Sean didn't even think about eating this army in its all.

After Anno discovered the rest place of this army, Sean immediately came over to investigate, and as he expected, the other party was indeed a member of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment. However, after seeing these people, Sean was very sure that it was not only the army of the White Wing Mercenary Group that was following him, the reason was very simple, the transfer of three thousand people was not a small scale, this was an army that was at least hundreds of meters long, and the sudden transfer of the White Wing Mercenary Group, how could the red Gotke, as a sworn enemy, be defenseless? And if it is discovered that the opponent's military maneuvers are not directed at them, how can Red Godek not be curious?

Maybe they're lurking somewhere now, ready to take advantage of the fisherman. Sean doesn't think that Red Goldcock will uphold the concept of "the enemy of the enemy is the friend" to send aid to himself, the so-called aid, alliance is actually the same as hatred, only when the strength of the two sides is not at the same level, these emotions will naturally become a very ridiculous thing.

Do humans care about bedbugs that feel like being stepped under their shoes?

So, Sean knew very well that Red Godek and him would not be allies, at least not for now. As for the Red Cross Knights, who may also be hiding on the sidelines, ready to show their minions at any time, Sean will not have an alliance with them - this is the army of the Kingdom of Dabion, and in this alone, Sean cannot cooperate with him.

Therefore, in response to the night attack plan of the White Wing mercenary group, what Sean wanted was just to make this army completely lose the ability to pursue him. In his impression, the level of the White Wing Mercenary Group is a third-level army, which is already the level of a regular army in any country on the Miracle Continent, although at this moment he can't check the actual situation of the White Wing Mercenary Group, a peripheral reserve army, but Sean is still willing to believe that the combat effectiveness of this army is more ferocious than his side.

Therefore, the whole plan was to inflict as many wounded as possible on this enemy army.

Destroy?

If it was possible, Sean didn't really mind. It's just that he doesn't think he has the opportunity. After all, the gap in the strength of the two armies is still somewhat large. Even if the equipment of the Northland barbarians is indeed better than that of the other party in terms of armament, the lack of training is still a hard wound, which is not something that can be easily compensated, but Sean's mentality is very good, because his army is still very-

Young.

Glancing at the situation on the battlefield, the entire frontal battlefield has been completely plowed by the rain of arrows. The wounded of the other side were at least nearly 1,000, and the bitter wails on the battlefield were enough to completely demoralize this army. Seeing this situation, Sean nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Withdraw!" It should be almost time, and we'll go around to the back to support Fred's retreat. ”

The Northland barbarians silently put away their arrows. Shaking his slightly sore hands, shooting tens of thousands of arrows in such a short period of time, no matter how good the endurance of the Northland barbarians, they would still feel sore, after all, they had not undergone too formal training. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that these Northland barbarians weren't very good at shooting, Sean actually wanted to have an accurate point shot, so that in the first wave of the encounter. You can definitely kill hundreds of people on the other side.

A precise salvo of two thousand archers. But it's a terrible thing.

But unfortunately, these Northland barbarians do not have such conditions. And most of them are women and teenagers. But to be able to cause such a result, Sean is already very satisfied, creating more wounded for the other party, and making the other party's morale drop faster, these are the real goals of this battle at the moment, and as long as these goals are achieved, Sean doesn't care about the results of the most difficult harvest.

The rain of arrows has stopped.

But the wailing of the White Wing mercenaries did not stop. The flames and flames that rose to the sky in the rear were more like hideous demons laughing at them, so that their morale dropped to the freezing point, and it could almost be said that it was a meadow full of mourning, and as far as the eye could see, there were dense arrows, although most of them were inserted in the grass, but there were also many soldiers who were shot several to a dozen arrows, some of them were dead, some were dying, but more were wailing.

These soldiers were already so frightened that they simply did not have the courage to continue fighting, and even vaguely many of them took advantage of the cover of night to sneak away. And with the first, there was naturally a second and a third, and soon a small half of the deserters had left the battlefield and disappeared into the vast night, and the remaining ones who did not run, most of them were wounded, and a small number still had the courage, struggling to stand up at the moment, and then rushed towards William's side.

This is the second battlefield that broke out tonight, and now this battlefield has completely entered the white-hot level, even more intense than the rain of arrows in front of it.

When those Northland barbarians were as he expected, because the front line was stretched, so in fact, there was only a small one-sided battle that actually took place, and this one-sided impact force could not break through the shield soldiers' defense line at all, although the front row was indeed killed several in the charge, but this kind of attrition was nothing at all, but completely stimulated the shield soldiers' death fighting mentality, and resisted the attack of the Northland barbarians.

And after losing the most open momentum, the effect of the Northland barbarians in the rear is naturally extremely limited. After all, they are all their own people in front of them, so of course they must maintain a certain strength in the process of charging, and the blind swarm attack will also shorten the depth of the battlefield infinitely, which is actually very disadvantageous for those of them who attack with spears, but it will bring greater benefits to the opponent.

