Under the dim moonlight, on the vast battlefield, it was not easy for the ordinary warriors who were fighting desperately at the front to verify whether the commander behind the formation was dead or not. However, when they looked back and looked into the distance, they could clearly see that the war flag that symbolized the hundreds of years of military achievements and glory of Tatterdu and Wordorf on the high ground had suddenly disappeared.
In the era of cold weapons, the fall of the commander's flag on the battlefield was almost equivalent to defeat. If it was not a complete collapse of the battlefield, then there must be a very serious accident. Therefore, in the process of the battle where one could not think carefully and only acted based on their instincts, most of the warriors of Tatterdu and Wordorf who were fighting believed the rumor they heard in an unknown person's ears in almost an instant.
Their blood that had already become boiling hot because of the killing was suddenly triggered by an indescribable anger and fear. The allied warriors began to curse in a frenzy, "Silorians! Despicable Silorians! You've disgraced Madam Wordorf's glory! You've murdered the Lord Viscount with trickery! You're not worthy of being called warriors at all …"
"Kill them! Kill these despicable and ugly people! The Tatdu people will use 'iron' and 'blood' to wash away the humiliation and defeat all of Silorians' tricks …"
"We'll die if we don't win! Madam Wordorf, Tatdu people, let us join forces to destroy the Silorians' battle formation and behead their commander to avenge the two Lord Viscounts! We'll die if we don't win …" They no longer cared about their own safety as they began to attack the enemies nearby.
Contrary to the warriors at the frontline who were gradually losing their minds and sinking deeper into the battle, on the high ground behind the Tatdu and Wordorf territories, the many Wordorf and Tatdu generals and staff officers who had gradually regained their calmness looked down at the battlefield that was slowly slipping out of control. A sense of horror rose in their hearts at the same time, but they wanted to stop it, but they did not know how to open their mouths.
After all, the commander of the army was also the feudal lord of the territory. After he died on the battlefield, it was only natural for the soldiers to sacrifice their lives to avenge him. At this time, unless there was a more powerful person ordering the withdrawal of the army, it would be difficult to stop the war.
Still, it was not a solution to allow the war to deteriorate to an unsalvageable state, dragging the entire territory down with no armed forces to defend it. After a long silence, the adjutant spoke with much difficulty, "With such a terrible battle, even if we could defeat the Silorians, it would only end in mutual destruction.
For the hundred years of inheritance of 'Tatedu' and 'Wordov' … "Before he could finish his words, he suddenly choked on his words. It turned out that a long spear had been carried by the hurricane across half of the battlefield and pierced through his neck.
A spear forged from heavy black iron, taller than a person, flying over a distance of several thousand steps and assassinating the commander-in-chief behind the formation could still be explained as a calamitous coincidence, but if this type of thing happened twice in succession, the meaning it represented would become completely different.
The high ground behind Tatedu and Wordov returned to a deathly silence. After a long time, a white-haired, handsome staff officer said with a dry and hoarse voice, "No, the situation is not right. I smell the scent of a conspiracy!
The deaths of Viscount Wordov and adjutant Aquilis are definitely not coincidental. Someone is taking advantage of the situation to plan everything. We should immediately stop the war with the Silorians … "Before he could finish his sentence, the third spear fell from the sky and nailed him to the ground along with his mount.
The consecutive, unscrupulous assassinations had completely proved that there was a mastermind behind the scenes leading the war between the Tatedu and Wordov coalition and the Silorian army. Moreover, the scheme should have reached the final stage at this time, so he no longer cared about being discovered.
A wave of grief and indignation of being fooled and toyed with, mixed with an inexplicable sense of despair rose in the hearts of all the Roman senior officers on the high ground behind Tatedu and Wordov's battle formation.
After the third silence, someone began to lose his mind and began to scream, "Who? Who is it? Who is the one who schemed and used such a despicable trick to kill our Madam Wordov first!
You won't succeed! You won't … "Then, his life was taken away by the fourth spear that came with the wind.
At the same time, flying in the air, he moved his fingers to guide the spears to kill the coalition commanders, generals, and staff officers one after another.
Zhang Lisheng, who was staring at the battlefield that had already turned into a chaotic battle scene, muttered to himself faster and faster, "32,751, 32,752 …" The speed of his voice had long surpassed the audio limit that the ears of ordinary people could receive.
When he counted to more than 60,000, he suddenly nodded with a sigh and stopped to stretch himself. With an admiring expression on his face, he said, "We've already lost far more than half of our men.
It's really hard to imagine that there's actually a battle that has lasted for more than two hours in this era of cold weapons. There are actually warriors who can still maintain their fighting spirit without collapsing even after 60% of their companions have died. However, they must have reached their limit now that they've endured to this point … "
As Zhang Lisheng was speaking, he slowly descended and floated towards the battlefield. At this time, the dark clouds just happened to disperse and the bright moon shone its moonlight, casting his short figure that was suspended in the air onto the ground, revealing a dark and huge horrifying shadow.
