"Aowu~" "Aowuwu~"

On the endless grassland, there was a large black figure, like a demon from hell, opening his mouth wide, revealing his sharp and sharp teeth, and roaring at the front.

When they looked carefully, their faces, chests, thighs, and their bodies were covered with gray-black hair, and their bodies were densely covered, like hairballs.

These humanoid creatures are about two meters tall, with ferocious faces, covered with gray-black hair, and their huge wolf heads reveal pairs of green and cold eyes, and their sharp fangs as sharp as jagged teeth, which makes people shudder.

If they hadn't waving heavy swords and shields in their hands and maintaining their basic human form, no one would have believed that they belonged to one of the humans.

Their legs were extremely strong, their feet were thick and their waists were thick, and their arms were quickly moved, like oars, and they were moving forward quickly, like canines.

The hair covered their faces, and on their lower body were long ragged strips of various colors hanging, which looked particularly funny under their horror appearance.

The strong and vigorous legs were stomping on the weeds at the height of their knees, waving their swords and shields in their hands, blushing, looking up at the front, opening their mouths wide, shouting non-stop, saliva flowing, looking inexplicably excited.

I don’t know, but I thought there was a delicious food ahead that attracted them.

In front of them, the ones being chased were a group of soldiers in red uniforms. Their queues were neatly arranged, and they looked like a group of lobsters in leather boots.

The soldiers were holding muskets and boat-shaped caps, with bitterness and a hint of fear on their faces. Although their pace and formation were relatively neat, they were chased by the terrorists behind them. From a distance, they looked like clusters of red flames in the wind and rain, as if they could be extinguished at any time, and were full of dangers.

There were about 3,000 lobster soldiers, forming a tight rectangular square array, staring at the terrifying monster behind, and slowly retreating with vigilance and carefulness, with nervousness and fear on their faces written on them.

There was a big man in the middle of the square formation, and many guards surrounded him. He was about thirty years old, with short beards, wearing noble military uniforms, and the huge green agate ring in his hand, which was shaking. Even though he was in the defeated army, his clothes were still bright and neat.

He rode on the horse, turned his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the terrifying creature with a hideous look on the back, without any expression of fear, only a solemn look on his face.

He is a general, so he naturally knows what the group of strange creatures behind him are, and his pros and cons are clear.

But even though you know, in the face of real strength, these are just a loss.

There were about two thousand terrifying creatures behind them. They were like wolves who saw a prey, chasing them relentlessly, staring at them with fierce eyes, and their powerful hind limbs moved quickly, making the distance between the two gradually approach.

Although their number is one thousand more, they are in a retreat and have insufficient morale. It is already very good to be able to maintain basic order and retreat in an orderly manner.

As the distance narrowed, among the monsters chasing, there was a relatively large figure and fast-moving monster. The green eyes flashed, and in just a moment, they suddenly jumped into the red square formation.

As soon as he entered the square formation, the shields and heavy swords were waving like whirlwinds. In a few moments, the red shrimp soldiers who were staring at it were dismembered and killed, leaving behind blood and wreckage on the ground. Before he died, his face still had an incredible expression.

The other red shrimp soldiers, holding the musket with sharp knives in fear, slowly moved forward, hesitating and slowly, and then under command, they waved the three-meter-long spear and poked the sharp muzzle hard.

However, the monster was not afraid at all, jumping flexibly, using his shield to block the sharp swords with sharp edges, and his tall body had incompatible flexibility and wit.

"Aowu~" After the monster dodged a round of attacks, he looked at the slowly approaching red shrimp soldiers, cracking their bloody mouths, and disdain flashed in their green eyes, as if mocking their timidity.

The thick right arm kept waving a heavy sword, shining with silver-white light, slaughtering the timid red shrimp soldiers, taking away one after another of their lives, and holding up a huge shield in their left hand to block all attacks.

Many soldiers were killed and injured in the besieged, and the ground was full of wreckage, but the officers in the rear were calm and calm and held their breath.

"Preparation-" The gorgeously dressed officer frowned and looked at the monster, but still shouted loudly.

Following the officer's order, a group of red shrimp soldiers from about a hundred people ten meters away immediately stopped their pace, raised their guns in panic on their faces, and began to prepare gunpowder and aim inertia.

