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Chapter 1633 The Dry Wolf Camp Arrived in Time
Chapter 1633 The Dry Wolf Camp Arrived in Time
"kill!"

"drink!"

"Help, save me, I don't want to die!"

"Ah! My legs..."

……

On the burning battlefield, there were screams one after another, and the cruelty of the battlefield was vividly reflected here.

The desperate hundreds of thousands of Western Roman troops had just fought against the opposite Black Dragon Army, and they were looking longingly at the valley gorge behind them.

However, with a loud noise, the gorge in front of me... disappeared!
Their original hope of life was also extinguished, and the light in their eyes gradually dimmed. This was especially true for the coach of West Rome behind him. The ferocious expression on his face coupled with the scar was extremely terrifying.

The coach of West Rome looked viciously at the Black Dragon Army in the distance, who were stubbornly resisting the attack of the former army, and said coldly:

"Since you don't have any life left, then die here!"

He turned his head and said to the lieutenant general:
"Forget about the front army, let the rear army prepare for the battle, and the central army is always ready to leave the battlefield with this commander!"

"Yes!"

Facing his gloomy eyes, the lieutenant hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Then where should we evacuate?"

The first-hand news is passed to the coach of West Rome, and his power as a lieutenant is pitifully small.

The coach of West Rome stroked his beard, thinking about the news from the scouts. The Black Dragon Army reinforcements on the right were more than those on the left, and they came faster.

From the previous information, he analyzed the possible reasons, probably due to insufficient time, which led to insufficient deployment of cases on the left, which led to such a result.

Or, this was originally a pocket formation, just waiting for him to drill.

However, in the face of death, he is still very confident that he can escape from the pocket.

After thinking for a while, the coach of West Rome pointed the whip in his hand to the left, and said:

"Just go this way, and then we will turn directly back to West Rome!"

As for the determination to attack, he didn't have it.

With just thousands of black dragon troops, they couldn't take down hundreds of thousands of them in two days, not to mention the opponent's reinforcements numbered in the tens of thousands.

For the first time, he felt the taste of fear. The reality taught the extremely proud and arrogant West Rome coach a lesson. This battle revealed powerlessness everywhere.

Ahead, due to the shattered hope of life, the vanguard of the Western Roman army fell into madness. They showed ferocious faces and rushed forward desperately without fear of death.

"General, we can't stand it any longer!"

The general of the Black Dragon Army had just retreated from the front of the battle. His face armor had long been broken, and even his black armor had holes everywhere. Several scars seemed terrifying to look at, but his face was calm and he continued to analyze the battle situation.

Hearing the lieutenant general's words, he turned his head and looked further away, as if he could see the yellow sand rising from the sky, which meant that the reinforcements were approaching.

……

Hundreds of miles away from Dongnu Country, the middle army of the Black Dragon Army hurried towards Dongnu Country.

Chen Qiao, the head coach of the Black Dragon Army, was riding a black tiger. He suddenly made a move, and Yang Xujing rushed up on his horse and galloped beside him.

"General!"

Chen Qiao asked loudly:

"How's the battle going on at the Dry Wolf Camp?"

"Has the Thunder Tiger Camp pushed the main force of Byzantium into the encirclement?"

Yang Xujing saluted immediately and said:

"If you go back to the general, the news from the dry wolf camp is that we are about to engage the enemy."

"Little General Shen over at Thunder Tiger Camp is still weakening Byzantium's vital forces, and they haven't been expelled into the encirclement yet!"

Chen Qiao stared ahead, held the rein in his hand, and after a moment of silence, said:
"Pass down the order that the Dry Wolf Battalion must fight the Western Roman army today. I'm afraid the defenders won't be able to hold on."

"Dry Wolf Battalion remember to eliminate the enemy's vital forces as much as possible, and reduce the burden on the Jifeng Battalion!"

He paused, then continued:
"Also, tell Shen Yongda to stop playing, and save some for the Liebang camp, those Byzantine troops won't die so happily!"

Yang Xujing lowered his head and replied loudly:

"Yes, General!"

After he left, Chen Qiao moved forward with his right hand and shouted loudly:
"The whole army listens to the order and speeds up!"

"Yes!"

Tens of thousands of Chinese troops marched towards Dongnvguo at an accelerated pace, and the splashed yellow sand covered the sky and the sun, which was very spectacular from a distance.

……

The defenders of the Black Dragon Army were faltering at this time, but they still persisted.

A soldier of the Black Dragon Army gritted his teeth against a pitted iron shield. The refined steel shield made by Datang Seiko was still like this, but the black armor on his body was even more tattered, and some injuries were close to fatal.

However, due to the relatively strong healing ability of his fused genes, he did not retreat from the battlefield to wound the barracks, but continued to hold the shield to withstand the attack as a sword and shield hand.

"I must insist on going out, reinforcements are coming, and my mother is still waiting for me to go home!"

"Hold on, hold on!"

He gritted his teeth and persisted, not caring about the crimson blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on the Western Roman soldiers separated by a shield, their faces were extremely hateful, and the resentment and madness on their faces were extremely clear.

The Western Roman soldiers outside, just approaching the shield wall less than 50 meters away, a shower of arrows rushed out, eliminating their first layer of forward soldiers.

The shooting range of Arrow Rain is greatly shortened, first to reduce physical strength, and second to increase the hit rate.

If it was in the early stage of the battle, they would still be scared off, but now their chances are slim, so they still charge forward.

After finally rushing close to a battle, rows of spears pierced out, leaving no chance to breathe, and took away many soldiers of Western Rome in an instant.

A soldier was fortunate enough to escape the rain of arrows, and luckier was that he had no scars all over his body. He couldn't help but look forward with ferocious eyes, and charged forward with a grinning grin.

But when he was charging forward, a black iron spear pierced out like a poisonous snake, directly piercing the wooden shield he was holding, piercing him.

The grin on the soldier's face froze, his strength gradually dissipated, and he fell into the cold darkness.

The cruelty of the battlefield is still going on, especially the front, which has fallen into anxiety.

Suddenly, the battle turned sharply!

The rear army of Western Rome suddenly fell into panic.

A more powerful rain of arrows shot into the formation, like a god of death, wantonly harvesting the lives of soldiers in Western Rome.

Immediately, there was a rumbling sound from behind, and the ground trembled.

On the right side, there was also a sound, and even more spears were shot out one after another.

It was more deadly than the rain of arrows behind him, causing the coach of West Rome to raise his shield to block his head in horror.

The attack was temporarily slowed down as the center and rear suffered setbacks, which affected the morale of the front.

At this time, the head coach of the Black Dragon Army's eyes glowed with hope, he raised his spear, and the corner of his mouth curled up:

"Reinforcements, here we come!"

(End of this chapter)