Chapter 443 Nizi, I Am Your Second Uncle

When the knights of the kingdom galloped their horses and fought fiercely with the Centaur Legion under the leadership of Christine.

The mage regiment also took the time to find a good hillside, relying on chariots and civil magic, and quickly deployed into a spellcasting position like a base vehicle.

Under strict regulations and procedures, rows and rows of AOE magic were ready, like a different version of Katyusha, splashing towards the grassland people's camp.

The grassland people who gathered around them and spontaneously wanted to save other compatriots died under the intensive magic bombardment.

Looking at the night sky that was almost illuminated by magic, the third prince sitting in the carriage trembled and pulled the curtains again with his fingers.

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but slap his thigh.

"Beautiful!"

It's no wonder he was excited. Now everything is going according to his plan. It will probably not take long to complete this legendary breakout.

As for the fact that he abandoned the city and fled as the commander-in-chief, and lost nearly 10,000 soldiers and generals, etc....

If he died, even if he didn't run away, his second brother would definitely put such a hat on him and become a stepping stone for him to continue to climb up.

But if he survived, he could use his connections to celebrate his funeral, and even turn it into a great achievement in the history books!

For example...

His Royal Highness the Third Prince sacrificed himself as bait to attract the Khan of Peimos and all his main forces, and with an unimportant castle, he held them back for seven days!

No, no, this is too conservative, how can it show my importance? I need to post two more sentences.

Um...

Ah, right!

If this prince hadn't taken action, the Khan of Peimos, who underestimated the strength of our army, would definitely gather an army of 100,000... No, 200,000! A full-scale invasion of the northern border.

Although our Shenlin people are brave and fearless, and the soldiers are fearless, and most importantly, there is my father's wise and powerful, unparalleled leadership, but it is inevitable that there will be greater casualties.

Thanks to this prince for proving the courage of the Deep Forest People, they gave up this strategic gamble, avoided the end of the corruption in the north, and indirectly saved countless lives.

So how am I agro?

I agro is clearly a hero, a great hero!

As we all know, the highest level of lying is to deceive others with the truth, but if we talk about the highest level, it is definitely possible to deceive oneself.

So the third prince, who was madly writing a little script in his heart, was even really touched by himself.

His face was happy, angry, hesitant, and a little depressed.

Fortunately, the curtain of the carriage was pulled tight, otherwise if this look was accidentally seen by others, his next stop would probably be a mental hospital.

But it is still well known that making up a little script in the mind, opening champagne at halftime, and gambling on the fate of the country are all taboos in military strategists.

Even if you win for a while, you will definitely be slapped in the face in the end.

So as expected, the accident came.

"Woo woo~~~"

Accompanied by the low horn sound that was almost engraved into the bones of the Deep Forest People along with fear, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield seemed to change all of a sudden.

Objectively speaking, no matter how hard the Deep Forest People tried, no matter how many surprise attacks they made, they could only mess up a part of the huge position of the Grassland People.

When the enemy recognizes the current situation and draws superior forces from other places to strangle them, the advantage they gained by surprise attacks will begin to be infinitely compressed.

For example, now, with swords and shadows, an elite battle group composed of werewolf swordsmen and shieldmen as the main body broke into the battlefield from the flank amid the howling sounds.

Although they failed to catch up with the prince's guards who were highly mobile and had been avoiding battles, they still ran into the Deep Forest Infantry who followed closely behind.

If it were normal times, Feng En, who was at least a fierce general, would have enough confidence to lead his soldiers to swallow up these stupid dog heads in one gulp.

But at this time, they had just broken out halfway and were right in the middle of the grassland camp, which was the most dangerous time.

Any hesitation could lead to the enemy's encirclement, so they had no time to fight with them.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't fight!"

Feng En could only keep ordering the messengers to inform the whole army and urge each 100-man team to speed up and not get stuck here!

However, the enemy commander, who was not sure whether he was the Khan of Pemos, knew their pain.

This group of wolf soldiers, who were flexible and cruel by nature, mainly played a disgusting diversionary role.

