Please Sink In Happiness

The rations did not arrive on time. Now the soldiers at the lowest level have run out of food. Lieutenants from nobles can eat normally, but if they are just lieutenants from civilians, they can only receive minimum food and water.

This is the rule of the army on the Eastern Front of Grouchy.

All priority is given to the interests of the nobility, followed by rank.

"Humph."

The angry magician put away his whip and sat at the long table covered with a white tablecloth, their faces illuminated by the dim and romantic candlelight.

Most of the magicians are fair-skinned and look young and beautiful, even comparable to the elves who are known for their beauty.

Among them, a female magician in an evening dress said with a smile:

"You are very kind, Mr. Provanda. If these rats touch my dinner with their dirty hands, I'll chop off his hands."

"I don't think Mr. Prowanda may be kind. That boy is dead." The noble-looking young magician cut the steak with a knife and said lightly, "Oh, it's pitiful."

"If you're so sympathetic, why don't you distribute the food among the rats?"

"I only sympathize with them, but it doesn't mean I will help them." The young magician glanced at the blood-covered young soldier indifferently and said, "Hurry up and drag it on, we are not vampires, this **** I can't eat at all because of the smell, so I shouldn't be able to survive this injury, so just throw it outside and bury it."

Then, two soldiers carried the boy out.

When he came back, the young magician threw the bones from the plate to the two soldiers, and said with a gentle and friendly smile:

"Thank you for your hard work."

Even if humiliated, bones can make soup...

The soldiers clenched their fists, and the magicians under Grouchy were the most difficult to serve.

God, how wonderful it would be to kill a cruel and tyrannical person like Grushi.

Although it was their main general, the soldiers all looked forward to Grouchy's early death, even though some of them had committed monstrous crimes in Liege, and now they began to curse Grouchy under starvation.

"By the way, the moonlight is really bright today."

A magician suddenly said.

"Indeed, this light is unusual today."

At this time, the old man sitting in the middle of the long table seemed to have thought of something bad, and suddenly frowned:

"No, that's magic, get out of the way!"

In the next second, the moonlight turned into countless icy white flames, pouring down like a downpour.

In all directions of the White Cross Magician Group, soldiers of the Fars Federation with rifles appeared one after another.

The pitch-black muzzle was aimed at the magicians. Several magicians had no time to cast defensive magic and were shot through their chests, including the middle-aged magician who had just raised his whip to kill the young man.

Among the soldiers of the Fars Federation, Prince Sinan, who was riding a white horse and wearing a robe, was throwing hateful eyes.

"Impossible, why are the Fars pigs and dogs here? Why?" Looking at the dark army, the magicians kept roaring, "Where are the scouts? What do the scouts eat?"

"Report, my lord, the scout passed out of hunger this morning."

Chapter 190 Noble Death in Battle

The White Cross Magician Group of Shengluer Kingdom could never have imagined that the Fars Federation, which had far fewer troops than its own, would take the initiative to attack, and just by virtue of the magic just now, it was certain that the enemy army sent this time. What came was not a motley crew, but the main force.

The cold white flames illuminated the dark night sky, which looked dark and terrifying. The extremely low temperature made the soldiers who were already hungry suddenly feel cold. Several soldiers had been frozen into ice sculptures. In a trance, several soldiers felt that maybe only That white flame can keep them from freezing to death, and they instinctively want to use the flame to keep warm.

"Dangerous, come back!" one of the magicians yelled.

However, it was too late. The low-temperature flame actually had extremely high temperature. In the blink of an eye, the smell of the meat being scorched was wafted with a scent. The tragic scene did not make the soldiers feel fear, but drooled.

Since the news that the military rations were plundered by the bandits on the day before yesterday, they have been without food, and the extra high-intensity physical labor has made them feel extremely hungry, so a few hungry soldiers rushed up, and at this moment their sanity Has been completely bewitched by the white flames, and the comrades-in-arms burned into black coal are like delicious food.

Then, white flames adhered to the soldiers.

The screams cut through the sky, and it was hard to imagine that a man could make a sharper voice than a woman, but under the severe pain, such a scream was normal.

