Who says knights can't backstab

Chapter 522 Backfires
The pale sky lit up from the northwest hillside of the mine, and the fog of war that had been churning for most of the day dissipated, and the dawn light fell on the mine, shining on the soldiers who were leaning together tiredly and sleeping with their heads down.

Unbeknownst to the soldiers, the earth elemental mages almost blocked the entire underground tunnel, completely cutting off the possibility of follow-up undead support.The invasion of the Amathir Nature Guards and the Silver Blade Knights established the victory of this mine battle.

Looking around, the ground is full of the bones of the undead.If all the outer armors on them were stripped off, there would be at least two or three thousand pieces that could still be used. Together with the remaining weapons, they would be enough to arm a large number of troops.

These armors and weapons produced in the abandoned dungeon under the extreme northern plain are of excellent quality, and they have a good effect on the armor produced by the Siliki army from the dryads and dwarves.Even the leather armor of the petrified monitor lizard became tattered and could no longer be used.

Cyril sat on the high slope, looking at the messy battlefield below.

He chatted with Mia in the middle of the night, and listened to Miss Mage about the things that hadn’t happened for so many days, from encountering the North Wind Crusaders, to detouring the Frost Iron Plain, to Atsk’s impromptu decision-making layout, borrowing the knife-wielding skeleton Delaying the rhythm of the undead...

The ballista and cannon carts of the North Wind Crusaders, the cloud-piercing arrows of Memphis, the volleys of the archers, the final counterattack, and the huge waves she made herself—although she only took a few sentences to explain it. That's it for the paragraph that's relevant to me.

But now, the mage beside him was half curled up, like a sleeping cat, leaning against his thigh, her long brown hair was scattered smoothly, blocking her fair side face.The pendant hidden on the chest slipped outside and fell on the snow. The blue orca's tears turned into a transparent stone. Cyril stretched out his hand to pinch it, and could still feel the warmth and coolness above it.

Although she also wanted to hear what happened to Cyril, she was too tired to hold on, and being able to last until dawn was already her limit.

Cyril looked down in a daze, and there was a sound of rustling footsteps in his ears.He looked to the side, but Azi Ke, who was wearing a tattered ordinary leather armor, was walking with a tired body, his face was full of tiredness, and there was a cut on the side of that clear and handsome face.

He seemed about to open his mouth to shout, but when he approached and saw Mia lying on Cyril's lap, he immediately lowered his voice, nodded slightly to Cyril, and whispered: "Lord Lord."

"Thank you for your hard work." Cyril nodded in the same way, "Did the statistics come out after the war?"

"Almost, we killed probably..."

"Just tell us our battle damage." Cyril interrupted him.

"Battle damage." Atzke hesitated for a moment, and continued, "Casualties are less than expected, but the reduction of shield soldiers and halberd soldiers is still serious. Counting the previous battle damage, it is nearly half of it."

The tactics of the Siliki army so far have determined that the shield soldiers and halberd soldiers in the team will always be the part that suffers the most damage. A total of 400 shield soldiers and halberd soldiers were brought out of Siliki, and now there are only less than 200 left in total.The sword fighters also suffered a lot of damage when they broke in, and the damage of the archers mostly came from the scattered scouts.

"Where's the corpse?"

"It's all sorted out and placed at the pass, and the relics have been stored in a space bracelet." Azik yawned big, stretched out his hand and shook the bracelet on his hand Liang showed to Cyril, "I'm going to rest for a while."

Apparently, he was busy all night with the aftermath.It is obvious how much psychological pressure he and those soldiers have endured after finding the bodies of Siliki soldiers who died in battle from the piles of bones.

Cyril let out a long sigh.

There are very few wars in the world that can be won completely. When the number rises to the level of thousands and ten thousand, unless a person's power can achieve a qualitative change, he will easily be submerged in the absolute number after all.

When I was in the game, those lines were clearly "data", but they were either passionate, or crying and dying, and fighting together was enough to make people worry, not to mention that these are living people now.

But it is an integral part of the historical process.

If more people want to survive, and if they want to reverse that dark future, in the torrent of history, someone must stand up and stand in front of more people.

He tried his best to think about some happy things, to imagine what the situation in northern Xinjiang would be like after the undead's plan was cracked.

