"Hurry up!" The sergeant behind kept urging him.

However, our Clark has trouble moving his legs, don't even think about it!

Hero of the Empire? Stop talking nonsense. Even if you are accused of treason and rebellion after returning to the royal court, it would be better than dying here now!

Once you enter this flesh and blood mill, there is really no way to survive. Without looking at the guy who was still next to you before, he was shot to death by a crossbow on his horse before he even rushed down the hillside.

Clark tried hard to maintain his image, at least on the surface, so that these powerful villains could not see that he was actually shaking uncontrollably.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you command me as just a non-commissioned officer? I am a major contributor to the Battle of Fimir Fortress. I am the only imperial hero who has won a major victory against Romaniel on the frontal battlefield in the past ten years. If I rush down now

,Who will analyze the situation on the battlefield?"

In order to prevent his words from being interrupted, Clark shouted loudly at an extremely fast speed! For a moment, everyone could not help but be suffocated by his sudden display of domineering aura!

But not long after, a mocking and disdainful smile appeared on the faces of these people. You, the boss, have failed, yet you are still pretending to be a big-tailed wolf? Those who don’t know really think you are some important pillar of the empire!

Maybe he can earn a good reputation for his wife and children by dying here, but since this guy wants to be a "treason", let him go. Anyway, he will die sooner or later, and the goddess of death will not be on the candidate list.

It was so easy for him to cross out his name.

He is just a dying man, there is really no need to continue to conflict with him.

Seeing that these people did not continue to target him, Clark finally breathed a sigh of relief quietly.

The "big shots" were still scheming, and if the pieces of the corpse hadn't exploded into their faces, they might have been "talking and laughing" for a while.

However, some people soon frowned. These guys who had not yet completely become idiots discovered "a little bit of the situation" on the battlefield.

Romaniel's army is still full of order and calm, and they are gradually eating away at Odin's soldiers.

Being attacked by a sneak attack? It was as if it didn't exist. They seemed to be waiting for Odin's soldiers to rush into their camp, then tear up the tents while screaming in the firelight, and use steel knives to stab those "

"Sneak Raider" body.

An unpleasant feeling arose from the bottom of his heart, and the supreme commander hesitated, not knowing whether to continue to invest troops or to retreat now.

But it seemed that he couldn't help it. Those second- and third-generation nobles who were so excited that they had lost the ability to think coerced him into making a choice.

"Execute His Majesty's orders!"

The soldiers behind him once again braved countless crossbows and magic and rushed into the flames of war without hesitation.

Just after that, several Romaniels emerged from the underground, and then a large number of soldiers began to rush to the ground in a steady stream.

"It's over! We were ambushed!"

Now anyone who is not mentally ill can see that the biggest reason why Romaniel did not panic and was orderly was not that they managed the army well, but that they had the intelligence of Odin's army's sneak attack from the very beginning.

That's why they seemed to be waiting here calmly.

Please put you in a urn, and... close the door and beat the dog!

"Retreat! Retreat!" the supreme commander shouted loudly. He had almost seen the not-so-distant and... bloody future of this team.

But how could the Romaniels give up? The opportunity to beat a drowned dog was not always available. Thanks to their general's strategizing, they could even calculate the exact time of the Odin's sneak attack.

The Odin nobles who were showing off their power and thinking about the future just now wish they were riding some high-level fantasy species. It's all because a mortal creature like a horse only has four hooves!

What about the remaining Odin soldiers?

They have fallen into chaos, and the most common scene on the battlefield now is a few Romaniels surrounding one or two Odin's soldiers.

Once the rout begins, it is difficult to stop it.

The supreme commander could only gather the remaining soldiers while being forced to flee here like a lost dog.

After a while, most of these imperial nobles who were almost foaming at the horse's feet were still alive. As for the unlucky ones who died, they had nothing to do with them.

"What should we do now?" someone asked in the dark.

There was a long silence next, and no one knew what to decide next.

According to the scout's report just now, the area around here is already full of traces of the Romaniels. For a while, a feeling of no way out and no way out lingered in everyone's minds.

"How on earth were we discovered?! Could it be that there are spies they planted in the team?!" The man who spoke scanned everyone's faces with his vicious triangular eyes.