The skin begins to scorch, and then the epidermis begins to swell, fester, and finally char.

"This is the price you Shengluer people must pay, and the blood debt must be repaid with blood."

The magicians of the Shengluer Kingdom looked at the enemy several times their size and retreated one after another.

The old man of the White Cross Magician began to sing the incantation of the teleportation magic:

"Cover me, don't let the enemy disturb my chant."

The blue magic circle of light circles circle after circle, exuding a strange brilliance.

Prince Sinan could naturally see that the group of magicians planned to retreat, so he ordered loudly:

"Don't let them run away! Keep attacking!"

Afterwards, the prince took the lead and charged towards the soldiers of Shengluer Kingdom with his best swordsmanship.

The magicians behind the prince also began to sing together, the red light was extremely dazzling, and the fireball became more and more vigorous under the wind magic sung by Prince Sinan.

"What the **** are you doing? Hurry up and stop them!"

A female magician screamed loudly, and when her life was threatened, she had no idea what it was like to be decent.

"Hurry up and work! What are you thinking? Keep going, and the enemy's infantry will approach us!"

Another magician yelled at the overseer team.

Although the magicians of the White Cross Magician Group have seen **** scenes, they are just standing at a safe distance to release magic.

Today, the blood, charred corpses, and rotten flesh shot through a sieve by bullets have gone far beyond the wizards' original vision of war.

Now all they have left in their hearts is endless fear.

In order for the soldiers to buy time for the old magician to release the teleportation array, the members of the supervising team neatly shot and killed a retreating soldier. The twenty-year-old soldier whose head was hit by the bullet kept twitching under his own brain , like a drowning fish.

The soldiers looked at the soldiers who were killed by their own people, and then looked at the supervising team, their eyes were full of anger, fear, and submission.

"Hurry up and stand in front to buy time for the distinguished magicians. Whoever dares to retreat now will kill Wuyi!"

The members of the supervising team still squinted their sinister eyes like snakes, and licked the brains that splashed on the corners of their lips.

At this moment, the supervising team was still sneering, without the slightest fear.

"Why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and go up!"

Another soldier was shot to death, and the soldiers finally stepped forward. However, due to hunger and fear, the morale of the Shengluer Kingdom Army was not high. In addition, in the face of the menacing army of revenge, there was no room for resistance. Like a sickle cutting wheat, they were killed in large numbers.

Soldiers die in various ways.

Some people say that life is precious, but on the battlefield, life is so cheap.

Magic, bullets, horseshoes, swords...

How the soldiers of the Kingdom of Shengluer treated the unarmed civilians of the Fars Federation, how this army of vengeance treats them now.

Soon, more than a thousand soldiers died in various ways, and even the officers were not spared.

The commander of the supervising team wiped the sword with a handkerchief and asked slowly:

"Dear Master Mage, how long will it take for you to be ready to teleport magic?"

"ten minutes."

"We understand, I hope you can leave alive, Shengluer Kingdom! Long live!"

After the commander of the supervising team, along with the team members, a total of more than 300 people bowed and saluted to the magicians, they launched a suicide charge towards the enemy without changing their face.

Magic penetrated the body, but the soldiers of the supervising team were as strong as zombies. The body was shot through by bullets, but they were still charging, knowing that death was imminent, and they were still using weapons to harvest the lives of enemy soldiers.

They ignore the lives of their compatriots, and they will mercilessly shoot them in the back of the head when they encounter a warrior.

At the same time, they also ignore their own life, the so-called life, is only a part of the country.

"Death is the destination, and there must be a place for us in the Invalides of the Shengluer Kingdom."

The captain of the supervising team was shot seven bullets in the chest, and his left arm had been cut off by a knife. The pale flesh was like a plaster product. In order to become the supervising team soldiers who were not afraid of life and death, they had already used magic to remove the pain.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha…"

In the laughter, they killed more than 400 soldiers who dared to approach, but this way of fighting for their lives quickly made them pay the price.

Only the last warden remains.

He looked at the dead bodies of his colleagues beside him, and did not choose to retreat.

