Vol 3 Chapter 331

what is this? Is it magic? All frontline commanders of the Northern Alliance were shocked to stop all the actions on their hands, but no one has responded, including Viscount von Dogning, and successive flashes of light have already burst out among the Brewe infantry brigade. Come.

Boom boom, a storm-like explosion enveloped the entire front in an instant. The Breeze infantry was fortunate to have encountered a killer weapon like mines on Warnd's battlefield for the first time. The disintegrating crystals buried shallowly under the turf will immediately release all the energy contained in them once they are stressed. The terrible impact will not only open the turf, but also directly impact the infantry above. .

The iron footguards of the Breeze Infantry were first deformed by force, and then the bones were broken upwards by a huge impulse, and their masters flew upward. In the process, the breastplate was sunken inward for a moment, directly lining all the bones inside. Or the viscera is crushed into pieces.

After five or six infantry soldiers were pierced into the sky, most of them fell down, leaving only cold bodies.

In an instant, Breu's infantry brigade damaged nearly a fifth of its living force. But the more severe blow was morale—they were already in dire straits before they even touched the enemy—and the cheering of the northern coalition forces who saw this scene came to an abrupt halt like a duck with a choked throat.

"This ... is what you made from those magic furnaces?" Princess Griffin looked at the scene from afar, but silently calculated: "The core value of the magic transmission device is not cheap, but Those crystals don't seem to be cost-effective in terms of lethality, but it seems that the costless investment in critical battlefields can also work wonders. "

Brando nodded. To be honest, he and Antitina did not sleep all night. And in the end, because there were so many, Antinina could not complete such a workload at all, and he had to use a large blood sacrifice alchemy array to help.

For this reason, he bleed a lot of blood.

However, he noticed the face of the half-elf princess, and probably guessed what the other party thought. But he didn't care. At the moment this is not the full power of the disintegrating crystal. The good news is yet to come. Making the disintegrating crystal by himself is not for local thunder.

He turned his head back. Looking far away on the other side of the battlefield. The explosion continued, and a Ground Cavalry was killed in this explosion. The disintegrating crystal broke his right foot. The angry mount threw him off his back. This poor unlucky egg broke his spine in the process and died on the spot.

"Stop! Stop!" Viscount von Dogning was also taken aback, and quickly tightened the reins and shouted, "It's a trap!"

But the Lord Viscount is worthy of his reputation in history. He immediately found a solution. Ordered to order the Breeze infantry to stop and disperse, and then continue to advance in a skirmish formation-the skirmish formation as early as the year of star gathering (1st.321) Count Yataniya led the White Lion Infantry Regiment facing the Lion The intensive bow and arrow cover already existed. Earlier, the Cruz had used similar tactics, so it is not a novel invention-but he learned and used it here, but he let the commander of the Northern Alliance. Their eyes brightened.

"It is indeed the genius of the Nayorah." Viscount Finn could not help but praise it beside Vitokin. The Earl was also very satisfied, at least he did not prove that his choice was wrong, and he was one of the virtues of the nobility.

But he hadn't spoken yet, as if it were specifically for refuting him. There was another brighter flash on the battlefield. The violent explosion almost shone, causing the whole valley to shake.

Viscount von Dogning stared blankly at all that happened to him. The violent explosion lifted the draft skin, causing the blood-soaked soil to fall from him side by side, as if it was a mud rain. He wiped his face. His face was sticky and uncomfortable. In his vision, the princess had only half a night's time, and he had to set up positions and bury traps. Where did it take so much time? He determined that the other party was just a bluff and wanted to delay time.

But he didn't expect him to be a bit wrong. Brando's "trap" is not as complicated as he imagined. In fact, he and Antitina just made some of the leftover scraps and threw them into the grass.

However, it was the product of this carelessness that brought great trouble to the northern coalition forces.

Brando couldn't help feeling a little dark when he saw the tired infantry stopped again. There are no international conventions in this world. He can use any kind of landmine he wants, with no psychological burden at all. The first appearance of this big killer on the battlefield did indeed bring unexpected benefits.

The Northern Alliance had to pay a tragic price if it wanted to continue. In addition, the real role of landmines is actually to deter the morale of the enemy, and to lose one or two troops before contacting the enemy. This can be regarded as a bad omen in the fantasy world of Warnde.

Of course, the other party can also stop and clear mine slowly. Anyway, he and Antitina did not bury the disintegrating crystals so deeply, they can be found out carefully. But that was exactly what he wanted. Anyway, he didn't short of time. It was best to delay the battle for a week or half a month, but it would be up to the nobles of the north to let it go.

However, the Northern Alliance clearly understood this and did not intend to give Brando this opportunity. After only a brief stay, Viscount von Dogning ordered Breuer to move on, still in a skirmish formation.

