C135 Fight

The Allied Army doesn't intend to fight a protracted war. Three days, the two armies met up. After reorganization, sean decided to forcefully attack! No matter how great the price was, he had to win this battle. As long as Pocot lost, Art's military god would fall. His own army would not encounter too many obstacles as they marched forward. At that time, Art would be in his bag.

Early in the morning, Safen gathered all the troops: 200,000 in the middle, 100,000 in each wing. Obviously, he had already taken out all his belongings.

Facing the aggressive opponent, Pocot showed a serious expression. "This time, the enemy has made up their mind to fight to the death. But if we fight face to face, we will not gain anything. Now we can only use the defense that we built as a shield to consume the enemy's strength. After that, they would catch the other party off guard. They would first create a vanguard before gradually surrounding and attacking. He had to suppress his opponent in terms of imposing manner.

On the opposite side, Saffen was now full of confidence. He had two Swordmaster by his side. He would definitely be able to hold Pocot back, and he might even be able to kill him. This way, his contribution would be even greater. Money and nobility seemed to be waving at him. "Two powerful Swordmaster, when you attack later... Pocot will have to trouble the two of you. If there's a chance, we must kill him." Samel said sincerely. Although he was already over fifty years old, he could still live a few decades. A bright future was in the hands of the two Gods in front of him.

"Pocot is the strongest Swordmaster in the continent. He can be his opponent. It's our honor. But he is only one person after all, and he has the two of us. As a Swordmaster, even if he had been famous for many years, he would not be able to defeat two people. Don't worry." This Swordmaster was clearly very confident in himself. The other person beside him looked at him and curled his lips. He didn't say anything.

Seeing that both sides were ready, the battle began once again. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers rushed over like a wave. Arte's soldiers were ready to fight. Each of them had a serious expression on their faces, and they could not help but shake the spears in their hands.

Very quickly, a rain of arrows fell from behind the Art camp, and the bows were drawn. Archers did not know. As if they were tired, he repeated the same action mechanically: Take the arrows, draw the bow, shoot the arrows. He didn't hesitate to shoot the arrows in his hand. Because they knew that if they did not work hard to shoot the arrows at this time, after a while, they wouldn't be able to use them anymore.

The allied forces in front fell down in large numbers, and the people behind stepped on the corpses of their comrades and continued to move forward. The orders from above were dead, instead of running away and waiting for the judge of the military court, it would be better to die heroically here, or at least win honor for his family. Even though he's just cannon fodder. Not long after, after paying the price of a few thousand lives, the Alliance Army was finally about to charge in front of them. They could clearly see the expressions of the enemy soldiers.

However, after a few days of reorganization, Art's side had already built a row of very sturdy wooden fences, not even the door was left behind. If he wanted to pass, he could only climb over or push it down.

At this time, the front line's opinions were not unanimous. Some people directly climbed up. However, they were stabbed down by a soldier with a spear and lost their lives just like that. Some of them formed groups and used their spears to cover them. They tried to destroy the fence. However, most of them had to pay the price of their lives. On the other side, Art's soldiers were trying their best to protect the last line of defense. Some of them even used their bodies to charge forward. Although they were killed in the end, they were robbed and stabbed to death. However, they still did not care about anything to prevent this place from falling. The soldiers from both sides were fighting each other in this line of land, and it was extremely intense. A simple fence was far stronger than a solid wall. The hundreds of thousands of soldiers were forcefully blocked outside, making it difficult for them to move forward.

Saar looked at the scene in front of him and was furious. His subordinates were known as the elite army. They actually couldn't do anything about a wooden fence. But at this time, something that made him even more desperate happened. At this critical moment, Art's mage group made their move.

Because the two armies were separated by a fence, it could be said that the boundary was clear. The mage group at the back was even more effective. They did not have to worry about harming their own soldiers. Dozens of mages started chanting the spell when the battle started, and when the two armies got anxious, it ended just in time. The Meteor Shower that dozens of mages cast together fell from the sky. Its power had already surpassed the forbidden spell. Although they could use more powerful magic with their current strength, Pocot, who was proficient in the Dao of War, still ordered them to use the magic with the largest area of effect. The opponent was just an ordinary soldier. They needed to use the least amount of magic to obtain the greatest reward.

Just like that, the entire first half of the allied army suffered heavy injuries. Countless people were smashed to death, burnt to death. Saar's eyes were blood-red as he roared furiously at his mage group, "Attack! Don't give me any chances! Turn Art's soldiers into ashes!" The mages followed his instructions and started chanting. They prepared to cast their spells. This time, they used earth magic. Not only could they use spikes to kill the enemy soldiers, but they also used earth magic. It could also destroy the fence of 'killing'. However, could such an expectation be realized?

A decision on the battlefield could change the entire situation in an instant. Not to mention Safe, who was already a few steps behind.

The soldiers at the front had already received the command of their commander: Once their mages attack, they will immediately abandon the fence in front of them and retreat. Seeing the soldier who was knocked down by magic, even though he was very excited, but he did not have time to appreciate it. All the soldiers retreated and adjusted their formation. Without stopping, the entire army retreated.

When the allied mages finished chanting and casting their magic, there were no more Arte soldiers here. Such a large-scale magic only destroyed that "strong" wooden fence.

At this time, Shawn was already furious: "Chase after them, all troops move forward. Capture the escaping Arte Army and kill them!"

However, when the soldiers rushed over, they discovered that the places that were destroyed were full of spikes and large cracks. Some places couldn't be passed at all, which greatly affected the speed of the army. Not to mention chasing, even advancing was very difficult. If hundreds of thousands of people wanted to pass through all of them in a short period of time... This was simply nonsense. Safe helplessly ate the bitter fruit he planted.

After all the troops had passed through this front line, Art's army had already retreated to Salma City, which was 40 miles away. Waiting for their arrival while waiting for their arrival.

Every step Sanfen took was led by Pocot's nose. At this time, his mood was extremely terrible. Although his army had advanced a few dozen miles, they could not bear such a huge loss. Moreover, the enemy had suffered very little losses in this battle. In comparison, this little push was meaningless.

There was no other way. He could only continue to pursue and take down Salma City in front of him. Only then would he be able to atone for his crimes. Otherwise, he would face the fate of being punished by the military court of the Empire.