Four-Armed Divine Emperor

They have become accustomed to small-scale harassment from the mountain people. Although these guys are not very strong in combat, they are still quite courageous and adventurous. Even if the number gap is nearly ten times, they may take the initiative to attack and try to kill some Xerxes before retreating.

However, large-scale encounters never occurred. Generally, they would drive away the mountain people's troops that had gone out, and if possible, they would sneak back to the enemy's hometown to wipe them out, or drive them away and then return to the team to continue their journey.

So this sudden ambush caught Malik off guard.

His troops suffered hundreds of casualties in just the first five minutes of the battle. The soldiers had to find ways to huddle together, curl up as much as possible, and form a tortoise shell formation with their companions to resist arrows.

The gorgeous marching tent where Malik was located was naturally the focus of the mountain people's attention. However, their weapons were generally not good, and only a few arrows, stones and other things could reach the vicinity, making many holes in the golden and white cover of the car.

Some bullets or arrows fell on the shield wall raised by the slave soldiers, making only ping-pong sounds. Most of them bounced off after leaving a few marks, and few could stay on the shield.

This sudden and absurd attack made Malik feel a little confused.

The first thing Malik thought of after realizing they were ambushed was that the Devingail had seen through their attack strategy, so they took the initiative to attack and set an ambush on the border. Even though the soldiers on the opposite side were only half the number of Xerxes, Malik's front army was in great danger, and there was even the risk of losing soldiers and lives if things went wrong.

But after observing with his own eyes those backward and barbaric mountain people roaring and attacking Xerxes with their backward weapons, Malik felt that this scene was absurd.

If the Blaeos had used powerful bows and crossbows, assisted by heavy infantry regiments charging, his line would have collapsed in just one encounter. But now, apart from being caught off guard at the beginning, Xerxes' prepared soldiers could easily defend against these backward projectile weapons by cooperating with their companions, or making use of the terrain and even corpses.

Malik even saw that some mountain people had used up all their useful tools and it was impossible for them to throw away their melee weapons, so they simply grabbed handfuls of soil mixed with stones from the ground and threw them down.

"It's ridiculous."

He thought about it, and immediately ordered the entire army to move together in an orderly manner, and then ordered the archers to switch shots. At the same time, the light scouts immediately dispersed to the front and back to investigate the enemy's intelligence, lit the beacon fire and sent out messengers to inform King Adwin's headquarters in the center as quickly as possible that they had been attacked in front and the number and strength of the enemy were unknown.

Although the team was spread out, the overall basic framework was maintained. As long as they could prepare even ten minutes in advance, they would not be afraid of the sudden attack of the Brio people.

But what Malik was worried about was... if it was really an ambush launched by the Brio people, and he was just a group of backward mountain people, then the real focus... would be on King Adwin's central army?

The surprise attack was ambushed, and the advantage instantly turned into a disadvantage. If the main force of the Brio people attacked the central army where the king was, and if King Adwin was beheaded, the entire expeditionary force would collapse immediately!

Isolated outside, the vanguard led by Malik was in a dilemma and could only face destruction!

Thinking of the terrible consequences, Malik felt a surge of panic in his heart, and suddenly remembered the cold and hateful curse uttered by the female prisoner before her death:

"The Punishment of the Mountains... The Four-Armed God..."

"Assemble, line up!" he roared, urging his subordinates hurriedly.

That kind of result is absolutely unacceptable!

"Leave three hundred men to guard the passage, and the rest of you retreat steadily! The enemy's number is unknown, wait for reinforcements!"

He couldn't just say that he wanted to retreat to protect the Grand Prince, as that would make the soldiers suspect that the central army in the rear was facing a bigger problem, which would affect their fighting spirit.

"If, if..."

He glanced angrily at the mountain people who were running around on the hillside, howling like wild beasts, intimidating the enemy and showing off their military power. In Malik's eyes, those guys were like a group of monkeys showing off their fangs and claws to humans.

If they were just a group of ants, and some of the mountain slaves were too wild and difficult to tame, then Malik decided to treat all the captured mountain captives in the most cruel way in this war - all the men would be castrated, and all the women would be made military prostitutes and camp slaves.

Chapter 30: Return and Fury

When Malik hurriedly turned back most of the way, he met the envoy from the Grand Prince who asked him about the specific matters ahead. After repeated confirmation, Malik dared to confirm that the central army was fine and had not been ambushed by the Bleo people. There were only a few groups of mountain people harassing nearby, and he had sent vassal troops to drive them away.

He was worried and also needed to report to the Grand Prince, so he rushed back with his personal slave guards and two teams of cavalry to meet King Adwin.

"The mountain folk coalition ambushed you."

