Datang's strongest super god army

Chapter 1629 The Last Battle
Chapter 1629 The Last Battle
Then, there was a shrill scream from outside, and then it stopped abruptly.

The hearts of all the generals in the camp were chilled, and a bit of fear and panic flashed in their eyes.

The coach of West Rome standing in the middle put away the anger on his face, and told the guards on the side:
"Since the Grain Officer is dead, let his deputy prepare to take his place."

The guard saluted deeply, bowed and was about to leave the tent to deliver an order, but the coach of Western Rome suddenly stopped him, "Let him reduce the rations of tens of thousands of people at noon!"

The guard was shocked in his heart, and then fell into deep fear, but he didn't show it on the surface, let alone asked why, but ran out to give orders.

After the guards left, the coach of West Rome turned around and took a look around everyone.

These generals did not dare to look at him, they all lowered their heads and remained silent.

The coach of West Rome walked up to the main seat in front, sat down, looked at them, looked at the appearance of everyone in front of him, sneered, and said:

"It's still some time before noon, don't be idle, hurry up and lead people to attack!"

They didn't dare to resist the commander's order, so they could only follow the original order, and several generals led the army to attack the valley ahead.

However, before they went out, the coach of West Rome went on to say:
"The previous few attacks were still too relaxed, let's solve it together this time."

The coach of West Rome smiled and said something that made all the generals present tremble.

After coughing, the coach of West Rome looked at their appearance with cold eyes, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

Since I am a person who is going to die, I can't take advantage of you, I can always pull some people down, and I won't be alone on the road to Huangquan in the future.

It is no longer possible for him to take back all the tens of thousands of people in this military camp. To be more precise, he does not even have any hope of returning to West Rome safely.

Food and grass were cut off, the front road was blocked, and the back road was too far away. The enemy's reinforcements could arrive at any time. For the Western Roman army, the situation at this time was the worst for them.

He can also plan to do his best to bring back as many people as he can, but there are still too many people now and need to be consumed.

It is not impossible to wipe out the thousands of people in front of them in time.

However, when he thought about the tens of thousands of black dragon troops under Chen Qiao's reinforcements, and the tens of thousands of black devils in front, it was simply not something they could resist.

In the west, they are simply satanic devils and should not appear in the world.

He casually ordered a few generals who didn't like his eyes to go out together, and the coach of West Rome sat in the main seat without making a sound, closing his bloodshot eyes.

No matter how evil the generals below are, it doesn't matter to him.

A moment later, the cries of ferocious beasts from the Western Roman army resounded outside, waking up the Western Roman coach who was sitting on the throne.

Those generals all knew their mission, and they had to consume tens of thousands of lives to return. This is the dominance of the coach of Western Rome.

Since there is not enough food, let's reduce consumption. By the way, use their waste heat and bring yourself a slim chance. Why not do it?

He made a look, and the wax figure-like guards quickly placed the map on the table in front of him.

The coach of West Rome looked at the military strategic position marked on it, and asked the lieutenant on a plate:

"Have you received a letter from the scouts ahead? Where is Chen Qiao's troops?"

The lieutenant stepped forward, glanced at the map, pointed to a place hundreds of miles away from his own camp and said:

"The latest news is sent here, but this is the last news from the scouts over there."

"So my subordinates estimate that the opponent's forward army is less than a hundred miles away from here."

There was a little anxiety in his voice, cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and then flowed down quickly. Once the enemy reinforcements arrived, it would be very dangerous for them to stay here.

Once blocked, it would be a tragedy of catching a turtle in a urn. Before facing the Black Dragon Army, they would not have the extravagant hope of defeating the enemy's reinforcements.

The coach of West Rome listened to his report, looked at the map, and said nothing.

……

On the battlefield ahead, nearly [-] troops rushed out of the Western Roman barracks, and at least one-third of them would be abandoned here.

It is impossible for hundreds of thousands of troops to go together in a charge battle. First, there are not enough places, and second, it is a waste of manpower. More exercise means more consumption. Besides, the valley is such a big hole, no matter how many of them go, it will not help. It's better to take turns.

The wheel battle can block thousands of black dragon troops, it is only a matter of time, they are running out of time, this is the key.

The thousands of black dragon troops on the opposite side stood still, and the only thing moving was the silver flag with black background and silver characters swaying in the wind, showing their unyielding spirit.

Even though they were extremely exhausted, they still persisted and did not fall down.

The general of the Black Dragon Army took a deep breath, pulled down his visor, and pointed his spear straight ahead. A dense crowd of people in the distance rushed over, and the ground trembled endlessly.

In front of the narrow valley, the opening is not big, so the opponent's cavalry can't play a role at all.

The third attack by the Western Roman army was tens of thousands of cavalry charging against them. However, when the spears and arrows rained down, the cavalry on the opposite side were also frightened.

The speed of the horses, coupled with the speed of the arrows, the power of the collision between them is absolutely inestimable. Anyway, they have seen the scene where cavalry and horses are strung together into gourd strings.

……

An hour passed, and the head coach of Western Rome got up from the main seat. Under the apprehensive eyes of the generals, he walked out of the main tent and looked outside the entrance of the camp.

A group of ragged clothes and many wounded soldiers came step by step from a distance with numb expressions and lifeless expressions.

They are the troops that survived the primary and secondary attacks, no more, no less, exactly less than [-].

In other words, nearly [-] people died there this time, which is a terrifying number.

Of course, the black dragon army is not feeling well at this time, at least their battle loss ratio has reached nearly half, which is an unprecedented heavy loss for the black dragon army.

The coach of West Rome waved indifferently to let the lieutenant go down to make preparations. The reinforcements optimistically estimated that they would arrive here in less than five hours.

They have to win the front within four hours to have a chance of survival.

Therefore, the coach of West Rome is very generous in "rewarding" this time. After all, the tens of thousands of soldiers who sacrificed for this meal are also paid for. This is also their last battle.

(End of this chapter)