Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 37: Gambling (Part 1)

A thrilling howl blasted from the throats of more than two thousand Exter men, and pounced on the star man who looked like a lone boat.

Without expectation of Thales, his first large-scale battlefield experience arrived.

The sword and shield soldiers of the Fury Guard stood in the first row, with their long swords in their hands, and standing sideways against their robes.

Araka had already turned his mount down, and he held up a scary sword almost one-person tall with both hands, with a fire-like fighting spirit in his eyes, he strode forward.

The soldiers in front voluntarily gave up a three-person wide body to their commander.

"The first round of impact!" Araka looked around and said loudly: "Hold the line of defense!"

The enemy is coming like a tide, getting closer and closer.

At the very center of the battle, Wyah immediately pulled Thales down from the conspicuous horse, tightly surrounding him in a ring of six soldiers, and then joined Edda, Putila, and Luo. Wolf's ranks held the four corners of this small battlefield.

"Go help the front row!" Thales urged: "If they collapse, you can't protect me!"

But his heart is extremely chaotic-he still can't figure it out, how could he face such a situation when he went to serve Exeter?

What happened?

Wiya and Rolf looked at each other and leaned towards the front row under Putila's nod.

Ada sighed and whispered to Putila: "This is the real battlefield. Even the extreme masters must be very careful."

"And such a great disparity in battle..."

"If you have any way to avoid fighting, please mention it!"

"If not, think quickly!"

Tyles gritted his teeth and looked at the enemies charging from all around, the Exeters of the six brigade.

The number of enemies...too many.

Being trapped.

We simply don't have enough troops... No, it should be said that we are not ready to fight at all!

What to do?

Shout out my identity?

But the other side doesn't seem to care at all.

Faced with the upcoming battle, many soldiers from the stars exhaled a breath of heat, clenched their blades and shields, and stared at the aggressive Exeter with solemn eyes.

The first roaring Exeter infantry slammed in front of them.

"Boom!"

His shield slammed into the shield of a sword and shield soldier.

The sword and shield soldiers of the stars, with the help of their counterparts on both sides and the rear, gritted their teeth to withstand the impact of this tall opponent, and swung their swords to block the axe that the opponent had split in the air.

However, more Exeters rushed towards the formation of the Star Mission.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The Exter soldiers screamed and ran into the stars from all directions one after another!

"Kill!"

"Hold them!"

In the roar of the soldiers on both sides, the collision of shields and the clash of weapons intertwined, like countless thunders on the flat ground.

Jenard stood in the first row with two soldiers from the Fury Guard, struggling against the shield with his shoulder.

A swinging mace slammed onto the shield, and Jenard shuddered and almost fell back.

The companion behind him supported his back and helped him stabilize his body.

Jenard, with a twisted face, stubbornly held the shock.

Damn it, he thought bitterly.

These Exeters...their strength and stamina are much stronger than the rebels in the southwest.

Jenard gave him a sword that pierced his forearm and asked his fellow robes to clean him up, while the veteran set aside the mace and kicked him **** his owner’s knee, kicking him staggering. , And then pierced his unprotected neck with a sword.

Blood gushing, and the opponent fumbles and falls on his back.

Fortunately...they are not very flexible.

Just thinking about this, a spear brushed his ears and pierced the abdomen of a soldier to the left of Jenard, who wailed and fell.

Jenard roared to make up for the position of the dead, severing the spear, and resisting a blade that wanted to kill through the gap, a soldier behind him quickly filled the space left by Jenard.

Scenes like this appear in various places in the front row.

The roars and howls were still mixed in the collision of metal and the swordsmanship. Exeter's light infantry pounced on desperately again and again, and were repeatedly resisted by the anger guard and the mission. He retreated, leaving behind a corpse, but people on the side of the stars continued to fall, and the blood gradually stained the snow.

But the veteran of the Fury Guard in the front row, still relying on a wealth of experience and veteran skills, struggled to maintain the line from being broken.

Tyles looked at everything around him with trepidation, the battlefield intertwined with thousands of people.

The cruel and terrifying fight

Blood splashing around.

The roar of giving up life and forgetting to die.

A growing number of corpses.

The battlefield in front of you is undoubtedly more powerful than the previous battle with the Holy Blood Corps.

Commander Araka was also in the first row, and he, with a bad face, guarded the gap between the three alone.

He did not show any fancy and exquisite extreme combat skills, but repeated simple and plain combat moves.