The middle-aged man, who looked intimidating without being angry, was putting his hands on the sand table, conducting a military simulation with the Minister of Military Alik. He waved his hand, motioning Malik to come forward.

The brutal slave owner now walked up meekly and bent his knees in fear and trepidation before another, more powerful slave owner.

"Wise Adwin, great Adwin, invincible Adwin~ Your loyal warriors immediately returned to your side, just to use their bodies to block the enemy's despicable arrows shot from the dark."

He embellished his ideas a little and explained them to the Grand Prince.

"I am sure of your loyalty and rationality. Facing an unknown enemy, it is the right thing to do to hold on and wait for help, and seek to reunite with the main force..." Adwin remained calm as he watched his legion lose two pieces while being trapped by the Minister of Military Affairs. His brows furrowed slightly, and he felt a little down.

He left the sandbox, bent down slightly, and placed his hands on the shoulders of Malik, who was kneeling with his chest puffed out and his head lowered.

"But, my brave warrior, you are facing nothing more than a mob from the borderlands. As you described, their arrows can't even penetrate the wooden armor... Isn't it... not the right thing to do to decisively retreat before my camp sends any signal?"

"If the enemy has set an ambush on your route of retreat, if they are bluffing, you have left the path of Xerxes's army to a bunch of despicable mountain slaves."

The Grand Prince's words made the former army commander tremble and clench his fists in front of his knees.

"I will give you another thousand mountain slaves. Return to your legion and continue your mission. Serve as the vanguard of my legion and clear a path to the enemy's destruction."

"Thank you for your kindness! But I swear to the Holy Fire in the name of Hestor that if the enemy is only those, I don't need reinforcements! I will chop off their heads and build a tower, so that their bodies and souls can watch your army here forever!" Malik immediately said loudly, first thanking and then expressing his confidence in a tactful way. Directly rejecting the prince's kindness is something that only Adwin's brother, the military minister, is qualified to do.

"Be fully prepared and go, my warrior."

Adwin still sent the thousand men to Malik's command. After all, although the Xerxes mainly relied on light infantry in mountain warfare, it was indeed difficult for them to deal with the local native mountain people.

Although the enemy's discipline was a big problem, the complex and fragmented terrain of the border could make up for it. Fortunately, before he went on the expedition, he secretly recruited and hired many mountain people to join the army, and formed a mountain people servant army with a number of up to 6,000 people, with generous rewards and promises: after the victory of the Western Expedition, Xerxes would sweep away the tribes close to the Bleios in the west, and the population and land of these mountain people could be allocated to those who followed him.

In exchange for the loyalty of this army.

Although the Xerxes were brutal and slavery was deeply ingrained, they were good in some respects.

For example, regarding promotion based on military merit, if a slave is not a family slave passed down from generation to generation, and is obtained through normal transactions, and if he goes into battle with the army and kills two or more enemies while protecting his master, then the master should reward him or even grant him freedom and convert the relationship into one of employment.

For example, Tatus Behenam, a poor boy from the slums, joined the army with a gamble mentality, and was promoted to centurion after making merit in one battle. There were certainly many other reasons, but it can also be seen that the Xerxes were relatively open-minded in this regard. Those who were incapable would die, and those who were capable would go up.

Stimulated by the possession of slaves, land, and even the possibility of establishing their own settlements, the servants armed by Xerxes were highly motivated. With their equipment advantage, they were decisive and ruthless in killing their fellow tribesmen in the west.

Malik was furious. He came with 800 troops and left with twice as many as he did when he returned to the front line that had been attacked.

"Damn it! Those bastards, those scum, those ant-like slaves..."

If this ambush was truly a bunch of daring, clueless mountain dwellers, with no "Blaio ambush" or "the enemy saw through our surprise attack" behind it, he would be a laughingstock! Those enemies, ignorant of the situation, would simply think that Malik, frightened by a group of unorganized mountain barbarians with tattered armor and weapons, had abandoned his troops to cover his retreat and absconded with his own men!

Even under the euphemistic banner of "serving the king and saving him"! After being appeased and scolded by the Grand Prince and having to send double the number of reinforcements, they dared to return to the front lines...

When Malik thought of such a shameful reputation being attributed to him, he wished he could wipe out all the mountain people, forests, and what they called mountains within his sight!

Malik returned to the front in a rage. He stayed behind to cover their retreat. The three hundred men who had been prepared for danger were now fighting a fierce battle with a group of about six or seven hundred mountain people who rushed down the mountain.