"Continuing to make fools of you brave Roman warriors who have fought to the death. It is too cruel and disrespectful to make you roll on the ground while you are exhausted and covered in wounds, and to use your teeth to determine the victor.
Let me bury all of you with my own hands to show the respect that a god should have for the 'original ruling class' that is about to be extinct … "As the shadow that blotted out the sky slowly flew onto the battlefield and attracted the attention of the Roman warriors who were bathed in blood, a ferocious voice that contained infinite majesty and indescribable suddenly reverberated in the ears of every Roman tribesman on the ground.
"It's the supernatural realm's man! It's the supernatural realm's Lord who has been conferred the title of Lord Viscount of Tatterdu! Why is he flying in the sky? W-What is he saying …"
"It's the supernatural realm's conspiracy! All of this is the conspiracy of these supernatural realm's people! The stupid Tatterdu tribesmen have been tricked by the supernatural realm's people! These idiots …"
"Shoot him to death! Use the crossbow to shoot this midget to death! And the air cavalry! Use the air cavalry to kill him! Kill him …" Lifting their heads to look at the demon floating in the sky, most of the Roman tribesmen had a dazed expression on their faces. However, some smart people who knew about Zhang Lisheng's existence began to shout loudly in realization.
Unfortunately, the crossbow strings on the battlefield had long been broken and the bows were exhausted. The mounts that could fly were also pierced through by the thorns that suddenly emerged from the soil, dying miserably on the ground.
After that, all of the Roman warriors on the Enit Plain were horrified to find that the solid ground that was soaked in blood and scattered with severed limbs had suddenly become soft, no longer able to bear the heavy bodies of them and the mounts they were riding on.
The ground began to slowly engulf these warriors who had mustered the last of their strength to roar and struggle desperately until the very last moment.
"… 102,715, 102,716." After expressing his respect for the heroic battle of the Tatterdu, Wordov, and Siloria warriors, Zhang Lisheng flew on the battlefield and continued to count coldly. It was only until the last Roman warrior under his feet was buried in the soil that he finally shut his mouth.
"I hope that this is a perfect ending." Under the bright moonlight, he was silent for a while. He looked down at the vast wilderness that had become empty, with only spots of red soil that proved that a tragic and stirring battle had happened just now. In the end, he muttered to himself, "It's also a perfect beginning …" Then, he turned around and floated towards the distant sky.
Time flew by. At noon two days and one night later, a strange army with an unbelievable number of people set foot on the land of the central Enit Plain, breaking the silence after the conspiracy and decisive battle here. They quickly liberated all of the slaves and civilians of the Getley people and their suzerain, Siloria, who no longer had the slightest resistance.
After Siloria, it was Bonocchio.
After Bonocchio, it was Essson and Du Pei.
Then, it was Poveken, Nast, Hautewo … As millions of slave warriors obtained victory after victory with crushing power under the protection of tens of thousands of Wizard Li priests, the faith of the Wizard Li god began to spread rapidly on the Roman Continent at a speed of geometrical fission.
Various excuses such as revenge, being invited to send troops, and even having a sloppy map and entering the border by mistake were used over and over again. The lightning-like offensive and tight blockade of the Wizard Li force caught the great Roman nobles off guard and made them into prisoners. Unfortunately, as the number of territories that had fallen gradually accumulated to an alarming level, the news still leaked out in the end.
The great Roman feudal lords, who had been acting as arrogant as emperors for thousands of years, knew that a god of unknown origin had quietly risen at the southern end of the mainland and had devoured a large piece of land.
Very soon, the several dozens of Roman nobles whose territories were already bordering the land shrouded by Wizard Li's faith temporarily abandoned their hatred and disputes and united their military forces to take the initiative to attack the Roman slave army led by Carthage. However, because they underestimated the other party's strength, they suffered a crushing defeat and their territories were annexed instead.
However, the initiative of the Roman feudal lords' coalition army to attack also made the Wizard Li god understand that the ruling class of the Roman Continent had already been completely alerted to his invasion. After the last round of crazy annexation, he ordered a temporary halt to the expansion of the religious army.
At this time, it had only been three months since he declared war on the Roman civilization, but nearly one-third of the Roman Continent, which had an area of more than 45 million square kilometers and a population of more than 1.8 billion, had already fallen into his hands.
After that, Zhang Lisheng began to reorganize the Roman slave and civilian army. He repatriated the women and teenagers under the age of 20 back to their original places, striving to establish a normal military system and a normal ruling order dominated by theocracy in the land shrouded by his faith in the shortest time possible.
The remaining thousands of Roman feudal lords, on the other hand, began to contact each other and tried their best to form an unprecedentedly powerful aristocratic coalition army in the history of the Roman civilization, accumulating the power to fight the invaders to the death!
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