Leonardo showed far stronger strength than before, and the figure of the colossus rising into the sky made Cyril feel trembling.He had no idea what direction this wandering knight was going. Leonardo's name had never been mentioned in the history of the game, not to mention the fact that there was a huge discrepancy between the actual power system and the pure data in the game.

Although Memphela was beaten by the vampire in a panic, she managed to survive under the protection of the barrier, and she didn't suffer too much injury when she fell into the mountaineering position of the Amasir Nature Guard Army.

She successfully broke through to the professional level - she actually broke through ahead of the three heroes of the golden generation of elves, "Walking Golden Sun" Aris and "Natural Storm" Jenny.Memphis was also unknown in history. Hearing the name, Cyril thought she would be a defense expert, not an excellent shooter.

This is Siliki's third professional level, of course, that La Rochelle mad dog is not counted.Such a small place can have three professional-level officials sitting in command, and if word reaches the ears of Duke O'Connor, he probably will die of hunger.

And after the tempering of blood, the surviving Siliki army is obviously far better than the Siliki army that just entered the northern border.

At the same time, the reinforcement of the Silver Blade Knights has also made the tactical system available to Atsk more abundant, no longer relying solely on the sword fighters to undertake the task of side assaults, excellent shock cavalry like the Silver Blade Knights, undoubtedly can Better at tearing the enemy's wounds.

From the perspective of combat achievements, blocking the undead support troops, cutting off the support channels of the undead, and annihilating thousands of undead with fewer victories, such military exploits are enough for him, the Earl of Siliki, to obtain a few more fiefdoms and a large number of Gentry rewards— —

As for the position of the Duke, if he leads a team to fight a big battle with tens of thousands of people, and then all the strength of the O'Connor family dies in the northern border, he will have the opportunity to take over the position of the Duke of Amasir.

But obviously, this is not realistic.

Of course, there are still things that make him miss. The disappearance of Caroline and Elena makes his heart sink, but everyone is so tired, and now is not the time to ask...

This is a rare sunny day in October in northern Xinjiang, and it seems to be celebrating the outstanding victory of the Siliki Army.After finishing repairs, the Siliki army set off again non-stop, rushing to the core of the northern border, the Tower of the North Wind.

And in the northeast of Frostiron, the Doin Plain.

The Titan's Arrow pierced the sky, and the golden Thunder Arrow arrived at the chaotic battlefield from the Tower of the North Wind in an instant, and fell on a large cluster of skeletons, annihilating them in an instant.

But such a powerful spell, when faced with thousands of skeletons, couldn't help being overshadowed.This powerful crossbow bolt only emptied a piece of skeletons, but the rest of the undead had already swarmed up, clearing the vacancy cleared by the Titan's Arrow. attack.

Although during the previous stalemate, the 3000 private army units that far exceeded Claude Atley's expectations were replenished in time, and it was a great relief.

This private army came from Amasir, where Claude Atley's old classmate Atsk Angers was, and it was the team of "Duke O'Connor" stated in the call-up order.

Although this army does not seem to be as good at fighting as the Siliki Army, the input of 3000 people made the fourth and fifth positions on the northern front immediately stable.More importantly, there are twenty five-ring mages in their team, most of whom are mainly specialized in earth elements, and they have contributed a lot to building their positions.

Counting the number of five-ring mages that were subsequently supported by the Tower of the North Wind, the size of forty five-ring mages is already considered an excellent mage group in an ordinary regular army, but in this battlefield of tens of thousands of people, it is not at all. Not enough to watch.

The forty mages had to be dismantled to five areas for use. They could hardly last long, and their magic power was almost exhausted.

However, the defense line that was originally divided into five positions was now under far more pressure than before.

"My lord, that is the last support from the Tower of the North Wind."

The adjutant's eyes were bloodshot. The battle had lasted for three days. The undead's intensified offensive began yesterday afternoon. He has not closed his eyes until now, and his voice is so dry that he can hardly tell what he is saying.

The situation of Claude Atley was also not good. He just rested for a while in the camp and then got up to command the battle again.

"Where's the catapult? Where's the ballista?"

"The stone materials have been exhausted, and there are not many crossbow arrows left. The supplies for the Tower of the North Wind will not be delivered until noon. In addition, the ballista and catapult are also very worn out, and they won't last long."

