I really can't control myself

After hearing what Sivir said, all the remaining elves looked in the direction of Sivir in surprise. Did they lose? Lost to the weak human army. Yes, even now most of the elves don't have this concept, how could they lose.

It is impossible for the elves to accept this result calmly. Even if the elves are now surrounded by a large army of humans and are about to be destroyed, it is still impossible for them to accept their failure. They just don't have this concept. . So when they heard Sivir's words, the first reaction in all the elves' minds was to refute, as if they could win if they could refute Sivir's words.

However, before they could speak, a voice next to them who was more excited than them shouted loudly: "That's nonsense. Are we losing? Our elves may lose head-on! It's absolutely impossible! You can't fool us!"

These words really spoke to the hearts of every Elf clan, that is, how could they, the Elf clan, lose. But when everyone who heard this sentence was stunned and looked over, they found that the person who helped them shout out these words in their hearts was actually a human being.

Yes, Linton seemed more anxious than them at this time, and his faith seemed to be more authentic than theirs. This made them all a little confused. What's going on with this human being?

"Everyone! The opposite side is just a weak human army. Even though the number... well, it is probably a hundred times ours now, but it doesn't matter. Our elven warriors can easily defeat these weak humans without any problem. Everyone, say yes!" Linton shouted.

"Uh..." I have to say that although these elves still haven't lost the concept, it sounds a bit too exaggerated to block a hundred with one.

"Why don't you answer? Are you doubting my words? Do you think the elves will lose to these weak humans? Are you still not the elves? I am really ashamed of the elves for having cowards like you. It's just a hundred times worse. The numerical difference makes you suspicious? We, the elves, are the most powerful clan in the universe. We can kill the gods from above and slaughter all the people. If we blow it out in one breath, we can kill the sun, moon, stars, rivers, and mere humans..."

"Shut up!" Xi Weier, who was standing next to her, immediately cut off Linton's speech, because it was getting more and more outrageous.

"Is there something wrong with what I said? Ask the fellow elves around here, who dares to say that our elves are not good!" Linton said excitedly before he could stop.

"War is not fought with words!" Xiweier roared angrily.

"Huh?" These words made Linton pause for a moment, and then he looked at Xiweier in surprise, "Wait, this is impossible, you are an elf, how can you possibly understand this truth? From the perspective of the elves, wars are based on words. If I win, I will win. Even if I am completely wiped out by the enemy, I still win. This is the logic of the elves. You actually speak with facts. You are not worthy of being an elf. !”

"War... you don't just talk..." Xiweier ignored Linton's taunt and sat directly on the ground. Obviously she did understand this truth, but it was a bit late now.

"Listen to the elf troops in front, you have been surrounded. Put down your weapons and surrender, otherwise we will kill them all." At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside. Linton looked at it. At this time, the human marshal Scram came to a slightly forward position and was shouting to the elves. Of course, he was not stupid. He was protected by various guards and shield formations. Once there was If there was any problem, someone would immediately protect him.

Perhaps it was due to the collapse of General Xiweier himself that the surrounding elves suddenly seemed to wake up a little. Looking at the corpses of the elves covering the ground around them, they suddenly seemed to break out of their mental cocoons. They...lost?

"FNND dog p." At this time, Linton shouted directly in the direction of Scram, "Tell you, before that, our elves were useless. With a little force, you will blow your 340,000 human army into ashes and surrender. ? Are you afraid that you haven’t woken up from the dream? Brothers elves, come to me and kill all these weak humans!"

"No, Your Highness, please stop making trouble, please?" Scram here also looked at Linton who was standing among the elves, speechless. He didn't know what to do with the current situation. You personally gave the order to start the war with the elves, and you sent us soldiers. And now you are standing among a group of elves as if you are supporting them. This is a bit weird, "We Just kill people, don’t worry about it.”

"No, I'm too busy." Linton said, "As I told you before, I won't take any prisoners, right? Why are you trying to persuade me to surrender here?"

"The loss of persuading them to surrender is relatively small. Let them put down their weapons first and then take action." Scram also said truthfully.

"How many losses can there be? Look at these beggar soldiers from the elves, fighting with weapons that I don't know if they were brought out of a museum. Wouldn't it be troublesome for you to persuade such an army to surrender?" Linton said.

