Pioneering

Chapter 279 The Disappearance of Freedom and Night Attack【Two in One】

Two days and two nights later, the ancient and solemn city of Malco, which stood like a rock on this land for thousands of years, no longer exists.

During this period, with the capital of Malco as the center, the Principality of Majek seems to have experienced a magnitude [-] earthquake in the past few days. The shaky and violent impact once made the ignorant people think that the sky is falling and the earth is falling, and the end is coming. .

The coalition forces of John and Dalilu, who withdrew from Malco and were watching outside, also retreated again and again.

With such power to destroy cities and countries, Dalilu broke into a cold sweat when he remembered that he was so close to such a big bomb, and he secretly rejoiced.

Everything has an end.

The dark clouds covered the top, and the bloody and empty vision finally calmed down after the earth-shattering collision sound disappeared.

Who is the winner?
Parlor longing for freedom?
The mighty Sea God Church?
Not only Dalilu, whose homeland was in distress, was looking forward to the result, but Zhong Ming in the sky, the gods of the astral world, and John, the leader of the army, all paid attention to the final winner of this battle.

Of course, with Sea God's dead mother's expression, no matter whether Parlor wins or loses now, there is a high probability that he will not survive after the war.

The scene gradually calmed down, the cracked earth looked like a dry old farmer's cheek, the dilapidated bricks and stones looked like an abandoned ancient building, and the wailing and blood stains made this place look like a hell on earth.

The figures of the opposing sides gradually emerged.

Magzhek's side went from high-level to ordinary knights, which can be described as horrible.

Of the three sky knights, two have turned into dust between heaven and earth, and the remaining one is missing an arm;

The two blue-clothed archbishops were in better condition. One was holding the crown of the water king and the other was holding the trident scepter. Somehow they used some means to recall the artifact.But the two are more or less missing some parts.

The casualties of ordinary knights are even more numerous. At a glance, it must be no less than [-] to [-].

The Hailong chariot, which assumed the main output responsibility, was seriously damaged at this moment.

Naturally, the body as a divine weapon was not damaged by this mere battle, but the two sea dragons that Seagod captured were all covered in wounds, and they were no longer alive.

And the only enemy, under the hostile eyes of everyone, opened his arms tragically, facing the blue sun halo slowly rising from the west.

The blue-white morning light sprinkled thinly on the horizon, gently awakening the earth.Thousands of clouds covered the sky, blooming in orange-red and pink-purple colors.

The sun rose slowly, and the light passed through the clouds, as soft as a feather.

The mountains in the distance are reflected in the ruins of the city.

The breeze brushed against Parlor's face, seeming to bring a fresh and moist breath.

In this picturesque moment, the mind is filled with tranquility and beauty, and the breath of freedom seems to be right in front of you, which makes people have infinite expectations.

Just a slight tingling and disgust told him that not only was he no longer human, but he was dying.

Parlor muttered to himself:

"Since I was born, I have been firmly arranged together.

I asked why I couldn’t live a little more freely. My parents always told me that it’s fine to be a formal knight, to be a land knight, to be a sky knight, to be a family…

I quietly achieved the sky knight that the royal family has not achieved for hundreds of years, but everything did not get better. On the contrary, my parents passed away under "fate".

Maybe I guessed the next thing without them saying it, it’s nothing more than,

Just wait until the baby is born.
Just wait until the baby is full moon.

Just wait until the baby can walk.
Just wait until the child becomes an official knight,

Just wait until the child becomes a land knight,

Just wait until the child becomes a sky knight,

Just wait until the kids are married...

and then?
Maybe waiting for some "accident" to bring peace is my end. "

"I'm not reconciled, I'm really reconciled."

"I just want to no longer be arranged for a lifetime, no longer be like a captive livestock, and no longer be a piece of precious porcelain that can be broken easily."

"I just want to control my own destiny!"

"Free, free, free! So good, so good..."

As he spoke, a gust of morning wind accompanied by morning dew blew, and Parlor's body gradually blurred, drifting away with the wind like smoke.

In an instant, his existence turned into nothingness, and tiny particles flew, as if his soul was roaming between heaven and earth.

Maybe he can find the freedom he dreamed of in Hades...

In the sky, Zhong Ming, who watched all of this and even participated in arranging the ending of Parlor, heard his slight whisper, and couldn't help but think of Lan Xingshi...

