These big shots are actually me - #66 - Chapter 66

Because before that, they will be tapped remotely by the opponent one by one without any pressure.

Without much communication, some men in black robes immediately tightened their reins silently and turned around, preparing to use their lives to hold back as much as possible the northern cavalry encircling them from behind.

This is a mission where you are likely to die, but otherwise you will have to die. In this case, you can still gain a first-tier level.

But regarding their formation changes, Mozo shook his head indifferently. The cavalry in the north was not so easy to deal with.

But the two knight girls still drew their swords as a precaution.

The desperate struggle of the people in black robes was really useless, because the people in black robes they sent to intercept the northern cavalry were shot a lot before they could meet, and even the explosive packets they threw were shot by the opponent. It exploded in the air, and after the two sides were short-circuited, it was quickly killed by the skilled sabers of the northern soldiers.

In frontal combat, Anbu was no match for elite troops. What they are better at is lurking, destroying, and spying. Instead of confronting the elite cavalry.

Then some men in black robes gritted their teeth and rushed back. This time they did not throw out the explosives they carried, but leaned down and tried to hide themselves behind the horses. To reduce the probability of being fired in advance.

At the same time, when they got close to the opponent’s cavalry, they ignited the explosives on their bodies, preparing to stop the opponent’s progress by artificially exploding.

But this time, they still failed. First, the rider was quickly chopped off by the saber, and then the extraordinary officer cut off the fuse with a sharp knife, or simply picked up the explosive package with a knife and threw it high into the sky. .

The explosion rumbled, but no one fell.

Two consecutive groups of people not only failed to stop the opponent’s advance, but also failed to cause casualties to the opponent.

Upon seeing this, his original intention was to hide behind to observe the overall situation. At the same time, the strong man took action at the critical moment and punched the tree trunk next to him. After knocking down a lot of leaves, he faced the people in black robes beside him. said:

“Send a signal and let them commit suicide. This time we lose.”

The people in black robes beside them were silent for a while, and then nodded helplessly.

After picking up a command arrow and shooting it into the sky, they followed the strong man and fled from here quickly.

On the other side, the people in black robes who were deeply surrounded by the circle, after hearing the sound of the arrows exploding, first looked at the direction of the sound with a little expectancy, and then confirmed the suicide order with some loneliness.

After taking a reluctant look at Mo Zuo and the others, who were still a few hundred meters away, they all drew out their daggers and pierced their hearts.

ANBU is a very good organization, but they did the wrong thing and chose the wrong opponent.

Facing these people in black robes who committed suicide, Mo Zuo also suppressed his smile, and after they committed suicide, he raised his hand to his chest and bowed slightly to salute.

Although everyone is an enemy, such behavior and decisiveness are still worthy of respect.

The other three girls also followed suit, but only Audrey and Mozzo did the same, while the two knight girls held swords on their chests with one hand.

Not long after, a large number of northern cavalry rushed in front of Mozo.

Without exception, they all looked at Mozo and the others riding on the back of the red wolf with astonishment. The old wolf owner kept two red wolves as pets and mounts. This is something every northerner knows.

At the same time, they also knew that only the old wolf master was allowed to ride by the two red wolves, and no one else could do this.

Mozo ignored their surprise and just drove the red wolf to an officer who looked like the leader, and then said with a smile:

“Are you sent by Gao Wenqing?”

The other party first looked at the red wolf under Mozo’s crotch in disbelief, and then looked at Mozo in disbelief. Finally, he hesitated and said:

“Yes. Yes. Sir, we were sent by Lord Gawain.”

Mo Zuo glanced at the emblem on the opponent’s breastplate and continued to smile:

“Are you soldiers from the Third Battalion? After all these years, you still retain the same organizational structure?”

For some reason, after Mo Zuo revealed the army where he and others came from, the officers and soldiers were a little ashamed and covered up the emblems on their breastplates.

Their third battalion was a force set up by the old wolf lord himself, and was also the garrison of Winterfell. But when something happened to the old wolf master, no one from the old third battalion, the new third battalion, or the rest of the Lang family troops fulfilled their duty to protect the master or take revenge.

But after that, they were still proud of it, thinking it was proof that they were different from the other northern troops.

