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Chapter 1627 The Gloomy Western Roman Camp
Chapter 1627 The Gloomy Western Roman Camp
Time passed by every minute and every second, and the battlefield was still lively tens of miles ahead of Dongnv Country.

People are dying here every minute and every second. From last night to this morning, tens of thousands of people have stayed here forever in the nearly ten hours of fierce battle. This battlefield is completely worthy of the title of Western Region Meat Grinder .

The soldiers of the Western Roman army were already terrified. They used to look timid, but now, all of them are as if they are possessed by Shura, and they regard death as home.

What is the strategic purpose, what is the attack on Dongnv Country, it is not important to them anymore, their only idea is to break through the long black armored wall in front of them, and kill the indifferent black armored soldiers in front of them. Keep.

Only when Mingjin retreated, their eyes could radiate the brilliance of people's hearts, and the bloodshot eyes would gradually fade away, and they could remember their identity, not a beast, but a person.

However, after an hour or two, the beast-like bloodthirsty eyes will still climb into their pupils.

On the contrary, the soldiers of the Black Dragon Army on the opposite side did not change their expressions at all. The only thing left in their eyes was their disregard for the lost life in front of them, and their cold eyes towards the crazy enemy in front of them.

It seemed that the enemies who looked like wheat in front of them were a group of barking wild beasts, dead worthless.

Their black iron shields are uneven, with blood and flesh on them, and some iron shields have small holes that have been smashed. The military industry of the Black Dragon Army is the highest in the world today, and the weapons and iron shields used are all The best stainless steel shield in the world.

But the iron shield was still smashed, and the spears were no longer as sharp as before, and some were even broken. It is conceivable how fierce the Western Roman army's offensive was.

In the yellow desert, it is difficult to see a trace of green. There is a straight and long black snake lying in the yellow sand. The red blood made it stand out even more ferociously.

In front of the black snake, there was a seemingly endless mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. The Western Roman soldiers in messy leather armor were lying on the ground silently at this moment, with various postures, but not many corpses were intact.

In front of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, there is an endless Western Roman military camp. It is unimaginable that the dead and empty atmosphere will spread in a military camp with hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

However, seeing that they didn't even have the intention to drag back the corpse of their comrade-in-arms, it can be seen how desperate they were at this time.

At this time, the coach of West Rome looked at the map in front of him with a gloomy expression, without saying a word.

In front of him, the senior generals of the Western Roman army stood in two rows on the left and right. At this moment, none of them dared to speak.

The most stressful person in this camp is the coach of West Rome. The map in front of him is useless. In front of this narrow mountain pass, they are completely blocked. If they don't capture this place, they will never be able to attack the Eastern Women's Kingdom. middle.

The valley in front of him is an excellent military treasure, as long as he deploys some troops, he can block enemies several times his own, not to mention that the one guarding the pass is a powerful and outrageous black dragon army.

Counting 10 people were blocked from the best entrance to attack Dongnvguo, and they couldn't get an inch in. His messy and curly hair turned gray a lot overnight, which can be regarded as less graying.

"Everyone, if you have any good ideas, you can tell them!"

The coach of West Rome looked around, snorted coldly, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Don't you think it's a shame that just a few thousand people can stop us from counting 10 people?"

The anger could not be concealed in the voice, and the deep fear hidden in it, yes, he was really scared.

There were only a few thousand black dragon troops in front of them, but tens of thousands of them combined did not have the momentum, and they forcibly blocked their overnight attack. On the battlefield in front of the valley, tens of thousands of Western Roman soldiers died.

He glanced left and right again, and found that these generals didn't dare to take a breath, and they still stood silently, which made him even more angry:
"You all talk, what's the matter, are you all dumb?"

"Didn't you all speak very well a few days ago?"

Holding a whip in his hand, he pointed at the lieutenant general and said:
"Didn't you say yesterday that our army in the west of Rome will be able to reach the east of the country by yesterday evening at the latest?"

"It was you who said the day before yesterday that the Black Dragon Army is trash, right?"

He pointed angrily at the other general and said angrily, the latter waved his hands in a panic, his eyes flickered, he shrank his neck and dared not speak.

"Hmph, they're all rubbish, so what are we?"

He stood up, with a hideous face, and cursed angrily, "Aren't we even worse than garbage?"

After cursing angrily, the generals still didn't say a word, they had already discussed it in private, and they didn't name anyone, so they didn't say a word.

Even if it is a small suggestion, after all, they are not stupid. If a suggestion is made at this juncture, the coach will definitely adopt it. This also means that all losses and mistakes before and after will be borne by the person who made the suggestion.

Regardless of whether or not the Eastern Women's Kingdom was captured in the end, that unlucky guy is still a dead end. It's everyone's credit for winning, and it's his own fault for losing. Whoever thinks of this limelight is really stupid.

Regardless of how to explain to the Western Roman nobles after returning, even the family members of the tens of thousands of soldiers who died in front of them can tear him apart.

The coach of West Rome has a headache. He is afraid that he will go to the gallows.

Rubbing his swollen temples and shaking his messy hair, he closed his eyes and looked at the door of the tent. The tent fell into dead silence in an instant. Only the wails of injuries and illnesses floating in from outside could cover up the suffocating silence. But it's even more creepy.

After a while, the coach of West Rome opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his mouth curled up, and madness and joking flashed in his eyes, he twisted his mouth Dragon King... Cough cough, he coach of West Rome might be about to die here in this war .

But, he is not reconciled, he doesn't want to walk alone on Hehuangquan Road, he wants to drag some people into the water.

Thinking of this, he turned his head to look at the generals on both sides who looked like camels with their heads buried in the sand, and said slowly:

"Since the front is still unable to attack for a long time, then..."

Just when he just said something, and the generals on the side were about to breathe a sigh of relief, there was a sudden notification sound from outside, which made everyone present stagnate, and there was always a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)