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Although Old John had more soldiers, they were attacked from both sides and their morale dropped drastically.
And the three Golden Sons professionals took the lead, harvesting the enemy's lives.
In a cold weapon war, without the participation of spellcasters, warriors or combat priests are all powerful generals with one against a hundred.
They take the lead, and every time they kill an enemy, their own morale will increase, while the enemy's morale will decrease. This is the most important role of generals in battle.
About five minutes after Hawke joined the battle, the enemy collapsed due to a collapse in morale.
Seeing a real battlefield for the first time, Little John was completely confused. He did not have the high-spirited attitude before.
His ears were filled with the screams of fighting, the muffled sound of long swords chopping off limbs, or the clang of blunt objects hitting shields and armor.
He watched the soldiers around him fall one by one. He turned pale with fear and did not dare to move, but no one came to trouble him.
He watched as his father led a small army that seemed to want to force a breakout, but was blocked by Hawke.
Hawke is very strong, even stronger than Link.
Link¡¯s Home Slash and Whirlwind Slash can only rotate five times.
But Hawke can spin ten times in a row. His giant sword is longer and bigger. As he spins, he moves, flying sand and rocks, and flesh and blood flying everywhere.
What¡¯s even more outrageous is that even though he only wore soft leather armor, the soldiers¡¯ stabs couldn¡¯t even pierce his muscles.
After finishing the rotation, he slashed normally. The giant sword swept across a wide range. Two or three soldiers would die with one strike. After cutting down ten people, he started moving in circles again.
Little John looked at Hawke like a whirlwind, spinning around There were no soldiers standing next to him.
Finally, he saw his father facing off against Hawke, and watched his father being cut in half by Hawke's charge and slash, including both men and horses.
Little John looked at his father lying in a pool of blood in the distance and shuddered. Then he finally came to his senses and rushed over with all his strength.
During this process, there was still no enemy to stop him.
He ran to his father¡¯s upper body and knelt down in despair.
Thanks to his lv2 professional level, Gunslinger Old John's vitality is relatively tenacious. Even though his lower body flew to the other side, he was not completely dead.
Lying in a pool of blood, he saw Little John running over and raised his right hand tremblingly.
Little John grabbed hold of him and looked at his father whose internal organs were flowing out of his abdominal cavity. He watched his face slowly turn gray and tears flowed down his face.
"Surrenderendure" Old John's eyes slowly closed: "Bloodlineinheritance."
After saying the last word, Old John closed his eyes completely.
Little John held his father's hand. Although he didn't cry, his body was shaking badly.
With all the city lords dead, this war will naturally come to an end.
Jett came to Little John's side, looked at the heartbroken latter, and shook his head slightly.
In the live broadcast room, the players also discussed it.
¡®Little John is a bit pitiful, his biological father died right in front of his eyes. ¡¯
¡®He is not pitiful, maybe he is smiling in his heart. After his father is dead, he is the lord of the city. ¡¯
¡®The people upstairs are so inhumane. ¡¯
¡®You talk about human nature with these feudal landlords? If they had humanity, there wouldn't be so many beggars in the city, and they wouldn't think of violently seeking the docks and driving away Hawke and others. ¡¯
¡®I feel the same way, I just deserve it. You can't just give up everything when others bully you. ¡¯
¡®I don¡¯t understand things like human nature. I just feel that these soldiers are so good. Nearly half of them died in less than half an hour. ¡¯
¡®In war, professionals have too great an advantage. I estimate that if there are five lv5 teams with reasonable configuration, they can confront hundreds of regular troops head-on. ¡¯
¡®Don¡¯t be too arrogant, Huolaiwen is just a novice village, and it is relatively weak among all countries. There are many powerful countries outside, such as France, and the number of professionals in their army is much greater than that of Hollevin. There is a desert kingdom like Urganda, where everyone is a soldier, and the number of professionals in the army may reach 10%. As for the Frost Star Kingdom further away, I heard that there is a mysterious and powerful Frost Wolf clan who has been a professional since birth. They worshiped the Winter Wolf God, and it was said that the Winter Wolf Saint was at the legendary level when she ascended the throne. ¡¯
¡®Whose identity is upstairs? You are quite right. ¡¯
¡® ¡®The speaker's ID is Shu Ke Isn't this the founder of the f6 guild? ¡¯
¡®I¡¯m going to be the only guild leader in the game now. He's a big shot, so disrespectful. ¡¯
¡®It¡¯s easy to talk, the goddess sees me as handsome and wants to eat. ¡¯
'cut! Why do these big guys love stinky beauty so much? Principal Huang also always says that he is handsome. ¡¯
¡®It¡¯s better to be stinky and beautiful than to look at others with your nose. ¡¯
¡®That¡¯s true. ¡¯
Even looking at this rather bloody and sad picture, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room is still unreliable. For most players, no matter how real the world is, their sense of identity and involvement is still not too high.
Little John hugged his father's body and felt that the latter had become cold.
My heart felt cold.
At this time, the sounds of the battlefield suddenly became much quieter, and the shouts of killing were already very small.
Most of the soldiers had thrown away their weapons, squatted down and surrendered with their hands on their heads.
Only a small number of extremely loyal soldiers endured the hardships.
Hawke dragged the giant sword and walked up to Little John, looked down at him and said, "What are your plans next."
Little John raised his head numbly, with a hint of sarcasm on his sad face: "Don't you want to kill me? Why do you ask so many questions?"
Hawke smiled, because with a body as strong as an orc and a face full of flesh, he looked quite ferocious: "Depending on the content of your answer, we will decide your life or death."
Little John carefully placed his father's body on the ground. He slowly stood up and said, "You ask."
Hawke looked around and saw that no one was resisting: "Are you willing to be a puppet?"
Little John looked around. The living soldiers were being herded together by the beggar army. There were human severed limbs or corpses everywhere on the street. Some soldiers who were not dead were sleeping on the ground, moaning in pain. Chaplain Jett is doing his best to save those soldiers who are dying, regardless of whether they are friendly or enemy.
¡°This is certainly part of the noble side of human nature, but the more reason issaving people can gain experience points.
Ninety percent of the soldiers in Delbon are here Little John looked back and looked at Hawke bitterly: "Do I have the right to refuse?"
"have."
"At the cost of death?"
Hawke nodded.
Taking a deep breath, Little John asked: "What are you going to do with the maids in the castle, my mother, and my sister?"
"They can leave if they want, and stay if they want. We will not do anything to restrict them. Of course, the premise is that they don't mess with us and continue to be their own ladies and eldest ladies quietly. "
"Will your soldiers agree?" Little John said with obvious sarcasm on his face: "It is strange that they do not rebel if the city is destroyed without civil war."
Hawke sneered and said contemptuously: "Don't compare the army trained by our Golden Sons with the private soldiers of you noble lords." (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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