't even dare to think about how he would be criticized by the royal chiefs after returning home. If the wealth taken back could not make up for the damage in the war, then he would probably not have a good ending waiting for him.
Thinking of this, Walter's eyes became fierce.
"How many siege engines do we have left?"
The secretary hurriedly replied: "There are 25 ladders and 18 catapults... Only thirteen engineers were killed last night. After a busy night, only two ladders were added..."
"That's enough. Order us to go down and launch the siege as scheduled."
"But..." the secretary gritted his teeth, "Without civilians as cannon fodder, it will be difficult to deal with the frantic rebels, and there are not enough shield soldiers to form an iron wall now..."
Walter said coldly: "There are no elites left in Butan City. It is not difficult to deal with ordinary frantic soldiers. We still have enough people. As long as we get enough loot, even if all 30,000 people die, the chiefs will not It will feel bad... The southerners' assistance to the rebels is far greater than we imagined. What attacked the camp last night was definitely not an ordinary crazy potion. If they are determined to defend the rebels to the death, more supplies will be shipped. If we come here, we have no chance. If the army returns without success and so many elites from each tribe are killed, what do you think the chiefs will do with us?"
The secretary suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Walter has backers in the country, but he does not. If the army is really defeated, the middle-level generals of the army will all become scapegoats and take the blame for the defeat!
"Understood, I'll go mobilize the manpower right away."
After the clerk left, Walter sighed quietly.
"Master Wa Ci, you heard it too. When we attack the city, I'm afraid we'll need your evil spirit's help."
A corpse that Walter faced suddenly twitched strangely, the pale skin on its back wrinkled, and its muscles squirmed to reveal an old face——
"Of course there is no problem. I came here this time to ensure the success of the siege... Jiejie, Jiejie, but you know the price you have to pay, right?"
Walter cursed secretly in his heart, but forced a generous smile on his face: "Of course. Thirty percent of the rebel army's property will belong to the Witch Union."
"Jiejiejiejie...Okay, okay. If you want the evil spirits to attack during the day, you have to prepare some living sacrifices for me. If there is no firewood and curse fire, the evil spirits can't withstand the sunlight——"
"Even Galen."
"Living sacrifice..." Walter frowned, "There may be some civilians captured along the way. I will have them escorted to you."
"No, no... Firewood of that quality is not good. How can a fire be comparable to the brilliance of the sun?"
"Do you want to use soldiers from the army? I'm afraid..."
"Jie Jie Jie, the quality of your soldiers is also not good. If they are the soldiers of the emperor or the kings of the Southern Continent, you can still try, but it doesn't matter." Wa Ci's ugly old face smiled particularly sinisterly, "I found something good The candidate, Jiejiejiejiejiejie..."
Walter was so disgusted by his laughter that his scalp was numb. How did this b-laughter come out?
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"To be honest, it's hard not to doubt...Ahshee!!"
Tadokoro Konno shivered from the cold and wrapped himself in clothes.
The four of them were sitting in front of a campfire to keep warm.
"Everyone's attack was divided into separate camps, but we were besieged by a bunch of people... The temporary tents were distributed to us, and the quilts were distributed to us, and the hot water kettle broke when boiling water. Hide somewhere to blow the wind, by lighting a bonfire and sleeping it can be extinguished three times a night... A sneeze——"
The fat man sniffed his nose and asked suspiciously, "Is there any bad luck among the four of us?"
Peter looked away calmly, his expression was quite innocent: "I think it was Kai, he was the one who attracted the Japs last night."
Kai lay on the ground sleeping soundly. I don’t know if it’s because of his tendons, but this guy is not afraid of the cold at all. His body is like a stove, and it feels warm to the touch and warms the heart.
Peter sighed and looked at the negative 100 lucky attribute in the status bar, feeling numb with regret.
I bought the "Misfortune and Blessing" at 7 o'clock last night. This state of bad luck should be coming to an end.
He never expected that the lucky attribute that was not available in the game could directly affect reality after being projected into this world.
Although he managed to survive without any danger and lost his sword, he was still too careless. How could a profiteer be so kind as to let him have sex for nothing?
If you see something like this that affects luck in the future, you can’t touch it. New regulations must be introduced to strictly ban it!
Harry sat cross-legged in front of the campfire. It was the first time Peter saw Harry, who was completely stripped of his armor. He was very thin, like a Silicon Valley coder.
There was a pile of collected scorched earth in front of him, and he covered it with his hands, feeling something while holding his breath.
These soils are the footprints trodden by that terrifying knight.
"What are you doing?" Fatty asked in confusion, "You've been touching it all night. Jiang Zi likes the original footprints of your savior?"
"Don't make any noise. Brother Harry is exploring the soil there. Looking for dragons and sharing the gold to see the winding mountains. One level of entanglement is a level of barrier..."
Peter now calls Harry brother. If he hadn't put on the magic shield in time last night, he would have broken all his bones.
Harry's detection magic seemed to be paying off. He slowly opened his eyes with a solemn expression.
"Necromantic Alchemy."
"Huh? What?" Tadokoro Konno was confused.
"It's Necromantic Alchemy..." Harry sighed faintly, "Now we're in big trouble."
"Is it great?" Peter asked doubtfully.
"The supreme art in the necromantic witchcraft system, the soul-forging witchcraft that is comparable to ninth-level magic... I originally thought this was just a hypothesis in the wizarding world, but I didn't expect it to be realized."
"So arrogant? Then the siege of the city will be sure to happen later, isn't it?" Peter was overjoyed.
The wizard is one of our own, so is it difficult to prove the level 100 luck value during the siege?
Okay, okay, now I’m happy! The wizard's heavenly soldiers descended to earth, and the people wherever they passed wholeheartedly welcomed him!
