Chapter 1125
The entire battlefield was shaken by the rushing and trampling sound of the trembling mountain forest; hundreds of ogre roars rushed out of the Azores camp with shackles and chains, Coming towards Byrne Legion, who is still advancing.
Without much mental preparation, the warriors of Byrne once faced this Great Desolate ominous beast from the ancient wood forest.
These four-meter-high, extremely sturdy, brown-black huge monsters with fangs made the Byrne army scream in exclamation, and then they reprimanded Knight and the officers. Stopped in the sound.
"What's that thing?!"
The stared wide-eyed Lake City count Lanmaros looked stupid, but his eyes were full of fire. Excited: "Oh...Don't tell this thing to use weapons?!"
"I don't know, but I know one thing-this thing is definitely not easy to deal with, meet force with force Absolutely heavy casualties!" Baima Peak count suck in a breath of cold air, and suddenly turned back and held the right hand of Lanmalos to touch the battle flag:
"Let go of your paw bastard, just thinking Go and die and give me orders from the Duke!"
"Why, Ragrel are you scared? You even survived the Blood Skeleton Valley, so scared here?"
"Yes, I'm scared, I'm scared of you crazy man and the other crazy men like you behind-I finally understand why the duke didn't cure me because of the imperial avenue, because I have to I'm watching you lunatics who are keen to die!"
"In Byrne, we call this brave."
"Yes, but please also after getting the order Brave-you are a coward if you dare to disobey the military order!"
"You..."
Before Lanmalos spoke, the hurried bugle came from the back of the Byrn army. Sounded.
"Exchange the horns of the front, the order is here." Before the madman beside him could speak, Rigeler immediately looked towards the herald next to him: "Blow the trumpet and raise the flag, the cavalry line retreats, The position is handed over to the Duke’s shooting army and the phalanx Legion-oh, you, what do you think I do, execute the order, warrior!"
Lan Malos, who wanted to curse, turned his head and didn’t look back. Turned and left.
With the sound of a bugle, Byrne Legion methodically completed the alternation of the front line in the vibrations and roars resounding through the battlefield; the shooting army stepped forward, from the cavalry queue. Shuttle through the gap, stopping in front of the long spear phalanx.
"Shooting Army-Formation!"
The expressionless Karl Colin raised the bright spear in his hand and carried the spear on his shoulders: "Three lines, Waiting in place!"
The shield hand propped up the shield, the shooter set up the bright spear, and the three-row staggered array quickly unfolded in front of the long spear square, like a slender black line.
This is actually a surprise. At the end of the Battle of the Highlands, Karl Colin accidentally discovered that the three rows of lines are the best tactics for the shooting army’s formidable power;
p>The narrow and long front allows it to have enough coverage. The staggered formation can keep at least two rows of soldiers firepower; and even if the enemy’s impact is really fast, three rows of arrays are enough to complete two rounds. The volley of fire, even can make the first row squat down, and then strive for a full fire-focused shooting.
Karl Colin discovered that this weapon is completely different from the crossbow; its tactics are never based on formidable power, but on the fastest possible shooting.
The ground under the feet is trembling, the roaring ogre are like lava that is rushing, and the trembling ground is like tens of thousands of cavalry rushing by;
The body is following the ground The shocked shooting army soldiers stared in horror, not looking at up ahead, but staring at the banner in the hands of the commander at the end of the queue and his one-piece mouth.
In the sky of vibration and the roar of ominous beast, they had long been unable to hear the sound; they even had to hold the spear to stop the urge to press the firing switch.
The vibration is getting louder and louder, and the surging lava is getting closer.
"Bang——————————————!!!"
A loud noise temporarily suppressed the sound of the lava; the front row Dozens of ogre screamed and fell down; most of them just scratched and continued to run wildly, trampling the fallen compatriots into broken flesh and spewing pus.
"Bang——————————————!!!"
Another volley, this time almost all shooters Involuntarily aiming at the head, a whole row of ogre wailed and fell, creating a moment of chaos in the smoke and dust of the violent charge.
But it was just a moment of confusion...Just two rows of volleys, these roaring Great Desolate ominous beasts are about to rush to the front!
