Appreciating the bloody picture below, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and exclaimed: "Ah! How wonderful! There is nothing more pleasant than the primitive and savage instinct and desire catharsis." What laws, ethics, and morals are all shackles on people's hearts and minds by a very small number of individuals in order to build a stable and exploitative society, just like a lie told a thousand times is the truth, it is just a kind of brainwashing and deception in disguise, in order to make more people accept the reality that is unfavorable to them. It is it that hinders the evolution and development of the individual, and it is also that hinders the survival of the fittest within the entire group. The universe should be chaotic and disordered, not a stable form built on power, resources, and bloodline. ”

It was clear that as a large number of lives were lost, the ubiquitous rules of death coalesced like never before, and at the same time there was an extremely distorted and indescribable energy surrounding him.

You don't need to ask to know that this is the power of chaos, which originates from the beginning of the birth of the universe and is also the power that leads to the end of the destruction of the universe.

Chaos represents disorder, unpredictability, and infinite possibilities.

Theoretically, nothing is above Chaos, for it is the cornerstone of the birth of the entire universe and the ancestor of countless existing rules.

But the interesting thing is that this power is not subordinate to anyone, and it cannot be built and used according to a certain pattern like controlling other forces.

It's like a card that hasn't been opened yet, and you can't know if it's going to be a king or a jester.

Normally, Zhang Cheng, who likes absolute control, should hate the uncertainty of chaotic forces the most.

But the reality is quite the opposite!

Not only did he feel the true meaning of power and the greatness of the moment of the birth of the universe from the chaos, but he also had an unprecedented sense of identity.

Powerful!

Mysterious!

Full of unknowns!

Compared to the order formed after the birth of the universe, chaos is undoubtedly more attractive.

However, it is a pity that the mortals fighting in the wasteland below do not realize that their selfless killing at this moment is not to defend the dignity of the great kingdom and the land from hostile forces, as advertised by the princes and nobles, but only to satisfy the interest of a powerful life, it is a dispensable game and experiment.

War!

Always a deeply selfish act!

If it wins, it will be a minority of the ruling class that will benefit, but if it loses, the majority of ordinary people will have to bear the consequences.

Almost all intelligent life in the universe is essentially killing and plundering to occupy the resources it needs for survival, reproduction, and expansion.

The only difference is that those civilizations that have entered the interstellar age are plundering the resources of outer space, while those who are still bound by gravity to their home planets can only plunder each other.

As for the so-called equal trade, it is essentially the plundering of the inferior civilization by the strong civilization, and the exchange of high value-added products formed through technological accumulation for important raw materials that the other side cannot use at this stage.

It seems like a deal that you are willing to make, but behind the scenes, the weak civilization has no right to refuse at all.

Some people don't care about fame and face at all, and they don't even save the trade, directly send troops to occupy the raw material production areas, and even use the local indigenous people as unpaid slaves.

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Looking at the crumbling infantry phalanx in the distance, Baron Kelranst finally couldn't help but ask: "My lord! Our battle line is about to run out......!

"Don't worry! My good baron. I was just waiting for the entire front to collapse, otherwise how could the other side relax and order an all-out attack. I need a victory, a complete victory, to establish at least half a kingdom. If the deaths of tens of thousands of cannon fodder can be exchanged for these, I think it is very worth it. Kirwin pursed the corners of his mouth and smiled coldly.

Would a tyrant care about the lives of his soldiers?

How can it be!

For him, the army is a consumable, a tool to use to realize his ambitions and desires.

Compared to human soldiers, who are prone to collapse and rebellion, those magic golems and monsters who will obey orders 100% are the real trustworthy hole cards.

The only regret is that the ultimate ownership of these most perfect tools is not in your own hands.

To be precise, Kirwin only has the right to command and use, and once he loses the support of the master behind him, then everything in front of him will instantly come to naught.

That's why he's so desperate to defeat the kingdom quickly and build a political system that's stable enough to make sure he doesn't get thrown away like garbage.

"I see! I see! Since you have such courage, it is better for me to lead the cavalry to launch a charge, and then retreat in full in front of the infantry phalanx. In this way, those soldiers who are still holding out will surely be shaken by the morale of the army, and then fall into panic and confusion, and will be completely defeated in two or three minutes. Baron Calanster grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"Hehe! Strike your own army's morale, you're a genius, Baron. Well, I agree with your plan. But be careful, cavalry is a very valuable resource, and I will count on them to follow and kill later, so as not to suffer too many casualties. Kirwin reminded meaningfully.

"Understood!"

Baron Kelranster slapped his chest hard, put on his helmet and rode his horse to the phalanx of cavalry that was ready to attack on the side.

Under his order, the cavalrymen who had been waiting for a long time tightened their armor, lined up in an assault formation, and began to slowly trot from the rear, and in a short time they rushed to the side of the infantry phalanx like a stormy wave.

The cavalry in the direction of the kingdom also noticed this and attacked and intercepted it almost at the same time.

In a large-scale battle like this, there are basically no tricky tactics, basically infantry versus infantry, cavalry versus cavalry, and the only thing that can be operated is the time difference.

Whoever can take advantage of the time difference between the classes will be able to catch the opponent off guard first, and then expand the results with points and eventually lock in the victory.

Cavalry against cavalry!

No fancy tricks out there!

The two sides collided head-on like tens of thousands of fast-moving cars, and countless unlucky people fell directly from their horses and broke their necks at the first time.

Others were even more unlucky, trampled to flesh by their companions who came from behind, and even the sturdy armor could not resist the strong limbs of the horses.

In fact, because of the fully enclosed helmet, the sense of hearing is seriously affected, and the noisy environment of the battlefield makes it difficult for most cavalry to receive orders from their commanders once they enter the battle.

The only thing they can do is move forward!

Forward!

Forward!

Until he dies, or he cuts through his enemies......