Now, when facing what was probably a descendant of the orthodox Lang family, they all couldn’t help but feel endless shame in their hearts.

But Mo Zuo smiled and said:

“Look up, the Third Battalion is an excellent unit. Being a soldier of the Third Battalion is definitely not something to be ashamed of.”

Facing Mozo’s words, the leading officer stuttered and asked:

“You, do you really think so?”

Mozo nodded affirmatively and said:

“Destroying the rebellious Moshan family, the March Garrison, the second White Horse Negotiation, the Haier River defense battle, etc., the Lao San Battalion in the north has made countless achievements.”

As he spoke, Mozuo looked at the other person’s eyes seriously and said:

“And the most important thing is that during the first Fog City disaster, I…my ancestor Cromwell was only surrounded by your third battalion!”

These words made the soldiers of the third battalion couldn’t help but feel excited.

But what surprised them even more was what Mozo said next:

“So, as the successors of the third battalion, are you willing to follow me, the successor of the Lang family, to get back everything that should belong to me and the Lang family?”

“In other words, are you willing to believe in me, my successor, just like you believed in my ancestor Cromwell?”

Hearing this, all the soldiers and officers were extremely excited. Then they jumped off their horses one after another, knelt down on one knee and announced their choice to Mo Zuo, who was riding a red wolf:

“We do!”

Compared with the arrogant, arrogant, and greedy side branch who even they could see the problem, they were more willing to believe in this young man who was recognized by the Red Wolf and was familiar with their military emblem and pride.

After Mo Zuo smiled with satisfaction, he immediately shouted to the surrendering soldiers:

“Mount immediately and we’ll get what’s ours!”

In this way, under the leadership of Mozo, the cavalrymen of the third battalion followed him and rushed to the northern army that was resting at Storm’s End Castle.

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Among the northern troops on the other side, the old man was also the first to receive the news that the Anbu had retreated and His Highness had safely evacuated.

After hearing the news, he felt as if his brain had been punched. Did he lose another move? ? ?

But he soon calmed down and reassured himself that at least the current overall situation was still in his hands. Those northern princes and nobles who had surrendered to Gebu in advance should have no choice but to do so both emotionally and legally. I am willing to believe that Mozo is a pure blood member of the Wolf family.

From this point of view, the overall situation is still in his hands!

After a brief thought, he decided to go to Gebu, who was still the Young Wolf Master, and persuade him to send his direct descendants to kill Mozo first.

In the end, he walked out of his tent and was pleasantly surprised to find that princes loyal to Gebu had set off in an airship with their troops!

Obviously, Gebu also received the news that Mozo was approaching, and planned to kill Mozo first.

Seeing this scene, the old man who came out immediately returned to his tent with satisfaction.

That Mozo Klein is very good, but many things must be done on a first-come, first-served basis!

Otherwise, what will you do with the nobles who made the choice first?

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On the other side, Mozo, who was leading the third battalion forward, finally met the troops sent by Gebu. The opponent relied on airships, so they transported troops very quickly.

Therefore, they took the lead in occupying the high ground, and the extraordinary improved heavy artillery was placed on various strategic positions.

At first, they were all confidently prepared to defeat the shameful and ridiculous tyrant lackey from Fog City.

But when Mozo appeared in their sights riding a red wolf with the cavalry of the Third Battalion, everyone from the officers to the soldiers were shaken.

The cavalrymen of the third battalion looked at the army blocking the road ahead. The leading officer immediately prepared to order the column to turn into a horizontal column and prepare to storm the army formation.

But before he could charge, he was stopped by Mo Zuo, who looked subtle.

“Little Lord?”

Mozo, who was riding the red wolf and standing in front, did not speak. He just shook his head with an increasingly subtle look and asked Verdani to take the wolf flag.

Then, amidst the surprise of the soldiers of the Third Battalion and the fear of the other side, he rode the red wolf and slowly approached the opponent’s military formation alone.

When approaching the opponent’s military formation, Mozo even called Red Wolf to stop.

Then he turned over and jumped down, holding his hands behind his back and walking towards Gebu’s ‘personal guards’ alone with his head held high.

Facing Mo Zuo, who came alone with his head held high, all the northern soldiers opposite him subconsciously raised their spears.

