The Most Lord

The giant sword warrior rode a horse to rush out 100 meters, his body jumped directly from the mount, and rushed towards Xin Zhao from the air. This is the fact that most fighters in the world are not good at riding warfare, and the horses they ride on are only ordinary horses. Mounts are just a burden for them in battle.

The giant sword warrior rushed in front of Xin Zhao, raised the giant sword high, and cut it down with a sword, like a thunder. Xin Zhao rode on the horse, handed his spear forward, and the spear pierced the giant sword warrior in the air like lightning.

To be precise, it was a giant sword cut down by a giant sword warrior!

Xin Zhao's spear point hit the body of the giant sword with incomparable accuracy, and the spears and swords intersected with a piercing sound. The giant sword warrior in the air was repelled by Xin Zhao with a single shot. Xin Zhao himself sank down, and the horse under him groaned and fell to the ground. Xin Zhao almost fell off his horse when he was awkward, and jumped onto the open space in front of him.

"Ordinary mounts really can't withstand this level of battle. It seems that I will find a suitable mount in the future. Only by riding battle can I show my demeanor." Xin Zhao shook his head.

The giant sword warrior was repulsed by Xin Zhao with a single shot. After landing, the gaze looking at Xin Zhao again became serious. Although the warrior with the gun looked young, his strength was definitely not inferior to him! Although the two had just attacked and looked evenly matched, the giant sword warrior knew very well in his heart. The other party was distracted and protected the mount under him with a part of their grudge!

If the opponent disregards the death of the horse under him and makes an all-out effort, he might be the one who suffers. The only thing that puzzled the giant sword warrior was that he could perceive that the energy in the opponent's body was only about ten levels. Why could he exert such a powerful force with a single shot?

He didn’t know that although Xin Zhao’s level was only ten, the strength of the hero was originally higher than that of the ordinary strong, plus the bonus of skin and dragon soul, not to mention fighting skills, just his own strength. , Xin Zhao is no longer weaker than the eleventh-level fighters.

"Not bad, I can take a shot from Lord Xin. I want to see how many shots you can take." After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he was shaped like a dragon and attacked the giant sword warrior with a gun.

After a few shots, Zhao Faithful let out a roar, and a dazzling red light was released between his hands.

Furious war roar!

After a battle cry, Xin Zhao seemed to be in a frenetic state, and his attack speed suddenly accelerated. The giant sword warrior who had already gradually lost support under the attack of Xin Zhao suddenly became messy, and one of them was stabbed in the right shoulder by Xin Zhao with a shot.

not good! The giant sword warrior was shocked, and his body leaped back to retreat, trying to escape into his own army. Xin Zhao saw that his opponent wanted to escape, smiled lightly, stabs forward with a spear, and rushed to the great sword warrior.

Fearless charge!

The great sword warrior had no idea that Xin Zhao's sprint speed was so fast that he had no time to make any response. Xin Zhao pierced his chest with a shot, and the tip of the gun came out of his chest.

"Uh..." The blood flowed from the corner of the giantsword warrior's mouth, and the giantsword warrior's eyes gradually faded, losing her look.

Xin Zhao drew out the spear, blood surged, and the giant sword warrior's body fell heavily to the ground.

Xin Zhao let out a long laugh: "Who would dare to come out and fight against Lord Xin and me?"

Among the coalition forces, Harlem's face turned pale.

"The whole army is ready to attack!" Harlem ordered through gritted teeth. How strong is your personal strength? In front of tens of thousands of battlefields, even the twelfth-level powerhouse can play extremely limited roles!

Xin Zhao watched the enemy formation slowly approaching, and smiled softly: "Do you want to fight the battle? Then I will let you see and see my art of war command."

After speaking, Xin Zhao returned to the army led by Huaxia: "Ready to fight!"

The two military formations were only more than three hundred meters apart, and they soon met together. Xin Zhao stood on a high ground behind the army, observing the situation on the field, while giving orders based on the situation on the field.

"The archer fired three rounds and retreated, and the two-winged light infantry covered it!"

"Heavy infantry becomes a square formation, and the pikemen cooperate with the attack!"

"The cavalry moves to the right flank, listen to my instructions, ready to attack at any time!"

"The heavy infantry blocked the gap on the right, and the light infantry on the left turned into a cone formation!"

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Orders were issued from Xin Zhao, and the army of 30,000 people was well-founded to advance and retreat under the command of Xin Zhao.

Xin Zhao’s command style is very different from Swain’s and Galen. His commanding style is inevitably influenced by Eastern tactics from the East. For example, whether the formation of troops or the on-the-spot command is full of Eastern characteristics. The style is extremely meticulous.

Harlem didn’t pay attention to Xin Zhao. In his opinion, with his command level, he could easily defeat the opponent in a battle of the same strength, and control the death ratio of the two sides to two to one, no, three to one. !

But with the passage of time, Harlem's confident smile disappeared, and big drops of sweat flowed down from his face, and he couldn't stop it! The casualty ratio on the battlefield was indeed three to one as he expected, but it was three of them, and China led one!

The soldiers of the Huaxia collar formed a huge flesh-and-blood grinding disc, constantly devouring the soldiers under Haring's command. Harlem is constantly changing to break this passive situation, but he is becoming more and more passive. For the first time, Harlem felt like he was blown up by the opposing commander on the battlefield command!

"Heavy infantry and cavalry cover, the others retreat quickly!"

After a loss of nearly 10,000 troops, Harlem's psychological defense finally collapsed and began to order a retreat. Nowadays, it is impossible to retreat from the whole body. I can only escape as much as I want.

"Contact Your Highness and let him send troops to support!" Harlem was afraid that Xin Zhao would chase to the end, and hurriedly asked Daying for help.

The coalition camp received the news, and when shocked, it immediately dispatched 20,000 cavalry to rush to help. The coalition camp is only a few miles away from the battle site, and can quickly reach the battlefield at the speed of cavalry.

The coalition forces sent cavalry to support, and the sentry led by Huaxia immediately notified Xin Zhao when he found out. Xin Zhao immediately ordered to stop the pursuit and return to the base camp. Enough earned in this battle!

In this battle, the coalition forces killed more than 10,000 people, but the casualties of the Huaxia collar did not exceed 3,000.

"See if you dare to look down on Lord Xin and me next time, and send such a few soldiers to die." Xin Zhao said proudly as he saw the figure of the coalition fleeing in embarrassment.

On the other side, after Haring fled back to the base camp with the remnants in an embarrassing manner, he was immediately summoned by Prince Carl into the main account.

"Harlem, tell me what's going on!" Prince Carl's face was frosty, and the army of the Harilo Kingdom has never been defeated so miserably!

Harlem lowered his head in shame: "His Royal Highness, I am not the opponent of the other party. Even if I fight again, fight ten times, fight a thousand times, the result is still the same, I am not his opponent."

In this battle, Xin Zhao had no confidence in directly fighting Harlem!

If everyone in the tent had only been surprised by Harlem's defeat before, then it would be shocked now. They couldn't think of it anyway. Not only did Harlem lose, but he was so convinced that he lost completely without the confidence and courage to fight the opponent!

Prince Carl knows Harlem very well, and can't help frowning when he hears this: "The general opposite is really so strong?"

Based on Prince Carl's understanding of Harlem, if Harlem hadn't lost too badly and was crushed by the opponent in all directions, he would definitely not be so discouraged!