"So just attack directly?" Scram asked.

"Yeah, just go ahead and stop talking nonsense. I can shout a few more lines." Linton said.

"Yes, Your Highness." Scram nodded, then waved to the rear, "Attack and annihilate them all."

"Elf warriors! Today is a destined day! Many people will die on the battlefield. So, hold on to the shield! Hold on to the spear! Burst the anger in your chest!" Linton stood up, raised his arms and shouted directly to the elves crowd. , "The enemy only has more than 300,000 people, and our army has more than 3,000 people. The advantage lies with me! Fight! Fight to the last moment! Come on, beat them to death!"

Although Linton shouted excitedly, no one came forward at all. Obviously the elven soldiers also understand that they will become numbers in the casualty statistics table, and now they don't even have the motivation to struggle.

There is a saying that a sad army will win, and there is also a commonly used strategy called surrounding three and missing one. These are all to remind the commander not to really push the enemy to a certain death situation, otherwise the rabbit will bite when it is anxious. Scram's choice to persuade them to surrender at this time was actually done because he understood the art of war. He was just worried that the remaining elven soldiers would fight hard and bite another piece of meat from their bodies.

However, Linton knew that these elven soldiers did not have that ability at all. A desperate attack also required the support of faith, and what these elven soldiers happened to have now was faith. At present, their faith was basically in a state of collapse, and their minds were blank. , I don’t even know why I’m standing here with a weapon. There is no need to think too much about dealing with them, just hack them to death on the spot.

The actual situation was no different from Linton's expectation. The human army swarmed forward and there was no need for any tactics at all. They just pushed and chopped at the same time. The elven soldiers fell down in pieces, and the battle lasted for more than 20 minutes. There was not a single elven soldier left standing.

So far, the 80,000 elven army has been completely wiped out. No, to be precise, only one person has survived. General Xiweier is still alive, and Linton saved her, but her current situation seems to be... not very good. , I don’t know if the mental shock he received was too great. He was completely unresponsive and could only look at the ground with blank eyes.

"The approximate loss is... 6,500 people." Scram here took the report and said to Linton. The loss of 6,500 and the annihilation of 80,000 enemy troops can be said to be an epic victory, but Scram always felt that it was not To give a real sense of reality, the main reason is that the elves' troops are weaker than expected, and even after the battle, there is no sense of accomplishment after a difficult battle.

"Oh, that's pretty good. It can actually cause 6,500 casualties." Linton nodded, "If you can still cause such casualties when nothing else is dominant, then the physical fitness of the elves is really good. ."

"Yes, Your Highness, although their weapons are extremely old, their marksman talents are indeed superb. Most of the casualties are caused by their marksmen hitting positions that cannot be protected by armor." Scram said.

"Okay." Linton nodded, "Then continue pushing to the Elf Kingdom as mentioned before."

"Your Highness, is there any use for this general?" Scram asked, because he couldn't figure out why Linton wanted to save Sivir, so he asked.

"This is so useful." Linton smiled and said, "You know the reason why the elves are so weak now is mainly because they rely on their own illusions to fight. But now, this illusion is about to be shattered, and the 80,000-strong army Being wiped out will make the elves wake up, and if they really wake up, things will not be easy to handle. After all, the quality of their overall race is still quite high. If all the people are soldiers or something like that, they can pull up another army The army may become difficult to deal with in a while.”

"Indeed..." Scram nodded, "Your Highness, I am confident, but loss is a problem."

"Well, it's good to know the key points." Linton felt that Scram was indeed able to keep up with the idea, "So what we have to do now is... let the elves continue to live in their dreams."

"Well..." Scram frowned. Although he understood what Linton meant, he quickly said: "But the 80,000-strong army was wiped out. This matter cannot be hidden no matter what."

"What are the characteristics of the elves? Arrogance, do you understand? You don't have to think about hiding things from them, you just need to think about how to blow them off. Just find any reason to blow them off, and they will not be able to follow their dreams. The reason for coming out is just to let them lie to themselves," Linton said.

"I still... don't quite understand." Scram thought for a while and said.

"You see, their army has collapsed, right? They can't boast about it, but we can help them create a hero." Linton said, "As long as the elves believe that this hero is there, the elves will not As long as there is danger.”