You can't hold back your anger and turn around to fight me? Then I'll block it with my shield and quickly retreat to keep a distance.

You run away with your head held high? Then I'll catch up and stab you in the heart to see how hard your scalp is!

And from the figures given before, it can be seen that the number of soldiers in this fourth part is the largest. In fact, there are more than 10,000 infantrymen assigned here.

The internal structure of the grassland camp was not simple to begin with. With the howling wind and heavy snow, their progress was slower than expected. Now they were being held back by the enemy at the cost of their lives, making it even more difficult to move forward.

So the third prince, who was walking in front, even had his mind confused for a moment after hearing the news.

——What, what the hell? There is no such part in my script!

Although he quickly calmed down after a brief moment of confusion, just as he was about to command other troops to rush to support, he suddenly found out...

The Kingdom Knights were fighting with the Centaurs at the moment. They were out of reach and could only ensure that the exit was unobstructed. They really couldn't rush back to the chaotic enemy camp.

Although the Mage Warband had already deployed spell positions, the enemy was mixed with our army at the moment, and they couldn't close friendly fire, so they definitely couldn't savagely bombard and clear the field.

And he had already suppressed the number of his personal guards to the minimum. If he continued to reduce it, it would be very likely that he would capsize in the gutter, unable to escape and become a prisoner, or simply turn into a corpse.

——No, buddy, why do you suddenly have no cards!

Fortunately, as a prince, the third brother is best at making cards out of nothing.

Therefore, he immediately ordered the death squad behind to speed up, just for me, to outflank from the flank!

Although anyone with a discerning eye could see that they wanted to use the death squad as bait to distract the enemy's offensive, so that the infantry regiment could regain speed and quickly leave the enemy camp.

But at this time, how could they still be in the death squad for a little money? How could their brains be normal?

They even turned against Tiangang, thinking that this wave was a large force that had tied down the main force of the enemy for them, and they might be able to greatly reduce the difficulty of passing the level and break out at a faster speed!

Unfortunately, they really thought too much this time. The third prince was really not so kind, and the direction he pointed to them was actually a dead end.

Therefore, the death squad did not go far before they ran into the leopard elite corps that had just arrived, a group of high-level warriors holding spears and shields.

To be honest, if the commander of the leopard corps knew the composition of this group of strange guys, he would definitely let them go without hesitation.

They were just a group of useless abandoned pawns. They were financially dependent and could not influence the situation at all.

It would be better to support his werewolf comrades quickly, maybe he could tear off a few more pieces of meat from that hard bone.

However, the third prince did a "good" thing with bad intentions. He said that he was taking care of the lives of the death squad and specially approved a wave of high-quality equipment for them.

In fact, when the leopard commander saw these hundreds of tin cans with heavy armor all over their bodies and more gorgeous decorations than each other.

Hiss...

My god, they are dressed so fancy.

The main force!

This is definitely the real main force of the enemy!

It's even possible.

Could this be the guard of that prince? That wouldn't be...

The leopards were even more excited, and they fought with the death squad without saying a word.

It was also because of this that the infantry regiment that had gradually suppressed the werewolves under Feng En's command was greatly reduced in pressure and resumed its march.

The prince who had been trying to break through the siege finally escaped from the grassland people's camp under the life-saving escort of his guards and completed the reunion with the mage regiment guarding outside.

"Very good, everyone did a great job!"

Although the plan had unexpected changes in the middle, he finally resolved it with his amazing wisdom.

In addition, the most valuable cavalry and mages in the nearly 20,000 troops have been successfully withdrawn, and the goals in the planned plan have been fully achieved. Any remaining cavalry that can be withdrawn will be a huge profit.

So after arriving at the mage position, he held the hand of the mage leader, who was also his most important staff, and was excited and unwilling to let go for a long time.

——After all, this game was won by this prince!

But the already satisfied third prince was even considering whether to leave first, but Christine was still worried about her little wealth.

