Ultimate Assassin System

Among the three legions on Bran's front line, the Zichen legion is in the middle, guarding the crucial and crucial middle. The Thunder Legion is on the right and the Cang Yan Legion is on the left, forming two defense lines together.

In the Thunder Legion's defense area, hundreds of kilometers of wilderness were being fought in full swing this afternoon. The Cangyan Legion on the left was also attacked by barbarians, but it was not a checkpoint, but a large city. Moreover, the barbarian offensive here is not that fierce, and even seems a bit unhurried.

It was not until evening that the loud shouts of death that had been shouting here all day finally stopped. After the last wave of barbarians were knocked down from the wall, several deep horn trombones sounded, and the barbarians ceased their activities and retreated.

After a while, the people who cleaned up the battlefield from the barbarian side appeared, not to carry the corpses of their companions. There was no habit of burying them in the ground in the Northern Wasteland. Those who could afford it would be buried, and most of them would just let them stay where they died. The moving barbarian figures were outside the bow and arrow range of the city wall, picking up the weapons of their dead companions, peeling off the armor of Bran soldiers, etc. There is no way, although the Northern Wilderness is extremely rich in various minerals, they do not have the production technology of Bran. It is like the huge iron rod held by some ordinary barbarians, which is just a simple iron lump.

On a mound a few miles outside the city, about a dozen people stood in the cold wind and had a panoramic view of the situation under the city wall.

Standing at the front is an old man with frosty white temples and wearing large-leaf dragon scale armor. From some appearance features, he is undoubtedly a barbarian, but he is different from ordinary barbarians. His physique is the same majestic, but not as strong. The sloppy long hair, even at a glance, almost looks like old man Bran. Especially the face and temperament, there is no fierceness exposed by ordinary barbarians, but some are just old and calm, with eyes as abyss as the sea, like a wise old magician who has experienced many vicissitudes of life.

Watching the barbarians retreating in an orderly manner at the foot of the mountain, the old man nodded, and said with appreciation in his plain tone: Well done. This was certainly not sarcastic, and the old man's smooth and round tone of Bran's tone was almost conclusive.

It's Haru, it must be the marshal's teachings. Well, in a few days, the Bran people in the city won't be able to hold on. A middle-aged barbarian officer behind him took a step forward and said that he would lead the battle. The officer gave the old man a flattering slap, then shook his head and said with a smile, Haha, if it is a forceful attack, we can take it tomorrow.

It's not worth it. The old man looked calm and looked at the precarious Bran City in the distance again. We are facing a powerful enemy, just like those giant beasts in the wilderness. It is impossible to kill him with one attack. So we are radical at the moment. , which has no benefit except increasing casualties.

Well, that's true. The middle-aged officer did not argue, but just shrugged and said, Tiu's side is fighting very fiercely. The news I just got is that he has launched a frenzy on dozens of levels in the wilderness outside the Thunder Legion. Attack. Well, we should be able to defeat it.

Peripheral level? The old man frowned upon hearing this, then lowered his head and remained silent. This state fell in the eyes of the middle-aged barbarian officer, and a look of admiration appeared on his face. Of course he knew that the old man next to him was familiar with the terrain of Bran. It was no exaggeration to say that the general topography of the entire northern part of Bran was almost in the old man's heart.

After pondering for a moment, the old man shook his head slightly: Tiwu's move is too risky. Capturing those checkpoints can certainly expand the results, but his position is already close to the Zichen Legion's defense zone.

The middle-aged officer nodded, shook his head and smiled bitterly: We know this, and Tiwu certainly knows it, but... haha, I'm afraid his purpose is to touch the Zichen Legion.

Stupid! Shen shouted, the old man's face showed anger, and he said unceremoniously, Who does he think he is? He can also provoke Zi Yi? If he is not careful, this good situation will be ruined in his hands!

After a pause, his anger subsided a little, and he waved his hand and said, Give Tiu a message now and ask him to move his troops and keep me far away from the Zichen Army.

Then he must be able to listen... The middle-aged officer couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Of course, he still nodded and said, Yes... In fact, although Tiwu acts crazy, he can still see the overall situation clearly, even if he provokes Zichen The legion must have figured out its retreat, so it shouldn’t be a big problem. Besides, well, it’s good to let him learn a lesson.”

