crackling....
crackling....
The night in Hasha Village is as peaceful as ever, with no sounds of livestock or overly annoying scoldings. Soldiers patrol the village with guns on their shoulders. Occasionally they stop to strike a match and light a cigarette. The smoke is beautifully mixed with the cold. The wind is breathed into the lungs together.
In the makeshift command post in the center of the village, Marquis James was lying on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt taken from a villager's house, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. For some reason, he felt a little restless tonight and couldn't fall asleep.
"What a ghost..."
While he was mumbling, he felt an urgent feeling coming from his bladder. He opened the quilt and walked out of the command post. He found a deserted corner and unbuttoned his leather buttons, shivering while peeing.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew, and he screamed and cursed. Then he pulled up his pants, waved his hands, walked out of the darkness, and walked to the well to wash his hands.
There was a thick layer of ice in the bucket, and the wooden spoon was frozen as well. It took a lot of effort for Marquis James to pull the wooden spoon out of the bucket, and then he saw the remaining water stains on the wooden spoon. A layer of ice crystal quickly formed.
For a moment, Marquis James looked down at the barrel with a look of surprise on his face. After a while, he threw away the wooden spoon, ran into the command post, grabbed the thermometer hanging in the room, and walked into the cold wind.
The mercury in the thermometer continued to fall, breaking through the zero point, and slowly falling to the bottom just like the mood of Marquis James.
"Allison! Allison!" he yelled.
Ellison, who was taking a nap against the door frame, heard the call of the commander. He opened his eyes hazy and said hurriedly: "Come on, come on! What are your orders, sir?"
"Go call Dennis and Caiden over! I want to hold an emergency meeting!"
"Now?" Ellison's head was still awake and he asked subconsciously: "Sir, it's only 5:30 in the morning!"
"Do you know what the temperature is now?!"
Marquis James' face was gloomy, and he threw the thermometer into Ellison's arms: "Minus 30 degrees Celsius!"
"Ah..." Ellison said blankly: "It's a bit cold...I'll add some more firewood to the stove..."
"idiot!
! "Marquis James roared: "Minus 30 degrees Celsius means the river will freeze!
! There will be holes in our previous line of defense! Go call Dennis and Caiden over quickly! I want to rearm my defenses!
! "
"Yes Yes!"
Ellison shrunk his neck, turned around and ran away. He ran very fast, but he still couldn't erase the uneasiness in Marquis James's heart.
He knew why he couldn't sleep.
It was too quiet tonight. Because of the cold, even the hounds bred in the army hid in their dens. Their noses lost their function in the extremely cold environment and were unable to detect the enemy's movements.
if...
Marquis James shuddered as he looked at the village, which was completely silent and everyone was asleep.
If the enemy chooses to attack at this point...can they stop it?
He made such a serious mistake that it took him a whole night to realize the seriousness of the problem.
The Second Group Army is dispersed and deployed, but no one is monitoring the river. This is an excellent opportunity for the enemy. Once the enemy has a sufficiently skilled general, he can lead the cavalry to launch a surprise attack on the command post...
The consequences could be disastrous!
The defense deployment has been completed, and the position of the defense line cannot be changed within two or three hours. Marquis James can only place his hope on the enemy's neglect of weather factors. With a tense face, he looked at the dense and dark night in the distance, and kept praying in his heart.
But what he feared most happened. On the hillside in the distance, dots of fire suddenly lit up. They were torches. Then the ground began to tremble faintly, and a long river composed of torches rushed towards the village like a torrent. Getting closer... getting closer...
"Alert! Alert! The enemy is coming!
! "
Marquis James took out his pistol and fired it into the sky. The sleeping soldiers were awakened by the gunfire. They hurriedly put on their boots, put on their coats, picked up their rifles and rushed out of the house. Before they had time to see the enemy clearly, Bullets shot out one after another and penetrated their bodies.
"Fuck me! Fuck me!
! "
Marquis James retreated while issuing orders. He recognized the cavalry. They were brave and fighting Cossacks. Their black cloaks were like the scythe of death. They had arrived at the edge of the village.
"Don't panic! Form a two-row line formation! No! That's not right!" Marquis James was in a state of confusion. He was thinking quickly about the knowledge taught by the military academy. "You cannot use a two-row line formation! This is not an open area! Look for it! Shoot the enemy cavalry from cover!”
"Father...where is the priest of the church?!"
Amidst the screams of the soldiers, Marquis James thought of the priest who accompanied the army. This was his last and biggest trump card. As long as he could use magic to create immortal warriors, he would definitely be able to defeat the enemy!
This is also true. The priests accompanying the army walked out of the house and used magic without hesitation. The bright and bright rings opened the realm of immortality, covering their own soldiers very selectively.
"Crush the enemy formation!"
Katerina threw away the loaded pistol, pulled out the long knife from her waist, and pointed at the priests who were accompanying the army around Marquis James: "Kill the priests first! Onufri, Raffl, you stop the enemy from returning reinforcements! Everyone else, follow me!"
The well-trained 15th and 19th Cavalry Regiments immediately dispersed and rushed into the alleys under the command of Onufri and Raffl to block the soldiers who wanted to return to the command post and rescue Marquis James.
Katerina led a cavalry force into the heart of the village. Although the densely packed houses could block the cavalry charge, they could also block the enemy soldiers' bullets, preventing them from exerting the full power of their rifles.
The soldiers only fired two shots, and Katerina rushed in front of them with the cavalry. She swung her bright sword and cut off the right hand of a priest. Just as the scream was about to be heard, another long knife slashed Off his head.
This was a cavalry team that had fully charged forward. The soldiers were unable to stop their offensive. In the blink of an eye, corpses were everywhere, and the accompanying priests also suffered heavy losses.
As the primary target to be killed, the priests who accompanied the army became the missing ones. They had the protection of the immortality realm, but the premise was that the magic could be activated normally. If the arm wearing the gold ring was lost, the immortality realm would naturally collapse.
Siluke
The sound of horse hooves and screams resounded from all directions, and flames shot into the sky. The Cossack cavalry threw torches into the houses, igniting the wooden buildings, leaving Marquis James and others with no way to escape or retreat, and had no choice but to choose Fight to the death in the middle of the road.
This was a devastating battle. The cavalry were eating away at the chaotic soldiers like tigers and wolves. In the raging fire, the soldiers had nowhere to go. Enemies were everywhere they looked. Their slender rifles were useless and could not stop the enemy at all. Charge over and over again.
"Marquis James."
A priest accompanying the army pulled Marquis James and kept retreating under the protection of the soldiers. He said quickly: "You have failed. Let the soldiers withdraw."
"Withdraw?" Marquis James roared: "How to withdraw?! The situation is out of control!
! "
"We also have a magic that can help you reverse your decline, but..." the priest accompanying the army said solemnly: "That is a magic that attacks indiscriminately. If the soldiers are not allowed to retreat, I am afraid it will cause huge casualties."
"casualties..."
Marquis James smiled bitterly and said: "Open your eyes and take a look, Father, our casualties are already heavy enough, the enemy is unstoppable, the command post is finished... You and I may become their prisoners."
"I understand. Since you think so, I won't care about anything anymore."
The priest nodded, walked forward with several priests who were dressed differently from the priests who activated the eternal realm, and slowly raised the arm wearing the gold ring:
"The Realm of Death."
