One person killing twenty-five people. That's right, that's easy!
Easy my ass!
If Asgard's soldiers had that kind of strength, Warnerheim would have become Asgard's vassal state long ago, and there wouldn't be so much trouble.
If Rogge hadn't just shown such amazing combat strength, the Asgard's commanders would definitely have thrown him out of the tent.
"Uhh … That's still quite difficult! Let's take it one step at a time. Let's take care of the three closest camps first, then we'll think about the rest! "
Thor opened his mouth and pulled the topic back, preventing Rogge from making more crazy suggestions.
After a detailed study of the terrain of the three nearby camps and the comparison of their military strength, Thor quickly came up with a follow-up battle plan.
What Thor usually did most of the time was to charge into the enemy's army with Thor's Hammer, and then use his own strength to forcefully break the enemy's formation.
But this didn't mean that he only knew how to charge and break through enemy lines, and didn't know anything about tactics and strategy.
No matter what, he was a prince who grew up receiving the elite education of the royal family.
He didn't lack the ability to command and strategize that a king should have.
It's just that before he was exiled by Odin, he advocated personal bravery more.
After listening to Thor's battle plan, Rogge suddenly felt that Thor's tactics were quite similar to Sun Tzu's Art of War's concept of "Win by surprise".
After Thor finished arranging the specific battle plan, the dozen or so commanders left the tent and began to mobilize the troops and prepare for the battle.
When only the five of them were left in the tent, Thor, the Three Warriors Of Sengoku, and Rogge, Thor said to Rogge, "Your performance on the battlefield today was very dazzling and amazing! But I hope that you can control the degree of killing a little! "
"Sometimes, it's not a bad idea to directly kill the enemy's commander!"
From the perspective of defeating the enemy, Thor didn't have any objections to Rogge's approach, and would even encourage him to do so.
However, the problem was that their expedition this time was to restore the original order of Vanaheim, not to exterminate the Vanaheim Gods.
So he hoped that Rogge could control his actions a little.
Defeating the enemy's army was enough, there was no need to kill them all.
It was not Asgard's style to be ruthless.
"You're the commander, you have the final say!"
On the surface, Roger agreed to Saul's request, but in his heart, he was thinking about something else.
Odin grew old and became merciful.
If he was young Odin, he would never have taught Thor this philosophy.
Wherever the Asgardian army pointed, it was the territory of the King!
Asgard's reputation was built on the bones and blood of his enemies.
Comparing the style of the Goddess of Death to Thor's current request, the difference between the two was like the difference between a cold-blooded tyrant and a kind king.
Asgard's army in the camp was divided into three groups, each heading to their respective target.
It was unknown whether it was because Thor trusted Rogge's promise or because he didn't want to see, but he did not arrange for Rogge to be in the same group as himself.
At this time, the one with Rogge was Hogan of the Three Warriors Of Sengoku.
As for Volstagg and Fandral of the Three Warriors, they led another army.
According to Thor's arrangement, the three armies would attack the three camps at the same time, cutting off the possibility of the three camps helping each other.
Although Rogge was one of the commanders in name, in reality, only Hogan was in charge of this army.
Thor originally wanted to let Rogge participate in the command, but he actively refused.
What a joke, he was someone who could even lose to the simplest machine in strategy games.
Letting him command the army was basically asking the army to go for free.
After a long journey, Rogge and the others finally arrived at the forest near the target camp.
"There aren't many guards in the camp, only less than two thousand.
"And more than half of them are hired mercenaries, so their actual combat strength is a little weaker!"
Hogan explained to Rogge. For an Earthling like Rogge, his understanding of the Warner Protoss was basically the same as zero.
"Those who wear different clothes are mercenaries! Their origins are very complicated. Some are space pirates, and some are wanted criminals on their respective planets, so it's okay to be a little cruel when facing them! "
These Interstellar Pirates and wanted criminals were not welcome on any planet.
Simply put, even if they were killed in the cruelest way, there would not be any negative impact.
"Understood!"
Seeing that Rogge was ready to fight at any time, Hogan also ordered the army behind him to prepare to attack.
However, at this moment, a five-meter-tall rock golem stood up from the camp and walked straight to the camp gate.
Behind this rock golem, there were more than twenty smaller rock golems.
"Why is there a Cronan warrior here?"
Hogan's face became extremely ugly.
"A Cronan warrior? Leave these rock golems to me, you take care of the other targets! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Rogge teleported out of the forest and directly appeared in front of the five-meter-tall Cronan warrior.
With a body made entirely of rocks and a giant hammer that was even bigger than Logue's body, this Cronan warrior was basically a self-propelled siege weapon.
Roger's sudden appearance startled the Cronan warrior. Then, he yelled at Roger, "Sir, you're coming!"
Unfortunately, Rogge did not learn the alien language and could not understand what the Cronan warrior was saying.
However, after seeing the Cronan warrior use his hand to make an uncivilized gesture, Rogge disappeared again.
Odama Rasengan!
Rogge suddenly appeared in front of the Cronan warrior and slapped the one-meter-diameter Odama Rasengan in his right hand onto the warrior's face.
"Boom!"
Amidst the violent explosion, pieces of shattered rock scattered in all directions like raindrops.
Under the terrifying impact and twisting force of the Odama Rasengan, the five-meter-tall Cronan warrior involuntarily took a few steps back and then fell down uncontrollably.
When the Cronan warrior fell down, people realized that the Cronan warrior's rock head had completely disappeared.
One hit kill!
The Cronan warrior known as the meat grinder of the battlefield fell just like that, without any resistance.
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