However, no one can take advantage of him.

In the first round of impact, Araka's two-handed sword slashed out the whistle of death in the air, and cut off a head with a cross.

He split the shield, chest and abdomen of the second Exter at the same time, and then swiftly set up a piercing sword in the spurt of blood, and pierced the sword before the opponent could react. His chest.

But next door to him, a soldier from the Fury Guard was smashed to the skull with an axe and fell weakly.

The **** of Exter.

Araka gritted his teeth and exhaled, his face full of fierceness and ferocity, turned around a sword hilt, and staggered the enemy.

"Observe the situation behind and wait for an opportunity to break through and return to the fortress!" Aracah, with a blood-stained face, shook his sword while bowing his head to avoid an axe blade, shouting and ordering.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult!" A guard officer struggled to push a fierce Exter back, and reported him: "More than half of the enemies are behind us!"

"Hold on! They are just relying on the morale of the first round of offensive!"

Araka gritted his teeth and kicked down a shield, a sword pierced the roaring face of its owner, and with a timely wave of his left hand, his forearm blocked a spear and wiped out the blood.

But at the same time, an axe blade slashed towards his head, Araka lowered his head calmly to dodge, and the axe blade took away a few hairs.

Waiah, who is holding a single-edged sword, rushed to him, sent his long sword, and the unreturned front launched, cutting through the opponent's throat with his backhand, but he was scratched on his ribs by the axe blade and grunted.

Beside him, a colleague was rescued by a hammer, his head was smashed, red and white splashed.

"Use less boring swordsmanship and put away your beautiful posture!" Araka caught a straight blade that was slicing towards Huaiya with a sword, and shouted angrily: "On the battlefield, extreme masters are no better How strong are ordinary people!"

"Just stand ten minutes longer and kill a few more soldiers!"

"Every time you attack, save some strength, leave room for dodge, honestly stab and dodge!"

An infantry was knocked into the air and roared and wanted to rush up and hug him. Araka did not hesitate to hold a sword in one hand, punched him in the face, and blasted him back with a fierce elbow. The sound of the opponent's ribs cracking can be faintly heard.

"Otherwise, retreat to the back, don't be a burden!"

The injury was not healed, and the newly injured Huaia had to gritted his teeth and backed out in shame.

A strange wind rushed forward, blowing up snow particles, and several Exeter infantrymen who had made up could not help raising their hands to protect their eyes.

Araka roared wildly with both hands and waved a sword, cut off one person's shield and chest in a timely manner, and then pierced into another person's abdomen.

"This ability is good..." Araka wiped the blood from his face, frowning and looking at Rolf's one-handed Hidden Blade: "But can that thing be on the battlefield too?"

A dumb Rolfe with a broken arm could not distinguish anything, but he did feel the weakness of the Hidden Blade on the battlefield-without a guard, every time he swings the sword, it may be with his arm Goodbye.

He can only use his abilities to support the battle, and the Hidden Blade is used for self-defense.

On the other side of the formation, Willow Ken hid behind a sword and shield soldier, holding a sword strike with his left hand, and sending a shot out of the shield with his right hand, piercing the enemy's side face.

One soldier had his right hand severed. He ate his shield and gritted his teeth and retreated, while the other man went forward.

"You are a doctor, at least do something!" Willow yelled anxiously to Ramon curled up behind him.

"I'm not a military doctor!" Ramon glanced at the enemies in all directions, holding his head and yelling: "And the prince didn't say there is this scene!"

"I knew we should bring some pikemen out!" Edda stood guard around Thales, watching the surroundings, and sighed.

Her defensive scimitar is only suitable for small-scale operations. Unless it hits the key, the damage to the armor is not enough, and it is impossible to dodge as much as possible on a crowded battlefield.

I knew that I should bring my father's two-handed machete, which is known to be able to break armor...that was the standard equipment of the Guards of the Elf Kingdom in ancient times.

"No one expected this battle!" For the time being, no enemy broke through to the second row, but Putila looked back anxiously, glanced at Thales, and exclaimed anxiously: "This is unreasonable! "

"There is nothing unreasonable on the battlefield!" At the forefront of the formation, Araka wielded a big sword frantically: "Surviving is reasonable!"

"Withstand the first round of shock, when their offensive will weaken, look for opportunities to break through!"

"Otherwise we will all die here!"

At the center of the battle, Thales was hiding in the soldier's figure on his stomach, breathing quickly.

