Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

As the kingdom's knights spurred their horses and led by Christine into a fierce battle with the Centaur Legion.

The mage regiment also hurried to find a good hillside, and relying on chariots and civil magic, they quickly deployed into a spellcasting position like a base vehicle.

Under strict regulations and procedures, row after row of AOE magic was prepared, and like an alien version of Katyusha, it was sprayed towards the grassland people's camp.

The grassland people who had finally gathered together and spontaneously wanted to rescue their fellow compatriots died under the intensive magic bombardment.

Looking at the night sky that was almost illuminated by magic, the third prince sitting in the carriage used trembling fingers to pull the curtain again.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but slap his thigh.

"Pretty!"

It’s no wonder that he is excited. Now everything is going according to his plan. It won’t take long before he can complete this legendary breakout.

As for the fact that he, as the commander-in-chief, abandoned the city and fled, and lost nearly 10,000 soldiers and generals...

If he died, even if he didn't run away, his second brother would definitely put a hat like this on him and become a stepping stone for him to continue to climb up.

But if he were alive, he could rely on his connections to hold a grand funeral, and even record it in history books, turning it into a great achievement!

such as……

His Royal Highness the Third Prince sacrificed himself as bait to attract Pemos Khan and his entire main force. Relying on an unimportant castle, he held them back for seven full days!

No, no, this is too conservative. How can it show my importance? I need to add two more sentences.

Ok……

Ah, right!

If this prince had not intervened, the Khan of Beimos, who underestimated the strength of our army, would have gathered an army of 100,000... no, 200,000! and invaded the northern border.

Although we, the people of Shenlin, are brave and fearless, our soldiers are fearless of death, and most importantly, we have my father's wise and powerful, unparalleled leadership, but it is inevitable that there will be greater casualties.

Thanks to this prince for proving the courage of the Deep Forest People, they gave up this strategic gamble, thus avoiding the end of corruption in the north and indirectly saving countless lives.

So how am I, Aglo, a coward?

I, Aglo, am clearly a hero, a great hero!

As we all know, the highest level of lying is to deceive others with the truth, but if we talk about the highest level, it is definitely to be able to deceive yourself.

So the third prince, who was madly writing little scripts in his mind, kept writing them, and he even managed to develop a bit of self-touching.

His face showed joy, anger, hesitation, and sometimes a bit of frustration and sadness.

Fortunately, the curtain of the carriage was drawn tightly, otherwise if someone accidentally saw him in this state, his next stop would probably be a mental hospital.

But it is still well known that making up little scripts in one's mind, popping champagne at halftime, and gambling on the fate of the country are all taboos in military strategy.

Even if you win temporarily for a while, you will definitely be slapped in the face in the end.

As expected, the accident happened.

"Woo~~~"

Along with the low horn sound that was almost engraved into the bones of the people in the deep forest along with fear, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to change in an instant.

Objectively speaking, no matter how hard the Deep Forest People tried, no matter how many surprise attacks they launched, they could only disrupt a part of the Grassland People's huge position.

When the enemy realizes the current situation and draws superior forces from other places to launch a stranglehold, the advantage they gained through the surprise attack will begin to be infinitely compressed.

For example, now, with swords flashing and sabers flying, an elite regiment composed mainly of werewolf swordsmen and shieldmen broke into the battlefield from the flank amid the howling sounds.

Although they were ultimately unable to catch up with the prince's guards, who were highly mobile and had been avoiding battles, they still crashed into the forest infantry that were following closely behind them.

If it were normal times, Feng En, who was a fierce general after all, would have enough confidence to lead his soldiers to eat up these stupid dog brains.

But at this time they had only broken out halfway and were right in the middle of the grassland people's camp. It was the most dangerous time.

Any hesitation would likely lead to the enemy's encirclement being formed, so they would have no time to fight them at all.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't fight too long!"

Feng En could only keep ordering the messengers to inform the entire army, urging each team of 100 men to speed up and not get stuck here!

However, the enemy commander, who was not sure whether he was Pemos Khan, knew exactly their sore spot.

