Chapter 783

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The "fire rain" falling from the sky, accompanied by a loud noise, rolled up flames and heat waves in the middle of the battlefield.

The trembling earth sent out the most miserable wail in the continuous roar.

"Crazy, that madman --"

The gaping Archduke Laszlo Varna's eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at the "meteors" like a storm across the sky, falling scattered in every corner of the center of the battlefield, blooming one after another "flame flowers" stained with blood red.

The whole battlefield was ravaged by the ruthless "fire rain" of centaurs; The dense and terrible barrage can cover a large area in an instant, and the bloody grassland will explode and overturn in an instant; The soldiers who were hit had no time to shout, but they had been torn into charred pieces by air waves and stone cannons.

From the deafening bombardment and explosion, tens of thousands of square infantry who had begun to retreat slowly fell into chaos. The soldiers panicked in the dazzling fire and continuous explosion. Because the loud noise was completely deaf, they didn't even know who to listen to.

Under such continuous and large-scale bombardment; Even the orderly retreat of the hundred troops was also heavy casualties; The square infantry and Hussars who completely collapsed and fled in all directions were constantly hanged by the Centaurs who were also in the "fire hell".

Countless screams also sounded one after another, including hussars, square infantry and centaurs.

This is a matter of course... With a full distance of 500 steps and no qualified (at least the level of a small wizard) shooter, the enemy's projection and bombardment can not be aimed, but can only be indiscriminate bombardment.

In other words, the Great Khan of the Centaur... He planned to take 10000 elite and heavy centaurs as sacrifices to completely destroy the 40000 infantry square of the Boyi army.

Madman, what a complete madman!

Even if Archduke Varna was also a commander who could coldly watch his soldiers die in order to win, he was completely shocked by this almost crazy move.

But before he could be shocked, Archduke Varna thought of another more terrible situation.

Once the phalanx of long guns breaks up completely, it will inevitably directly impact on the front of the Boyi army - Desperate troops, fire rain, and centaurs

Next, I'm afraid that the bleak defeat will be repeated again.

Absolutely not!!!!

"Seth Bukhara --!"

Gritting his teeth, Archduke Varna burst out the name from between his teeth.

"Yes!" the expressionless count braha suddenly lowered his head, with Infinite War in his eyes.

"Do you want revenge? Do you want to make a contribution?!"

"Yes!"

"Then I'll give you this chance!" he grabbed the flagpole directly from the cavalry behind him, and Archduke Varna pushed the horse machete flag into his arms:

"Take five thousand silver Armored Cavalry to tear up the battlefield and rush to smash the enemy's pile of scrap iron; cut off the head of the Centaur Khan, otherwise don't come to see me!"

"Obey orders!"

Count braha rushed to the silver cavalry with his horse. His long sword came out of its scabbard and roared.

"Warriors of the green sea, attack with me!"

At the next moment, five thousand silver cavalry roared; The charge was launched under the order.

"Duke, is this really appropriate?" the dignified Halin van ashmai said anxiously: "the battle of destroying the projection position is usually completed by Hussars and Rangers; and count braha is alone, I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, I believe him!" Archduke Varna coldly interrupted him: "Seth braha, he has this ability; the harder the battle, the more he can show his ability."

"What's more, in addition to the silver cavalry, which army can withstand the fire and rain, tear up the battlefield and rush into the enemy array regardless of everything?" the indifferent Laszlo Varna said faintly:

"Apart from Seth braha, who can carry out my orders without fear of death?"

Halin van achmai was silent, and he was not allowed to interfere in matters related to the internal affairs of the principality.

He also knew that the Duke was right - only the silver cavalry who were absolutely loyal to the Varna family and the count Seth braha from the side branch could perform this "death mission" without fear of life and death.

The rest of the army may have dispersed before they rushed to the enemy's front - war is not a chess game, nor are soldiers chess pieces; Every soldier has his own thoughts and emotions.

"The infantry phalanx has no time to retreat. We must end the chaos as soon as possible and stabilize the front... Indiscriminate bombardment with catapults proves that the barbarian has nothing to do; as long as we stabilize the front, we will win." Archduke Varna, who regained his calm, said in a deep voice and turned to Halin van achamay:

"The life and death of 40000 square array infantry will be up to you, master asamai - even if they are destined to die in battle, let them stick to the moment of victory!"

This time, Halin van achamay didn't say anything, silently raised his short handled hammer wand, waved the war flag and rushed to the battlefield burned by fire and rain.

"Blood for blood --!!"

In the light and roar of the fire, under the leadership of Seth braha, 5000 silver cavalry stormed into the battlefield - the heavy centaurs caught in the scuffle had no time to respond, and the front had been torn to pieces!

The silver cavalry braved the fire and rain, and directly washed out a chaotic battlefield; The endless flood of silver armor was like a rainbow, and launched an unstoppable raid directly on the projection position of the Centaur army.

Obviously, such a strong heavy cavalry could not be undetected. The two wings of the continuous army immediately rushed out of two teams of Centaur warriors, waving rifles and long axes to stop them.

But braha didn't care. He didn't even look at it.

He knew the meaning of the order given to him by Duke Varna.

Destroy the projection position? It's cutting through the army formation of centaurs and letting them disperse all the way!

Only such an order is worthy of sending out all the silver Armored Cavalry and letting the five thousand loyal Boyi Knights die!

At this point, the thinking of Boyi and Centaur reached a level of incomparable "tacit understanding" - bet the biggest card, bet the most ferocious offensive, break the backbone of the enemy at one time, and never turn over.

"Raise your gun --!"

Braha shouted, the silver cavalry immediately gave up their bows and arrows, put down their long guns and accelerated their charge, and rushed faster and faster.

