.Ecklinn, the special envoy of the Dragon Witch Cult, who commanded more than 2,000 Tukan Iron Cavalry, stood in front of the military formation with a spirit of spirit, looking back at his subordinates with a serious expression and pride, and was so excited that he almost shouted.

Behind him was the scorched earth with corpses everywhere, in front of him were shaking and fearless enemies, and beside him were priceless spoils.

This kind of generous feeling that is invincible along the way is really wonderful!

Since he entered the ancient city of Nara where flames soared into the sky, the more than 2,000 Tukan cavalry under his command have basically not encountered decent resistance. Those monks who are solemn in their daily lives have dropped their beads in front of the snow-white sabers and fled in all directions. The gold, silver magic weapons, jade Buddha statues, and silk and satin found from various temples have made the knights rich.

At this moment, he made the biggest surprise of this night attack, the legendary Far East conqueror, the first general of the Naserel Empire who had been famous for more than 30 years, and Lieutenant General Garlus Du Audden Perry, the commander of the Empire Far East Fleet, intercepted and surrounded the temple in front of him, and could easily take his life at any time!

Pojun killed generals, massacred cities and countries, and built his reputation and prestige on the corpses of countless enemies... All legendary heroes from ancient times to the present seem to have embarked on the road of glory step by step!

Thinking of this, Ecklin couldn't help but smile and breathe a sigh of relief, then looked up at the night sky habitually. In the distant eastern sky, the fish belly white was already faintly exposed. It was about to dawn!

And that was also the time when he was scheduled to take the general attack.

Although he did not have much experience in leading troops in person, Ecklinn also knew that under the dim night of vision, the elite cavalry rashly rushed into the completely unfamiliar complex, and kept getting lost, falling and tripping, and fighting a chaotic battle with the defenders who were waiting for work was really a stupid and idiotic behavior. Not only would it cause many completely unnecessary casualties, but it could even make the enemy who was already in desperate situation turn over again!

Therefore, given the current favorable situation of winning, he did not mind allowing the last opponent to live a few more hours in fear.

What's more, this is also a traditional military etiquette that expresses one's respect to a famous predecessor hero like Admiral Perry. For any enemy who is about to die, being able to take a look at the sunshine before death can be said to be a very precious favor.

You know, in this devastated city, I don’t know how many people failed to see the sun tomorrow…

Behind these proud Knights of Tukan, the once simple and elegant streets were already devastated, and the land under their feet was covered with corpses, watered by flowing blood, broken bodies, and dried black blood stains were everywhere, making people feel strange and terrifying.

If you look further away, you can also see houses and temples that are tilted around, breathing in the remaining fires. The broken walls and walls are burnt, like big mouths that are open, silently accusing the gods and Buddhas of the heavens. A broken corpse, with different postures, fallen on the rubble in different postures. Each dead person's face is different, but without exception, it shows fear of death. He opens his eyes unwillingly, and everyone dies with his eyes open.

Even the summer night breeze that was supposed to be very refreshing was wafting with an unforgettable and strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

But for the nomadic barbarians on the grassland who have been known as the "destroyer of civilization" since ancient times, the bloody and cruel purgatory scene in front of them is their most proud symbol of glory. It is the heroic act in the hearts of these grassland men!

As some of the greatest legends of ancient Khan said, the greatest happiness in life lies in chasing your enemies everywhere, invading their land, plundering their wealth, enjoying their wives and daughters, and then listening to their crying!

In the past few decades, Tukan Khan, after the revival, led them to fight in the east and west, flooding one once glorious and splendid civilization like a tide, turning the city into ruins, filling the rivers with corpses, and causing the earth to bleed and cry!

Now, it is the turn of this long-isolated Far East Island Country to experience the terrifying storm of the Iron Cavalry of the Grassland!

Moreover, these are all brilliant achievements achieved under the wise command of Ikelinn!

The young envoy of the Dragon Witch Cult thought so proudly, and looked up at the sky, then reached out and waved the flag.

Facing the first ray of dark morning light of the bright red sun, several messengers sounded the long ox-horn horn representing killing. More than two thousand Tukan cavalry, who had been impatient, immediately cheered, drew their swords and unsheathed them, shouted and rode their horses and raised their hooves, and swung their swords to kill the ancient temple ahead!

Dividing line

The short raid process was basically without suspense.

Almost not much blockage, the two Tukan cavalry of a team of 1,000 people easily shattered their fragile resistance, rushed into Xingfu Temple like a tide, and began the most popular burn, killing, looting, which nomads on the grassland were nomads.

