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No one would have thought that the Apocalypse Legion would attack without warning.

Lars had never seen such a scene before. He could only stare at the arrow net but could do nothing. He could only watch the crossbow arrows getting closer and closer. He could already feel the rapid loss of life. He was not a soldier, and he had not even seen blood. However, there is absolutely no way to deal with this situation.

The process of this life flashed through his mind at a rapid speed, and Lars felt very regretful. Can't he enjoy himself in the imperial city? I went to Massa Academy to find the ghost.

Rios cursed secretly, Lars was in front of him. If he refused to save the ghost, he would definitely not let him go. If he saved him, he would not be sure that he would survive in this situation.

"damn it···"

Without any time to think, Rios jumped up from the horse and rushed directly towards Las. The next moment when Olas jumped away, the crossbow arrows had arrived. There were three muffled "Puff-Puff-Puff" sounds, and the war horse roared, and then He fell limply to the ground.

The crossbow arrow made of steel was half-pierced, and the horse's thin armor could not withstand the impact of the crossbow arrow.

"Damn it, the wizard, the wizard hasn't taken action yet..."

"Run, run!"

"Ah, don't...ah..."

……

The phalanx was in complete chaos. Facing the rain of arrows, the guards had no choice but to run. All they could do was run.

The knights in front reacted immediately. The cavalry roared and their broad swords swept down many crossbow arrows, blocking Rios and Lars.

They are knights and naturally know what to do.

Taking advantage of the gap, Lars pushed Olas away and shouted toward the rear, but his voice was completely drowned out by the roar of the guards. The first round of crossbow arrows had passed, and the second round had already arrived.

After one round, there were countless casualties, but the knights did not lose much. This made Rios let out a long breath, and ignored the roaring Lars. He grabbed Lars by the collar and ran towards the back. It was too dangerous here. , perfectly covered by the range of the crossbow arrows. On this plain, the crossbow arrows were the god of death, harvesting lives one after another. They had no choice but to hide.

Fortunately, the Apocalypse Legion only has 200 crossbowmen, so its lethality is also very limited.

Gus stood next to Yokesley. A faint light shone on the witch's staff. The fireball was a little bigger than usual after being blessed by the witch's staff. With a tap of his finger, he pushed the fireball out and hit the last five people directly.

Now that the war has begun, Gus will naturally not stand idly by. After all, this small war was brought about by himself.

When the third round of crossbow arrows was fired, the wizard moved, and five ice walls connected together, blocking most of the crossbow arrows. Only a few unlucky guards were hurt, but luckily most of the crossbow arrows did not hit. Hitting the vital point was a life saved.

"Retreat, retreat, maintain formation, retreat three hundred meters."

Oras rode his horse and kept shuttling through the crowd with an anxious look on his face. When three rounds of crossbow arrows came down, more than 200 people were killed on his own side, and he was unable to fight back. This had a huge impact on the morale of the army, which had no intention to fight in the first place. Guards, now Olas just hopes that there will be no deserters.

"Lars, tell me to go down. Anyone who dares to escape will be intercepted and killed on the spot."

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The enemy troops retreated like ants, and the Apocalypse Army also stopped shooting. The distance of three hundred meters was of little significance to the crossbow arrows. The power of the stray arrows was greatly reduced, which was just a waste of crossbow arrows.

Three hundred meters away, Rios looked at the army. Except for the knights, whose condition was slightly better, the remaining guards were ashen-faced and sat on the ground in a daze. Regardless of the wounds they suffered during the retreat, they stared blankly into the distance and cried. The sound gradually rose, and the atmosphere of mourning infected everyone.

None of them had been on the battlefield. They usually managed the city, chased vendors and arrested civilians, but the experiences on the battlefield made them completely numb.

Just a moment ago, his companions who were still laughing and joking fell down in front of him. Some of their heads were pierced by crossbow arrows, and white brains mixed with blood spurted out. The hot blood hit their faces and made them collapse.

The glow blew away the last trace of haze, the sky became completely bright, and the sun climbed out as always.

The breeze blew up, carrying the smell of blood across everyone's cheeks. The corpses exposed to the sun were like a Shura battlefield. Rios looked gloomily at the Apocalypse Legion's camp. The low morale also made him extremely tormented. Now he can only Wait here for support from Soya City and Yika City.

Fortunately, to his relief, the five hundred knights who came with him from Ignatz suffered only minor casualties. There was basically no loss of combat power.

Lars no longer had the arrogance he had before, his face turned pale, and Julou's body shrank into a ball at this moment. The screams from before kept echoing in his mind, and the sound of crossbows piercing the air in his ears never disappeared. His nerves suffered tremendous trauma.

Lying on the side like a dead dog.

But Rios was not in the mood to care about him now. He looked at the five wizards who were still there, and did not dare to reprimand them. He spat a few times, looked at the large group of wailing guards behind him, and shouted: "No one is injured. Follow me to pick up your comrades, don't be afraid, they won't take action, remember to drop all the weapons in your hands."

After the words fell, no one stood up or even responded. Rios looked at the group of guards lying on the ground and sighed, his voice softer: "War is cruel, our brothers are still lying there. , we want to bring them back, he is glorious, the empire will not forget them, come with me, pick up our friends, there are also your partners there. Don't run away, this is a battlefield!"

The guards on the ground turned their heads with difficulty and looked at Rios together. There was no emotion in their stiff eyes. Although the crowd was a little restless, no one stood up.

"Why did you survive? Why? They died for you. They used their bodies to block the crossbow arrows. But now, their bodies are still there. You can't bear to watch them being exposed to the sun and finally turning into beasts. Food? You are soldiers, soldiers..."

Rios's voice finally became calm. This was not their fault. When he first went to the battlefield, people around him died one after another. At that time, he was more fragile than them. Not only did he become seriously ill, I still vomited for several days before I recovered.

War and human nature are incompatible, they are mutually exclusive, so there has to be a process for them to accept it.

Rios didn't press any further, and glanced at everyone's eyes. Slowly, when the first guard put down his weapon and stood up, he was followed by two or three others. Although his spirit was still sluggish, there was a look in his eyes. , it’s not all numb and empty anymore.

"Let's go."

The knight did not move, only Rios led the group of guards over.

The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger.

Bieber and Bei Linya had also woken up. Looking at the piles of corpses under the city, they vomited directly and were sitting behind the city wall trying to calm down.

Many people in the Apocalypse Army also vomited out, and the soil there was already dyed red with blood. With the help of the autumn wind, the entire military camp was wrapped in the smell of blood, but they all survived, even their faces were slightly pale. , but never left the team.

Deaton stood next to Gus, holding Gus's witch wand, covering his nose with three leaves to prevent spitting out, but his eyes were looking up at the sky, not daring to look directly at the bloody river of land.