Chapter 115

The flames rising into the sky lit up the forest.

The burning flame began to spread wildly. No matter how wet the forest was, it couldn't stop the burning of these magic flames. The blazing high temperature seems to dispel the cold at night and the humidity in the forest, but if you can choose, the people of the white wing mercenary Corps prefer the cold and humidity to the current high temperature.

In the place where the flame is burning, there is no howling. The detonation of three special fireballs will directly vaporize the people within the burning range, and there is not even a residue left.

The soldiers who survived the fire have fallen into chaos.

William was cold.

Although he was thinking that his pig like teammate was killed by the enemy, William was not at all happy when this scene really appeared. This extremely subtle sense of difference made William a little unbelievable - or don't want to believe it. Although he was very disappointed with the military literacy of the peripheral reserve soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment, no matter how disappointed, this army is indeed a fairly strong army in the trade capital. In the previous conflict with the Red Cross cavalry regiment of mornes, this army did not fall into the disadvantage.

Of course, the 3000 people in front of us are not all of the entire peripheral reserve soldiers, but only one-third.

But there can't be such a big gap in the standard. Is this really a regular army?

In the dark night, several fireballs roared and fell, causing bursts of explosion and roar on the ground.

This time, William saw very clearly.

The burning fireballs flew down very fast, almost as soon as they were formed. When the naked eye just caught the fireball trace, these fireballs had roared down. Judging from the magic traces, this is obviously a continuous bead fireball, not a simple fireball, but William has never seen that the continuous bead fireball can be so big and so terrible.

But Lianzhu fireball is a level 4 magic. Although in theory, magicians can cast it, the consumption of magic is very large. With the magician's magic, you can only cast it two to three times at most, never more than four times. At present, the magician of the other party has cast it twice. Even if the other party still has magic, there should not be many.

This time, the flame explosion did not have a clear landing point, but fell to a place with as many people as possible, completely expanding the chaos, and using the combustion of the flame to cut the battlefield, so that the soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment could not support each other.

William had guessed what the other party wanted to do. He shouted with some hiss: "assemble! Everyone hurry to gather here! "

At the same time, he roared and ran towards the battlefield behind him. He is now the supreme commander of this army. He must find a way to appease these chaotic soldiers in the rear and make them regroup. Otherwise, once this chaos becomes a real rout, even the best commander will not be able to command this army at that time.

At this moment, William's only doubt was when the enemy came around the rear. Or is it that before the arrow rain covers, the other party has actually come around the rear of the battlefield and has been waiting for the opportunity?

William doesn't know, but he doesn't want to know at the moment. His hoarse roar did not spread far in the night, because the crackling of flames and the chaotic noise of the crowd almost covered his cry. As long as the soldiers who were closer to William heard his cry and began to gather towards him, there was nothing more secure than following a commander.

At this time, William saw another red light flickering in the dark. He suddenly felt in his heart for no reason: is it magic again?

Then he saw a man in armor and holding a halberd stepping out of the darkness.

The weapon in his hand glittered with red light, even the flame burning in the forest could not hide its brilliance. He was like walking in his own back garden. He walked leisurely from the invisible darkness and walked out step by step with his halberd. Against the background of the fire, the man looked like a ferocious demon God. His face was solemn and his body exuded a breathtaking terrible momentum.

At the first moment of seeing the man, William felt an extremely terrible sense of suffocation, followed by a deep cold. Even standing next to the burning flame, he could not dispel the cold.

Then he saw the man suddenly raise his halberd.

The war halberd with red light was raised straight in his hand, like the extension of his arm and a flag in the night. As the man waved off his halberd, there was a roar like a lion: "brothers! Dinner! "

On the battlefield, there was a moment of stagnation.

Only the man's roar echoed in the forest.

"Dinner is ready -"

"Dinner --"

"What's wrong --"

At the next moment, the excited roar like national celebration resounded through the sky in the dark night, just like boiled water.

The earth even heard bursts of ringing, just like an earthquake.

Countless northern barbarians with half body shield in their left hand and long gun in their right hand rushed out from behind the man wearing black armor like silver torrents. There was no ferocious color on their faces, but only excitement. They have no formation and rules to speak of. They are like a group of beasts, but the overwhelming momentum brought by them has become the last straw to crush the battlefield. In their charge, the soldiers who have gathered before hearing William's cry are not the enemy of unity at all.

In the charge of the northern barbarians, some soldiers of the white wing mercenary Corps can only reluctantly fight back like self-help, but this kind of self-help looks more like suicide.

