MTL - The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth-Chapter 285 The general's robe is bloodied by soldiers (5)

Chapter 285 The general’s shirt is blood-stained by soldiers (5)

The Lord of the Rings: Lords of Middle-earth Volume 285 The General's Robe Stained with Blood by the Soldiers "Charge! Don't stop until you're down! La Grande awaits us!" Luke Leopold Wielding a long sword.

"Brother...I'm leaving!" Merck Leopold silently put on his helmet, raised his spear, turned and left.

"See you in front of the Dragon God!" Luke Leopold hammered his chest and saluted.

"See you in front of the Dragon God!" Merck Leopold also smiled and saluted.

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"The half-orcs are retreating! General Luke! How about we notify the Knights to let them attack!" A legion commander staggered to Luke's side covered in blood and said in a hoarse voice.

"No! Continue to attack! The impact of the Knights shouldn't be wasted here!" Luke sighed.

"I see!" the legion commander sighed.

The rapid infantry in blue-green armor and the half-orcs in black armor mixed together on the entire front. The blood flowed on the ground, making the entire battlefield moist... Slowly, as the blood gathered together, winding The **** stream appeared, and soon several **** streams gathered together and flowed into a river of blood! The ground became muddy under the soak of blood, and the blood roamed wantonly on the land outside LaGrand...

"Forward! Comrades of the Sixth Legion! Attack!" Merk Leopold raised his carbine gun and stood with his soldiers...

"kill!"

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"Report! The entire army of the 79th Legion was wiped out! The regiment commander died in battle!"

"Report! The Thirty-first Army is wiped out! The head of the army died in battle!"

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"General Luke..." Several legion commanders looked at him.

"How many legions do I have?" Luke Leopold looked at the supervisor team under his command.

"Currently, forty-seven legions have been destroyed, and there are still nineteen legions fighting the orcs. You still have one hundred and four legions in the reserve!" the officer said honestly.

"Ah! That's it... order the remaining legions to wait for the opportunity to fight! Where there is a shortage, make up for it!" Luke Leopold said to the orderers.

"Luke! Why are you going?" Seeing Luke get up and leave the simple headquarters, several legion commanders chased after him.

"Why? Of course, to show some color to the half-orc cub!" Luke Leopold put on his helmet smartly, his eyes full of freedom and ease.

"By the way! Deliver my final order! This battle is about the survival of the empire! I hope everyone will fight for the first place! If my flag falls, the commander with the highest rank will raise the flag! Everyone! Give it a go! "

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"Merck!" Luke rushed to the battlefield and saw the figure lying on the mountain of corpses. The blue cloak was already stained red with blood! Only the legion flag of the Rapid Flow Legion behind him rolled up and fluttered in the wind with its broken body.

"Brother! Are you okay? Oh! Dragon God my brother!" Luke Leopold hugged his brother tightly trying to warm his body.

"Brother... Forget it, it's useless!" Merck gently lifted up the linen robe over his outer cover. The huge tear wound on the right abdomen could already see the spine, and the broken internal organs were slowly wriggling.

"No, no, no! Drink this quickly! Personal guard! Personal guard! Take him out!" Luke Leopold frantically took out a small crystal bottle, which contained a precious advanced recovery potion.

"Don't waste it! There is no priest above the third level who can't save...don't lie to yourself." Merck grabbed Luke's hand tightly.

"No! I will definitely save you!" Luke rummaged anxiously, trying to save his brother's life.

"Oh! Dragon God! Why did my blue cloak turn black and red? Damn orcs..." Merk Leopold pulled up his cloak and smiled at Luke with a hoarse voice.

"Stop talking! Come and eat it!" Luke Leopold raised the medicine in his hand to Merck Leopold's mouth.

"Don't waste the potion, brother! Look at this cloak... it's dyed red with the blood of the soldiers! We are ashamed of them... the general's uniform is stained with the blood of the soldiers... once you finish the battle, you will die!" Merck looked at his hands murmured in the battle robe.

"Professor! Take him away! Find Lord Renault! He's a paladin!" Luke growled.

"Brother, don't worry about it...OK...live well...take me home...I really want...to flow..." Merck let go of his hand weakly, and a tear slowly flowed from the corner of his eyes.

"No~ God!" Luke wailed in pain, he buried his face in his brother's chest, and howled wantonly, tears and blood stained his face indiscriminately...

After a long time, Luke slowly got up and beat his chest to his sacrificed brother.

"Don't worry... we'll all go home!" Luke gritted his teeth.

"Northern Rapids First Legion! Attack!" Luke drew out his long sword and pointed forward.

"Kill! Charge!"

"Boom boom boom!" As the infantry in the first row put down their carbine guns and started jogging, the uniform footsteps made the half-orcs who were still grinding meat with other rapid flow infantry look sideways.

"Boom boom boom!" After the first row of soldiers ran nearly 10 meters, the second row of soldiers also put down their carbine guns and started jogging and accelerating.

"Dodge the impact! Those lunatics are rushing over!"

"Help!"

"Archers! Stop them!"

The half-orcs who were still fighting panicked one after another. It was obvious that these fearless rushing infantry had cast a psychological shadow on the half-orcs with their terrifying charge.

"Pfft!" The long carbine-repelling gun passed over the short-bodied rapid-flow infantry and pierced through the half-orcs in front of them one after another, and even a poor half-orc was stabbed by at least five carbine-repelling guns...

"Retreat! Keep a distance from them!" Seeing these "butchers" continue to push the carbine guns with corpses hanging on them and stab the half-orcs behind, all the half-orcs jumped up in fright.

"Cut off the guns!" Under the leadership of some of the commanders, these half-orcs mobilized their fighting spirit and cut off the carbine guns with ease. Before these half-orcs could breathe a sigh of relief, they saw these crazy soldiers throwing away their hands quickly. With the broken carbine gun, he raised his shield, picked up the mace from his waist, and pressed it on.

"Kill them! Kill them quickly!" The half-orcs fell into fear as they watched the swift-flow infantry who were not afraid of sacrifice.

"Pfft!" The powerful machete slashed down, UU reading www.uukanshu.com A rapid flow infantry was instantly slashed to death by a man with armor on his shoulders, and his body was split into two halves and fell to the ground. No human form could be found.

Before the half-orc raised the knife again, a shiny mace slammed into the back of its head with all its force, and the sudden burst of pressure even squeezed its eyes out of their eye sockets!

"Roar!" The half-orc swept his knife with the last muscle memory, and immediately there were three screams! Two swift infantrymen and a half-orc warrior were cut in half by him at the same time! In the end, the half-orc who lost his life fell to the ground softly, and soon blended into the ground under the trample of countless people.

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"There are no wounded in this battle! Only the death rate!" Emperor Karl commented.

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"Fight! Don't be afraid! Keep attacking!" The half-day full-line attack and the death of his brother have exhausted Luke physically and mentally. To let other soldiers recognize him as a senior officer, a large number of scattered soldiers gathered around the nearest legion commander to continue fighting, and Luke was no exception. and the half-orc in front of him desperately.

"It's so messy!" Luke turned his head inadvertently, glanced at the soldiers behind him, and couldn't help complaining.

Let's see! In addition to the logo of the Flying Dragon Legion of the First Northern Army Corps led by Luke, these soldiers also had the logo of the Stepping Hunter Legion of the 52nd Legion, the Thirty Legion, the Sixty-sixth Legion...

"Dragon God! I'm really the leader of the United Legion now!" Luke shook the blood stains on his head and couldn't help complaining. Previous Chapter Contents Bookmarks Next Chapter