Chapter 687

Before entering the land of Boye, Loren had a question in his heart, that is, the Centaur

What does it look like?

But the problem soon became nothing.

Under the flag of the golden lion on a black background, everyone tightened their strings; Eckert clenched the handle of his sword across his side, and guy angert gnashed his teeth and sat uneasy; Pretending to be relaxed, Lord bosiwar of looking up peak kept touching the machete on his saddle.

Ruthen and McAfee, who were escorted by the black haired wizard with different faces, were bloodless. The little wizard who clenched his lower lip pressed the bow string with his right hand and hid behind the three.

Thick smoke swept from the horizon, and the tremor of the earth became more and more obvious. Even Lien Chan's horses began to hiss uneasily.

The strong grass swept by the strong wind will be crushed by countless cavalry in the next second; The bleak Eagle roared across the sky, dividing the grassland into two and turning it into a battlefield.

On one side is the array as quiet as a rock, on the other is the billowing waves of smoke and dust.

Yes, it's huge waves.

The indistinct and indistinct sound of the waves swept from the end of the horizon, and the continuous sound beat the earth under your feet; Countless shadows are wrapped in the rolling smoke and dust, filling the junction between the sky and the earth with black.

The tremor of the earth is more and more obvious, louder and louder, stronger and faster!

The violent tremor was not only the heartbeat, but also the blood began to tremble, and the internal organs were shaky!

The roar and howl mingled with the wind; The cry from the deep throat was low and full of power, like a heavy hammer beating an anvil.

In the array, there was still no movement from Byrne's knights; The knights with shields and guns were silent; The heavy square array in the back row is in the strong wind. It continues to array slowly, and it is like a ghost.

The count of Eckert, who stood with his sword, was still motionless. On the other hand, count bosiwar touched the handle more and more frequently. He kept glancing at Eckert and Loren, and his nervous eyes seemed to be unable to stop for a moment.

Forced to be calm, Loren looked straight ahead, cautiously calculating the number of enemies.

A thousand, or two thousand, or more?

The battlefield is too wide. Using "spiritual horizon" here is of no use except to interfere with one's own attention; Everything should be judged by their first feeling and what they see in front of them.

This is not the first time he has experienced a battlefield on such a scale - in the ancient wood forest, in the blood skeleton Valley, in the glacial wasteland... Panic and fear can no longer interfere with him.

But this time it's different.

He is no longer the leader of only a hundred people, no longer the escort of his Royal Highness the prince in the army, and no longer an adventurer who wants to escape desperately in front of thousands of troops to get a chance of life;

He was the Duke of Byrne, the supreme commander of the cavalry Corps behind him, and the spiritual pillar of all of them.

His judgment is not about the lives of himself or his friends, but the lives of thousands of people. It will determine whether these people who trust themselves or hesitate can leave this boundless green sea alive.

The tremor continued without stopping.

Countless figures rolled and roared towards the front of the queue.

"Bosival." Eckert suddenly stabbed his eyes at the count of qiaowang peak, and his voice was as deep as thunder:

"Tear them up!"

Count bosival, who was suddenly "named", seemed to have just woke up and trembled all over; He twitched his throat hard, and the corners of his eyes burst out.

"Dang --!"

The bright machete was raised over his head, and bosiwar, who was grinning at the corners of his mouth, showed his eyes wildly, licked the corners of his mouth and shouted:

"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Turin

Tear them up -!!! "

In the roar of hoarseness, countless hoofs beat the earth, and the Knights of three flags in the front row stabbed their flag guns into the sky at the same time.

The next moment, they moved.

The roar and roar of the sky echoed in my ears, and the cavalry wielding heavy silver guns poured out from the Golden Lion Flag on a black background and lined up to rush at the oncoming waves.

The earth trembles like thunder!

On the battlefield, two thick smoke rolled up collided head-on. Neither side wanted to stop, so they rushed straight at the opposite side.

"I said... They just rushed over?"

McAfee was stunned, lowered his voice and said to himself, "why should there be thousands of Centaur bastards opposite? They rushed up with more than 100 people?"

As soon as his voice fell, he saw Lucian turning his head and looking at him with very complex eyes.

"You... Haven't seen how Byrne Knights fight?"

"No, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, but you may not have heard of this sentence..." the frowning gray pupil turned his eyes to the front and clenched his back teeth nervously:

"Within 200 steps, even the 'black wall' dare not touch the edge of Byrne's cavalry gun!"

Two hundred steps, only in the blink of an eye!

The next second, a whole line of Byrne knights had rushed into the enemy's array.

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit.

At that moment, he saw the Knights put their long guns flat, put them under their arms, and then roared at the dark figure in front and rushed in directly;

He saw a whole row of dark figures falling "neatly" in front of the gun tip, trampled by countless horseshoes;

He saw count bosival, who was wielding a saber, laughing. The saber held high above his head kept waving left and right, and cleaved straight at the oncoming enemy.

One by one, the huge figures rushing to him seemed to take the initiative to send his head and neck to bosiwar's knife and let him chop it.

No howling, no wailing; In the surging smoke and dust, the Byrne Knights arranged in a row burst into it from the front like a deserted place, and the figures in front of them fell one by one.

The earth trampled by horse's hooves is full of corpses and rivers of blood.

The just unstoppable huge waves were torn apart in an instant, and the roaring and roaring could not stop the collapsed array and the situation completely reversed.

Hundreds or even thousands of arrays were scattered in situ by more than 100 knights, with no spare power to fight back.

McAfee, his subordinate, was stunned; Even Lucian, who had just explained for him, opened his eyes, and his gray pupils were filled with incredible expressions.

The Countess of Eckert did not change his expression, and the count of angert even spat, as if he was very dissatisfied with the performance of bosiwar, a "little young man".

Loren looked at the scene calmly and looked at each other coldly.

This is the wrist of the knight country.

This is the strength of Byrne, which makes the Empire fear and do everything possible to split it, but finally has to compromise with it.

More than a hundred knights can charge and even defeat enemies several times their own; And when this number is multiplied by ten or even hundreds, when thousands or even tens of thousands of heavy Knights appear on the plain

That is the torrent, which can destroy everything and smash everything.

In the chaos, the roaring figure scattered under the flag gun, but quickly began to gather on both wings; Like a wave split from the center, it gave way to the charging knights and did not meet their edge.

The charging Knights also had no entanglement and no plan to separate troops to pursue; Just keep pushing as far as possible and turn all the enemies who have no time to escape into sacrifices under their guns.

Like bosival said... Tear them up.

The billowing smoke divided into two wings quickly spread out the array, bypassed the front, and rushed in a more loose formation from left to right in the direction of Loren.

The flying Golden Lion Flag on a black background is their goal.

The infantry square was still in a leisurely formation, and the cavalry in the back row had slowly come forward and began to move towards the front of the queue; The Rangers scattered on both wings also stopped one after another, waiting for orders.

Count Eckert turned his head and looked calmly at the expressionless black haired Wizard:

"Duke..."

The staring Lorraine nodded slightly. He believed the judgment of the man in front of him, grabbed the handle of the gun and raised the Golden Lion Flag on a black background with one hand:

"Attack --!"