Because they were not sure of the enemy's strength, the commanders and soldiers who stayed behind did not dare to attack rashly. Instead, they used the terrain and some supplies left behind by Malik to build a temporary position to wait for the attack. The mountain people surrounded them in a disorderly manner and beat them. One side was defending, and the other side had poor offensive capabilities. Neither side had a good way to kill the opponent. The two sides fought for about half an hour before the number of casualties barely exceeded 100, and most of them were the losses of the mountain people.

Seeing the enemy reinforcements arriving, the mountain people did not stay for long and immediately retreated to the slope. From a high position, they continued to harass the enemy with their stone-throwing and arrow-shooting tactics, which were no longer very effective. Their chattering and strange cries were quite mocking.

But Malik's anger was not as strong as before, because in his eyes these guys were already a group of dead people.

He also received the report from the spies at this time. The surroundings had been scouted and there seemed to be no other troops lurking. Moreover, according to his speculation, if the Brio people really knew their plan and intended to come to block them, then it would be better to cut off their retreat and eat them up in the first wave, or to raid the central army where King Adwin was. Now that neither the rear was attacked nor the front army was eaten, it was obviously not a normal situation. Malik still gave due respect to the military ability of his old enemy. The warriors of Devangel may not be the strongest among all the Brio people, but they are definitely good enough.

Then they naturally won't make such a mistake.

so......

"Let the slaves attack! And tell the soldiers that there's no one behind these slaves, just a bunch of fools who were bold enough to challenge Xerxes' army!"

"I don't want any slaves in this war, and I don't want any of them left behind. Cutting off their heads and hanging them on those ugly trees will be our greatest wealth and honor!"

Malik gave the order calmly on the surface, but he was actually very upset. Next, he could only hope to gain a reputation in the subsequent wars so that this stain would be ignored by others.

At this moment, he suddenly felt some hope:

If the Brio people really saw through this ambush and attacked the king's central army, then it would be a stroke of genius for me to lead the troops back to rescue them!

At this moment, perhaps there were only two people in Xerxes' entire legion who hoped that the "enemy" would be as powerful as possible.

One is Malik.

The other one is naturally the traitor Tatus.

If the Master Wizard defeats Adwin's army and keeps his promise, his family will be fine even if his identity is exposed.

By then, the entire Fadil family would probably be the last people who wanted anything to happen to Tatus's family.

Chapter 31: Tartus exchanges Malik for his own good, Gandalf displays his white robe before the battle

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Malik pushed away the heavy corpse that was pressing on him. The chest of this slave soldier, who had been tamed and brainwashed since childhood and had become almost a loyal machine, had been stepped on and was dented. However, at the last moment, he used up his last bit of strength to throw his master to the ground and blocked several stray arrows for him.

The nobleman of the Hestor family was crawling on the ground in panic, dizzy like a headless fly. The various weird cries of the mountain people, some weird, some shrill, some angry, some cheering, echoed in the corridor of the canyon, making him dizzy. Sometimes he was furious and wanted to draw his sword and fight the slaves to the death. Sometimes he complained about why he didn't have more legs under his feet, and hoped that a group of reinforcements would come from the road blocked by the mountain people in the distance to break through the enemy's encirclement and complete the counterattack.

He never expected that after he brought reinforcements, the situation would suddenly take a turn for the worse and could not get any worse!

The mountain people had a backup plan. They hid a group of elite warriors. After Xerxes attacked the mountain, they did not hesitate and left immediately. Malik, who was eager to defeat the enemy and wash away the shame, was so excited that he ordered his men to pursue them. Turning around, he saw that the group was obviously wearing the weapons of the Bleos, but from their messy fighting methods it could be seen that they were definitely elite barbarians. They had quietly circled behind him and launched a charge towards the front army.

Although there were not many people, only about two hundred, but two hundred armored warriors were definitely the key factor that could determine victory in a battle of this scale. As expected, Malik's buttocks were pierced, and he could only abandon the tent cart in embarrassment and try to break out under the protection of the slaves. As a result, he was blocked by hundreds of mountain people who had turned back, and was trapped in the middle and slaughtered.

"Now we can only, can only hope that the slaves will come back as soon as possible!" Although the troops quickly collapsed, it was because Malik had dispersed the main force of the troops. He was still thinking that if the pursuing troops realized their mistake and turned back, he would still have a chance to hold out until the reinforcements from the rear caught up.

"grown ups!"

An anxious voice suddenly came from Malik. There were only a few people left around him at this time. It would be too conspicuous if the slave soldiers followed him. Seeing that the battle line had collapsed, Malik simply asked some of his servants to fight desperately to attract attention, and some to disguise themselves as ordinary soldiers and stay away from him directly, so as not to be discovered as the commander.

Malik pointed his weapon in the direction of the sound and saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar face.

"Tatus? The escaped prisoner?"

"It's me, sir!"

