Monster Minotaur

The roar of war drums echoed in the streets, the crisp sound of swords and shields clashing echoed in the sky, and the roars of dying warriors were tragic and desolate. Cruel war is never a good thing. After such a large-scale battle, countless women were forced to become widows, and innocent children were given the title of orphans.

A large number of roadblocks turned the square leading to the barn into the longest road. The heavily armed Maro warriors, as dense as ants, hit the Lightning Legion's defensive area like waves. They can no longer fight these barbarians, and now all the food in the area they occupy has been eaten by them. If they can no longer find food supplies, there are only two options for them.

Either they were forced to evacuate from the city, give up the city that their emperor ordered to defend, and then wait for military law to be dealt with after returning. Either confront the Sal people in the city head-on, completely defeat them and take back the dominance of the city. Neither of these two methods has a good result.

But if they had to choose, they still chose to fight to the end. It's not that they are very brave, but the punishment brought by the first one is much higher than death in battle. The reason why Maro has strict military discipline is not only because of their well-trained training, but also because Caesar has set the strictest punishment for rout.

Those who dare to retreat privately without the emperor's order will not only be caught but also sent to the mining area, becoming slaves with the most miserable fate. Your own family members will also be branded as family members of deserters. Not only do they have to hang a flag in front of their door to symbolize the deserters in their family, they will be discriminated against and scorned by everyone, and their descendants will not be allowed to hold any public office for three generations.

Except for particularly selfish people, no one is willing to take the initiative to become a deserter at such a price. What's more, the battle is not completely winless, although the Salt people they are fighting are not only powerful, but also have much better weapons and equipment than them. However, the opponent's number is much smaller than theirs. As long as the deployment is reasonable, it is still possible to win, although the price to pay will be quite huge.

The opponent's attack is very violent! Nadal took the blood-stained gun and hit it hard on the crotch of a Maro soldier. He shouted to Glock who was holding a dagger next to him: It's time for us to Are the reserve teams on board? Or should we directly activate our final resort?

It's not urgent yet! Glock grabbed the spear with his left hand, pulled the ferocious-looking Maro warrior in front of him, cut his throat without giving him a chance to pull out his dagger, and said: Now they still have I didn’t use all my strength. If I don’t want to hide and seek with them in the future, I have to take this opportunity to kill them all at once.”

boom! boom! boom! The gray dwarf musketeers on the roof of the grain building, sheltered from the arrows of the Maro archers under the cover of the diagonally erected wooden planks, shot from time to time at the Maro warriors who were attacking Salt's line not far away. There was almost no need to aim at the dense crowd, and every shot fired could hit quite a few people.

The wooden planks that covered them had been shot like hedgehogs, filled with arrow feathers with white tail fins. During the exchange of fire with the opponent's archers, the gray dwarves who were most closely protected also suffered casualties. Many of them were hit by arrows because they were unable to dodge. The battle below was even more brutal. Many people were too exhausted from the killing and did not have time to rest in the rear, and were stabbed in the intestines by Maro's spear.

Refola, who was taking command in the barn, climbed onto the barn tower again under the protection of three or four shield soldiers. Looking at the battlefield where the fierce battle was going on, he frowned and looked at the main direction of the Maro attack. In the distance, the Maro archers with good eyesight also spotted this exposed officer. Many of them The arrow feathers were concentrated on the tower.

However, due to the distance, these arrow feathers had no lethality and were blocked by the shield around Refola that closely protected him. These people holding shields can be regarded as Refola's personal guards. Their main duty is to protect Refola's safety. Even if they themselves are shot, they must not let Refola make any mistakes.

Looking at it like this, the opponent must have invested their reserve team. Looking at the slowly crowded streets and the small square in front of the barn, Refola judged the force invested by the opponent and said: And most of the people have already entered the area we prepared. Well... we can almost implement the plan.

Refola's order was quickly issued, and the soldiers who had been resting and preparing in the barn were thrown into the battlefield like a shot in the arm. The Salt warriors, who had been forced to defend themselves, under the leadership of this 150-strong reserve force, began to turn from defense to offense and counterattacked against the group of Maro warriors, trying to force them out of the obstacles. small square in front of the barn.