Indeed, no one can figure this problem out, but we can’t say that His Majesty the King is the real “traitor”, right? Cooperating with the Romaniels to eliminate their own people? This idea is not reliable no matter how you look at it!

"Hahaha, let me tell you!"

The sudden laughter made everyone a little nervous. Their bodies stiffened and they turned their heads with some effort. An old man with a large number of Romaniel soldiers behind him was looking at them from a distance.

"What you received was not a secret order from King Odin, but a small prop we prepared for you."

"No, this is impossible! The magic beacon of the royal court cannot lie! And that magic crystal..." someone retorted.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really pitiful. Let me tell you a cruel fact. If nothing else happens, your royal city has completely fallen! As for your second prince... we naturally killed him too."

"What did you say?!"

"This is impossible!"

"That's total nonsense!"

Odin's nobles blushed and loudly denied all the old man's words, because the speech just now was too shocking and unbelievable. If these are true, then...

Everyone on Odin's side looked a little pale. Although they didn't admit it with their mouths, they involuntarily believed it in their hearts.

After all, the large number of special situations they knew seemed to confirm this to them.

"I didn't expect that Jon III would be plotted by his ministers after spending decades in the North. I'm afraid the entire Odin Empire would be destroyed by this civil strife..." The old man was a little sad, but he was also a little gloating.

"Even your eldest prince Rafman has died at the hands of Peter Fresa and Tartasha a long time ago. Although I don't know what this old guy wants, I really thank him for bringing our people into your territory.

The royal court!"

"Lord Peter Fresa..."

"Sword Master

people……"

"His Royal Highness Rafman..."

The news of the successive explosions made everyone feel dizzy, and many people were already numb. They had to accept these cruel facts.

Whether it is the news that the respected old man has become a traitor, or the news that the eldest prince Rafman was brutally murdered, or the news that the royal court was captured by Romaniel's army...

The empire is over...

They collapsed thinking about it.

The old man's face showed a smile of successful conspiracy, and told them that the information was not a sign of panic, but a strategy.

Although they have now become defeated, everything is possible on the battlefield. It is of course best to reduce their fighting spirit to a minimum, so that they can naturally lose less of their own men.

"Okay, I believe you all have a certain understanding of the current situation. So it is obvious that you are already in a very disadvantageous situation. Those who know the current situation are heroes. As long as the heroes lay down their weapons and surrender, then we

I will definitely not do anything drastic again.”

Still silent, but it was obvious that someone in Odin's team was already interested.

"No! We can't!" someone shouted.

Everyone looked at the figure who dared to speak out to refute the enemy general.

He was a little fat and his body was still shaking, but he didn't kneel down!

Yes, he hasn't knelt down yet!

Clark was trying hard to overcome the fear in his heart, thinking that this might be the most majestic moment in his life.

"We are Odin's people."

Just this simple sentence seemed to rekindle something that had long been rotten in their hearts.

Yes, we are Odin's people.

that's enough!

Especially the soldiers.

They looked back in the direction of the north. Where is the north?

That's where home is!

What's there?

There is their king there! There are hundreds of thousands of unarmed people! There are their elderly parents! There is a wife who swears to stay with him for the rest of his life! There is a child who is waiting to be fed before he has even had time to hold him a few times after he was born! There are too many wives there.

How wonderful...

They have not and will not forget it! Now the enemy is asking them to surrender, can they agree?

Not only the soldiers, but also the eyes of many nobles who originally had gloomy faces lit up again.

These mud-legged soldiers all know the honor, how can they not know it?

Maybe they were once domineering and arrogant in the country, maybe they were scolded as the worms of the empire at some point, but their parents taught them since they were young.

When the empire rises and falls, their bodies must stand at the forefront, carrying their family crest, carrying the past glory of their family, and standing in front of the enemy with all the pride of an imperial noble.

When your body is carried back with shields by your comrades, the entire family will be proud of you!

They had almost forgotten these things. If they chose to kneel down, it would be equivalent to them losing their pride or even destroying the glory of the family with their own hands.

The stern eyes of the supreme commander also returned. He drew his sword and stared at Romaniel's army.
Chapter completed!