Flames, burning on the battlefield.

The blood that had been spilled on the earth had long since dried up, condensed into patches of dark red.

It was still intact, but the dead state was an extremely tragic corpse, which was almost everywhere on the entire battlefield. And those who can still survive at this moment are not because of their superior strength, but because of their excellent luck.

A small group of soldiers in gray-black leather armor gathered in the center of the battlefield, forming a circle, although they were barely able to put up a defensive circle, but the vast majority of trembling bodies still completely betrayed their true emotions in their hearts.

When the threat and fear of death really comes, not everyone can face it peacefully.

The flames were still burning, and the thick and thick black smoke continued to rise.

The clanging of the armor that rubbed against each other as they walked fell to the ears of the surviving Mountain Lion Legionmen like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper approaching.

Three hundred against six thousand.

After nearly half a month of encounters, pursuits, and encirclement and suppression, the 7,000 second-echelon soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion, who were originally spared because of going out for training, also lost continuous battles, and only more than 5,000 remained. Then in the following day-long pursuit, the soldiers of the second echelon of the Mountain Lion Legion were finally forced to a dead end, and were forced to fight a large-scale death battle with the Thunder Lion in the barren bone plain in the middle of the Suo'an Territory, which was still unable to occupy the geographical position.

This time, Alfred changed his previous attitude and put the reserve soldiers who were originally intended to be used to fill the battle damage of the Thunder Lion into battle.

For the recruits, they naturally couldn't be the match for these fourth-level army Mountain Lion Legions, even if they didn't have a lot of land, so their death rate was amazingly high. But after this war, for the Thunder Lion Reserve soldiers who can still survive, it is naturally also a qualitative transformation.

It's just that this kind of transformation is only barely upgraded from cannon fodder to the level of regular soldiers.

However, because the veterans have also grown, the overall level of the Thunder Lion has not decreased because of this.

It's still a quasi-fourth-level army.

However, compared to the previous scale of 5,000 people. Today's Thunder Lion has increased by more than 1,000 people.

The blue ocean suddenly parted to the left and right like a low tide, making way for a passage.

Armed with the fangs of the Flame Lion, Alfred slowly walked through the passage through the crowd of the Thunder Lion, and then appeared in the field of vision of the surviving soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion.

At this moment, Alfred's face was covered with blood, and the blood covered almost his entire face, as if he had been smeared with a layer of red dye. However, if you look closely, you can still see a bloody scar on his right cheek, which was injured when he was temporarily counterattacked by the opponent when he killed the last high-ranking silver master of the Mountain Lion Legion.

Even with Alfred, who now has the strength to fight with the lower gold powerhouse, his endurance limit is still at the peak of the upper silver level. The bloody battle for half a month has basically reached his limit. And the fatigue caused by this limit will inevitably slow down his reactions, so it is naturally very natural for his hands, in fact, if it weren't for the fangs of the Flame Lion and the heavy armor on his body, maybe Alfred would have fallen in this battle.

The war of the elite legions. It's no better than his long march across several Dabiang territories.

There is a fundamental difference between the two.

"Lowell, I'll advise you for the last time." Alfred fought through the pain in his face. Then he still spoke in a deep voice. "Surrender now!"

No response.

Alfred's right hand was raised slightly.

With his action, the Thunder Lion soldiers who had formed an encirclement of these Mountain Lion Legion soldiers slammed their shields on the ground one after another, and the roaring sound of the shield was like a sudden explosion of angry thunder, which shocked all the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion in a panic. Immediately afterward, there was another sound of gunfire, and I watched as a gleaming iron spear was placed on the edge of the shield. Aiming at them, the soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion finally let out a riot.

However, the riots soon stopped.

Because the captain of the Mountain Lion Legion, and Alfred, who is also known as the Lion King, Rowell. Howard has also stepped out of the protective circle of the Mountain Lion Legion.

He at this moment. It doesn't have the temperament of the first time I met Alfred, and it's just a mess.

"The Howards will not surrender to the enemy!" However, although Lowell was covered in dust and mud at the moment, his eyes were still surprisingly bright, and he could even be said to be full of a look called perseverance, "Our death will not be worthless, but it will make the Kingdom of Dabion understand your combat power more clearly, maybe this time you can annihilate us, but it will definitely be you who will be destroyed in the end!" ”

Alfred just glanced at Lowell, and then his gaze fell on the Mountain Lion Legionnaires behind him, most of whom had a look of fear, or fear, as their trembling bodies could tell. But more people seemed to be infected by Rowell's words, and their faces showed a look of determination, and their hands holding the hilt of the short-bladed sword became even harder.