However, although the infantry regiment had started to move outward again, the speed was not fast at all.

Except for those lucky runaway champions, there was not a single familiar face at the exit that she was desperately maintaining.

On the contrary, with another horn, a group of orcs on horseback, or orcs, came out of the darkness.

They were even the most orthodox big greenskins, with sharp fangs that could bend toward the sky, and their lumpy flesh was very strong.

Under their sabers, the situation of the Kingdom Knights, who were about to completely kill the Centaurs, suddenly took a sharp turn for the worse.

"Hey!"

The biggest and greenest of the greenskins, the Ork commander who was carrying a sawtooth broadsword, was particularly brave and could kill the poor elite Kingdom Knights as if they were soldiers.

After seeing the enemy general who was like a four-hoofed demon shadow in the dark firelight, he was even more excited and immediately rushed up to fight him for three hundred rounds.

But the Centaur commander, who had been beaten by Christine to the point of being unable to take care of himself and even the spear in his hand was broken into two pieces, hurriedly stopped him.

"Wait, brother, that woman is very evil, you may not be able to beat her!"

But even death could not stop an impatient big greenskin, let alone a embarrassed Centaur?

"Haha, what a joke!"

The big greenskin laughed heartily and patted the centaur's shoulder that was not broken.

"Don't be afraid, brother. Just wait here until I tie her up and bring her back to be your father!"

After saying that, he rode his horse towards the giant monster, and while the other side had its back to him, he raised his hand and slashed it without any psychological pressure.

However, the other side's intuition was more sensitive than he thought. Before he turned around, the horse lance in his hand had already swung over.

"Fuck!"

This move scared him so much that he became gentle and easy-going. He quickly switched from offense to defense, and only then did he barely block the cold light that swept towards his neck.

But such danger did not make him retreat, but made him more excited. He even clenched his hands with blood on his knuckles and shouted loudly.

"Good skills! I am Barron Blood Knife, the king of Orcs. Who are you?"

Christine subconsciously wanted to say "I know, King Barron, right? I'll carve this on your grave when you die" but suddenly remembered her current identity.

Oh, if not now, when?

So he cleared his throat.

"I am a noble of the Deep Forest, Viscount Christine Pearl. Since you are a grasslander, you should remember this surname!"

Know, really know, Barron's eyes turned into copper bells.

"Are you from the Pearl Tribe!?"

But someone was more surprised than him. That was the commander of the troop who was strong enough but was beaten up by Christine like a child.

He limped over with one leg and swung one arm, pointing at Christine's face.

"You...Fabrick! Who is Fabric Pearl to you?"

Christine was the kind of person who was used to fighting first and then talking. Seeing that the other party was actually chatting, she stamped her hooves impatiently and spoke in a bad tone.

"That's my father's name. Have you two old guys talked enough? I'm going to chop off your heads!"

However, their next sentence directly emptied her momentum and turned her into a complete confusion.

"Then I/he is your second uncle!"

? ? ?

The second uncle also collapsed. He waved his hands in the air randomly, and gestured for a long time before he could say another sentence.

"That's not right. Although the people and horses of our tribe are indeed a circle larger than those of other tribes, how can you grow so big?"

"I..."

How could Christine know the answer to this question? She was choked by the question.

Seeing this, Barron, who was originally straightforward and had a very close relationship with his second uncle, stood up.

"Brother, since this is your niece, I can't let her go astray."

"Wait a minute, I'll help you tie her back to the grassland!"

After saying that, he kicked the horse's belly and rushed towards Christine.

It's not that Barron likes to brag, at least in close combat, he is good at using a big knife and is definitely better than the centaur whose main job is riding and shooting.

But that's all. Not to mention that no matter how pure and excellent his mount is, it is definitely not as comfortable as Christine's "man and horse as one".

Even if this gap is eliminated, relying on personal fighting strength alone, except for being able to barely avoid injury, he will still have to retreat step by step in the face of Christine's fierce attack.

"Brother! Are you sure this is your niece? Why do I still feel that it should be your ancestor!"