Then he quickly took out the exit bag, replaced the projectile with lead bullets coated with light silver powder, and put them in a musket.

At this time, military music was played in the rear. With the drum music, the confrontational soldiers retreated like flowing water, and a large gap suddenly appeared in front of the monster.

"Start--" The officer looked at the monster showing off his might, his terrible face did not make him blink his eyelids. He took a breath, raised his right hand, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Bapapapapapapa~" A crackling sound of gunfire sounded, and then a scent of sulfur-smelling white smoke appeared. The other soldiers opened their eyes wide and looked at the raging monsters.

"Aowu~" The monster jumped deliberately, showing that he was safe and sound, but he strode forward, preparing to sweep the red shrimp soldiers with white smoke to death.

The first round failed, but all the stray bullets hit a few unlucky guys.

When the officers faced the monsters strode, they still looked calm and continued to shout loudly: "Prepare~"

"Start~" The first row retreated, and the second row of soldiers took a step forward, and another stream of white smoke, and the projectiles were covered with silver powder.

This time, the hundred or so projectiles did not drift too much, and ten hit their thick hair, as if they did not have any damage at all.

At this moment, the third batch of muskets rang out, and another burst of white smoke.

The expression on the monster's face had frozen, and his steps were moving heavily. When he was only five meters away from the muskets, his pace had stopped. He widened his eyes. After a few seconds, he fell down under the calm gaze of the Red Shrimp Soldiers.

The dead monster stared at the green eyes, with bright red blood flowing. Several blood holes were covered by long hairs, but black blood was seeping out. The hair on his body seemed to be stronger than armor and shiny.

But strangely, after a while, the monster suddenly turned into a human corpse. He was naked with his upper body and a cracked plaid skirt with long light red hair, pale skin, thick arms, and a big red nose.

The Red Shrimp Soldiers looked like they were used to it. After confirming that he died, they immediately changed their formation and turned into a turtle pattern that was strictly guarded and retreated slowly.

The monsters behind continued to jump unwillingly, and more than a dozen monsters fell into the sea like water, quietly without breathing. Apart from wasting some precious silver powder, there was no ripples.

It seemed that he had seen the tragic situation of the dead ghosts. The monster army behind him no longer tried to jump, but adopted a slow advance mode to break through head-on.

"Damn Highlanders, damn Charlie!" The commander in the central position looked at the monster army that was pressing tightly behind and refused to retreat, frowned and cursed regardless of his image.

"Mr. Jazz, we lost twenty-eight soldiers just now!" Aside from, the young adjutant hurried over and made a report.

"Well, I understand! Your Majesty the King will not forget them."

Sir Hawley glanced at the adjutant and said without any pain.

Seeing the commander like this, the adjutant wanted to speak but stopped, and finally turned into a sigh.

"John, inform everyone to get faster and throw away the things you don't need. It's important to preserve your strength at present!

As long as there are still troops, next time, I can defeat this young pretender of the throne! In order to live up to the reward of His Majesty the King!"

Sir Hawley looked in the direction of the Monster Legion, widened his eyes and said viciously.

"Of course, the most important thing is to wash away the shame I suffered!" The Jazz thought to himself.

The young adjutant had no choice but to say so beautifully about Mr. Jazz's words, what could he do?

"Yes, sir!" the adjutant agreed weakly.

Then he followed Mr. Jazz's gaze and passed the terrible monster army, who could turn into werewolf, looked directly at a young man behind him, surrounded by many highland nobles in lattice skirts.

Although the distance is relatively far, the adjutant can still guess his identity with his tall body and grand and gorgeous clothes.

The pretender of the little throne, the grandson of James II, the young prince, Charlie Edward Stuart.

"Oh~" With a feeling of admiration and pity, the adjutant withdrew his gaze and went to convey Sir Hawley's orders.

Behind the monster army, a young and handsome young man was riding on a black horse. He was not happy because of the victory. Instead, he stared at the red shrimp soldiers who were evacuating without saying a word.

The young prince has a thin nose, thin lips, sword eyebrows, starry eyes, and agile figure. He has a thin silver armor on his body, and combined with his long light brown hair, and is a handsome and elegant young man with ambition.