Then he lowered his height without confidence, at least not to a height that he could aim at.

This made Mozuo, who had been watching them, feel more confident.

Maybe he should change his name to Mozzo Napoleon?

Amidst such joking thoughts, Mozo gradually restrained his unnecessary thoughts and turned towards the soldiers in front of him, raising his hands and shouting:

“Do you want to kill your true monarch?!”

After saying that, Mozo put down his hand and said calmly with a smile:

“If so, shoot!”

111 Mozzo Napoleon

Mozo’s voice did not have any extraordinary power attached to it, but such simple words spread across the battlefield easily.

spread into everyone’s heart.

The soldiers of the Third Battalion were greatly shocked, but also worried about the safety of their monarch.

Gebu’s personal guards were all shocked and speechless by these words.

The other party calmly handed life and death into their hands? !

He is obviously a noble man, but he trusts these common people who can’t even get close to the nobles.

It was even the first time they met each other.

It was only at this moment that all the soldiers understood that only the pure-blooded heirs of the old wolf lord would love and trust his people and soldiers as deeply as the old wolf lord!

The noble who was responsible for leading them also realized this immediately. He had already chosen Gebu and sworn allegiance to him. Under such circumstances, how could he dare to let Mozo take over everything so easily?

After he realized that the soldiers had begun to fall towards the fearless young man, he immediately raised his saber anxiously and shouted:

“Shoot! I order you to shoot!”

Although the soldiers did not lay down their weapons in response to such orders, no one followed his orders.

Seeing this, the leading noble shouted more anxiously:

“Shoot, shoot! How could he be a descendant of the Wolf family? He is clearly the tyrant’s lackey!”

“I order you to shoot him! Shoot!”

The nobles’ voices were obviously anxious, but the soldiers’ attitudes became more and more gentle. They no longer held their spears, but slowly put them down and looked back at the increasingly panicked nobles.

After seeing that all his soldiers had put down their weapons, the leading noble was frightened by this terrifying scene and fell off his horse.

The dignified northern nobles and experts on horseback could not even sit firmly on their horses at this moment.

But whether it was luck or misfortune, no one wanted to pay attention to him at this moment.

Because all the soldiers turned their heads and burst into loud cheers after he fell off his horse.

They all raised their weapons and rushed toward Mozo, cheering.

Mozo was also lifted up by the cheering soldiers and moved back and forth among the soldiers who kept firing shots into the air in celebration.

The cavalrymen of the Third Battalion on the other side also cheered and rode up to them.

The two troops were originally from the same background, but after a brief confrontation, they reunited happily!

The girls were also infected by the jubilant atmosphere, but they were quite reserved and did not come forward to revel along with the soldiers. Instead, he fell behind the third battalion and slowly approached the boiling crowd.

But Verdani, who was holding the wolf flag, waited until the cheers of the soldiers calmed down a bit, then drove the red wolf through the crowd with the wolf flag and arrived at Mozo, who was still being held by the soldiers.

Seeing Verdani approaching, the reveling soldiers automatically moved out of the way, gradually stopped cheering, and then all looked at Mozo expectantly.

When the soldiers put themselves down, Verdanni on the wolf’s back also jumped off, then walked to Mozo, knelt down on one knee and presented the wolf flag that represented the belonging of the North!

Mozo reached out to take the wolf flag and looked at the exquisite prairie wolf emblem on it. Mozo couldn’t help but think in his heart:

If I had known today, I wouldn’t have used the prairie wolf as the family emblem of the Northern Territory. I should have used the tricolor flag!

But in this case, it seems that the title of monarch is not qualified, but if Mozo calls himself emperor at this moment, then the North will really become independent. As for changing his name when he was still Cromwell, there is no need to worry The North became independent and the country was divided. But then Luo Lan might not be Luo Lan from the Iris family anymore.

After feeling a sigh of relief in his heart, Mozuo, under the expectant gaze of countless soldiers, held up the wolf flag and said loudly:

“Go forward and get everything that belongs to us!” (The previous chapter was also ours, I missed one word “we”, and now I don’t dare to change it. If I change the chapter, it will be removed from the shelves for review…)

This was just a sentence that Mo Zuo said casually.