Therefore, after the initial collision, the Northland barbarians finally fell more than a dozen people, which undoubtedly became a booster and greatly calmed the morale of the White Wing mercenary group. When this kind of mutual fight was almost in a state of stalemate, the killer weapon that William had been preparing for finally came to light - the phalanx of pikemen on the right, after fighting to break through the attack of the Northland barbarians and forcing them back a large part, the pikemen in the lower position of the phalanx suddenly turned around and charged at the northland barbarians next to them from the side.

The combination of flames, shield soldiers, and pikemen formed a pocket with the word "concave", and the Northland barbarians who were deep in the pocket were like a "bulging" corner, and encountered the fierce counterattack of the pikemen. Just a round moment of confrontation. The Northland barbarians fell, hundreds. The entire battle line seemed to be cut off in an instant, and the first time they faced this two-sided attack, the Northland barbarians also began to show their instinctive counterattack like beasts, and the battle that seemed to be similar before seemed to be gone.

This is what the Northland barbarians should be!

Watching the situation unfold in front of him, William finally clenched his fists.

In his mind, the Northland barbarians were not suitable to be soldiers at all. They don't understand a lot of military orders and the like, and they rely more on their physical instincts when fighting. It's not that William hasn't seen the Northland barbarians, and it's not that he hasn't seen an army fighting the Northland barbarians, but that kind of situation doesn't look like a battle at all in his eyes, it's like a hunt.

The army is the hunter of the hunt. And the Northland barbarians can only be regarded as prey.

The scene in front of him finally made William find some feeling. The familiarity of recovering from within his body gave him a floating feeling, as if he had strength all over his body, his blood began to boil, and his heart became more and more excited, but as his heart became more excited, the smile on his face became stronger. This made his already somewhat soft facial features even more gentle. There was suddenly a unique indescribable temperament all over the body.

William at this moment looks more like a woman than a man.

"It's just ...... after all"

William had the same impression as everyone else on the Miracle Continent. I never thought that the Northland barbarians were suitable to be soldiers. But before he could finish his mocking words, the situation on the field changed dramatically in an instant, and he only vaguely heard someone shouting "Wait for the meal"!

So, the Northland barbarians, who had already begun to rely on instinctive struggle and reflex like trapped beasts, suddenly seemed to be under some remote control, and they suddenly crouched down, erected the half-body shield in their hands on the ground, and gathered together to form a solid iron wall defense array. Under this kind of defensive formation, it is very difficult for the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenaries to attack, and a rash attack just now was pierced by the spears pierced from the Iron Wall Formation.

The scene actually fell into a stalemate again for a while, and the progress of the war was not at all as William expected, and the prominent Northland barbarian team was eaten at a thunderous speed. He knew very well that the most important part of this combat plan he had improvised was to completely eat the Northland barbarians who had put them in his pocket in one go, and fundamentally weaken the vitality of the other party, William believed that with his command ability, as long as the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment did not collapse, he could definitely turn the tide of the battle.

But now, the most critical step in his plan was actually stubbornly resisted, which was really out of William's expectations.

However, soon, the pikemen who were forcibly pressed were finally completely defeated because they did not have a better defensive ability.

The one who led the Northland barbarians to launch a strong attack and completely forced back this pikeman unit was the black-armored warrior that William had seen before. The halberd in his hand was invincible at all, and any weapon or armor in front of him could only be cut off by a halberd, and behind him were ten veterans wearing light armor and holding long swords, and the tip of the knife formed by these people cut directly into the phalanx of pikemen, like a warm table knife stabbing a piece of butter, and this piece of butter was still melting at a very fast speed.

Almost instantly, the phalanx of pikemen was completely chiseled. And at the moment when the phalanx of pikemen was chiseled, William heard the roar that he will never forget: "Brothers! It's time to eat! ”

With a bang, the iron wall array on the left was dismantled in an instant, and these Northland barbarians, who had been beaten a little embarrassed before, once again let out a roar as if they had been doped, and then launched a fierce charge towards the soldiers of the White Wing Mercenary Regiment.

It looked like a person who had been hungry for more than ten days and suddenly saw a table full of delicacies......

William couldn't bear to look at it directly: he lost to such an army?

Then, William saw an unforgettable scene in his life: the man in black armor and holding a red halberd rushed towards him like a demon god, and his awe-inspiring momentum was not weaker than his own. It's just that William knows very well that he is not a warrior after all, and he has no combat ability, so he can only watch Alfred's halberd fall towards him.

With a slight sigh, William, who knew that he was no longer able to return to the sky, finally closed his eyes. (To be continued.) )

PS: What should I say? Hmm, have you had enough sleep? Oh, yes, yes...... I almost forgot, someone asked me for a chapter push, the book is called "God Emperor", the book number is 2551986, and he said that this time he will definitely finish this book. Not...... Believe it or not, I don't believe it anyway. If he's done, oh...... You can come and hit me in the face.