Harry shook Kai, who was sleeping on the floor.
"get up."
Kai didn't respond.
Wrong time, wrong place, super erotic, soul returns to spring dream.
"You can't wake him up if you tell him like this." The fat man smiled confidently, and then shouted in surprise: "Madam, you are pregnant, why are you receiving guests?"
"What, a pregnant woman?!" Kai sat up in shock while he was dying, looking around frantically, "Where is the pregnant woman who slipped up? Let me criticize her!"
"Look, aren't you awake now?"
Harry laughed angrily.
"Empty city prostitute, right?" Kai was disappointed and lay back down to catch up on his sleep.
"Don't sleep, we're about to attack the city." It was already dawn, and the Sudanese soldiers around him had begun to assemble in an orderly manner, but Harry felt increasingly uneasy, "What do you think the level of that knight last night was? "
"Master."
As the strongest among the four, Kai has a very high vision. Even the elite rebels who drank the madness potion last night were not enough to make him look at him, but they gave the knight a full of admiration.
"How high?"
"...very high." Kai was silent for a moment, "That knight's condition is not right, he has no shadow, and I only feel a sense of death from him... But he is very powerful, extremely powerful. The way he holds the sword reminds me of Philip's imperial guard captain. It's very casual, but has a majestic and terrifying aura... My teacher told me that only life and death can sharpen this kind of monster, polish it. In the end, it’s the spirit of ascending to the path of kendo.”
"speak English."
"A knight who has stepped into the extraordinary realm."
"Guigui," the fat man took a breath, "can there be a saint hiding in this small western continent? Why haven't I heard that a new crowned knight has been born in the world?"
"It can't be the crown...but it should be infinitely close." Kai Mian recalled the scene where the knight instantly killed five people last night, and exclaimed: "Do you still remember that when he moved last night, even the light was gone?" Being bounced by ripples? This is a characteristic that only the peak powerhouses who have touched the law have..."
"No wonder...Necromantic alchemy requires the medium of bones to serve as curses. It is impossible for ordinary corpses to withstand such a supreme art." Harry stood up and put on the armor again, "I'm afraid that knight It's what the medium looked like when he was alive. Come on, Fatty, I remember that the rebels are all believers of the Sun God... Come with me to dig for something, hope to find it."
"What are you digging for?"
"Tu. We need to guard against that wizard... just in case."
"Why should we guard against that wizard?" Peter wondered, "Isn't he one of our own?"
Harry sneered. He seemed to be very hostile to the wizard: "Necromantic alchemy is activated by life and soul... I feel that the wizard's magic level is just like that. Do you want to activate such a great skill?" How could he be a human sacrifice? I'm afraid that the captured cannon fodder is almost dead and is targeting us."
Kai laughed dumbly: "Are you worrying too much? How can you be so unlucky..."
"Byd, don't raise the flag! Brother, go quickly..." Peter stopped laughing when he heard this, and said with a sad face, "Let's go, I'll dig with you, I'm a civil engineer, I'm good at digging -"
"You and Kai stay here. Wait until the military police come to assign us tasks. Before I come back, you two will drag him away. If we are asked to go to the wizard, then we should find a way to escape. ....”
Harry briefly gave instructions on various arrangements and response strategies.
After hearing this, Peter felt reassured and understood why Kai and Tadokoro Konno both listened to his words. These guys have some ideas and are very thoughtful.
After Harry left with the fat man, Peter saw that it was still a while before it was fully dawn, and planned to ask Kai about the relationship between the secret envoy and the Chinese language.
Unexpectedly, this guy fell asleep again, saying that he had just dreamed of a particularly rare horse lady with four legs, and that he had to go back and continue this dream.
Peter couldn't help but feel that his heart was really big.
When the time came to seven o'clock, the attribute panel was finally refreshed, and the luck value changed from -100 to 100 in an instant.
Peter was on pins and needles during the last period of his misfortune, fearing that some gendarmes would bring two wizards to burn him to heaven, but fortunately nothing happened.
Luck has an impact on reality, but it doesn't seem to be that big. It just makes you slightly unlucky? Peter thought so.
The military police did not wait, but instead the little cook who served breakfast arrived.
The cook is a girl from the fox tribe named Xi'er. She is seventeen or eighteen years old and very thin. The ends of the short black hair look a little yellow due to malnutrition.
Harry's low-quality rum was made with the help of Seele, a girl who was very easy to talk to. There was an ugly scar on her face that almost ran through the entire face. She seemed to have some kind of eye disease. Only the whites of her eyes were extremely scary and there were no pupils. It seems that because of her appearance, she was not bullied in the rogue army and has been working as a maid in the kitchen.
Breakfast consisted of very unpalatable black bread, but because of the preferential treatment given to Team 86 and the reward for their outstanding performance in stopping the rebels last night, a few extra pieces of kielbasa were added.
Peter had nothing to do, so he casually chatted with the little cook Xier:
"Are you also a civilian who was captured?"
Xi'er lowered her head weakly: "Sir, Xi'er is a slave. If the master dies, he is now a slave belonging to the army..."
"What a slave status, the dregs of feudalism. After capturing the city, they should also let you go free, right?"
"Xie'er doesn't know..."
"You are here." A military policeman suddenly came over.
"I've been looking for you for a long time. The wizard asked you to come over."
Peter felt a pain in his heart, wondering if the luck value had changed, why did he have to do all the bad things again? But he still stood up with a normal expression and responded as Harry told him:
"Okay, I'll find the captain and go there immediately. He went to poop..."
"I didn't call you, just wait until the rest of you follow the large army to the city."
The military policeman looked at the bewildered fox girl Xi'er: "I'm calling you, come with me, hurry up!"
