Chapter 9 of "No Fear in My Heart": Even a Desperate Rabbit Will Bite
Of course, even more importantly, even if Instructor Iron Man's Lionheart Legion had become disorganized during the urgent march, it was not something that could be easily breached.
Though the flanks were脆弱的, they were impossible to break through in a short time. And if the battle dragged on, the central army and the other flank would encircle Fatty's spearhead formation. By then, Fatty's ten thousand remaining troops would be like being trapped in a swamp, unable to escape and unable to achieve any further glorious victories.
Therefore, in the eyes of both Instructor Hidden Blade and Qingyin, Fatty had made a mistake, a mistake only a fool would make.
Qingyin's blue eyes dimmed once again.
Meanwhile, Fatty, immersed in the strategic chess game, was self-satisfied.
"Holy Sword Fortress? I spit on it. I don't care about your Holy Sword Fortress; it's not even visible on this chessboard. As long as I emerge unscathed, that's all that matters." Fatty waved his small flag while muttering to himself.
Fatty's plan was simple: escape, escape unscathed. The Holy Sword Fortress did exist, but he would never cross those mountains. This was a chess game, not a real battle, where he didn't have to worry about feeding and watering tens of thousands of troops. So long as he broke out of this encirclement, the sky would be the limit for him.
Fatty would lead his ten thousand remaining troops in a race across the plains with Instructor Iron Man's army. There were no cavalry left on that side, so no matter what, they would never catch up to him.
So once he broke out of this encirclement, it would be a contest between him and Iron Man to see who could last longer, and whoever did would emerge victorious.
Of course, for Fatty, emerging unscathed was victory in itself.
As for the nearly ten thousand infantry and archers about to collide with him head-on, Fatty didn't take them seriously at all. He had broken through the enemy's central formation with three times their number, so breaking through here with only nearly ten thousand troops would be a piece of cake.
Raising his command flag, Fatty's usually amiable face tightened slightly. Escape, just escape, and victory would be his.
Fatty had a habit of personally commanding the flags. For other generals, orders were given to the chess players through messengers, and the entire army was manipulated through various flag signals. But for Fatty, he was the flag bearer himself.
It wouldn't take long for the orders to be relayed from the messenger to the flag bearer, just a few dozen seconds or even less. But Fatty refused to do it that way. In his mind, opportunities on the battlefield were fleeting; not even a few dozen seconds, not even a single second could be wasted.
Moreover, for a general, a battle was never ended by a single order; it required numerous, even dozens of orders. The accumulated time would be terrifying. So Fatty preferred to take on the burden himself.
As a result, in every battle, Fatty was often able to react several times, even tens of times faster than others. This was how he had been able to keep pace with Marshal Huo Qing, a military genius in his sixties.
"Whoosh..." With the change of the command flag, the reversed spearhead formation, like its name, shot like an arrow into Instructor Hall's left flank.
At the forefront of the spearhead formation were five hundred guards, while at the forefront of Instructor Hall's left flank were tightly packed infantry. The result of their collision was predictable.
The spearhead of the formation pierced deeply into Instructor Hall's left flank, and a colorful glow rose from the guards' bodies, enveloping their weapons and armor, turning them into impregnable fortresses. Whether it was the infantry's spears or the archers' arrows, they bounced off the armor like they were hitting steel, only producing a clanging sound.
Seeing this, Fatty's eyes lit up, and a greenish glow emanated from his small, round eyes, like a wolf that had gone hungry for too long and had just spotted a flock of lambs.
"These are the 'elite' of this world?" Scanning the five hundred guards and then looking at the Guardians beside him, Fatty tightly clenched his free fist.
The arrows were as dense as a cloud blocking out the sun, and whether it was Instructor Hall's side or Fatty's, the "whizzing" sounds converged into a deluge that suffocated the entire battlefield.
For the moment, Fatty had the upper hand. The five hundred guards plunging into the enemy formation were like five hundred wolves invading a flock of sheep, brutally slaughtering them. Coupled with the suppression from Fatty's archers and crossbowmen, the ten thousand remaining troops quickly breached the enemy's lines.
But breaching the lines didn't mean immediate victory. When Instructor Hall's order to hold the line reached the left flank, those ten thousand troops went berserk, launching a fierce attack on Fatty's spearhead formation.
The shouts rose like waves in the battlefield, one after another, and the clang of weapons converged into a steel deluge that rumbled through the heavens and earth.
At this moment, all the fat man could see in the center of the middle army was a sea of people.
As time ticked by, the fat man's remaining 10,000 troops had already breached more than half of Instructor Hall's left flank formation. If they could maintain their original momentum, the fat man would soon succeed in escaping, or as he would say, "breaking through."
However, the scales of victory could not forever tilt towards the fat man. As time passed, he gradually found himself in a disadvantageous situation.
五百名守卫身上散发出的光芒正在渐渐减弱,已经无法维持原有的攻击力和防御力.
胖子仔细观察,在距离他百米开外的地方,一名守卫挥舞着巨剑,同时被五支长矛刺中,绿色的光泽挡住了四支长矛的刺入,但其中一支长矛却突破了光泽,刺穿了守卫的铠甲.
被击中的守卫猛地挥动巨剑,斩断了长矛,但是棕色的矛头却仍留在他的身体里.
危险,对于胖子来说,这无疑是一个危险的信号.
霍尔教官的军队正围着胖子,虽然因为骑兵的冲锋显得有些混乱,但经过一段时间的调整,队伍也恢复了不少,虽然在行军的压力下,阵型还是显得有些凌乱,但实际上胖子已经逐渐被逼入了绝境.
如果五万大军真的包围了胖子,胖子就如同被困在沼泽中,面对数倍于自己的敌人,更别提还有中路的护卫和保护,不知道胖子能坚持多久.
所以,胖子现在只有一个机会,那就是在霍尔教官成功合围之前,突破左翼这一万大军.
双方激战正酣,霍尔教官的一万军队虽然伤亡惨重,却也死死地死守着胖子的先锋阵型.
枪尖不再锋利,鳞片倾斜,渐渐向霍尔教官那边倾斜,胖子再不采取措施,就只有一个结局:死.
胖子此时很平静,平静得仿佛和之前判若两人,那是一种难以言喻的平静,原本天真可爱的面无表情,此刻却看不出一丝情绪,厚厚的嘴唇上突然多了一抹锋芒,如同匕首的尖角.
他的冷漠如同寒冬,小眼里突然闪烁着暗藏的杀意,就连最熟练的杀手,也会避而远之.
这是很奇怪的表情,如果前世的人看到胖子这个表情,就会明白一件事:胖子要发脾气了.
胖子并不是轻易就会发脾气的,但若是有人把他逼入绝境,威胁到他的生命,首当其冲受害的便是那个人.
前世他和霍青交手三次,胖子都输了,而且输得很惨,不过霍青也没好下场,胖子每次出血,霍青就会掉一颗牙.
就连拼命的兔子都会咬人,更何况是胖子呢.