Chapter 781

Brandon and Eckhardt de sallion, the former cabinet of the heavenly palace, sat facing each other, with their bright red eyes either nervous or indifferent looking at the chessboard placed in the center of them.

Thirty two sons, sixty-four squares, each holding black and white.

The expression of "disgraced Prince" with round pupils has completely lost the randomness of the past, and the tension is almost in a trance; The fiery red hair was wet and sticky on the forehead, and the beads of sweat on the temples were still sliding from both sides of the cheeks.

The air is as oppressive and heavy as substance.

From the beginning of the joke, to later become more and more serious; Brandon knew that his father was absolutely serious - if he lost, he would be as merciless as killing himself on a chessboard.

Today is the 100th game between two people... And the last game.

As of yesterday, his "brilliant achievements" were zero wins, 99 defeats... All complete defeats.

It's impossible to win!

Akhat II, his great father, his chess is not... Not chess, but he has already seen through himself. As soon as he raises his hand, he can know his ideas, tactics and layout.

With a chessboard of 64 squares and a complete defeat of 99 innings, I can't see the dawn of victory.

"Are you ready?" the urging voice of akhat II sounded in my ears: "I only give you half a day... If you exceed the time limit, you will abstain."

"Mettner is outside the door. He will open the door at noon, and I will tell him to deprive you of all your rights and march on the green sea!"

Lifting his head hard, Brandon gasped heavily, but he still raised the corners of his mouth unconvinced and collapsed word by word from his teeth:

"Let's go!"

"Very good!"

Eckhardt's sudden determination made Brandon tremble. In a trance, he only saw the vigorous right hand rising and falling.

The next second, the White Knight knocked down heavily on the chessboard.

"Pa --!"

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"Kill -- -- --!!"

The cry from heaven and earth echoed on the open prairie with countless cavalry beating; The surging torrent rolled up waves of black waves with a momentum like a rainbow.

Just as the traditional heavy infantry in plain and hilly areas compete with each other with shield walls and spear arrays; Fighting on the grassland also follows some ancient "law of war" derived from grassland hunting.

The first to meet the enemy is always the light cavalry, who move towards the enemy's two wings, constantly harass and encircle the enemy's mobile space, and test the enemy's virtual and real length;

Or use bows, arrows and guns to constantly shoot down the enemy's effective forces, forcing the enemy to launch a general attack first, and then "seduce" the enemy's elite main force, which is forced to go out to meet the enemy, and then encircle and annihilate it.

The party who controls the mobility of the two wings can have the largest mobility space in the whole war - for the grassland battlefield, it is no different from the highland when infantry fight against each other and the upper air outlet when warships fight. Almost once the war starts, he can take the initiative and absolute advantage.

This complex and simple tactic is almost engraved in the bones of the people on the back of Boyi horses. Naturally, it is also the first choice of Archduke Laslo Varna.

So at the command, five thousand elite Hussars on both wings came out at the same time and charged towards the left and right army of the Centaur army.

However, as a member of the great green sea, the natural cavalry, the Centaur Khan chakar, of course, can not fail to understand the intention of Archduke Varna.

Hidden in the billowing smoke of the Centaur army, two "torrents" also rushed out with unstoppable momentum and terrible howls.

Without warning or any order, Boyi Hussars and Centaur warriors accelerated and rushed at each other.

"Kill them all, pay with blood --!!"

"Kill all the hateful two legged people -!!"

In the roaring sound of iron cavalry, the cavalry of both sides almost took out their war bows and throwing guns, stretched bows and arrows one after another, and then there were hundreds of "dark shadows", and the bleak roar disappeared into each other's queue in an instant.

"Poof poof!"

One after another screams rang out, and constantly howling centaurs and Hussars who fell silent disappeared from their respective queues; Then he was trodden by countless iron riders and quietly turned into ragged meat.

In contrast, the Centaur warriors fell to the ground significantly more - except for throwing spears, the Centaur's arrows almost fell on the Hussars' shields; And even if the arrows failed, as long as they were not straight or hit the key, most of them were stuck in the cavalry's armor.

Behind Boye, there is a principality of Byrne that can support her at no cost; The Centaur has only one dwarf fortress to supply, plus the "black cross" serliol who treats them as consumables.

In serlior's eyes, both silver helmet mountain dwarves and centaurs are just tools that can be used. Providing supplies has been considered "too much consideration". How can they bother to consider their armed forces?

The horses' hooves staggered one after another, and the arrows and rifles of both sides poured on each other like rain; The billowing smoke and dust kept leaving a large area of blood red.

After the bow and arrow projection, both sides did not choose to walk around and fight, but threw away the war bow in their hands at the same time, roared, pulled out the saber and spear, and directly started the charge!

At a distance of 80 steps, the two torrents approached in an instant and roared and collided with each other.

"Kill all the people with two feet --!"

At the moment of close combat, the first Centaur wielding an axe rushed directly into the formation of Boyi Hussars; The axe blade of the roaring wind hit the shield of the Hussars directly; With the fragmentation of the shield was the whining of the broken arms of the hussars, as well as the most pitiful roar:

"Blood for blood --!"

The bright saber swept out of thin air. When the saber fell, it splashed a blood light. The ferocious face of the Centaur took off into the air with the head, and fell to the ground with the exhausted Hussars at the same time.

The roaring hoofs passed, and there were no more of them; The galloping torrent of iron riders has mixed into one, and they can no longer divide each other.

Interspersed, hunting, encirclement and suppression, raid... Thousands of centaurs and boa Hussars were hanged together on the two wings of the battlefield, constantly rushing back and forth between the enemy and their own ranks.