The ground covered with blood and internal organs turned into bloody mud under the trampling of leather boots. In front of the tall Salt warriors, these Maro people were as weak as ladies. Although they fought hard, they still could not escape the fate they were pushed to. The Maroons, who were unable to take advantage of their numerical advantage due to the narrow streets, could only lose step by step the positions they had gained with their lives.

In the end, their regiment commander commanding from a distance could only order a retreat. He had seen that the soldiers in the battle had lost the will to fight. And he no longer has a reserve team with high morale to dispatch. Their failure in this battle is already doomed. The opponent is much stronger than them.

boom! On the way the Maro people retreated, some fairly tall buildings suddenly had quite a big explosion. Not only were many retreating Maro soldiers blown away, but the collapsed gravel and broken trees also blocked the street. There was no way out in the entire ring area, and they had become a huge trapped beast.

If we follow what the city owner said in the pamphlet, we must at least leave a gap for them. While chasing the fleeing Maro soldier Glock said to Nadal beside him: This way they will not cause us any harm. Greater casualties will leave them a way to survive so that they can concentrate on escaping instead of turning back and continuing to fight with us.

These Maro people can't be beaten at all. Nadal, who smashed the head of a Maro warrior like a watermelon with a hammer, said: What's more, you just said that if you let these guys go back, it will happen again. We are going to play hide-and-seek with them in the city, why not just annihilate them in one go...!

However, before Nadal finished speaking, all the reserve teams rushed out of the barn. Just like the righteous master in the old movie, he shouted something like surrendering his gun and not killing these Maro soldiers who had almost lost their fighting spirit. Refola, who did not leave a gap to leave, had already considered the possibility of a desperate fight and provided these Maro warriors with another way to survive.

A Maro warrior threw down his weapon, held his head and knelt on the ground where corpses and blood were piled up. Such a beginning was like the worst infectious disease, quickly spreading to all the remaining Maro warriors, and the sound of metal falling to the ground continued one after another. Even the Maro warriors who had been holding the broken flag high finally gave up their resistance and knelt down to wait for the victory of the victor.

The battle that has been going on for nearly half a month has finally come to an end in this final decisive battle. The Lightning Legion of Thunder Bluff has gained access to the rear of the Maro front. Now this city, where no one exists anymore, is completely fell into their control. They will send this news back to Thunder Bluff as soon as possible so that their President can collect the corresponding gold coins.

But at this time in Thunder Bluff, after the unexpected incident involving Blackbeard, everything returned to its original normal routine. Mo Yan has become much more relaxed since he no longer has to deal with various small matters. After finishing the things to be dealt with every morning, in addition to occasionally going to the research institute in Thunder Bluff to instruct the gray dwarf craftsmen on their techniques.

Even after playing in various entertainment venues, Mo Yan gave the seeds of a strange culture, and the local culture of the Salt people in Thunder Bluff also watered strange flowers. Stories about some heroic figures in the history of the Salt people have also been put on the stage. Although Salter's screenwriter is still very immature and the lines he writes sound unusually average, overall it is quite interesting.

Is it starting to rain? After watching a play written by the Salt people, Mo Yan took Ellie and Jones out of the Thunder Bluff theater and looked at the sky that had begun to turn gray. Some tiny raindrops had begun to fall, and Mo Yan unknowingly ushered in his third rainy season in another world, which meant that he had been here for three years.

It's been three years. Taking the umbrella from the theater waiter, Mo Yan walked out of the theater and sighed: If you think about it carefully, you can build such a city in three years. No matter how you look at it, it's not very scientific. That's the thing. Those huge numbers of goblin coolies who are free of charge are really a big help.

It is their greatest honor to be able to serve their master! Jones grabbed one of Mo Yan's fingers, held up a small umbrella and followed the tauren to the left. Ellie, who held the minotaur's hand unceremoniously, was not far behind when she heard Jones' words and said: Dad is not something that ordinary monsters can compare to! Such things can be done easily!

Haha... you two... Mo Yan looked at the already wet coachman, opened the door of the large carriage specially made by Mo Yan, and waited for them to enter the carriage. Just as he was about to say something, he was interrupted by a sudden burst of thunder, and several purple lightning bolts struck abnormally on Thunder Bluff's lightning rod.

Sorry~ I’m very busy today~