This group of wolf soldiers, who are agile and cruel by nature, mainly serve as a disgusting deterrent.

You can't hold back your anger and turn around to fight me? Then I'll block a few hits with my shield, then quickly retreat and distance myself.

You're going to run away? Then I'll catch up with you and stab you in the heart to see how tough your scalp is!

And from the several figures given before, it can be seen that the fourth part has the largest number of troops. In fact, there are more than 10,000 infantrymen assigned here.

The internal structure of the grassland people's camp was not simple to begin with. Coupled with the howling wind and heavy snow, their progress was slower than expected. Now they were being held back by the enemy at the risk of their lives, making it even more difficult to move forward.

So the third prince, who was walking in front, even had his mind confused for a moment after hearing the news.

—What? What the hell? This part is not in my script!

Although he quickly calmed down after a brief moment of confusion, just as he was about to command other troops to provide support, he suddenly discovered...

The knights of the kingdom were currently engaged in a fierce battle with the Centaurs. They were out of reach and were lucky enough to ensure that the exit was open. They had no way of breaking back into the chaotic enemy camp.

Although the mage regiment has deployed spell positions, the enemies are now mixed with our army, and they cannot close the friendly fire, so they certainly cannot use brutal artillery fire to clear the field.

He had already reduced the number of his personal guards to the lowest possible level. If he continued to reduce their number, he would most likely end up in trouble and be captured, or even become a corpse.

——No, buddy, how come you suddenly have no cards?

Fortunately, as a prince, the third brother is best at making things happen without any effort and creating cards out of thin air.

Therefore, he immediately ordered the death squad at the rear to speed up, just for my sake, and to outflank the enemy from the flank!

Although anyone with a discerning eye could see that this was intended to use the suicide squad as bait to distract the enemy's offensive so that the infantry regiment could regain speed and quickly leave the enemy camp.

But at this point, how can they be sane in their heads if they still want to be part of some crappy suicide squad just for a little money?

They even turned against Tian Gang, thinking that this wave of troops was holding back the enemy's main force for them, and they might be able to greatly reduce the difficulty of passing the level and break out at a faster speed!

Unfortunately, they really thought too much this time. The third prince was not that kind and the direction he pointed them in was actually a dead end.

Therefore, the suicide squad did not go far before they ran into the elite Leopard Legion who had just arrived, a group of tall warriors armed with spears and shields.

To be honest, if the commander of the Leopard Legion knew the composition of these strange guys, he would let them go without hesitation.

They are just a bunch of useless pawns. With money as their top priority, they can't influence the outcome of the battle at all.

It would be better to quickly support your werewolf comrades, maybe you can even tear a few more pieces of meat off that tough bone.

However, the third prince did a "good" thing with bad intentions. He said that it was to protect the lives of the suicide squad and specially approved a wave of high-quality equipment for them.

In fact, when the Leopard Commander saw these hundreds of tin cans covered in heavy armor and decorated more gorgeously than each other.

hiss……

Oh my god, you are dressed so fancy.

Main force!

This is definitely the real main force of the enemy!

Not even good.

Could this be the guards of that ridiculous prince? That means...

Now the Leopards were even more excited, and without saying a word they joined the Suicide Squad.

It was also because of this that the pressure on the infantry regiment, which had gradually suppressed the werewolves under Feng En's command, was greatly reduced and they resumed their march.

The prince, who had been trying to break out, finally escaped from the grassland people's camp under the life-threatening escort of his personal guards and reunited with the mage regiment guarding outside.

“Very good, everyone did a great job!”

Although there were unexpected changes in the plan during the process, he was able to resolve them with his amazing wisdom.

Moreover, the most valuable cavalry and mages in the nearly 20,000-strong army have been successfully withdrawn, and all the goals in the planned plan have been achieved. Any remaining troops that can be withdrawn will be a huge profit.

So after arriving at the mage camp, he held the hand of the mage leader, who was also his most important aide, and was so excited that he was reluctant to let go for a long time.

——In the end, this prince won this game!

But the third prince, who was already very satisfied, was even considering leaving first, but Christine was still worried about her family's assets.