In the fierce impact, the formation of both sides has completely collapsed, but they are still trying to bypass the front and raid each other's wings; Countless Hussars and centaurs broke through from the center again and again, then made a detour to the left and right, and then ran into the opposite enemy, so they fought with the new enemy

Continuous strangulation has turned the two wings of the whole battlefield into slaughterhouses; The green grass has become a "pond" of flesh and blood!

If such a battle continues, it will not have any results, let alone determine the ownership of mobility, but completely lock the edge of the battlefield; Before the end of this bloody fight, neither side can bypass the two wings to attack the enemy's back.

However, the two sides who killed the red eyes have no energy to consider these... Whether the centaur or Boyi's horseback people, they just want to continue to kill, kill more and kill them all!

Archduke Laszlo Varna, who was firmly in front of the battle, almost watched 10000 boa Hussars turn into corpses, beat back the generals who wanted to support the two wings six times in succession, and stood still from beginning to end.

The two wings of the two sides are connected, and the battlefield has been formed. Both he and the half man Martha Khan can only decide between the two wings. No amount of troops can lay a wider front than this.

In this way, the powerful mobility of the Centaur cavalry and the strength advantage of more than 20000 people have been completely wiped out!

As for the 10000 hussars, in the eyes of Laslo Varna, there are already 10000 dead... Unless the wings collapse, it is a waste to invest in any army.

I've fallen down and wielded the first knife in this battle; Now it's your turn, Centaur barbarian!

Come on, show me your skills and let me have a good look. How do you want to fight and why do you want to win me?!

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"Chariot?"

Calmly looking at the chessboard on the table, Eckhart II gently pinched the pieces in his hand: "just at the beginning, can't wait to put in the trump card?"

"Just because it has just begun... My dear father's majesty." wipe the cold sweat off his forehead and put the sunny smile on Brandon's face again:

"When it comes to the middle of the market, a mere chariot can't scare people."

Facing his little son with a brilliant smile, his majesty is still unsmiling indifference.

"What's more, it's up to the player to decide which of the 16 pieces is the trump card." Brandon, with his white teeth exposed and the corners of his mouth hooked up, played with the black chess chariot in his hand:

"My view is that there is no trump card difference between chess pieces - it is absolutely worth losing 14 pieces to give a military chess a chance to be a general."

"So there is only one trump card, that is victory, the chess of the general!"

The voice will fall, "pa!" a black chess chariot knocked off the white chess soldiers in the way.

Eckhardt picked his eyebrows and looked at the uninhibited blood pupils with red eyes. "You mean... Even Wang Qi can give up?"

"No, no, no, no... Dear father, please don't set up such a language trap for the poor son?" Brandon shrugged his shoulders with a long breath:

"It should be that 'even chess players' can give up - I'm a young bad child. Bad children like to play games, and we hate games that don't bring in a sense!"

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"Duke!"

Halin van achmai's exclamation sounded in his ears, but Laslo Varna was still calm: "don't be nervous, master achmai, I see."

With that, the old man stared at the other end of the battlefield - I don't know when all the soldiers in the front of the Centaur army array had been replaced by heavy "knights" with leather armor, and came towards the Boyi army array with a heavy roar.

Even across the whole battlefield, Archduke Varna could see the appearance of these heavy centaurs. Their armor was all from the hands of dwarves, even better than the bain knight armor equipped by silver cavalry;

Heavy dwarf Tower Shield, fine steel forged cavalry halberd, and fully armed armor... Tens of thousands of heavy centaurs glitter in the sun.

A whole 10000 heavy knights, more than Boyle!

Don't look at the "only" 10000. If this heavy Centaur makes a complete charge, the whole Boyi army array will collapse and fall apart in an instant.

Archduke Varna experienced the "black Duke" era and witnessed the Byrne legend countless times. How can he not know what the power of heavy cavalry charge is?

"It seems that our opponent is very impatient... If he wants to go all out, he will completely crush our resistance in one charge." it is obviously extremely critical, but Archduke Varna is still light:

"In that case, let's live up to the good intentions of the Centaur barbarian, let his gamble lose all his money and break his backbone!"

"Duke, please let me go!" count Seth Bukhara, the commander of the silver Armored Cavalry of Archduke Varna, stood up, and his eyes twinkled with endless killing intention on his dignified face:

"For you, for Boye... And for my dead family, your silver cavalry will live up to public expectations and use these 10000 corpses to frighten centaurs and barbarians."

"After all, there is only one more powerful and elite cavalry that can completely defeat one cavalry!"

Looking at count braha, who was expressionless but angry in his words, master Halin van achamay showed some anxiety on his face.

Is it really an appropriate decision to let count braha, who has just experienced the pain of losing his wife and son, face the elite of the enemy?

"No, No." after hesitating for more than ten seconds, Archduke Varna still chose to refuse.

"I don't let you go because I don't believe you, braha. You should know that I treat you as a grandson." Laszlo Varna sighed: "but silver armor is our bottom card. You are too important to be used at the most critical moment."

Count braha bowed his head respectfully, but he couldn't help gripping his teeth.

"What's more, once you suffer heavy casualties, who should I rely on to frighten 100000 Hussars and make them obey?" Archduke Varna shook his head: "let the infantry go up, rub off the enemy's edge, and press these barbarians on the ground and beat them hard."

"Master asamai, please give orders again - all infantry turn defensive into offensive, move forward according to the square array, push the line to the middle of the battlefield and give them some color!"

"Yes!" he nodded vigorously. Master asamai temporarily took up the responsibility of a messenger, and his voice was as thick as a bugle:

"Square array - forward -!!!"

The rapid and loud sound of the horn continued and spread all over the army in an instant.