"Really, I'm dreaming of the Night Territory." Field was shocked. Did he have a grudge against the "Corpse"? However, the enemy was already on his face, and it was meaningless to avoid the battle. He suddenly drew out his sword and commanded, "Ready, stab!"

The soldiers overlapped their spears and fired at the same time. The thin rebels were instantly stabbed and blood was sprayed.

"Keep the rhythm, stab!"

The rebels were like onions, neatly peeled.

The hysterical screams had not stopped yet, and more rebels surged up, like huge waves hitting the gun formation. Fortunately, the thin linen clothes and rough farm tools were no match for the gun formation. The rebels could only fall down piece by piece, like wheat being cut.

Both the rebels and the coalition forces fought without any rules. The battlefield gradually became chaotic, and the two sides were strangled into a piece, like a pot of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, black and white mixed together.

The Chosen Ones also joined the battlefield. They went to the rear of the rebels and fought with the Chosen Ones of the rebels. They were of no benefit to the front battlefield. They could only hear the fierce battle like thunderstorms in the distance.

Soon, magic disappeared from the battlefield. All kinds of magic that destroyed the world before were almost extinct. Occasionally, a magician would come up with one, but it would be solved by defense or purification magic.

Ordinary soldiers who were originally cannon fodder gradually became the absolute main force on the battlefield.

After an hour, the magicians were almost exhausted and could only retreat to the rear to replenish magic. The fighting knights could continue to fight with their physique.

The battlefield completely turned into a pure melee. Due to the governor's bold fighting style, there was no reserve team, and many people were exhausted, especially the infantry wearing heavy armor.

At this time, the army led by Night showed an extremely tenacious will.

"Stab! Stab!"

The endless spears stabbed, maintaining an excellent rhythm, and madly harvested the rebels. The First Army of the Night Territory firmly occupied a small earthen slope, with the wolf flag flying high, and the surrounding area quickly piled up a wall of corpses with the bodies of the rebels.

The soldiers, on the other hand, did not change their expressions.

They found that this was no different from the familiar Night Territory! It was even more comfortable, because the rebels were not as scary as the corpses.

More and more noble soldiers, or soldiers who were dispersed, gathered under Field's flag and stood firm together.

"Damn, I wanted to keep a low profile." Field was embarrassed. A bunch of small nobles gathered around him, and everyone stared at each other.

No one expected that the fearless mud legs would be so fierce when they went crazy.

Fortunately, Field felt that the rebel army was shaky.

After fighting for two hours, someone was heard shouting: "The rebels retreated!"

"The rebels retreated!"

The rebels retreated to the rear like a receding tide, stepping on the blood plasma on the ground in the noise, but only the strong men retreated. The old, weak, women and children who were previously trapped were all torn to pieces on the ground.

"Destroy the enemy! Glory be to me!"

After hearing an excited roar, the gate of the fortress opened again. Governor Taklin shouted glory, rode on a handsome lion-like monster, led his guards and three thousand light cavalry who had been well-rested, and pursued the fleeing rebels.

The blood-red sun shone on the blood-stained land, corpses were everywhere, blood gathered into rivers, and there were ownerless war horses or crying soldiers everywhere.

"Huh, my hands are sore." Field sat on the pile of corpses piled up by the rebels, gasping for breath. He couldn't remember how many people he had killed. Even with Rosaria's blessing, he still felt tired.

"Thanks to you, Baron Field! I really didn't expect the rebels to be so tenacious."

Laurent looked like a bloody man, he was also uncomfortable, breathing like a bellows.

Field was thirsty, licked the corner of his mouth, and smacked his lips, saying, "This is the power of the fifth-level artifact. Tens of thousands of people have been turned into fearless monsters. It really surprised me."

"My lord, water."

Iron Hammer came over, and he still had the strength. He tore off his armor, and a bunch of arrows fell out with a clang. He smiled, tore off his inner armor, wiped the blood on his hands on his clothes, and then handed over the kettle.

"Ton ton ton~"

After drinking, Field felt much better.

"Send some water to other lords too." Field didn't mind brushing his favor. He stood up and rode on his horse, intending to go to the front to see.

After climbing over a small hill, he saw the governor's light cavalry chasing the defeated army, and farther away was the battlefield of the God's Chosen, with all kinds of gorgeous skills bursting out, and the surrounding beautiful mountains and rivers had been flattened.

Before he could take a look, the three God's Chosen of the rebels fled.

"Sure enough, the stronger they are, the harder it is to die. I heard that the Empire didn't even send out the sixth-level God's Chosen." Field shook his head and then planted the wolf flag in his hand on the hill.

The sixth-level God's Chosen will not be dispatched easily, each guarding the core of the empire.

But in a moment, Field saw the returning imperial chosen one.

"Damn it, that pighead actually let the heavy cavalry charge the spear array head-on! I was beaten by three chosen ones and almost died!" Livlasa had loose red hair, half of her shoulder was festering, and the bones could be seen faintly. Her artifact had been dissociated, and she rode a unicorn, complaining angrily, "I almost returned to the arms of the goddess of war! The artifact has been dissociated for half an hour! You didn't come earlier."

"We have to obey orders too, won't you rush back?" Some chosen ones didn't care.

"Sorry, Livlasa, I will heal you." There were also companions of the imperial army who kept comforting her.

"You better keep your voice down, if he hears it, I will let you rush the city wall directly next time."

"The Nibelungen family will provide you with the best conditions."

Field also saw Aisha, but as a first-level chosen one, she could only walk at the end and had no say.

"That must be the chosen one who ran into him at the beginning. He really suffered a lot." Field looked around for a while, but he didn't see the figure he wanted to see. He was very disappointed. He felt sick because of the fishy wind, so he returned to the First Army of Night.

In this battle, the First Army of Night died 17 people and injured 61 people.

But the amazing thing is that they gathered more than 100 masterless soldiers. Their masters either died in the battle or disappeared.

At night, everyone in the camp was resting.

There were wailing and crying of the wounded everywhere.

"We just left the fortress gate."

Field rubbed his eyebrows.

In this battle, not many elite soldiers of the noble coalition died, after all, they were overpowered by equipment. But many of them collapsed. In the era of cold weapons, collapse was a normal thing. The winner just needed to slowly gather the troops.

The most serious casualties were Livlasa and her heavy cavalry corps. More than 360 knights died, dying from exhaustion and siege. She herself had her divine weapon disintegrated and was seriously injured, so it would take a long time for her to recover.

In the first battle to suppress the rebellion, a chosen one was forced to leave the battlefield.

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