"Are you all willing to die for the Howard family?" Alfred's voice wasn't very loud, but he pronounced words clearly.

Every word, like a thunderclap, exploded in the hearts of those trembling soldiers.

"Of course! They are the proudest ...... of the Howards."

"I don't want to die!" A soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion abruptly interrupted Lowell's voice, his mad screams piercing in the near-silence of the battlefield.

"What are you talking about......" Lowell turned around in annoyance, the look on his face unusually hideous.

But when he turned around, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, which made his hideous face appear a little stunned and incredulous. He lowered his head with some difficulty, and what came into view was a mountain lion legion-style short blade that had pierced into his heart, and the blood was rapidly soaking out at an unstoppable speed, spreading rapidly on his white shirt. And then. He looked up again with difficulty, and saw that the relatively young soldier was looking at him with a frenzied expression, and under that crazy countenance, tears were flowing from his eyes, sliding down his face, dripping down his pointed chin.

Lowell staggered back a few steps.

He raised his right hand to grasp the hilt of the short blade, and then pulled it out with a single force, causing his life force to drain from his body at an even faster rate.

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! ”

The soldier who had stabbed Lowell shook his head frantically.

"Traitor!"

A nearby soldier from the Mountain Lion Legion let out a roar of rage, and was about to lunge at the soldier.

At this moment, Alfred's eyes froze. Then, with a wave of speed, he grabbed an iron spear and threw it with a single force towards the Mountain Lion Legion soldier who was trying to kill the assassin of Lowell.

The spear made a whistling sound of wind and thunder in the air, and the shot infused by Alfred pierced the head of the mountain lion legionman at a speed that ordinary eyes could not catch at all. At the moment when the spear pierced the soldier's head, a strong fighting spirit suddenly burst out, and everyone could only hear a "bang" explosion. The soldier's head burst open like a smashed watermelon.

Red and white liquids, mixed with debris, splattered in all directions.

Alfred threw the spear. But it didn't just fall to the ground. Instead, it was like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the bodies of the two Mountain Lion Legion soldiers one after another, and finally stopped after stabbing into the body of the third Mountain Lion Legion soldier.

The three Mountain Lion Legion soldiers who were assassinated by spears were the same soldiers who also showed determination in their eyes after listening to Rowell's words just now.

Lowell watched the scene in front of him, he wanted to stop it, and he wanted to kill the rebellious soldier, but all this was powerless for him after all. There was confusion and confusion in his eyes. He couldn't understand why any soldiers would kill him, they were the proud soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion of the Howard family, and it was the highest honor to die for the Howard family!

For what?

Why would he surrender?

For what?

The blood-stained blade that pierced his heart fell from Rowell's hand to the ground.

And then. The former lion king also followed in the footsteps of this short blade and fell on his back.

At this moment, the vitality in his body was finally completely lost.

But until he died, his eyes were not closed, and there was a deep incomprehension in his eyes.

And the other soldiers of the Mountain Lion Legion, after seeing Alfred's thunderous blow just now, no one dared to rush up to kill the soldier who assassinated Lowell. Especially in the face of Alfred's subsequent glazing cold eyes, the soldiers of these Mountain Lion Legions lowered their heads one after another, and only a small number of them were still looking at their former commander from the corner of their eyes, but their eyes were full of helpless sadness.

Alfred glanced at Lowell's corpse and hesitated to cut off his head. But in the end, he still didn't do it, because Rowell. Howard may have been an acting commander who was not very good at personal combat effectiveness, and he did not dare to charge at the forefront of the battlefield, but until the last moment of death, he did not bow to his enemies, but chose to stand and die.

So in Alfred's eyes, this is still a respectable enemy.

"I'll say it again." Alfred slowly raised his head, "Those who surrender, don't kill." ”

There was silence.

After more than ten seconds, there was finally a soft sound of metal falling to the ground.

It was a soldier of the Mountain Lion Legion who had finally discarded the shortblade in his hand.

And with the first to surrender, naturally there is also the second, the third.

Soon, the tinkling sound of metal objects hitting the ground came and went. (To be continued......)

PS: Originally, I wrote a 2K word pursuit encirclement battle, but in the end I deleted it, because I suddenly felt that this scene was actually no longer necessary. This chapter, Lowell. Howard's death, I think it's enough to say something I want to say, and that's enough.