645: C645 Rescue Arrival

C645 Rescue Arrival

The previously noisy battlefield suddenly turned as quiet as a graveyard.

Even the fat commander's gulp sounded ear-piercing to others.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, that huge rock was quickly covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and then with a rumble, it collapsed into a pile of rubble.

"AHH!" Heaven doesn't kill us! "Brothers, charge out with me!

The fat commander was so excited that his eyes turned red, and his voice became hoarse.

At this moment, he needed to remind them of this fact. All the soldiers let out 2,000% of their passion, and even the tall and sturdy beastmen were unable to resist the explosive impact of this group of soldiers.

The Orc Warrior's encirclement was pushed back a few steps in an instant.

"Retreat!"

As the fat commander shouted, the soldiers immediately turned around and began to run for their lives.

A group of people broke through the rubble and entered Fallen Star City.

The leader was riding a big horse, and in his hand was a shiny sword.

The fat commander raised his head to look directly at the sharp eyes of the Third Prince.

"Your Highness …" "I …"

The fat commander opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the third prince's impatient wave of his hand.

Looking at the 500 thousand strong army entering the city, with less than 100 thousand people still struggling to survive, how could the third prince not guess what was happening?

"Don't talk so much. Go and rest. Treat the wounds on your body properly and leave the rest to me."

The Third Prince glanced at him indifferently, and with a pinch of his horse, led the charge into the city.

Tears welled up in the fat commander's eyes. He looked at the Third Prince's back and pursed his lips.

"Kill these beastmen barbarians!"

The third prince angrily shouted as he brandished the sharp sword in his hand.

Behind him, a troop of well-trained cavalrymen followed in his footsteps, fiercely charging into the enemy group.

Just by breaking open one of the city gates, over 200,000 soldiers had died, and the fat commander had lost another 400,000 people.

The third prince had lost almost half of his troops without even seeing the real face of the enemy.

This was a situation he had never encountered before, so he was naturally furious.

A war was about morale.

Although these beastmen warriors had been extremely brave and heroic when chasing down the chubby commander and his men, when they faced the third prince's troops that had risen to prominence in battle, they were unable to hold on for much longer.

After the two troops made contact for a while, the Orc Warriors couldn't hold on any longer. They left more than a thousand bodies behind and retreated back to the city.

"Bah!"

The Third Prince flung away the blood on his treasured sword and couldn't help but spit.

He knew clearly in his heart that for the fat commander's 500 thousand strong army to fall into such a miserable state, the water in this city must be very deep.1

If he continued forward like this, he might end up like the fat commander. After considering everything, the third prince ordered his subordinates to stop and not pursue them.

"Your Highness …"

The fat commander had already received simple bandages and treatment from the medical men. At this moment, he limped over to the side of the third prince, his face full of shame.

"Tell me, what happened?"

Third Prince looked at him and said softly.

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