If the ladies in Paris and Edinburgh see His Royal Highness’s frowning look, they must feel distressed.

And around him, a group of burly tribal leaders in Scottish long skirts, from various tribal leaders in the Scottish Highlands.

Unlike His Highness, they are all big and thick, with rough faces, but their skin is not dark, but they look very white, and even white.

More importantly, they also generally have a red head, light red, maroon red, and fiery red, all of which are all in one's shape.

Moreover, they have a pair of green eyes, like wild wolves on the grassland, deep and shocking.

From time to time, the leaders swept over the handsome prince with admiration and complex eyes, then lowered their voices and threw themselves into the discussion, turning a blind eye to the prince's sad expression.

Although he lowered his voice, even if his thick voice was lowered, His Highness could still hear it clearly.

"What's the use of defeating Sir Hawley? There are still tens of thousands of troops waiting for us in front!"

"We have no supplies, we can't even afford our salary. What else can we use to fight? Let's retreat!"

"The more people fight, the fewer people are fighting, and there are more and more English people. It is still important to preserve the strength of the tribe!"

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Most tribal leaders discussed without any hesitation, not caring about His Highness, the prince who was twitching his mouth.

At this moment of victory, such despairing words came to my ears, which seemed particularly harsh.

What is gratifying is that there are also several strong tribal leaders who look calmly at the front, and look down on the discussion around him, which makes the heartbroken prince feel a little warm.

The prince turned his gaze to the mountain bag ahead again, and a middle-aged man was riding high on his horse.

He straightened his waist, not wearing a Scottish long skirt, but instead had a neat military uniform, with a small gun around his waist, and his expression was serious and calm.

He was facing his eyes with a telescope in his hand, staring at the front with all his attention. Unlike other tribe leaders who were thinking about how to retreat, his whole mind was on the battlefield.

He is an important assistant to His Highness the Prince, a James, Marquis of Angus - General George Murray.

In front, the Scottish soldiers were exhausted after more than an hour of pursuit and changed from werewolf form to human form.

They held a shield in their left hand and supported the sword with their right hand. They were naked and their lower body was a Scottish long skirt that was broken into strips.

The originally white big cake face turned pale, sweating profusely, and her strong chest kept rising and falling, and she was breathing heavily.

Even some monsters that were shot more frequently and were in fatal wounds could withstand the monster form. When they turned back into human form, they would immediately fall to the ground and bleed continuously. They were seriously injured and were almost out of reach.

It can be seen that these monsters are not real monsters, but transformed by humans, and are not invincible.

They are werewolfs, a kind of creature that exists in fairy tales. Only elite warriors of the highland tribes in northern Scotland and warriors with relatively strong werewolf blood flowing in their bodies can briefly turn into werewolf forms and move forward bravely.

Seeing the hopeless pursuit, the Scottish Highlands soldiers stopped to rest, and Sir Hawley, who was running away in front, was unable to feel good.

The werewolf warriors stopped, and the other highland warriors who were thin bloodlines and could not transform began to pursue, biting Sir Hawley tightly.

In order to cover the retreat, another thousand people were abandoned. Most of these people were scared out of their courage and quickly surrendered with their guns. Most of them were still slaughtered by the murdered highland warriors, and only more than 300 people survived.

With two thousand soldiers, Sir Hawley fled helplessly.

After escaping, he had no choice but to be glad that he had escaped, and was also anxious about explaining to His Majesty George II far away in London.

The victory was decided, but the commander-in-chief Prince Charlie was not very happy because the group of highland tribe leaders began to fear war again and began to constantly persuade him to return to the highland areas and even threaten them with troops.

In this way, even if he won a battle, he still couldn't be happy. There were still too few who were truly loyal to the royal family.

"Boom--" A thunder suddenly sounded in the blue sky and white clouds, and the sound was deafening and resounded throughout the sky.

All the war horses on the battlefield were frightened and ran wildly.

Including Prince Charlie's mount, the black horse suddenly rushed down the mountain. The prince was so scared that his face was bloodless and could only hold the reins tightly and he refused to let go.

"Your Highness~" "Oh! My God!"

The generals and tribal leaders on the side were shocked and quickly chased after them.

Boom-
Chapter completed!