"In a person's whole life, just go to high school, go to college, get a job, start a family, have a child..."

Memories of the past flooded in like a tide, and Zhong Ming, who had long thought that his heart was rock-solid, felt a great touch after a long absence.

"Freedom, freedom, freedom," Zhong Mingxuan picked up a cloud and closed his palms slightly, as if trying to grab something.
"The strong decide the fate of the weak, and the stronger decide the fate of the strong.

Everything is destined, no one can help.

Who will decide my fate..."

……

After the commotion subsided, John immediately dispatched spies to inquire about the results. After learning of the tragedy of the Sea God Church, he immediately launched a night attack on the demoralized Winkrel Expeditionary Force.

This is what war is like, killing you while you are sick.

It's really a life-and-death fight, for the sake of life and death, who cares about that aristocratic demeanor?

Beating the dog in the water is what matters.

Influenced by Zhong Ming's "compiled" (plagiarized) military classics, John's bottom line in using troops is much more "flexible" than the general nobles in the Zoya world.

That night, John led more than [-] knights, each with a title, and the horse picked the bell and bound the hooves, and suddenly rushed into the Winklell expeditionary army who was still camping in the ruins of Malco.

They chopped up people, burned tents when they saw them, and rushed to kill them all the way, catching them by surprise.

Originally, it would not be so defenseless, but the three sky knights who were used to leading the army died or were injured, and the responsibility for commanding the army could only fall on the archbishops.

And the archbishops are good at engaging in political struggle for power and profit, preaching faith, playing lip service, or using weapons to harm people.

Really commanding 10,000+ troops, that is, the monkey climbs up and points the direction, and the layman leads the expert.

To be able to quickly set up camps, arrange for the treatment of the wounded, and calm the restless military spirit like this is thanks to the fact that the middle and lower-level officers of the Winkrel Expeditionary Force are really well-trained, and on the other hand, thanks to the fact that they were regarded as soldiers before the war. Coward's "Archbishop Derek".

The courses of spy officers trained by Ryan are really varied, and Derek was also intentionally trained by Will, and he has learned a lot in the past few months because he has good study habits.

For a moment, Derek's reputation reversed instantly. The knights no longer laughed at him for being weak and incompetent. Instead, they felt uncontrollable resentment towards the Pope and other archbishops who had caused more than half of the damage.

Now, the witty Derek is looking for a remote place to stay after finishing his work, and he doesn't seem to have the slightest idea about military power, which is also a good way to further dispel the suspicion of the two blue-clothed archbishops.

The two people who are not in the battle line each hold an artifact to argue about who has the most credit, who should hold the artifact, and who has the military power... A series of unfriendly topics, quarreling non-stop.

There are signs of a fight with sleeves rolled up.

However, before they could figure it out, John's bold surprise attack came!

Just a mixed team of 10,000 warriors and [-] or [-] knights dared to launch a night attack on an army of [-]+, which is audacious.

Of course, it wasn't that John didn't want to bring more cavalry to attack the battalion, but that Magzek could only provide so many horses, and with one man and two horses, he could only bring so many people.

What's more, the ruins still have construction debris after all, not the wilderness, and more people will reduce mobility.

The torch was thrown up, and blazing flames rose in the night.

The camp became chaotic, and the soldiers were awakened with panic and confusion.

The fire burned the tent, burned the supplies, and devoured everything recklessly.

The sound of hoofbeats and hissing, and the crackling of burning objects blended together, like a seductive death movement.

"Damn it!" Archbishop Heller raised the tent with one hand, and saw John slashing down an officer of the Don Heiner family. The man was his nephew.

Heller held up the trident scepter high, muttering something, and the azure blue divine light spread around in a dizzy manner.

John only felt that the air around him was suddenly a little dry, and even the blood in his body had the urge to burst out of his body, and then the pouring rain fell into the sky, and the thick smoke and fire were extinguished in an instant clean and dry.

Its scope fully covered the ruins of half of Malco City.

Not only was the night attack affected, but even the war horses were troubled by the muddy road and the sight obscured by the heavy rain.

"Damn it!" John gritted his teeth secretly. If there hadn't been this exaggerated miraculous rain, John would have dared to say that he won the battle tonight.

The god-given opportunity was firmly grasped by him, but was shredded by an unreasonable artifact. The depression in John's heart can be imagined.