There were only two people following the centurion, one was the soldier who escaped with him, and the other was probably his subordinate who came later.

The Xerxes' camp was broken into by the fearless mountain warriors. Now the front line was in complete chaos. The soldiers were resisting instinctively. The conspicuous target, the tent carriage, was included in the attack range of the mountain people in the first wave. Malik prioritized saving his own life and retreated with the slave soldiers, thus losing his command.

Seeing Tatus, a guy who was also in his favor, approaching, Malik had an idea. Before he could speak, the centurion took the initiative to say:

"Sir, please exchange identities with me!"

"I'll take over your command! Hold the line. As long as we wait for the pursuers to turn back, we still have a chance! The enemy will focus their attention on me first!"

The centurion patted his chest and offered his unparalleled loyalty to the commander-in-chief, and Malik felt a little touched.

"If this guy hadn't offended Fadil... damn it! If I could get back alive, I'd help him get to Bam!"

He thought to himself, a look of genuine admiration appearing on his face.

"I won't let you down, Tatus. Even if you die, I will do my best to protect your family!"

"Pa!" The centurion saluted with his chest.

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On the other side, the vassal troops who were highly expected were determined to pursue the enemy in order to capture slaves and gain military merits. So they chased farther and farther, and soon they came down to a plain and ran into a team of thousands of people. At a glance, they were all elite Devegael soldiers wearing armor and holding swords. The mountain people's team could only be placed on both wings - a group of mountain light infantry who had been lying in ambush for a long time also appeared from the place where they had been chasing over mountains and ridges, blocking their nearest way.

On the plains, the mountain people encountered an equal number of Brio people, who also had an equipment advantage.

It means death.

The enemy's military strength is several times that of ours.

While they were debating whether to fight or flee, or to negotiate in exchange for the treatment of prisoners, Gandalf, who had changed his appearance to a gray coat with a white robe inside at the suggestion of Al, made a brilliant appearance - this was his current name, given by Al, and the old mountain chief was so moved that he pulled over a strong woman who was watching the show and said that he dared to offer another woman to the gods. She was his granddaughter, who was beautiful and famous, and was known as the flower of the mountain.

From Al's perspective, the tribe's most beautiful woman is indeed a good-looking woman with a healthy wheat-colored skin. He doesn't know if it's because of limited supplies that she's less known, or if she's deliberately wearing less when she walks in front of him. She walks with a breeze, has tight thighs, sexy muscles, a vest line, and abdominal muscles. She's the kind of beauty who looks like a sporty or fitness coach.

She has a collar made of animal teeth around her neck, and her beautiful face, which is truly "wild and innocent", has two white oil paint patterns painted on each side, making her look somewhat similar to Leopard Woman.

Al remembered her because the scent he sensed in the water that day belonged to this woman.

You said he knew someone was cheating?

Nonsense, if he can't sense it when he is so close, he will be easily killed if he encounters an assassination in the future.

But I don't say it after seeing it~

Otherwise, it would be the Air Force...

Then El exchanged a given name for the flower of the tribe, a wild beauty. Everything went smoothly. That night, they went to the lake to have a threesome, and had a good time with this female mountain leopard. The latter was so deep in pleasure that she didn't care about the cognitive constraints of gods and wizards. She scolded and grabbed whoever she wanted, leaving several marks on El's chest, arms and back. It was even wilder than the time when Ansuna was penetrated from behind by him, which gave El a very pleasant experience.

......

Gandalf shocked the opponent with his aura as soon as he appeared on the scene. In order to keep a low profile, Al didn't like to show up too often. He used [Dragon's Might·Command Beast] to summon a large brown bear wandering nearby, and then gave it to Gandalf as a mount. The latter was very grateful. In fact, Al thought he had a good image, and adding some buffs to him would make people think at first glance that "the old man riding the bear must be the key figure of the opponent", and then he would spur on his horse to kill him.

Just stay on the sidelines for a while.

Gandalf, who was unaware that he was being used as a substitute target by the god Anu, tapped the brown bear under him lightly with his crutch. Intimidated by the might of Elrond, and facing so many fully armed and dangerous humans around him, the big brown bear still ran out with all four paws, carrying Gandalf to the center of the battlefield.

He raised his cane and shouted to the pursuers who were in a dilemma and at a loss:

"My compatriots, my people!"

"Do you know what you are doing?"

The brown bear was running in the wilderness, and a breeze happened to blow by, making Gandalf's robe rustle, and he actually had some of the posture and charm of the melee magic god, the demigod Maia.

"The swords you hold in your hands are poisons bestowed by the Fire Demon! And what you are using these evil weapons to fight against is the righteous army of the god Anu!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud explosion and Jing Lei fell into the pursuers.