He was flustered.

Thyls wanted to calm his hands buried in the snow so that they would stop trembling.

But in the deafening sound of killing and collision of thousands of people, his forearm was like a wild horse running out of control, trembling unconvincingly in the endless fighting, regardless of the master's will.

Damn it.

Tyles trembling teeth and lips, ashamed of his first performance on the battlefield.

Quickly calm down.

But no one seemed to care about his appearance. The soldiers beside him looked around nervously, for fear that the layers of defense would suddenly be breached from that direction.

There was a miserable howl—it ​​was the sound of a star soldier being cut in the waist.

Thylsser shrinks and closes his eyes.

Calm down!

At this moment, the familiar wave spread from the heart.

The world around it seems to be quiet.

Tyles instantly grasped the whole body up and down, and he clearly realized which muscles were trembling.

With the help of that wave, he breathed deeply and rhythmically, finally calming down his unconscious shaking.

Heart and breathing are calming down.

But this is not enough.

Thyls turned his head very slowly, thinking desperately for a time that seemed to have also slowed down countless times.

How to get out of the current predicament?

No, I don't understand military at all. That is the specialty of Araka and Sonya.

I can only think from a more comprehensive and fundamental place...

For example.

Why, why did Rumba kill me?

No.

I should think the other way around.

I die here... What is the purpose of Rumba? What interest does he have?

Think clearly about his motives and interests.

Not possible.

The mission of killing the stars, the heirs of the stars.

He has no interest at all!

What the **** is Narumba for?

At this moment, memories of long-lost past lives resurfaced.

[War is a highly complex and changing form of social conflict, but it has long been ignored in our discipline...]

[Many scholars’ research results are in response to Clausewitz’s classic argument...]

[Male?evi? proposed that structure, organizational capacity, and legalized ideology are both the prerequisites for large-scale collective violence...]

[Weber never explicitly included the social phenomenon of war into the theory, but he mentioned in his definition of the modern state that in its declared territory, the state power monopolizes the legal use of violence...]

Thyls struggled to resist the flashback of memories and the immediate emergency.

Damn it.

In its claimed territory...

Wait!

Tyles' pupils shrank.

Maybe it's not that complicated.

War is never meant to kill.

Territory...

Rumba's original intention was to win the North.

So...

The fluctuations passed, time seemed to return to normal, fighting and death returned to ears.

Tyles was sweating profusely on the ground, breathing heavily.

He found the source of this conflict.

Now.

To solve it!

"No!" An Exeter infantryman watched in horror as Araka cut his throat: "You are...you are..."

But he couldn't say the rest.

"Fill in my place!" Araka gritted his teeth with another sword, chopped over a rough-skinned mace man, and retreated angrily. Two sword and shield soldiers resolutely filled his line of defense.

"The momentum of their charge in this round~IndoMTL.com~ is almost consumed by us," Araka panted, dragging his sword to the center of the battle, and said to Edda: "Leave the person behind, Pack the prince, and I will kill the way back to the fortress!"

"Wait a minute!"

Thyls didn’t care to rest, he raised his head anxiously and shouted, attracting Putila and Araka’s attention: "Rumba!"

"Rumba's army!"

"They did not send heavy infantry, no cavalry, not even crossbows and archers! They were just light infantry recruits temporarily," Thales nervously recalled his only military common sense: "They do not intend to be instant. Rush us in time!"

"So do you want to stay and repay him?" Araka turned around and said sarcastically: "For Rumba's kindness, let us live a quarter of an hour longer?"

"What he wants is to drag us here for this quarter of an hour, rather than quickly annihilate us!" Thales refused Edda's support and stood up with difficulty: "Rumba is betting on the opponent's choice. !"

"Our choice?" Huaia on the side pierced a sword from behind the shield and forced an axe back.

Before Wiya was slashed in the face by a long sword, Rolf dragged him back in time. Wiya gasped and said, "Bet on us to break through or stay on hold?"

"No," Thales opened his eyes and stared at Araka: "Rumba is not betting on us."

"No!" Putila understood it instantly, and his face paled: "He would never dare to use your life..."

Thyls said anxiously: "Grand Duke Rumba bet on Broken Dragon Fortress behind us!"

"The bet is Lord Sonia Sutherley's choice."

"Bet on her to send troops to rescue us!"

Araka's pupils shrank suddenly.

"His bet," Thales yelled: "It's my life and his future!"

Source: Kingdom Blood