The most important thing about becoming the supervising team of Grouchy is to be ruthless to your compatriots, and also to be ruthless to yourself.

He charged, and then was cut into dense pieces of flesh by Prince Sinan's wind blade magic, the flames were burnt, and all members of the supervising team died in battle.

Finally, only the magicians were left.

Prince Sinan cast a murderous look and said coldly:

"It's your turn now."

The magicians who seemed quite elegant and noble just now crowded into a group. A male magician kept trying to block the enemy with flame magic, but the flame was extinguished by water magic in a blink of an eye.

There is no chance.

Now, if a few magicians in the Kingdom of Shengluer are willing to make sacrifices, perhaps the old magician's teleportation magic will be finished.

Yet no magician was willing to volunteer.

"Come on quickly! Aren't you a man?" The female magician, who looked quite ladylike just now, shoved the middle-aged magician's back.

"Why don't you go? I'm a magician from the Rusor family in the Kingdom of Shengluer. My death is a loss to the whole country. Whether it's my background or my strength, I shouldn't make sacrifices."

"What are you talking about at this time? Hey, Al, I usually take care of you. At this time, is it time for you to repay your gratitude?"

"I... I don't want it, it's terrible, I'm still young, I don't want to die..."

The teleportation magic was five minutes away from the end of the chant.

However, no magician is willing to sacrifice for most people at the cost of death. Even if three to five people make sacrifices, most of the magicians can leave, but everyone has high self-esteem and cherishes life.

Most importantly, they don't want to cheapen the cowards who are huddled in the back.

"Why should I make sacrifices?"

"His Majesty the King has come to my family!"

"You're going to die, you bastard."

"Boring, I didn't expect that the mages of the dignified first army country in the Western Continent turned out to be yours. Forget it, let's all die." He looked indifferently at the sad group of people who were regarded as precious combat power by Grushi. , Prince Sinan showed no mercy, he cast a wink at the magicians of his own camp, and the magicians understood.

Huge meteorites mingled with hellfire fell from the starry sky. The tents of the military camp and the debris of the corpses were blown up by the strong wind pressure. Several magicians had been scared to incontinence. They had boasted proudly that they had seen **** on earth. Hell is right in front of you.

The old magician stopped singing the magic.

Behind his hands, in the vicissitudes of his eyes, the contempt for his colleagues outweighed the fear of death.

"Looks like it's over, hehe."

The next second, the noble bodies of the magicians were smashed into "noble" flesh.

The first counterattack of the Fars Federation ended with a big victory.

Chapter 191

The night was dark, and the 2nd Cuirassier Division was heading towards the friendly army, which was being used as cannon fodder.

At this moment, a white flame like fireworks suddenly appeared in the sky, and after about 20 minutes, the meteorite mixed with the fire of **** smashed into a distant location, and the whole area was filled with fire. The rich magic elements made it difficult to even breathe.

"What's going on here? I remember that the location is the residence of the White Cross Mage Corps. Could it be that..."

Compared to Miss Ivy's surprise, Li Ergou seemed unusually calm. His dark eyes stared at the vast starry sky, and he was not affected by the magic just now.

He knew that Prince Louis' plan was going well.

Taking a steward of the Duke Machiavelli's mansion as the key to winning the war, from a macro-historical point of view, that steward was indeed a small person.

But it is undeniable that the little people can also make history. The Austro-Hungarian crown prince Ferdinand was killed by the Serbian little people in Sarajevo, which triggered a world war. When the balance was in a delicate balance, sometimes even a Ants can also tip the scales.

The Kingdom of Shengluer is getting closer and closer to failure.

From the magic shot just now, it can be judged that the White Cross Magician Group has been completely destroyed. It is almost completely predictable that the army without the support of military rations may be equivalent to a one-sided situation like a hot knife cutting butter in the face of the menacing army of revenge. .

"Miss, presumably the White Cross Magician Group has already fought with the army of the Fars Federation, otherwise it would be impossible to make such a big noise."

"How is that possible? The Fars Federation's troops are far inferior to our army, so how dare they take the initiative to attack? Don't they know that when they take the initiative to attack, our army can attack their empty rear?"