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He had to say it. Sol's decision was absolutely correct. Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy's forces were scattered and their legs were unstable, he gathered his superior forces and defeated the enemy's main force in one go. This was the best tactic that a veteran general could think of, but his opponent was Werther, a monster with thousands of years of military history in his mind! Just when Saul turned the troops into a sharp sword, intending to tear the enemy's formation apart in one go, Werther moved. A formless but heart-palpitating wave spread out from his body as the center.

Outside of the field, Jackson and Baruch's faces suddenly changed. Jackson shouted, "This is the might of a dragon! No wonder he was so fearless, he still had this trump card! "Damn it!" Conte narrowed his eyes, a calm smile hung on his face. "It's simply impossible to defeat Vitellore in front of everyone on the battlefield." The Pope meant to borrow someone else's hand and secretly do it. Jackson still didn't understand Werther's potential, which was why he made such a wrong decision. After this, he will be interested in my suggestion. "As long as I get rid of Vittorian, I'll be the most trusted person to the Pope. I might even surpass Anderson!"

Werther activated the Dragon Power effect that came with the Heaven-Devouring Armor. Although it was only for a few short seconds and its range was very small, it was enough to change the entire battle situation. The effect of Longwei on reindeer was obvious. The three thousand reindeer under Saul's command cried out miserably at almost the same time. Some of them were foaming at the mouth, while others fainted on the spot. No matter how strong or powerful these warriors were, once they lost their mounts, they would lose everything!

Without Werther's order, the five-petaled gears formed by the soldiers of the legion immediately began moving. They cut the Soldiers apart before they could even react, and began gradually eating them. Saul shouted, "Don't panic! Hold your ground! Quick, get on your mounts, and form a small phalanx to meet the enemy! " He was truly a veteran of the battlefield. Even in such a passive situation, he was still able to calm the situation down and try to counterattack.

However, Werther would not give him that chance. The formation array he taught the soldiers was called the Six Flower Great Formation, it was a secret technique passed down from an ancient general in the Chinese world. The best method was to use the weak to defeat the strong, to defeat the strong. Although the drills had been going on for a short time and the soldiers were unable to evolve the most subtle aspect of the needles, it was sufficient for the opponent who knew nothing about the Six Flower Formation.

It was a pity that the situation had already turned for the better. Werther's side had already won, and the flower of five petals split the three thousand enemies apart, and even though Saul's men were all Bronze-ranked Swordsmen, the Six Flower Formation was one, gathering all their forces together, and even if you attacked one of them, you would not be able to defend against all of them. Since the cavalry could not charge, it was only a matter of time before they were eaten.

Jackson let out a long sigh, "It's too late, the big picture is already gone! "Bishop Conte, it looks like we should reconsider your plan." Conte smiled and did not speak. As expected, Werther led his troops in a final encirclement and annihilated Saul. He was like a mighty tiger, shrieking miserably wherever he passed, getting chopped down by Werther one by one. Saul was not willing to admit defeat. He was still trying to shrink the formation, trying to defend himself. Werther was not in a hurry and showed his patience. He surrounded the enemy with the formation, and the corrosion slowly seeped in.

After more than two hours of the war, it was finally coming to an end. Saul's last soldier had been shot down from his deer, and he was now a true commander on his own. Saul shouted like a madman, "Unfair! You cheated! I can't accept my loss! " Werther looked at him as if he were an idiot, while Carter taunted, "It's reasonable to suck them up multiple times on the battlefield. If you have the ability, you can also use tactics to scheme with us. Is that how the Northern Frontier Legion loses? " Saul was stunned and did not say anything. He finally threw the wooden sabre on the ground, took out a dagger, and slashed at his own neck.