Atley choked, this is undoubtedly bad news that couldn't be worse.

And they have no way of knowing the situation of the preparation of the North Wind Tower's troops. It will take a lot of time for the news to spread from the North Wind Tower to the east, and then let the private troops who have already stationed in the camp set out to rush back. , now it is estimated that only one or two teams have reached the Tower of the North Wind.

"Do we have any extra troops?" He asked unwillingly, but the answer was obvious—they didn't have any strength to make redundant plans in the face of undead whose numbers were twice as many as theirs. Very exhausting.

"Let the mages build a second line of defense backwards, retreating from the two wings to the middle, we shrink the line of defense, let the flanks protect the archers in the middle - do the crossbowmen have enough ammunition? If enough, let them continue to shoot , until the undead retreat."

He simply drew two strokes on the map, and the team that was originally lined up shrank into a box in his picture, and the long-range power was firmly guarded in it.

"Our task is to hold off, as long as we can rely on the position to resist, until the support of the Tower of the North Wind arrives-damn it, why don't they send two professional-level mages over? Just put a doomsday judgment on this Wouldn't it be over if all the ghosts of the dog day were sent to the gods!"

He couldn't help cursing, his dry mouth could no longer spit out any saliva.The messenger immediately carried out the order, and Atley paused for a few seconds, then thought of something, and continued:

"Where are the two little girls and the scouts from Siliki? Someone send them to the Tower of the North Wind, and don't spend them in the battle with us..."

The adjutant froze for a moment, and then remembered that there were still three people. He recalled for a while, and then said: "My lord, those three from Siliki... seem to have been recruited to the first position. One of them said You can't just watch us fight..."

"The first position?" Atley immediately looked to the south of them. He couldn't see the first position because it was far away, and he couldn't even remember who was mainly responsible for the first position.

"In the beginning, Swipay was in charge of joining the army, but the undead concentrated and attacked from the south side before, which severely reduced the number of Swipay joining the army. Now those who are there are..."

The adjutant flipped through the roster in his hand, then raised his head, and said with some embarrassment:
"My lord's troops."

"Bright Wing Infantry Regiment."

"It's okay, they can shrink back to defense later..." Atley let out a long breath, as if he was relieved.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of distressed footsteps from below, and then a scout rushed to the base of the sentry tower, and shouted out of breath: "My lord, there are giant beasts in the undead, and there are giant beasts." The beasts are starting to attack the position!"

"They, they come from the south!"

"South?!" Atley's face changed drastically—they just finished talking about the No. [-] position in the south. Why is the No. [-] position suddenly going to be in trouble?

He slid down the sentry tower, grabbed the scout and wanted to ask a few more questions, but the scout spurted a few mouthfuls of blackened blood, and his head drooped forward.Only then did he realize that there was a blackened iron arrow stuck in the scout's back, and when he reached out to probe again, his breath was gone.

On the way back to the position, he was hit by an arrow with corpse poison, and ran for several kilometers from the first position to the main position, just to convey this sentence.

Atley's face was ashen. He slowly put the dead scout on the ground, stood up and turned to look south.

There were billowing black clouds, and in the mist, a huge figure was vaguely seen moving forward slowly.

"Let them shrink their positions, shrink inward immediately, and go to the second position to support. Quick, where are the cavalry? The cavalry also go, and lure those giant beasts away..."

Claude Atley suddenly screamed wildly, but as he spoke, his voice became completely hoarse.

Too late.

The Brilliant Wing Infantry Regiment he brought out had no soldiers who were afraid of death, and it was impossible for them to cower back when they saw a giant beast.They will choose to cover Swipayee's retreat from the army, and the consequence will be...

Like ants, trampled by giant beasts.

　The little elephant came home, alas, things backfired.

　　I saw a passage from someone:

　　I also want to have a dream for a young man who is approaching 30. In the dream, there is a player named maybe, holding the ti champion shield and standing on top of the world

　　The blue storm spirit is as agile and elegant as before, in the years of youth and blood intertwined
　　Shining brightly.

　　I hope PSGLGD. Xiao Se can hold the shield this year, [Of course IGVG can hold it, no problem
　　
　
(End of this chapter)