Earl Grestor's scimitar inlaid with gems nimbled an arc in the air, and the skull of the horse-side skeleton soldier rolled to the ground with a "gurgle".

With a sword on his back, Earl Grestor raised his scimitar and shouted loudly to the desert knights beside him: "Everyone is careful to save fighting spirit. We have tough battles to fight next to him. Now we are just a group of skeleton soldiers. There is no need to waste fighting spirit on these bones!"

It is indeed as Earl Grestaur said, after the collision of Baigang's armored brigade in front of him, the undead's fish that escaped the net were already scattered and did not constitute a threat at all. It is not worth wasting fighting spirit on these guys.

The real pressure in this battle was only where the width of the armored brigade was not covered on both sides. A large number of undead rushed from both sides of the armored brigade to the space left after sweeping across, which is where the cavalry were located.

However, Bridges VI had long expected this situation. He was experienced and directly let the heavy armored infantry sit on the flatbed carriage and accompany the cavalry to move.

Don't think that the flatbed carriage will not keep up with the clever and fast cavalry. In fact, unless it is about to catch the enemy and launch the last 100-meter sprint, the horses of the cavalry will travel at a fast pace in normal state. Even the final sprint will accelerate in segments, and they will not do their best to come up, in order to preserve the horse's physical strength as much as possible.

After all, horses eating grass are not cars that drink oil. They can solve the problem when they want to hit the accelerator at any time. If you consume too much physical strength during the march and need to increase the impact force, the horse will feel weak!

The speed of the flat carriage is indeed a little slower than that of the cavalry, but the gap is not too far. With the help of the cavalry, the undead tide will be temporarily blocked before the infantry takes their place. Only after the heavy armored infantry completes the preparations for the formation will the cavalry withdraw and continue to advance.

The blocking work is carried out in turn, and of course the purpose is to save energy.

The heavy armored infantry responsible for protecting the flanks are almost all ordinary infantry with little fighting talent, and at most they are only low-level. However, facing the skeleton soldiers leaning on the tight heavy armor on their bodies, it is enough to deal with it. Anyway, the rusted swords on their hands cannot cut the armor.

Following the Armored Brigade that deliberately controlled the speed of the march, the coalition cavalry were quite relaxed and there was no danger along the way. They just needed to cut off a few skeleton soldiers who had missed the net from time to time.

"Sir, it's really easy to fight with the Golem Legion of the King of Storm. In the past, these skeleton soldiers alone would be enough for us to clean up for a while. Now we only need to follow those golems, haha."

With a glaring at the young nobleman with a relaxed face, Earl Grestoll snorted coldly: "Baron Hogre, this kind of relaxed thought on the battlefield is the most unsatisfactory!

The alchemy weapons of King of Storm are indeed powerful in dealing with skeleton soldiers, but do you think that truly powerful middle and high-level undead will be killed by those clumsy things?"

Baron Hogre was stunned for a moment and said, "I'm afraid it won't work..."

"So, the real tough battle has to be achieved by us real men who have been trained by gravel! Don't be like those Chinese who only rely on foreign objects!"

"Ming...I understand! Lord Earl!"

Baron Hogre was talking when he saw two red magic flames suddenly lit up in the sky ahead.

"Red, one high and one low... Are there many difficult characters to deal with?"

Earl Grestor's face became cold and immediately used the scroll to bless him [Hawkeye]. Looking at the hatred of the large groups in front of him, he said coldly:

"Baron Hogley, do you see the hatred ahead? This is what I just mentioned!

Although those alchemy golems built with money can rush through the skeleton soldiers, can they defeat those terrifying hatreds?

Even if their steel armor is ten times thicker than our armor, it cannot withstand the full blown attack of hatred! Not to mention hating the terrifying pus! As long as the alchemy golem’s horns are daring to break the abhorrence, the pus flowing out is enough to corrode the golem into a pool of scrap iron!

So, at this time, the only one who can really rely on is our Lune's man!"

After saying that, Earl Grestor came to the team of the desert cavalry, and ran around them while strengthening his voice with magic and shouting loudly.

"Lune's boys!

We are warriors baptized in the scorching deserts of the south with the blood of those dirty and hateful faux sand people!

We are men who fought with countless rotten undead on the walls of Blood Castle for three days and three nights without retreating!

We are powerful warriors who are all famous in the seven kingdoms!

Now, in front of us, a bunch of clumsy hatreds blocked the way!

We all know the horror of hatred!

The weak attack is useless, and the close attack will be life-threatening, and the impact of the mages will be intercepted by the undead guards entrenched around!

But none of these can stop our Lune’s warriors! All enemies who dare to stop our scimitar will be cut into pieces!

Look! The golem of the King of Storm is just a group of clumsy dolls. They will do nothing in the face of terror and hatred. In the end, we Lune's men will be able to rely on!

Now, everyone comes with me! Let us..."

Before Earl Grestor finished his last roar, he heard a loud thunder-like sound suddenly erupting in front of him!

Earl Grestoll watched the brave Luni men under his command go from being determined to being shocked, almost everyone's mouth was so wide that an egg could be stuffed in!

"What the hell happened?"

Earl Grestoll turned around, and then his expression became like those Lunich men - the hatred he thought he had just thought it would take considerable sacrifices to kill had fallen down now!

And the rest were all blown away by the second round of the tank under his witness!

He saw with his own eyes that the terrifying monsters that had made him and his comrades wander on the death rays countless times were easily bombarded half of their bodies!

It's really a bloody storm!

"Is this the real power of those alchemy golems??" Earl Grestor swallowed with difficulty, "These are not the same as those of the Golden Tower... they are really different!"
Chapter completed!