With a wave of his hand, his zhenqi vibrated and knocked away his dagger. "What are you doing!" Do you really want to deprive a soldier of his final dignity!? " Werther said coldly, "This is just a trial. If you want to die, you can go fight to the death in the real battlefield. The entire continent will look down on you if you lose to someone who wants to kill himself because of your friendship." At this point, if you die, no one will stop you! "Carter, gather the troops and return to the camp!" The cavalry and infantry of the eighth banner team, a total of five thousand people, rushed away without even greeting Jackson. Only the wounded soldiers were left on the ground.

The news of the eighth banner being led by Werther and fighting against the elites of the Northern Frontier Army head on spread like wildfire throughout the camp. Countless people were discussing and watching from the sidelines. This time around, the eighth banner team gained fame and dignity. The fellows who looked down on them in the past and ridiculed them in the past were immediately silenced, no longer able to hold back. Hearing that the marshal Jackson was very dissatisfied with the result, he scolded the general, General Saul, who had been following him for over 20 years and had always been loyal to him, showing how infuriated Jackson was this time around.

The soldiers had taken off their armor, and were singing and jumping around the bonfire loudly. All the anger and depression they had for a period of time had been completely dispelled by today's battle; no wonder these iron-beaten men were so excited. Carter and Pao Ze drank a few mouthfuls of strong wine, then turned away from them and went into Werther's tent. Seeing Werther in a trance, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Captain." Barry had been kneeling for an entire day. He had just received his punishment and his body was weak. It was possible that he would lose all of his combat power. Do you think ? " Carter thought for a moment, but still dared to ask. Werther rolled his eyes on his face and said coldly, "I didn't tell him to kneel again, he gets up just like that." What does it have to do with me! " Carter was overjoyed and immediately ran out. It turned out that not long after his victory, Barry woke up and asked him what had happened. Without saying anything further, he directly kneeled at the entrance of the camp, saying that his brothers' injuries were all due to his fault, and even causing the Eighth Flag Group to almost be unable to lift their head and use kneeling to punish him. Werther walked into the big tent without waiting for him, a cold expression plastered on his face.

After a while, Carter and a few others carried the limp Barry into the tent. Barry was a genuine Golden Warrior, with strong fighting spirit and a good physique, but Jackson wanted to use this opportunity to take his life in order to blow up the morale of the Eighth Flag Regiment, so Barry was seriously injured and knelt outside for a long time. Now he had only half a breath left, and he looked at Werther with his eyes, unable to speak.

Werther still had a cold expression on his face, but he gently rubbed his palms together. The air of vitality in his palms gradually condensed into a green pill, exuding a sweet fragrance. He handed it to Carter and said, "Feed it to him!" Carter took the pill and poured water into Barry's mouth. After receiving the words "pure life force", Barry's spirit was much better. He whispered: "Master, I ?" "I've caused you and the rest of the regiment trouble!

Werther sneered. "You still know?" Let me ask you, do you think that my ban is just for show? You clearly know that Jackson is worried that he won't be able to find me, but you just want to send it to him? If it wasn't for the fact that it's a time for servants, I would kill you without even using torture! "Hmph, you didn't die in the hands of the barbarians, but were killed by the law enforcement team of your own people. The iron-clad man's eyes turned red, and he lowered his head without a word.

Werther snorted. "Before I led the troops, my father told me to take care of my men as if they were my own family. Today, I did it, and I led this group of brothers to save you and take you back. Alright, let's cut the crap and get lost. Go recuperate properly! " Barry nodded and was helped out.

At once the tent was deserted, leaving Werther to think hard. "From the moment he saw Conte, a feeling of extreme danger rose in his heart, as if a huge shadow was shrouding him." It's a pity that my Primordial Spirit hasn't been successfully formed. Even if I can do it on a whim and sense the unfavorable danger, I still can't accurately calculate it. However, this step should have been brought by Conte, and this person must be eliminated when he had the chance! We can't let them stay!

The eighth banner team displayed exceptional combat ability and formation planning. After that battle, the people who came to provoke them had indeed disappeared without a trace. Wherever they went, envious and jealous looks would appear, causing everyone to be extremely excited. But Werther was always preoccupied. After a month of peace, the thing he was worried about still happened.