Douluo: The Adventures of King Skin

"The whole world celebrated, was no more violence."

——"Coincidance"

The melodious cry of the Garuda could be heard from far away in the valley.

Under the ridges of the fields on the roadside, eight or nine unkempt people who looked like beggars were sitting or standing, lazily basking in the sun in the slightly chilly north wind.

Some of them were wearing old clothes, and some were only wearing rags to cover their shame.Among them was a middle-aged man, wearing a hunter's ragged animal skin coat, but with a bright red cloak.

He is the captain of this volunteer team.

"Dong dong!"

He leaned his spear on the stone, and everyone gathered around him.

The captain took off the short cloak from his shoulders and stuffed it into his arms, lowered his voice and said to the other volunteers: "Signal from the Oude team, the Macedonians are coming."

It seems that a circle asked:

"Where's Nicesi?"

"Uncle, I'm here!" A thin figure emerged from not far away.He stepped into a small pit, and the head of the chicken coop was piled with leaves.

"Good job! Nice, it'll be up to you later." The captain walked over and asked him to squat down again, and helped him cover him with two more handfuls of leaves.

He turned around and told the other team members: "No matter who survives, he must take his head back! Return to their respective positions and start praying."

Everyone quickly got into position, some climbed up trees, some hid behind rocks, and some just lay down in the blind spots on the edge of the field ridges.

The Macedonians will arrive in a while. Everyone is in the fighting position, holding the crude weapons in their hands and a torn newspaper with a reward written on it. They begin to pray to the gods, Zeus, Apollo, Heracles, Tyche …

Nikesi huddled in the pit with his head buried in the ground, unable to help but tremble and feel uneasy about the upcoming battle.He was holding a sling in his left hand, and clutching a stack of newspapers on his chest with his right hand, muttering something in his mouth:

"King Pyrrhus,

"Please bless me,

"Bless everyone to be safe and sound,

"Bless us with victory over the Macedonians,

"Bless me to throw stones quickly and accurately,

"King Pyrrhus, I will be your soldier,

"Please bless me, please give me a red cloak..."

In the darkness, I don't know how long passed.

Nikesi suddenly heard a roar, like the roar of a beast!

It's Uncle Lex!It's a signal to fight!

He suddenly stood up from the leaves, and the sling in his left hand had already turned into a phantom!

In front of them were six or maybe seven enemies on horseback. They all looked back and were shouting curses in Macedonian dialect, and the one at the front was wearing a dazzling golden helmet.

Nicesi's eyes immediately locked onto the officer, and just when the golden helmet was about to turn around, he loosened his thumb and the sling shot out with a loud cracking sound like a whip!

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"Thank you! Pythias, I originally invited you here for the purpose of exploration, but now you are needed to participate in the war." Pyrrhus said apologetically.

"You're welcome." The navigator always had an expressionless expression: "Since I have chosen to come to you, I am already prepared to become a slave of the autocratic monarch. Not to mention fighting, even if you want to take my life. By my own choice."

"Hey, that's not the case. We are a cooperative relationship, and I don't regard you as..." Pyrrhus explained awkwardly.

Pythias did not listen to his explanation at all, and turned to Aminsta to confess:

"Aminsta, you have to remember! Your identity is my hostage with King Pyrrhus. He is your master, and what he says is the captain's order! You must obey it completely, even if it means you are asked to sleep with him …”

Pyrrhus: "..."

"Yes! Captain!" Aminsta stood up and replied with firm eyes.

Pyrrhus: "..."

"I can't hear you! Is this how you replied to me on the boat?"

"Yes!!! Captain!!!"

Pyrrhus: "..."

There are so many flaws that I don’t know where to start.

You two, father and son, are amazing...

After briefly saying farewell to his son, Pythias left without looking back.

Pyrrhus looked at the troops that had gathered behind him and said to Zinus: "Old Qi, let's go too."

Lao Qi touched the top of his head: "Don't call me Lao Qi, I'm not even thirty this year."

"..." Pyrrhus: "Okay, old Qi."

Several people got on their horses and the troops set off.

Looking at Aminstad beside him with a look of death, Pyrrhus thought to himself, is this my friend?

As the old friends grew older, they gradually revealed their homosexual tendencies, so Pyrrhus sent them to the army, which could be regarded as increasing his control over the army.

Achilles and Metierras are upright, but they are too old to be his followers forever, and now it is time for Aminsta.

This young man is good, he is focused, capable and cultured. He looks very straight. He must be a good talent!Moreover, he has a family background. It would be a pity to be trained as a cavalry, otherwise he would be... a sailor?

But if his father said that in public, he could only let him sleep with Lao Qi...

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The Thessalian attacks seemed to have become sparse.But it is also possible that it will stop temporarily and become dense again after a while.

All night long the camp seemed like a rocking ship in a storm.

Although the rockets could not reach the middle, the second line of defense that was originally erected was almost completely burned. Fortunately, the blackened fence could still block the arrows.

The arrow rain outside was slow and fast, east and west, and continued intermittently all night long.

All night!

The night has gradually faded, and all the tents in the camp have been pushed down. In the cleared space, thousands of soldiers have lined up in columns, and the eyes of hatred are revealed in the gaps in their helmets!

Daybreak is coming, the situation of the battle has been reversed, and the time to counterattack is coming!

The whole army was furious and finally waited for the first ray of morning light from the horizon!

"Ugh!" Little Antipater let out a war cry.

He rode his horse and stood upright!He directly kicked down the camp gate that had been burnt to charcoal with his front hooves, and then rushed out of the camp with thousands of cavalry behind him, heading straight down the ramp.

Those Thessalians who were shooting into the camp just now dare not leave even though it's already dawn?

Then don’t leave!I want you to die! ! !

In front of them were simple wooden shields standing outside the camp. The Pyrrhic army used these things together with arrow rain to attack the light, and suppressed the Macedonian light infantry.

Farther away were infantry and cavalry retreating like a tide.The dazzling red cloak and red flag seemed to be provoking, and little Antipater's eyes literally burst out with fire.

Looking at the scattered formation, he knew in his heart that the time for revenge had come!

Holding a spear in his right hand and a light shield in his left arm, he rushed towards the unformed enemy, with countless cavalry following behind him like a rolling iron stream!

Nothing can resist the attack of the Macedonian cavalry!

Let me die!

die! ! !

At this time, he looked past the dark enemy, as if he saw something in the thin morning light.

He gradually forgot to control the horse, and his speed became slower and slower until he stopped.

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The former army camp on the other side of the river also experienced a difficult night, but it was not so bad that a bonfire was lit on the outer wall of the entire camp.

One night, he watched the rear army camp on the other side of the river burst into flames. They were working in a hurry here. Old Philip was especially anxious - how did he know that the rear army was also in such danger!

But they couldn't go over to help, they didn't dare to leave the camp, let alone cross the river, because who knew whether Pyrrhus was feigning an attack on the other side, but actually they still had to fight the front army with fewer troops!

Just as the night was about to pass, the Thessalians' attack suddenly stopped. Under Old Philip's forced order, the former army sent sentries outside the camp.

Not a single Thessalian was found.

They discovered something even more shocking, but they couldn't tell the people in the rear army camp.

Just between the camps of the front and rear armies, on the south bank of the river, a tall camp appeared overnight.