Hmph! The old man snorted coldly, but did not refute the middle-aged officer's evaluation of Tiu, but still said angrily, Anyone can learn a lesson from anyone, but not from Ziyi's hands... Huh, I'm afraid that his retreat was also planned by Zi Yi, and he ended up being eaten in one bite.

The old man was quite wary of Ziyi in his words, and even seemed to be showing weakness. However, the people around him didn't have any other expressions after hearing it, it seemed like that was how it should be.

The middle-aged officer nodded and sighed: Zi Yi... is indeed too scary. But we also have backup plans, as long as he is not exposed...

Shut up! Before he finished speaking, the old man suddenly turned his head, his calm eyes as deep as the sea suddenly became ripples, and an iron-blooded murderous aura that belonged to the battlefield instantly spread on the hills, and the awe-inspiring cold wind around him seemed to change. Well-behaved, the whistling stopped.

Unmoving like a mountain, moving like thunder!

Under this momentum, the middle-aged barbarian officer choked for breath and involuntarily took a few steps back. Knowing that he had violated a taboo due to carelessness, he immediately knelt down on one knee without saying a word, with cold sweat covering his forehead.

The power of thunder came and went quickly. After scanning the surrounding area with his razor-sharp eyes, the old man fell silent again and returned to his normal tone: You know the seriousness of this matter, and I don't want to hear it again.

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked down the mountain. The middle-aged officer escaped, stood up, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and immediately followed with a dozen people behind him.

At the foot of the hillside, a dozen barbarians were pushing a Bran man wearing armor and covered in blood, as if they wanted to behead him on the spot. When the barbarian soldiers looked up and saw the old man and others coming down, their expressions immediately changed, and they gave a big salute, saying that they had seen the marshal.

The old man nodded slightly, then glanced at the Bran man. His eyes paused at the rank on his sleeves, and he raised his head and asked, What's going on?

A few barbarian soldiers did not dare to neglect, and spoke in vague barbarian language, saying that this Bran man was a prisoner captured during the city battle at noon. He seemed to be a Bran officer. They wanted to press for some intelligence information in the city, but unexpectedly The other party actually had some backbone and would rather die than obey, so he decided to kill him now.

The old man nodded after hearing the words, pondered for a moment, walked up to the tortured and dying officer Bran, and said, Go back and tell your defending general, um, it's Bennett. Let's attack the city tonight. He is ready. After saying this, he waved his hands to the dozen or so barbarians, Let him go, and in addition, take my words to Haru.

Yes! Although he was a little confused, the barbarian soldier certainly did not dare to question it and directly carried Officer Bran towards the distant city wall.

These barbarian soldiers did not dare to question, but a young barbarian behind the old man had no such concerns and asked directly: Marshal, why is this? Night attacks on the city are very detrimental to the attackers.

The old man seemed to like being a teacher. He glanced at the young man and nodded appreciatively, That's right. If you don't understand, just ask. Don't pretend to understand. A night attack on a city is indeed detrimental to the attacker, but the difficulty of defense is not small. Well. , as a general, you must first know your opponent well enough. The general defending the city in front of you is Bennett. You may not know it, but he is also a veteran Bran who has been guarding here for more than ten years.

This man is cautious, suspicious, and narrow-minded. He is not good at attacking fortresses, but he has a lot of experience in defending the city. I asked the officer to take the lead in attacking the city tonight, but he definitely didn't believe it. Such a night attack would have great consequences. Success is possible.”

The young barbarian nodded convinced after hearing this, and then asked: But what if we can't attack tonight? Then wouldn't we let go of Officer Bran in vain?

The old man shook his head and said calmly, Even if we can't capture it tonight, the narrow-minded Bennett was tricked once, made wrong decisions, lost face in front of his men, and when he got angry, he would use excuses like annihilation to kill him. Got that officer. Well, do you understand?

Uh... I understand. After opening his mouth, the young barbarian was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man in awe, lowered his head and answered.

The old man nodded happily, as if he had done nothing, and went straight to the horse on the side: Okay, let's go, let's go and see other battlefields.

…………(To be continued.)