This is purely to fill the pit with human life-

Breu's infantry immediately rioted, but was suppressed immediately. After Viscount von Dogning ordered his rangers to kill a few disobedient soldiers, the infantry brigade began to move forward reluctantly.

But at this time, the vociferous ‘I will take the lead and wait for me to win! Long live Eruin! Long live the king! ’It became a ready-made joke, and morale plummeted.

Viscount von Daugning stared fiercely to the north, his face ironed.

But anyway. The coalition forces in the north finally started to move forward again. In the sound of explosions, Breeze's infantry was continuously downsizing, and finally these disciplined infantry could not bear it and collapsed. The lower-level soldiers almost cried and wanted to retreat, but the spears were still driving Keep them moving.

This scene can't help reminding Brando of the Cruz Empire driving their slave soldiers to attack, but the Cruzs are driving their enemies and captives, and today Eruin is driving their compatriots.

He looked coldly at the scene.

Behind him. Princess Griffin also clenched her lower lip.

The Breuer Column's First Infantry Brigade finally collapsed, or it was completely dead. This brigade didn't just completely lose its establishment. And they lost their hearts. Everyone understands this. I am afraid that the future Brei Column will not have the name of the First Infantry Group.

It will be a nightmare that stays in everyone's mind.

But this nightmare continues. Viscount von Dogning replaced the second team, and at this moment the young man seemed to be a bleak **** of death who was always guarding victory. Filling his life indifferently into this established victory, he only needs the final result.

As for sacrifice, there is only one number left.

The advancement of the Northern Alliance finally saw results, and the Breeze's Second Infantry Brigade was finally close to a mile away from Brando's main position. Behind them, the main force of the Northern Alliance began to hide, Brando could even see the movement of cavalry in the back.

But at this time, the front Bree infantry was hit with a headache.

Everyone heard '嗖' as if the air was evacuated, and the sky was dark. Viscount von Dogning raised his head subconsciously, and saw a dark arrow rain rising from Mount Matchenko and Villerko, and the arrow rain rushed towards him. The second infantry brigade of Bree, which was advancing in front of it, seemed to have hit an invisible wall head-on, and the original formation that had remained intact suddenly collapsed in several places.

"Finally the enemy!" Viscount von Dogning flashed excitement in his heart, and he immediately turned back and shouted: "Order the highland infantry to immediately attack Mount Velek, and first capture that mountain! Breu infantry continue to advance! "

The puppet behind him raised the banner immediately from the knight.

The other side of the valley also raised a flag. Viscount Finn gave a distant glance, and immediately the knight rushed out of the midst. Behind him was a knight who blew his horn.

The long horn sounded through the valley.

The highland infantry of the Finn column began to break away from the main line. Thousands of infantry in gray jerseys ran across the river bed like a torrent-in front of them, the breezy light infantry had stepped out of them for safety Passage-allowing them to launch unimpeded attacks in the direction of Mount Velek.

Unfortunately, the attack was not as smooth as expected.

The Finn Column Highland Infantry Second Group had just entered the Black Pine Forest, and heard a hissing shout in the forest: "sa

ko——! "If they understand Naga, they will definitely understand the meaning of this sentence.

"cast--!"

Sani opened her mouth. The howling long sound penetrated the entire woodland. Human figures are reflected in the yellowish pupils of the Naga warriors hidden in the pine forest. They raised the spear in their hands neatly and threw them downward.

A scream screamed through the forest.

The seventh unit of the Finn Highland Infantry, which rushed to the front, was almost completely covered by the spear rain. The leading centurion Sir Rafael died on the spot. Only one third of the 150 infantry were spared Difficult.

"Ai

m! Saniyi immediately ordered his kin to lay down the spear. The Naga Guards simultaneously placed a spear, and the first three rows immediately formed a steel jungle.

The Third, Fourth, and Ninth Squads of the Highland Infantry had passed their comrades at this moment. Centurion Broad and his colleagues oversaw the battle personally. As soon as he saw the weapon in the forest, Gray Fin Naga realized it was not good. ——Crescent Spear, Nagar Guard! But it was too late to retreat, and everyone could only watch as two armies of different races collided.

A neat muffled sound, as if the sound of a spear tearing open the chain mail. Brode could not help raising his head subconsciously, only to see the front row of the Black Blade Legion soldiers flew up neatly, was thrown back, and hit a rock or hung on a tree trunk.

The Naga Guards were still advancing, and the fronts of the three units of the Highland Infantry broke like a thin layer of paper. The Tier III army showed crushing strength when confronted with the Tier I army. Broad saw Nagar's Guards empty the human soldiers in front of them almost instantly, while Nagar in the back row was removing the second short spear from behind in a uniform movement.

This is the last picture he saw in his life.

...

There was a mess in the forest, and the bodies of human soldiers nailed to the ground were everywhere.

