Faced with the eager looks of his officers, the Lieutenant General was still ready to say: "Wait a little longer."

At this moment, Carlos, the general staff officer of the dark army, in accordance with the instructions of His Majesty Cohen, lit the emergency smoke for the rebel guards under Conson City. The strange-colored smoke showed that the defense of Conson City was already a problem.

Already.

Seeing the smoke, which should not be ignited except as a last resort, the Lieutenant General's eyes became fierce.

"The main force has passed through the valley and moved forward!" Your Excellency the Lieutenant General finally said: "The logistics baggage will be shipped later!"

The main force of the rebel reinforcements took action and moved forward through the valley again. Like the forward troops, they also built many pontoon bridges after leaving the valley, sent part of their troops to the other side, and then continued to advance at the same speed.

The rebel army was moving behind, but their miserable forwards were advancing all the way under the guidance of the "Dark Defeat Army", running for more than ten miles and then plunging into the main position of the Third Army.

This battle was the beginning of the Third Legion of the Dark Army and the commander of the Third Legion, Moya, becoming famous on the mainland.

Looking back, the predecessor of the Third Legion should be the Third Regiment of the Ninth Legion of the Divine Alliance. Under the leadership of a certain bad commander, this Regiment gradually grew up in the war between gods and demons, and finally matured in the cruel war.

It was this regiment that built the labyrinth formation in the Battle of Tucheng, leaving more than 300,000 powerful demon-type coalition forces in the battlefield.

In the eyes of the current Third Army headquarters, these rebels in front of them are really nothing. If His Majesty Cohen had not given instructions to train new recruits in this battle, they would not have ordered the soldiers to build this huge engineering position.

When a large number of rebels swarmed in, the Third Army Headquarters reenacted the Battle of Tucheng. The front of the main position was closed, allowing the enemy troops to enter - although the fighting intensity of the two was not comparable, but for the new recruits in the dark army, it was

In other words, this scene is already quite cruel.

It did not use the latest large-scale equipment, nor did it use the newly arrived stone bullets, nor did it dispatch hunting teams. The Third Army only dispatched new regiments led by veterans to fight in the form of ordinary positional warfare - this was enough.

When the battle horn sounded, Bai Ying responded to Cohen's request and recited to him a poem passed down by the dragon clan from generation to generation. His Majesty Cohen listened calmly and ignored the shouts of killing outside.

Bai Ying also knew in her heart that at the same time as her soft voice sounded, countless killings were happening outside, but she could not refuse Cohen's request - at least the man in front of her was not addicted to killing.

On the battlefield ahead, someone was stabbed by a sharp stake, and his body hanging in the air was twisted weirdly.

Someone was chopped in half with a sword, and half of his body was crawling and twitching in a pool of blood.

Some people went crazy because they saw their partners falling one after another.

Some people knelt down and begged for mercy, some cried bitterly...

Some people tremble because they kill someone for the first time, some people vomit because they see a corpse for the first time, some people are excited, some people are obsessed...

"There can be no beautiful things in the battle, tearing with flesh and steel, burying the souls with killing..." His Majesty Cohen commented after listening to the poem: "I like this paragraph, this is the essence of war."

"If you can really remember, I will be very happy." Bai Ying replied lightly: "I hate being surrounded by the smell of blood like this."

"Although pride is the nature of dragons, you have to understand one thing." Cohen took a step closer and said softly to Bai Ying: "You are not qualified to teach me a lesson."

Then he hurried out of the room on the pretext of inspection before Bai Ying got angry.

Fifteen thousand infantry and cavalry rebels were dispersed and absorbed by the entire position, and the entire battle ended within an hour. Amid the cheers of the new recruits, more than 8,000 terrified prisoners were escorted to the wilderness behind the position.

"Since we are prisoners, we should have corresponding treatment and obligations. Their only use is to remind the world not to go against me." - His Majesty the Emperor said this in the army's rumors. So the prisoners were escorted.

Go to Conson City.

Majesty Cohen was dressed in a gorgeous dress and walked into the camp with his personal guards. Bai Ying hesitated outside the tunnel that smelled of blood, and finally followed him in.

The group made several turns in the tunnel and first entered the position's medical area.

A young officer standing at the corner felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His body tensed upright in an instant and he shouted: "His Majesty the Emperor has arrived - everyone stands up and salutes!"

"The wounded do not need to salute - the doctors continue to work!" Cohen overcame his urge to return the salute and looked around with warm eyes instead: "Are there many wounded?"

"Your Majesty, there are not many wounded." The leader of the doctors hurried over and stood aside with his hands down and replied: "Most of them are minor injuries, and there are also some wounded who were transported back from the front lines."

"Check carefully. If they can continue to fight, let them return to the army. If they can't continue to fight, send them all back to the rear." Cohen examined the injuries of several soldiers: "Are the new treatment drugs effective?"

"Compared with the original place, the effect is somewhat reduced. It seems to be a problem with the soil." The head doctor took out a small bottle of medicine: "But, Your Majesty, this is much better than ordinary medicine."

"As long as it works!" Cohen nodded, walked into the medical area to inspect, and asked about the conditions of several seriously injured patients.

"Originally, I prepared medals for the troops who attacked the Holy Capital, but now it seems that you injured fools have no choice but to go back to recuperate!" Cohen suddenly raised his voice and said to the wounded around him. The wounded around him were all dumbfounded. Could it be that the brave ones were injured?

Is it also a fault?

"See? This is for the troops attacking the Holy City." Cohen took a shining silver medal from the rock: "How about this medal that symbolizes courage and wisdom? Isn't it beautiful?"

The wounded were sad and aggrieved, and some of the recruits were already shedding sad tears.

"What? You're not convinced? The soldiers who follow me can't be idiots!" Cohen threw the medal back to the rock: "You have to rely on your brains to fight, and you can't just fight to the death - you have been systematically trained and have the best skills in the continent.

With armor and weapons, relying on a well-established position to fight against this rookie rebel army, you can actually get injured? Don’t embarrass me!"

"But boss." A battalion commander lying on the bed raised his head and shouted: "We are fighting in full accordance with the staff plan!"

"Let me tell you clearly that this battle was carefully designed by me. The purpose is to use this rebel force to train you. The battlefield situation changes quickly, so you fools won't adapt to the situation?" Cohen walked over and slapped this person in the face.

The battalion commander said: "According to my expectation, the number of wounded should be one-fifth of the current number!"

"Yes, boss, I was wrong..." the battalion commander replied, stroking his head with satisfaction.

"You still have a few days to recuperate. I'll give you a chance." Cohen suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Are you confident in improving your combat effectiveness?"

"Have confidence!"

"What do you rely on to fight?"

"On your head!"

"Do you want to get a medal?"

"think!"
Chapter completed!