When the northern barbarians slapped their half body shield hard, they had shocked the soldiers holding the round shield. After all, their round shield was only used to block the enemy's chop. It was not directly used to shoot people like the northern barbarians. In this kind of confrontation, the soldiers of the white wing mercenary regiment even felt that their hands were about to be broken.

However, the attack of the northern barbarians was obviously not so simple. After the half body shield of the left hand was shot out, the long gun of the right hand immediately followed and stabbed out. They don't care where the stab is. Anyway, even if they can't die at once, they can do it again - most soldiers wearing light armor have begun to deform and seem to be pierced at any time under the unreasonable force of the northern barbarians; Some soldiers with bad luck were stabbed by the long gun of the northern barbarians at the weak part of their light armor almost the first time.

After one shot solved the enemy, the northern barbarians threw their long guns, threw away the body, and rushed out again.

In their eyes, it was enough to follow Alfred's attack, and they didn't need to pay attention to everything else. Anyway, Alfred ran in which direction, they followed him in which direction. As for the "food" along the way, it was just the trouble solved easily.

Watching the northern barbarians rush out with an extremely brave momentum, panic and collapse have begun to spread among the soldiers of these white wing mercenaries. But at this time, William knew that if they ran around like headless flies again, what was waiting for them was the ruthless harvest of the enemy. Whether it was for these soldiers or for their own survival, William must gather the defeated soldiers and let them form enough combat effectiveness again.

"Don't panic! Hurry and gather around me! " Although some of William's voice could not spread in this chaotic night, and even his voice began to hoarse because of his roar, all the soldiers who could hear him began to gather towards him as if they had grasped some life-saving straw, and were gradually forming a scale, "spread out a circle! The shield soldiers are outside, the gunmen are inside, surrounded and stacked with me as the core! Put up the gun and raise the shield! "

William's roar continued, but at this moment, the transformation of the white wing mercenary regiment seemed a little slow, like a rusty gear. William is really a little angry at the moment. If those adjutants had not followed the general and evaporated with him by the fireball, he would not need to roar like this now. Moreover, without the auxiliary command of the flag, the formation of the battle array would be a little slow, especially there are a steady stream of routed soldiers approaching here.

"Change!" William really can't stand these rusty gears. His heart is scolding wildly, but at the moment, he must keep calm and calm on his face. He is a commander. He must give the soldiers enough confidence, "everyone disperse! Shield soldiers in front, 30 lines! The gunmen assembled to the right, square array, erect the gun! "

This time, William changed the way of calling the password, but took the short password as the sign. This time, the soldiers of the white wing mercenary Corps finally heard very clearly. Their formation immediately changed, like an oiled gear, and finally became no longer astringent. The usual training was well reflected at this moment. All the soldiers with shields began to stack up, forming a row for every 30 people, and then stacked up row by row, Form a square array.

William chose a very good place. There was a raging flame on the left, which put an end to the enemy's strategy of circuitous attack from the left. In the frontal defense, as long as these shield soldiers are thick enough, they can completely block the northern barbarians who have almost no formation; The long Spearman square he arranged on the right is also not a decoration. As long as he can make the enemy's momentum slow down a little, he is sure to turn the long Spearman square into a sharp spear and give the enemy a hard blow!

Almost in an instant, William had thoroughly penetrated the weaknesses and strengths of both sides, and even made full use of the terrain - the battlefield cutting formed by the burning fireball, which is not only beneficial to the manufacturer. Whether he can use it depends entirely on the commander's judgment on the battlefield situation, And after discovering the disorder and slowness in the command system, he decisively changed the way of tactical command.

And not only that, William is still in this movement and change. He brings the battle back without trace, which not only gradually breaks away from the attack range that the opposing magician may cover, but also lengthens and widens the opponent's front, so the less pressure he needs to face. Even, the rout soldiers who began to gather from the surrounding areas formed a kind of advantage cohesion under the hidden surface.

All these changes fully show that William's command ability and military attainments, as he himself showed pride, are not extravagant.

Cecilia, hidden in the canopy, can easily observe the changes of the situation on the whole battlefield through the commanding heights. Therefore, when she saw that the enemy array, which was still rotating like a rusty gear, began to change and become more and more smooth, and even the array began to reorganize, her eyebrows finally frowned. She didn't expect that the other party had such a powerful commander. She thought she had completely disintegrated the other Party's command system.

At this thought, Cecilia's eyes fell on the commander of the other party: "tell old Fred that he has five minutes left."（ To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)