"It's a good thing their Sea Dragon chariot has been scrapped, otherwise..." John, who got Derek's news, was a little rejoiced.

At this moment, John caught a glimpse of another archbishop in blue, Hayes, who was holding the crown of Water Monarch, also moved his hands, gritted his teeth, and gave up as soon as he saw it.

"retreat!"

With John's order, the warriors attacking the camp quickly turned around in a chaotic and orderly manner, rushed out from the side of the camp, and disappeared into the heavy rain, leaving only the wailing Winkrel Expeditionary Army garrison.

According to statistics afterwards, more than [-] people were killed and injured in the expeditionary force, and a large amount of medicinal materials were burned, and the number damaged indirectly due to insufficient medicines was no less than this number.

The number of expeditionary forces was reduced to just over 11, including more than [-] wounded.

What is even more incalculable is the loss of morale and morale of the army. It is possible for elite troops to bear [-]% to [-]% of losses without collapsing. It is extremely rare for troops to bear more than [-]% of losses and maintain strong combat effectiveness.

Nor can troops blessed by faith brainwashing.

Maybe you have to find such ones from the undead army, orc army, ... and other alien armies.

Humans have limits.

In short, the Winkrel Expeditionary Force has undoubtedly lost the ability to continue to invade the territory and fight for the faith.

After all, the two archbishops still had a bit of brains, and they were so clueless that they had to take down Magzek. They retreated in desperation, preparing to withdraw to the country, and discuss the matter of the Pope's throne.

However, it was their decision to start the war, and it was up to them when it ended.

After the materials were burned, the expeditionary force, which had a difficult logistics, also completely tore off the veil of hypocrisy, burned, killed, looted, and committed all kinds of evil.

All of a sudden, there were flames of war in Magzhek, and mourning was everywhere.

In order to restore morale, Archbishop Heller and Hayes also acquiesced to the expeditionary force's looting.

Unleashing beastliness is a good way to vent negative emotions and stabilize the morale of the army, and the cost is not borne by one's own side, so troops of any race like to use this trick.

But gradually, the two realized that something was wrong.

There is a big difference in the number of those who went out and those who came back.

Is it reasonable for 1000 people to go out to fight grass valley, and it takes six or seven hundred people to come back after half a day?
Those small towns and small towns, at most, are the castles of some low-level lords, can they cause such battle damage to the extremely elite expeditionary force?

No one believes it.

Moreover, the ratio of battle damage is still rising, and it will soon reach the point where you can only get back [-] after going out for [-].

The two had to urgently stop the looting of the expeditionary army, and concentrated their forces to rush towards the border of Winkrel.

However, what made the two even madder was that John led more than 1 cavalry, wandering around the expeditionary force, and rushed forward when he saw the opportunity, and took advantage of the range, raised his gun and emptied the magazine and ran away.

Even if the expeditionary army is extremely elite, at least they are senior trainee knights who can chop bullets with knives, and there will always be losses in the rain of bullets.

A wave of attacks would cost three to five hundred, ten times would be three to five thousand, and they would be threatened with death all the time, which would be even more serious damage to the expeditionary force whose morale was not high.

John gave full play to "the enemy advances and we retreat, the enemy garrisons and we harass, the enemy is tired and we fight, and the enemy retreats and we chase", he ran away with one shot, and when there was a little bit of risk, he didn't see it, and he didn't give them any fighting power. Opportunity, hated the high-level expeditionary force teeth itching.

In the undercurrent, the only remaining sky knight, Tren, even proposed "to prevent the risk of bombing the camp, it is recommended to find a city to station."

You know, with the elite level of the expeditionary army, there has never been such a thing as bombing the camp since it was established as an organization. When did the Knights Corps, which is fierce and ferocious and sincere in faith, reach such a point?
Although they didn't want to believe it, the two blue-clothed archbishops after being attacked at night also understood that it is still necessary to look at what experts say when marching and fighting, and the best command is the two of them not commanding.

As a result, the commanding power of the army returned to Tren, the sky knight who lost a hand. He still commanded more than 30 troops. The difference is that when he came, it was [-] out of [-]. Now...

If possible, Thrun would not want to shoulder this burden at all. After all, he is not stupid, and he can almost see that all the blame for the defeat after returning to China is very likely to be dumped on himself.

But...he is a loyal believer under the Sea God's Crown, and he wants to bring more loyal knights under the Sea God's Crown back home!

(End of this chapter)