Song of Blood and Wine

And on the other side of the valley.

"How many times have you said, Mammon, don’t rush forward! Asmodeus is too! You are in charge of support, support! When rushing forward, do you want to die? Leviathan, you are in charge of the flanks, don’t see a catch One, run around! And Belial, don’t mother-in-law, wake up and follow Samael! Damn, Beelzebub, don’t be full of blood sucking, the wounded on Samael need you to deal with it!"

If it weren't for the telepathic innate talent, which saved George from the embarrassment of howling and commanding at the same time, it is estimated that George has already made his throat dumb.

Don't look at the Blood Race troops now unilaterally slaughtering these poor thieves. From the perspective of George in the rear, the entire battlefield can only be described by one word-chaos!

After the initial assassination was accidentally disturbed by a wine bottle that fell to the bottom of the valley, George simply gave up, holding on to the idea of ​​"meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins" and directing the troops directly to the bandit camp. Rush away!

It's a pity that ideals are full and reality is very skinny.

At first, the Blood Races did perform very efficient killing operations according to the division of labor originally arranged by George. However, after nearly a hundred Blood Race grandiose were killed from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the valley, and then returned from the bottom of the valley to the top of the mountain. , This group of second generation ancestors who have never officially been on the battlefield before gradually exposed various problems: ignoring orders, stealing laziness, blood addiction, rushing, eager to win, no rules, so that they should be a team The Blood Races who worked on the job are now fighting on their own like headless flies, and even the Lucifers who belonged directly to George were forced to join the melee on the frontal battlefield.

"Ah hahahaha...is this the descendants of the strongest vampire Legion of the Nicholas Empire? Grandfather I am laughing to death!"

The same stay in the rear, except for George In addition, there is his newly recruited pharmacist and adjutant Merlin, or Uther Pandagon.

George’s initial tactics were largely negotiated with Uther. As the former supreme commander of the Crusades, Uther naturally knew the old rivals of the Crusades, that is, the vampires, but what he didn’t expect was that George’s vampires were so "personalized", except In addition to his surprise, he laughed extraordinarily loudly.

"Shut up, you!"

George who was flying into a rage out of humiliation can't wait to take a sack to cover this man's head, but after a while, he found After the telepathic innate talent gave instructions and couldn't command the runaway Blood Race, George still let go of his self-esteem, and his voice was full of malaise.

"Boss, what should I do now?"

"Uh-huh."

Uther looked particularly proud, of course he knew the situation was serious. And he didn't intend to sell off or embarrass George at this point.

"Just leave them alone."

"Huh?"

George couldn't believe his ears.

"I said, just let them go. If you are not obedient, I have seen a lot of new troops who believe oneself infallible. I have to deal with them. When the wind is smooth, let them make waves and wait for the situation to lose. At that time, their heads are naturally sober."

"But at that time, don't you want to die?"

Head George obviously still cherishes his subordinates, after all... …Everyone has prepaid an annual salary of 100 Gold Coin.

"Nonsense, there is no reason for the undead in war? The master of the hundred battles under my hand, which one is not the lucky one who crawled out of the sea of ​​blood from the corpse mountain! Of course, you are right to feel sorry for your subordinates. , It’s just that you have to wait for the situation to be defeated. You can go to the rescue when their heads are sober!"

"What if the situation is not lost?"

George just I regret it when I ask it, because this question is so stupid. As a regiment leader, how can he expect his troops to lose the battle?

Unexpectedly, Uther's words were like a basin of cold water poured on his head, cooling his enthusiastic heart.

"Pray, the thief on the opposite side can take out some trump card ability, otherwise, if this battle is simply won, your men will be like Brat spoiled by your mother. , Next time you want them to obey the discipline and management, you have to do it yourself!"

While Uther was saying this, suddenly, his expression changed, his face changed. The ease on the sky no longer exists in an instant, and his shrinking pupils reflect the skyrocketing fire on the other side of the valley.

"Head, it seems that your prayers have been delayed! Prepare to fight, I guess these self-esteem vampires will need Savior soon!"