At this time, an officer dressed in well-dressed chain mail and a serious and stern face rode over,
He is Bloodbeard's right-hand man, Lucas.
He frowned, his tone worried: "Commander, there is something wrong with the direction of the outpost tower, according to common sense, they should send scouts or messengers to contact us to confirm the situation, but so far, there has been no movement over there." "
Bloodbeard waved his hand impatiently: "Contact? Contact a fart! The Reese are as arrogant as peacocks, let them shrink and tremble in the tower, the contract we signed with the Reese is clearly written, it is to defend the mining area!" But I didn't write to help them look at the ghost place in the outpost tower! The people of Telosi love to hit the tower, so they go there, it's none of our business. "
Lucas' throat rolled, wanting to say about the rumors that had been circulating in the disputed land recently.
Telosi was stolen by a mysterious wizard from the East, who wielded blasphemous undead spells, resurrected an army of the undead, and even harnessed a terrifying dragon.
But he looked at Bloodbeard's indifferent, only concerned about commissions and pleasures, and finally swallowed the words back.
The mercenaries licked the blood, preferring to believe in the swords in their hands and the visible golden dragons, and the legends of those gods and ghosts were just excuses made by the losers for themselves.
However, if that oriental man can take Telosi, his strength must not be small.
Although the leader of the Bloodbeard is rude, he has always been shrewd in preserving his strength.
The soldiers of the Cat Regiment continued to wave the languid black cat's flag and swaggered along the river valley towards the gate of the Ash Mountain Mining Area.
The soldiers, mostly fierce, joked with each other about the commission that was about to arrive and the women of Reese, unaware of the trap they were about to step into. When the huge team of cats finally arrived at the humble gates of the mines, the sight seemed to be no different.
Dirty and muddy basins, numb laborers, smoky blast furnaces, the familiar smell of rust and sweat in the air.
At the central camp of the mining area, there was a man dressed as an officer of Reese, with a smile on his face.
The bloodbeard rode on his horse, condescendingly scanning the place he hated in his heart, curled his lips in disgust, and his mood, which was slightly better because of the high commission, instantly fell to the bottom.
"Heng!"
He snorted coldly, turned over and dismounted rudely, casually threw the heavy double-edged tomahawk to a strong attendant next to him, and strode towards "Officer Reese" while pulling his throat:
"Hey, Reese! Hurry up and arrange a camp for Lao Tzu's brothers, dry ones, and wine! Meat! Prepare it all for me! Damn it, letting me stay in a place like this is simply torture—"
The smile on the "Reese officer" deepened on his face, with a hint of eerie calm: "Yes, my lord, the camp is ready, but the wine and barbecue are ——. I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you, because... Dead people can't eat these things ———..."
Bloodbeard's footsteps slammed, and a strong foreboding premonition instantly stopped him.
He reacted extremely quickly, his right hand touched the dagger at his waist like lightning, and at the same time his body retreated sharply.
But it was all too late.
A dim sword light suddenly burst out, easily tearing through his fine plate armor and penetrating his chest.
"Poof!"
The muffled sound of the blade piercing the flesh was clearly audible.
The fury and ferocity on Bloodbeard's face instantly froze, replaced by boundless horror and disbelief.
His huge body trembled violently, and he looked down at the sword on his chest.
The pain and coldness quickly engulfed him, and he opened his mouth, wanting to roar or question, but only a large stream of hot blood gushed out.
He stared at the "officer" in front of him, only to see the other party's face rippling like water waves, and finally froze into a young and handsome but murderous oriental face.
"You—"
The last light in Bloodbeard's eyes quickly dimmed, and his huge body fell to the ground, splashing a piece of mud.
This upheaval between lightning and flint is like a spark thrown into boiling oil.
The mercenaries at the forefront of the entire Cat Regiment witnessed the assassination of their leader, and the relaxation and exhaustion on their faces were instantly replaced by extreme horror and rage.
"Commander!!"
"Kill them!!"
The roar of anger had just exploded, and even more terrifying killings had arrived.
At the same moment when Bloodbeard fell to the ground, those "slaves" who were numbly working nearby, pushing minecarts, and carrying baskets,
A fierce light suddenly erupted in his eyes.
They slammed over the basket, or pulled out their glittering swords and short axes from under the hidden straw and ore piles, and pounced on the mercenaries of the Cat Group closest to them.
The shadow of the sword light and axe instantly lit up in the mercenary team, and screams came and went.
"Behind! River valley! There was an ambush!! "
The mercenaries in the rear team issued an even more poignant warning.
I saw dense figures emerging on both sides of the narrow river valley.
Twelve hundred silent dragon spirit guards, armed with sharp Valyrian steel weapons, rushed down from a height and stabbed into the most vulnerable rear and flanks of the Cat Regiment marching column.
Their movements were uniform and silent, only the terrible sound of weapons tearing through the air and flesh.
The Cat Regiment is worthy of being an experienced mercenary, and after the initial chaos and the huge blow brought about by the killing of the leader, some backbone captains immediately tried to organize a counterattack.
"Don't mess around! Formation! Back to back! Kill out! "
Lucas roared hoarsely, swinging his long sword and slashing down a "slave" who pounced on him.
But attacks from all sides are continuous.
In front of them was a steel spear formation composed of the Telossi regular army disguised as slaves, pressing step by step, guarded by dragon spirits on both sides and behind, and Valyrian steel weapons easily cut through the inferior swords and armor of the mercenaries, bringing a rain of blood with every swing.
The mining basin has completely turned into a Shura field.
The muddy ground was stained dark red with blood, and the smell of blood overshadowed the rust and smoke as it soared into the sky.
Screams, clashes of weapons, dying moans, and angry roars were mixed together, like hell.
The mercenaries of the Cat Regiment were brave and skilled in battle, but their resistance quickly collapsed in the face of an overwhelming force encirclement, a well-planned ambush, and the almost inhuman killing efficiency of the Dragon Spirit Guard.
The battle lasted from dusk until dusk,
When the last handful of Cat Regiment mercenaries who tried to break through were mercilessly killed by the dragon spirit guards at the mouth of the river valley, the entire Ash Mountain Mining Basin finally fell into deathly silence, with only the crackling of blast furnace flames and the faint groans of the wounded echoing.
The 3,000 soldiers of the Cat Regiment, together with their leader "Bloodbeard", were completely buried by Liu Qian in this dark and cold mine at a very small cost.
Liu Qian stood among the pools of blood, looking at the completely controlled mining area, his eyes cold.
He gave an order to take the heads of the mercenaries of these cat groups to the central high hill and pile them up into a "Jingguan", so that the miscellaneous pieces of other mercenary groups could take a good look at them and end up as enemies with him.