Sani looked up, and Brando and he probably talked about the formation of the Black Blade. At present, they defeated about half of the human group, but this was enough.

"Collect the clan's body and clean the battlefield. We retreat!" It immediately ordered in Naga to all his subordinates. Brando did not intend to engage in too much entanglement with the Black Blade on these two hills. The non-commissioned officers and students of the King's Knights Academy originally planned to turn this place into a ground meat battlefield, but in his view, the meat meat battle It's a really uneconomical thing.

But give up these two hills. Can the central position really hold up ...

Sani could not help flashing a little doubt in the scorched yellow vertical pupils.

Viscount Finn rushed to Mount Velek and saw exactly such a hellish sight. Within a quarter of an hour, the Highland Infantry Second Group lost five full units. The four centurions, who were surrounded by the lions of Toquinin in Toas, had not suffered such a terrible loss.

And although the Cavaliers captain vowed to assure them that they had finally defeated the enemies—those with gray fins—against the hill after experiencing an uphill battle. But Finn wasn't stupid. He clearly saw that Naga had taken the initiative to retreat, otherwise his men wouldn't even grab a body?

Forget it.

The viscount gritted his teeth. In short, he just had to complete the task. He would not take the initiative to admit punishment to the Earl for these insignificant reasons. "Clean the battlefield immediately and return our victory to Earl Vitokin!" Finn ordered fiercely .

He couldn't help raising his head to look at the middle of the battlefield, feeling a little uneasy in his heart, and the battle was too weird. Why did those Naga take the initiative to abandon the highlands?

Almost the same scene is happening on Machenko on the other side of the battlefield. Baron Constantin was almost unbelievably watching the 'Pseudo White Lion Legion' and the young non-commissioned officers and students who almost completely defeated his column.

"They retreated?"

"Martha is above, are you protecting us in heaven?"

"Thank you ...!" Baron Constantine lay weakly on the ground, almost crying.

Almost the first time Viscount von Dogning received the news that Machenko and Villerko were captured, at that moment he finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although some trouble was encountered, the victory was finally in sight.

"His Royal Highness Princess really intends to abandon the highlands to the south. Do you intend to attract the main forces of the coalition to attack the central positions? Want to cover the left and right wings? No, this should be trying to lure the enemy deeper ... it is arrogant."

Numerous thoughts flashed through his mind, but his eyes gradually became fanatical and belligerent. However, since the princess party dared to expose the weaknesses to the front, how could they easily let go, the other party foolishly believed that their central position was indestructible, but Viscount Dougning did not think that the personal soldiers under Count Odin could be trusted.

"The delusion of destroying the opponent in one blow is fine."

He raised his spear.

The horn sounds long.

...

The whining horn sounded again. The northern coalition is no longer advancing layer by layer. Instead, it seemed as if the whole thing moved, because both Machenko and Villerko fell into the hands of the enemy, so this time they could finally unfold completely on the front.

Coming from three sides, Count Vitokin finally invested more than four columns. The black squattered army formed a torrent flowing across the mountains, but this torrent was going up against the river, launching an attack from the riverbanks, streams, forests, and mountains.

Banners were walking in the wind, and the spattered explosions of the disintegrating crystals seemed to be drowned in the sea of ​​people.

At this moment everyone could not help but pale, the enemy was too many. After losing the Machenko and Villerko mountains, whether the central position can be held firmly by three sides is an answer without any doubt.

Just rely on those private soldiers?

Brando's face was finally nervous. He wasn't worried whether his plan would be flawed, but he was worried that the personal soldiers under Count Odin would be able to withstand the huge psychological pressure, and if they broke down, it would be all over. But he has only one chance, and he must attract the enemy's main force here.

"Hold on to me--"

Brando shouted in his heart, but unconsciously pulled out his sword. Although he has not yet met the enemy, he already feels that the square of the aristocratic personal soldiers has begun to crumble, and can no longer wait, and morale must be stabilized. He held up the sword of the earth, and the ‘bahamut grip’ on his arm had the ability to transform itself as well as the game, perfectly blending with the sky blue earth armor. The metal armour looks like a blue dragon's paw and looks majestic.

Behind him--

In the bow and arrow positions on the hillside, the noble archer finally waited for the order. At the same time, they drew their arrows from the quiver behind them, and opened their long bows. The arrows' arrow clusters have been removed and replaced by shiny grey crystals.

Bess looked at the longbowmen and shook her head, her movements were slow and not standard. These aristocratic personal soldiers are really useless, and the number is too small. More than half of the more than 1,000 archers are still 'temporarily transferred'. Can these people really play a role?

She was skeptical.

However, the commander himself said that as long as they could shoot their arrows into the enemy's array, it was enough. Bess looked at the black coalition forces under the mountain, thinking that it was not difficult, and that she didn't need to aim at all.

"ready--"

She also opened the shale longbow in her hand.

"Shoot--!"

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