Rocot: Reborn

The smoke on the battlefield gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, as if every breath could smell the breath of death. Roccod stood on the high ground, looking down at the battlefield below, his eyes cold and ruthless. Beside him, several generals had gathered, their eyes flashing with awe and expectation.

"Your Majesty, we have won the victory!" A young general could not hide his excitement, with a slight tremor in his voice.

Rocot nodded slightly, still keeping calm. "Victory is only the beginning, the war has just begun." His voice was as cold as ice, but full of unshakable determination.

Another veteran general stepped forward with a serious look on his face. "Your Majesty, our losses are not small. We need time to reorganize and rest."

Roccod turned around and looked at the old general with a sharp gaze. "No, we don't have time to rest. The enemy will never give us a chance to breathe." His voice was low but firm, "We must seize this opportunity, pursue them immediately, and completely defeat them."

The generals looked at each other, and although they were a little hesitant, they did not dare to question Rocot's orders. They all knew that the monarch would never change his decision easily, and behind every decision he made, there were far-reaching strategic considerations.

"Pass the order, the entire army muster up and prepare for pursuit!" Rocot's voice resounded through the battlefield like thunder, his eyes burning with endless anger and hatred.

The generals acted quickly and conveyed the order. After a short rest, the soldiers were ready to go again. Rocot rode his horse in front of the battle, looking at every soldier. His deep eyes revealed an irresistible power.

"Brothers!" Roccod shouted loudly, his voice echoing throughout the battlefield, "Today, we must not only fight for our country, but also for those comrades who sacrificed their lives and for the humiliation we have suffered!"

The soldiers burst into earth-shaking shouts, and everyone's heart was filled with incomparable fighting spirit and firm belief. Under the leadership of Locot, they charged towards the remaining enemy troops like an unstoppable torrent.

On the way to the charge, countless images flashed through Locot's mind, those former comrades, those humiliations that could not be avenged, everything turned into the power of the sword in his hand. Every swing of the sword was a ruthless blow to the enemy, and also an expression of his inner hatred.

The enemy's defenses were as fragile as paper in front of Rocot and his warriors, and were torn apart in an instant. Rocot's sword continued to penetrate the enemy's armor and flesh, and every time he struck, he took the life of an enemy.

At this moment, a strange sound of wind came from behind him. Rocot turned around quickly and saw a masked assassin rushing out from the chaos of the battlefield, with a dagger in his hand pointing directly at his heart. In a flash, Rocot dodged sideways, and the dagger brushed his sleeve, but before he could counterattack, the assassin had disappeared in the chaotic crowd.

"Protect the monarch!" a guard shouted loudly, and several elite warriors quickly stepped forward and protected Rocot in the center.

Roccod stared coldly at the direction where the assassin disappeared, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. "It seems that the enemy has not given up yet." He sneered, "Well, this game has just begun."

However, at this moment, a confidant came in in a panic. "Your Majesty, our rear has been attacked, and the enemy seems to have reinforcements!"

Roccod's expression suddenly changed, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He realized that this battle was far from over, and the real crisis had just begun.

"Pass the order, all troops return and prepare to meet the enemy!" Rocot gave the order decisively, with a fire of revenge burning in his eyes. He knew that only by completely crushing all the enemy's hopes could he truly take back everything he had.

The battle horn sounded again, and Rocot galloped on his horse, swearing secretly in his heart that this time, no matter what the cost, he would crush the enemy completely!

The troops quickly assembled, the footsteps of the soldiers were in unison, and Rocot rode on his warhorse, looking around sharply. He felt the tense atmosphere in the air, and the enemy's attack was undoubtedly testing his determination.

"Your Majesty, the enemy's reinforcements have gathered in the rear, and there are quite a few of them." A scout reported quickly, his face full of anxiety.

"Very good, the enemy has fallen into our trap." A cold smile appeared on Roccod's lips. "Pass the order down, everyone, divide into three groups, the center group will be the main attack, and the left and right groups will make a detour to attack. We must capture the enemy in one fell swoop!"

The generals quickly took orders and led their troops to the battlefield. Rocot galloped ahead, secretly calculating every strategic move in his mind. He held the reins tightly, his eyes flashing with a cold light. In this battle, no mistakes were allowed.

Under his command, the soldiers quickly dispersed, like a huge net, and gradually moved closer to the enemy. The enemy's reinforcements obviously did not expect Locot's reaction to be so quick. When they realized something was wrong, they were already surrounded.

"Charge!" At Locot's command, the central troops rushed towards the enemy like a tide, and the battlefield fell into chaos in an instant.

Seeing the situation was not good, the enemy commander hurriedly ordered a counterattack and tried to break out. However, Locot had already seen through their intentions, and the troops on the left and right quickly surrounded the enemy and suppressed them so that they could not move.

In the fierce battle, Rocot shuttled through the enemy troops like a god of war, and every swing of his sword took the life of an enemy. There was no mercy in his eyes, only coldness and ruthlessness.

The enemy commander looked at his gradually defeated troops in despair, with a look of pain on his face. He knew that he had underestimated Rocot's strength and his determination.

"Kill!" Rocot shouted, and thrust out the sword in his hand like lightning, going straight for the enemy commander's throat. The enemy commander was caught off guard and was killed instantly. The remaining enemy troops immediately lost their command and fell into chaos.

"Pursue with all your forces, and make sure to annihilate the enemy completely!" Rocot shouted the order, his voice resounding across the battlefield like thunder. His warriors rushed towards the remaining enemies like tigers out of their cages, unstoppable.

Just as the battle was coming to an end, a loud bang suddenly came from not far away, and the ground shook violently. Locot turned around suddenly and saw a black smoke rising from behind, followed by a strong shock wave, as if a mysterious force was brewing a bigger conspiracy.

Alarm bells rang in Roccod's heart, and he realized that there was a deeper conspiracy behind this battle. His eyes became sharper, and he tightened his sword, ready to face the greater challenge that was coming.

"Everyone, follow me!" Rocot shouted loudly, leading his warriors to rush towards the direction of the black smoke. He knew that only by uncovering the truth of this conspiracy could the war be completely ended.