And on the other side of the valley.
"How many times have I told you, Mammon, don't rush so far in front! Asmodeus too! What you are responsible for is auxiliary, auxiliary! Do you want to die by rushing so far forward? Leviathan, you are responsible for the flanks, don't catch one by one. , running around blindly! And Belial, please wake up and follow Samael! Damn it, Beelzebub, stop thinking about sucking blood. The wounded on Samael's side need it. Take care of it!"
If it weren't for his telepathic talent that saved George from the embarrassment of shouting and commanding at the same time, George would have screamed until his throat was hoarse by now.
Regardless of the fact that the vampire troops are now unilaterally slaughtering these poor thieves, from the perspective of George at the rear, the entire battlefield can only be described in one word - chaos!
After the initial assassination operation was accidentally disrupted by a wine bottle that fell to the bottom of the valley, George simply took the plunge. Adhering to the idea of "the brave will win when meeting on a narrow road", he commanded the troops to rush directly towards the thieves' camp!
It's a pity that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny.
At the beginning, the vampires did carry out very efficient killing operations according to the division of labor originally arranged by George. However, after nearly a hundred vampires fought from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and then from the bottom of the valley back to the top of the mountain, this group of people had never formally killed anyone before. The second-generation ancestors who have been on the battlefield have gradually exposed various problems: ignoring orders, being lazy, addicted to blood, rushing around, being competitive, and being disorganized, so that the vampires who were supposed to work as a team are now unable to They were fighting on their own like headless chickens, and even the Lucifers who directly belonged to George were forced to join the melee on the frontal battlefield.
"Ahahahaha...Are these the descendants of the strongest vampire army in the Negras Empire? I am laughing so hard!"
Also staying behind, in addition to George, was his newly recruited pharmacist and adjutant Merlin, or in other words, Uther Pandagon.
George's initial tactics were largely discussed with Uther. As the former supreme commander of the Crusaders, Uther naturally knew the old opponents of the Crusaders, the vampires, but what he did not expect was that the vampires under George were so "personalized". In addition to being surprised, Besides, he also laughed extremely loudly.
"shut up!"
George was so angry that he wanted to cover the man's head with a sack. But after a while, after discovering that the instructions sent by his telepathic talent were completely unable to control the out-of-control vampires, George put down his pride and his voice was filled with emotion. malaise.
"Boss, what should we do now?"
"uh-huh."
Uther looked particularly proud. Of course, he knew that the situation was serious, and he had no intention of betraying or embarrassing George at this juncture.
"Just let them go."
"ha?"
George couldn't believe his ears.
"I said, just let them go. I have seen a lot of disobedient and self-righteous New Army troops. To deal with them, just use one trick. When the wind is going smoothly, let them go wild. When the situation fails, their heads will naturally clear up. "
"But when that happens, won't people die?"
Captain George obviously still cherishes his subordinates. After all... everyone has already paid an annual salary of one hundred gold coins in advance.
"Nonsense, how can there be no immortality in war? None of the warriors under my former command were the lucky ones who crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood! Of course, you are right to feel sorry for your subordinates, but you have to wait until the situation fails. , only when they all have their heads clear can you go to the rescue!"
"What if the situation doesn't fail?"
George regretted it as soon as he asked it, because this question was so stupid. As a regiment leader, how could he expect his troops to lose the battle?
Unexpectedly, Uther's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head, cooling his enthusiastic heart.
"Pray that the thieves on the opposite side can show some ability to suppress the bottom of the box. Otherwise, if this battle is won so easily, your men will be like spoiled brats by their mothers. They will have to think about it next time. If you want them to obey discipline and management, you will have to deal with them yourself!"
When Uther was saying this, his expression suddenly changed, and the relaxation on his face disappeared for an instant, and his shrinking pupils reflected the light of the sky on the other side of the valley.
"Captain, it seems your prayers have been postponed! Prepare to fight, I guess these self-proclaimed vampires will need a savior soon!"