"Shooting army, retreat—!" Carl Colin, who raised his bright spear, looked around for a week, and shouted calmly, "Third row, cover—shoot!"
p>With another thunder that tore through the battlefield, the neatly paced long spear phalanx quickly filled the vacancy of the shooting army's retreat; in the gap between the front and rear phalanx, two rows of formation were re-opened, shooting cover.
"The Byrnee--"
The roaring rock fort count stood at the forefront of the queue, raising the sword and looking around for a week: "Defensive line--!"
The striding phalanx infantry slammed the end of lance and battle halberd firmly under their feet, the gun body was placed on the shield, the tip of the gun was tilted upwards, gritted teeth trembling with fear, and watched the rush to the front, four The huge monster, which is a meter tall, hits head-on.
"pu ——————!!!!!!"
The first ogre that hit the long spear head-on was four or five long spears that were pierced into the trunk at the same time. It penetrated and wailed and fell to the ground; the spewing of blood and pus poured down like a heavy rain, with a strong stench on the heads of the soldiers in the front row.
Then the fallen ogre bones slammed straight on the front row of infantrymen; and before the back row had time to fill the vacancy, hundreds of ogre swarmed up, roaring, Rush into the front line of the long spear phalanx.
With the entire front line fully engaged, the tight long spear phalanx was torn open several gaps in an instant; the roaring ogre is like an undead monster who is not afraid of death. The bones of the clan and phalanx soldiers continued to rush to the next row of soldiers.
During the terrifying and tragic fight, the entire long spear phalanx instantly became on the verge of collapse.
"Bang————————————!!!"
A neat beam of light flashed across the battlefield, slightly curbing the ferocity of ogre Its offensive momentum; but it's only a little bit-to deal with these huge monsters, the Jiaoguang Spear is not enough to exert its formidable power on the regular battlefield.
But that is enough.
"Knights, kill the enemy with me!"
The roaring rock fort count, without the slightest hesitation, raised the big sword with one hand, and rushed straight towards a direction. He rushed over to ogre; the Knights in the back row raised their two-handed swords and ran from the gap between the squares and launched a charge.
But in the next second, one after another swift silhouette rushed out of the smoke and dust rolled up by ogre, and pounced on the sword-wielding Knight and the heavy-armed attendants.
In the sound of the long spear, the Knights’ two-handed swords collided with the tips of their guns and sparks; a flash of astonishment flashed for a moment. Knights were immediately stopped, and the lance wielding The "Azore Elves" fought together.
"Where did this bunch of rabbit masters come out?!"
A sword smashed the stabbed lance, and the angry mountain rock castle count slammed the sword. It repulsed, and the sound of ribs cracked in my ears: "Why don't I know that besides the long knife, they use lance so powerfully?!"
"They are not Azores, they are A war dancer in the ancient wood forest!"
A certain Knight who used to follow Loren to the Fog Moon Court shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with anger: "They all helped abandon their compatriots and take refuge. A traitor to the Azores!" Before he could say anything, Knight was double-teamed by war dancers who attacked on both sides at the same time. Enemy.
"so that's how it is, that's why I was sent to die with Ogre, right?" Mountain Rock Castle count raised a big sword and slammed behind him, pushing back an elf who wanted a sneak attack : "It's really suitable for a traitor to die!"
"count ——!"
Knight's exclamation sounded in his ears, Mountain Rock Fort count Angel without the slightest Hesitation turned and swept the big sword to his side. The unsharp blade and heavy weight still cut off the elf.
And Knight, who had just saved one of him, was torn off his shoulder armor by a lance, and then his head was smashed. The spewing red and white liquid flowed into the rock fort count. In his eyes.
Damn...
"Clang——!"
With a crisp sound, the big sword was inserted in the soil, and the mountain rock fort count was leaning on the hilt. Panting heavily, wiped the blood from his face vigorously, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The Battle of Empire Avenue, the Battle of Highlands, Lothar Forced March... It’s okay to sleep for one night when you’re young, and it’s okay to spend three days and three nights, but now I feel a little bit panting.
Damn...I’m really old...
