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Dozens of energy bombs smashed into the dwarf army formation, and hundreds of dwarf warriors turned into pieces of flesh and blood, staining the ground red.

Seeing the commotion in the front army, Andela ordered his personal guards to come forward to suppress it and killed dozens of people, thus stabilizing the army and preventing a rout.

Twelve volleys of magic energy cannons took away the lives of nearly eight hundred dwarf soldiers.

Andela looked normal and continued to order the troops to move forward.

When the distance between the two sides was a thousand meters, Moncas ordered the bombardment to stop and ordered the front troops to step forward to engage.

The opponent's military formation was very sparse, and consuming an intermediate magic crystal and firing an energy bomb could only take away the lives of more than a dozen dwarf warriors. Although the gain outweighed the loss, this was military supplies distributed by the kingdom. It was not in vain, anyway. No need to spend your own money.

The two sides engaged in a brutal and bloody fight, with the figures of dwarves and human warriors intertwined.

Every moment, dwarves lose their lives, and human warriors also fall, and their blood stains the earth red, confirming the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

The blood gathered together and flowed into the Misty River, dyeing its banks red and attracting countless aquatic creatures.

"Viscount Muncas, this battle should be over." Gref opened his eyes and said.

Hearing this, Mengkas said respectfully: "Then it's your fault, sir."

Gref nodded, disappeared, and appeared behind Andra. Before he could react, he took off the opponent's head, cut off the flag, and then left the place.

Seeing the opponent's flag falling, Moncas no longer hesitated and ordered the entire army to charge without letting any enemy escape.

"Sir, the flag has fallen and the general is gone." A dwarf warrior touched the scraps of flesh on his face and pointed to the rear, his voice filled with fear.

When the dwarf officer heard this, he turned around and looked away, his faith shattered.

After being briefly absent-minded for a few seconds, he was awakened by the sound of fighting on the battlefield. He clenched the hammer in his hand and loudly ordered: "Retreat."

Gathering more than 80 soldiers around, using the dwarf officers as sharp knives, they broke out to the north.

When the other dwarf officers saw the flag fall, they all realized that the command center was gone. With the idea of ​​preserving their strength, they gathered the surviving soldiers around them and broke out.

Facing the encirclement and suppression of tens of thousands of troops, the dwarf army that successfully broke through was only about a thousand people.

"My Lord, three thousand dwarves were killed, but according to predictions on the battlefield, only one thousand two hundred dwarves escaped. This time we won a great victory." A knight came to Moncas and reported respectfully.

"Gather the injured soldiers and send them to the wounded camp as soon as possible for the priest to treat them."

"Yes, my lord." The knight bowed and bowed, then withdrew.

Seeing this scene, Edgar sighed with emotion: "We suffered at least more than 4,000 casualties in this battle, but being able to replace 5,000 dwarves is already a great victory."

"In the final analysis, the soldiers at the bottom of our army are still not as strong as the dwarf warriors, otherwise they would not be fighting like this." Viscount Sigro shook his head and said.

"There is no way around it. The lower limit of us humans is just like that. We can't compare to the dwarves, but we have a numerical advantage, which is a kind of comfort." Viscount Algernon said, causing several others to nod in agreement.

In addition to Edgar, Muncas, Algernon and Sigurold all made up their minds that no matter what the cost, they must buy the kind of dried meat that can speed up cultivation from Verin.

Compared with those barons, they see further and understand very well that in order to obtain more military exploits, in addition to their own strength and network resources, the combat effectiveness of the army is also very important.

If there is a chance but without a strong army, even if the "cake" is placed in front of you, you will not be able to eat it.

……

Marius City, the city lord's palace.

"General, Andela died in battle, and the 7,000 troops he commanded, as well as more than 2,000 people, were all killed at Yehekou." A gold-level dwarf stood in front of Gold and answered with his head lowered.

"Who is in charge of those two thousand troops now?"

"A dwarf officer named Michid, with high-level strength in Silver, is temporarily taking over the position of general and controlling the two thousand troops." Hearing this, the golden dwarf warrior lowered his head and replied.

"Report this matter to Lord Gemil and ask the superiors how to deal with it."

"Yes, General."

Three days later, the establishment of the Western Hills Provincial Legion was abolished. The two thousand remnants of the army commanded by Michid were dismantled into three parts and turned into the Marius City Patrol Force. As for the officers in the army, they were all named as generals of the defeated army. , detained on the spot.

After repelling the dwarf Xiqiu Provincial Army, Yehekou returned to the peace of the past. The two sides were clearly divided and Qiu had no offense.

……

In November 9738 of the Glorious Calendar, the Kingdom of Ilia gathered three million troops to attack the Barisan-Kasisen-Brak defense line. The purpose was very obvious. It was the hill city, the capital of the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom, and forced the dwarf king from the northern battlefield. Twelve legions were mobilized to return reinforcements.

For the sudden madness of the Ilia Kingdom, the King of the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom already had a plan to deal with it. He opened the backup treasury to support the southern battlefield.

However, under this situation, the "soil exchange" plan he had formulated could only be abandoned.

The Bahio Kingdom took this opportunity to deploy tens of millions of troops, just to regain its lost territory and wash away its shame.

In mid-December, the scale of the war further expanded.

There is still no war in Yehekou.

"Third uncle, why are you here?" Weilin looked at this "uninvited guest" and was a little surprised. Why did his third uncle come here if he didn't stay in the 27th Corps?

Balmond sat down next to Verin and said with a cold face: "Why, my eldest nephew, are you just welcoming me like this?"

"Yeah, yeah." Weilin nodded cooperatively, but when he saw Third Uncle who was about to take action, he quickly changed his face and said softly, "Uncle, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, don't do it."

"My strength has improved a lot. It seems that in a few decades, you will be the one to beat up your third uncle."

"No, no, I am not such a person."

Weilin spoke in agreement, but he had another thought in his heart. When he has the strength, he can give it a try.

"Okay, I still don't know what your kid is thinking."

Seeing his nephew's little thoughts, Bamond did not hesitate to expose them.

Seeing this situation, Weilin was thick-skinned enough and pretended to be nonchalant. As long as I don't say anything, it doesn't matter even if you guess it. There is no evidence anyway.

"Okay, I came to you this time for a serious business." Balmond looked at his nephew who looked as usual, stopped teasing him, sat upright, and said.

"What's the matter? Is there some treasure underground at Yehekou?" Weilin tilted his head and asked curiously.

Balmond was very surprised when he heard this. He looked at Verin as if he was seeing an undead.

Weilin looked at his third uncle's expression and asked with some uncertainty, "It can't be true."