The intercepted Centaur warriors fought fiercely, and launched a surprise attack on the roaring heavy cavalry.

The power of the throwing gun from the dwarf forging process is extremely amazing. One after another, the charging heavy cavalry screamed and fell to the ground; But Seth braha still didn't slow down, clamp the long gun and attack directly.

"Charge --!"

Bang!

In the terrible noise, the intercepted Centaur warriors were severely hit from the front by the silver armor cavalry.

The sound of the broken spear resounded through the sky!

At the next moment, the seemingly dense Centaur warrior front melted like ice and snow in the sun.

Under the "wall charging" of Boyi silver armor cavalry, these centaurs repeated the scene staged in the battlefield not long ago, but the roles were changed.

The brave Centaur warriors had no chance to resist. They were torn in the chest, smashed in the head and ran through the trunk

Then it was submerged under the iron hooves of the silver cavalry.

In the frightening roar, the bloody silver Armored Cavalry roared like a fierce ghost; The Byrne Knight's heavy sword kept waving, harvesting the lives of all the Centaurs who dared to stand in front of them.

This is the elite heavy knight, the absolute king of the prairie!

"Charge, rush over and let them pay for their blood!"

Waving the saber in his hand, count Seth braha, whose armor was broken, roared and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Today is a good day to die -!"

Without any fancy or affectation, he rushed into the waiting Centaur army with decisive eyes.

On the other side of the battlefield, with the timely arrival of Halin van achmai and the finally stopped projection and bombardment, the collapse of the long gun array was finally curbed; Gradually, they began to gather the defeated scattered soldiers and reorganize their positions at the back of the battlefield.

Although master asamai is not a real commander, his experience is not generally rich.

He knew that in addition to being completely frightened, most of the routed soldiers on the battlefield were scattered because of the organizational system of the team. He didn't know who to listen to, so he had to choose to run for his life.

So waving the battle flag, he first summoned the first to retreat and the army with a complete system; Then, with them as the core, they continue to gather the defeated soldiers and organize defensive positions in situ. At the same time, they continue to send cavalry holding machetes and horse flags to boost the morale of the soldiers, and shoot all deserters with bows and arrows at the same time.

With such means of intimidation and encouragement, the vast majority of infantry have finally stabilized and will not be defeated on the whole line; Then, with the long gun array as the core, he began to step on the drum again and began to advance to the battlefield.

As the infantry gradually stabilized, the balance of the battlefield once again tilted towards the Boyi army; After the miserable fire rain, the casualties were heavy. Almost everyone's wounded spear array restored morale, and the pupils were filled with anger.

There were ten large square formations, and tens of thousands of square infantry set up their long guns and shields, dressed in sweat soaked armor and shouting aggressive slogans, and launched an attack on the Centaur army.

Victory or not, only in an instant!

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No.

Very bad!

Whatever the reason, his father's words did have an impact on Brandon... The momentum that was hard to shape and can confront him on an equal footing was pressed down in an instant.

The confrontation on the chessboard is, to put it bluntly, a game between two human forces; The mood, the sadness and joy of the atmosphere, and even the momentum... Are the most direct subjective determinants.

Clenching his thumb nail, Brandon stared at the chessboard with wide eyes and became more and more nervous.

It seems that both sides have come and gone, and both have lost a lot of pieces; But in fact, every attack will be completely resolved by his father within two or three steps, and even the dilemma of not finding a chess game.

In each round of confrontation, the number of pieces on the chessboard is reduced; Before long, I really "have no chess to play".

What should I do?

"Watch the time," his majesty Eckhardt II said faintly, "there is still a quarter of an hour left."

In an instant, Brandon fell into an ice cave!

Looking at those always calm and plain eyes, Brandon seemed to hear his heartbeat.

What should I do? What should I do?

... even if we eat Wang Qi, it can't cause any harm to us

The cold hair stands up, the heart beats faster, and the mood is tense.

... to compete on the chessboard, you must not limit your thinking to the chessboard, but should be detached from the chessboard

Clutching the pieces in his hand, Brandon kept his head down... He didn't want his father to see his face at the moment.

Fear, impulse, hesitation... All kinds of difficult and complex expressions constantly flash on the pale face.

At this moment, Brandon had a bold idea.

"And... Less than a quarter of an hour."

The voice of words sounded again.

Brandon breathed a sigh of relief.

Put down the chess piece and press your hands on the chessboard.

"Bang --!!"

The expressionless emperor raised his head, looked blandly through the chessboard overturned into the air, through the scattered pieces falling from the air, and looked at Brandon's eyes full of determination.

"Pa --!"

The chessboard fell on the table again. Brandon, who closed his mouth tightly, picked up his king chess and knocked it in the center of the chessboard.

"Father..." desperately suppressed the trembling in his voice, and the expressionless Brandon forced himself to be calm:

"General."

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Ikhat II ignored his son's words, and his pupils were still looking at his son's face.

"You don't think that by doing so, I can admit that you win..."

Before he finished, Brandon had silently raised his left hand, and a cold light appeared from under his sleeve.

"I see, so you've already prepared?"

"A small souvenir from a wizard consultant who is very skillful in his hands. He gave it to me before he left." Brandon said faintly, as if he were saying something like "what to eat for dinner":

"There are guards outside the door, and there may be royal guards or night watchmen in the room, but... They won't have time before this crossbow goes through your neck."

"What about the consequences?" the emperor continued, "have you considered the consequences of things?"

"No, I don't think about it."

The next second, Brandon's face showed a childlike smile again: "the victory or defeat of a hundred games... Finally, I surpassed the chess game and defeated you."

"The rest is the game between me and my dear Royal brother Connaught."

"And you... Are out!"