"Old An Gert, I know you are not convinced to say this, but we are not young anymore—you I’m two years older. At this age, we should no longer behave like we did when we were young. Instead, we should settle down and do as many things as possible."
"Think about you. With more experience than me, I can definitely be a very good commander in command, calmly assess the situation, find his shortcomings on the battlefield for the Duke, and find the key that he can't find; become a trustworthy man who can be trusted by him. "
"So after taking over from me this time, you should consider the mission of a Legion commander and leave the glory of charging to the youngster. This is not as easy for you and me as it used to be; let alone We, the Duke, need not only a Knight, but a commander who can command the army and advise him..."
The count of the released Rock Fortress suddenly felt that the words of Count Eckert of the Fortress of Fury made sense.
In the next second, a cold chill pounced from the side; instinctively turned around the rock fort count and escaped the tip of the spear that pierced the front door, stepped forward with his right foot, holding his left hand firmly on the ground The hilt of the big sword aimed at the front and fell face-to-face.
"pu chi ——!"
The elves of the sneak attack were not even surprised, they were already divided into two by the great sword; the torso counted from the rock fortress like minced meat Slashed by his side, scattered all over the ground.
Looking at the pile of rotten meat, the count of the raging rock fort was startled.
"Holy Cross, I'm so young, I'm still young, and I can continue to chop people——!"
The foul-mouthed raised his big sword with one hand, The roaring rock fort count rushed towards the huge silhouette of Ogre:
"The Byrne-kill the enemy with me!"
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"These empires... are really as tenacious as ever."
Looking at the distant battlefield strangling with the Byrne long spear phalanx, but never The ogre who was able to complete the breakthrough and the war dancer who took refuge in his own side, the slightly frowned Sicotus elf Prince, evoked some very unpleasant memories when he was in Deep Limburg.
Those savage Lothar people were also besieged by themselves to the point of running out of ammunition and food, before they completely collapsed under attack after attack.
They even dared to attack the well-equipped elves warrior and ogre without being armed; although they were indeed suicidal, they still left a lot of money for the Azores. The shock.
So much so that the Azorean elves who admired the way of warrior, on the day of the destruction of the Deep Limburg city, still maintained the most basic respect for the war dead Ruben Fuli's and the fallen empire, even spontaneously Built a simple tomb for the Duke of Lotaire.
But for Prince Sicotus, these "respectable enemies" simply made him disgusting to the extreme-the frontal battlefield was not opened, which meant that he could not put the wizard warrior into battle, otherwise he would There is a risk of being affected by ogre.
Sicotus Prince didn’t think that the barbaric monsters could sensibly distinguish the enemy from us when they were killing and "cannibalizing." The monster can be perish together with the enemy; at least, it should cause as many casualties as possible to the enemy before it dies.
The most important thing is that until now, the Byers on the opposite side still have no use to use their "Reload Knight"-in such a battle, if you are not sure about taking out your hole cards in advance, it is equal to losing. Half of it.
"Blow the trumpet in the direction of the camp and order them to send five bows and arrows to cooperate with the warrior's Thousand Man Squad to cover from the side; at the same time, they set up launchers to shoot volleys against the enemy's phalanx to open the gap."
p>After a moment of contemplation, Sicotus made a conservative decision.
As for ogre and those ancient wood forest elves who take refuge in their own lives...you die. Anyway, I don't plan to wait until the end of the war to leave this bunch of trash and dross.
Let them become targets and contribute the last bit of strength to your victory.
"Woo——————————!"
The sound of a loud horn came from the direction of the barracks, and the corners of Sicotus's mouth were slightly raised with confidence radian.
"His Royal Highness, all transmitters are ready!"
"Let's fire!"
Almost the moment the voice fell, a dazzling light Suddenly it caught his eyes.
Huh?
Sicotus, who blinked his eyes slightly, couldn’t help but look up at the spot where the light came from. It was...behind Legion, almost the same as the Azores’ army. Thousand steps.
A thousand steps away, a white meteor slowly lifted into the sky, tracing a beautiful trajectory under the blue water dome of Lotaire, and then...
Dive quickly towards the Azores!