However, although the infantry regiment had started moving outward again, its speed could not increase at all.

Except for those lucky runaway champions, there was not a single familiar face at the exit that she had tried so hard to maintain.

Instead, with another horn sounded, a group of orcs, or orcs on horseback rushed out from the darkness.

They are even the most authentic greenskins, with sharp fangs that can bend towards the sky, and they are very strong with their lumpy flesh.

Under their sabers, the situation of the Kingdom Knights, who were about to completely annihilate the Centaurs, suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"Drink!"

The Ork commander, the biggest and greenest of the greenskins, who carries a serrated broadsword, is particularly brave and can kill the poor elite knights of the kingdom as if they were soldiers.

He became even more excited when he saw the enemy general who looked like a four-hoofed demon shadow in the dim firelight, and he immediately rushed up to fight him for three hundred rounds.

But the commander of the troop, who had been beaten by Christine to the point of being unable to take care of himself and whose spear was broken into two pieces, hurriedly stopped him.

"Wait a minute, brother, that woman is very evil, you may not be able to defeat her!"

But not even death can stop an eager greenskin, let alone a flustered Centaur?

"Haha, what a joke!"

Instead, the big greenskin smiled heroically and patted the centaur's shoulder which had not been broken.

"Don't be afraid, bro. Just wait here until I bring her back to be your father!"

After saying that, he rode his horse towards the giant monster, and while the monster had its back turned to him, he raised his hand and slashed at it without any psychological pressure.

However, the opponent's intuition was more sensitive than he imagined. Before he could turn around, the lance in his hand had already swung towards him.

"Fuck!"

This move frightened him so much that he became gentle and easy-going. He quickly switched from offense to defense and was able to block the cold light that was heading for his neck.

But such danger did not make him retreat. Instead, he became even more excited. He clenched his hands, which were bleeding from the knuckles, and shouted loudly.

"What a skill! I am Barron Bloodblade, the King of Orcs. Who are you?"

Christine subconsciously wanted to say, "I know, Wang Baron, right? I'll carve this on your grave when you die," but suddenly she remembered her current identity.

Oh, if not now, when?

Then he cleared his throat.

"I am a noble from the Deep Forest, Viscount Christian Pearl. Since you are from the grassland, you should remember this last name!"

I know, I really know. I know it so well that Barron's eyes have become as big as bells.

"Are you from the Pearl Tribe!?"

But there was someone who was even more surprised than him. That was the commander of the troop who was strong enough but was still beaten up by Christine like a child.

He came over limping on one leg and swinging one arm, pointing at Christine's face.

"You...Fabrick! Who is Fabrice Pearl to you?"

Christine was the type of person who was used to calling first and chatting later, and when she saw that the other party was actually trying to strike up a conversation, she stamped her hooves impatiently and spoke in a bad tone.

"That's my father's name. Have you two old men had enough of this chat? I'm going to chop off your heads!"

However, their next words directly cleared her momentum, turning her into complete confusion.

"Then I/he is your second uncle!"

???

Second Uncle also broke down. He waved his hands in the air and gestured for a long time before he uttered a sentence.

"That's not right. Although the people in our tribe are indeed larger than those in other tribes, how did you grow so big?"

"I……"

How could Christine possibly know the answer to this question? She was choked by the question.

Seeing this, Barron, who was a straightforward person and had a very close relationship with his second uncle, stood up.

"Brother, since this is your niece, I can't let her go astray."

"Wait a moment, I'll help you tie her back to the grassland!"

After saying that, he kicked his horse's belly and rushed towards Christine.

It’s not that Barron likes to brag, at least in close combat, he is good at using a broadsword and is definitely better than the Centaur whose main job is riding and shooting.

But that’s all. Not to mention that no matter how pure and excellent his mount is, it is certainly not as enjoyable as Christine’s “oneness of man and horse”.

Even if he eliminated this gap, relying solely on his personal fighting strength, he could only barely avoid getting hurt, but he would still be defeated by Christine's fierce attack.

"Brother! Are you sure this is your niece? Why do I still feel like this should be your ancestor?"