The only interesting thing is that the first breakthrough in the battle was not the side doors and the collapse of the exterior walls defended by several miscellaneous monk soldiers, but the fact that Admiral Perry personally led more than 150 Naserel Marines to arrange three eagle cannons and two deer forts to guard against the main entrance of the temple...

"...Aim to fire! Open fire! Open fire! Open fire for me quickly! Why haven't there been any movement? Are your guns all fire sticks? Or have you all forgotten how to pull the trigger?"

"...Sorry, sir, I have pulled the trigger. But... I have found that this long-range rifled gun has become only able to spray water..."

"...My gun didn't sound either... There was no problem with loading and oiling! I used it to hit wild deer yesterday and said..."

"...Oh my God, is there something wrong with my eyes? My gun is actually blooming!"

"...Hey, what's the point of blooming? My gun is worse than you! It's all turned into a living creature... Damn it, he actually bit me! Oh!"

Accompanied by the shooting orders issued by the Admiral, the veterans of the Marine Corps skillfully pulled the trigger. Unfortunately, what appeared was not gunpowder, fire and roar, but a ridiculous chaos of chaos...

Some people were shocked to see a clear stream of water spurting out of their muzzles, and some of them spewed out a string of colorful soap bubbles. Some even drilled out of the buttstock, and bright flowers bloomed... There was also a certain unlucky guy's latest rifle. After pulling the trigger, it turned into a magical creature that could not be accurately named. It was like a thin and long dachshund, and around the pitiful master who was busy, jumping and turning around, and from time to time, biting a few bites on his heels...

"...This is...oh!" After a moment of silence, Admiral Perry immediately hugged his head and lamented, "This damn chaotic magic area!"

The above strange scenes that make people laugh and cry are one of the consequences of the popularization of military magic. In order to strengthen the combat effectiveness of the accompanying guards, Admiral Perry spared no effort to replace them with the latest gun equipment. Half of them were high-explosive magic guns driven by various magic loops, and the other half also used expensive new type of shooting medicine formula in alchemy potions to replace traditional black gunpowder or nitrosilicon. It is said that it can increase the effective range by at least 3o, and even the grenades are all blessed with poison clouds or blinding spells...

Unfortunately, my intelligence was mistaken for intelligence. In Nara City after the fall of Buddha, this magic network was torn to a completely disordered magic area, and the result of casting was simply unpredictable. The above practices became the craziest stupid move in such a ghost place, and they dared to use magic guns and magic shot powder. God knows what to do...

In short, among the more than 150 Naserel Marines, no one could successfully fire any bullet. Even three eagle cannons that had been pre-loaded with shotguns, the gunners hesitated and did not dare to shoot because the gunners saw the embarrassment and riots of their colleagues.

In fact, it was already lucky that their guns did not spray flames from the back, thereby igniting the detonating ammunition box.

Correspondingly, the antique muskets left over from various monks in Xingfu Temple, which were left from unknown era, were ignited and started one after another when the enemy began to charge. Although these old goods loaded with iron sand and bulk black gunpowder were really unbearable, they had no accuracy and no lethality, and often had blown up or silence. Because the users had serious lack of relevant experience, they often fired in advance outside the range, with no momentum but no results... But at least they could scare people...

So, seeing that the Tukan cavalry, who still had some resistance to fire in the temple, naturally chose the main gate that had been silent as a breakthrough. What's even better is that in order to make room for artillery, the gate was still open...

Before Admiral Perry could react and adjust, the aggressive Tukan cavalry had already knocked out the deer fort, chopped over the musketeers who could not dodge, chased the gunners who fled in a panic, and rushed into the main gate of the monastery, completely shattering the defenders' weak resistance.

Then what happened was naturally a bloody massacre like cutting melons and vegetables... The Naserel Marines, who had lost their weapons, had no power to fight back under the sabers of the barbarian cavalry...

"...God! Are you playing with me? You must be playing with me! Do you really refuse to leave the way of death of a soldier to me?!!"

Seeing that his only reliable armed force had, he collapsed without fighting in such a frustration, and became a cowardly lamb who could be slaughtered, Admiral Perry, who was furious, couldn't help but wail in grief and anger, threw away the magical gold-inlaid pistol that was spewing out the mellow wine, pulled out the gorgeous sword that he had not drunk blood for many years, and roared into the battle field.

In this desperate bloody dawn, the elderly legendary conqueror began the last battle in his life... Although, this was just a funny battle with no praise or praise, and a hilarious battle that exuded its decay and bad luck from its core...
Chapter completed!