Chapter 784

The fire was burning and the blood was red.

At the moment when the five thousand silver Armored Cavalry entered the Centaur array, the whole battlefield was immediately torn apart and chaotic; With the gradual advance of the infantry array, the Centaur army in charge of interception on the battlefield has been completely frightened, and the pig and the wolf run at a loss.

After the projection position was destroyed, the main force of the Centaur army went up to the four flags, especially the ChiYan flag and hankong flag, and they still fought bravely, curbing the momentum of the silver armour cavalry charge.

When he could not tear apart the enemy array, Seth braha had to choose to break through; But he was greeted by guns from all directions - the Centaurs seemed to have completely ignored their own life and death. In order to shoot a silver Armored Cavalry, they even dared to shoot directly from behind their robes.

On the chaotic battlefield, there are silver Armored Cavalry falling and dying. Similarly, the bloody count of braha can only bite his teeth, pull out the javelin through his ribs, shout hard, and gather more cavalry around him as much as possible.

However, just as the Boyi are well aware of the threat of those heavy centaurs, the Centaurs are also well aware of the terrible consequences once the silver armor warriors break through.

Tens of thousands of red flame flag and hankong flag centaurs, just like the same blood brave boa Hussars before, stubbornly blocked the charge of silver armor cavalry from the front.

After a series of tragic collisions, centaurs are constantly knocked off, or chopped off and broken by the knight's sword; There are also silver Armored Cavalry dragged off their horses, which are trampled into meat and mud under the hoofs of both sides.

But that's enough. That's enough.

Seth braha, who was bleeding all over and still struggling to charge, thought so.

Only five thousand silver cavalry holding two of the four banners of a half man horse is enough to reverse the strength comparison on the battlefield... And when the Central Military array is contained, the enemy's forces that can be put into the battlefield will be extremely limited.

As long as he perseveres, Duke Laszlo Varna can win the war.

He knew that he was going to die with these five thousand brothers; Since it is death, it must be valuable to die. Pave the road to victory with blood, flesh and bones.

Even if... You want to lose your life!

"Warriors of the green sea, charge with me --!"

Count braha, with his ferocious expression to the extreme, threw away the broken heavy spear in his hand and took the long knife out of the scabbard; With a knife in his hand, he rushed to his Centaur with an axe, and his head fell to the ground.

"Let them pay with blood --!"

At the same time, the defeated Centaur army regrouped and rushed into the battlefield to fight with boy's long gun array; And constantly trying to bypass the front and tear the front line of the Boyi army.

At first, the phalanx of long guns could barely cope, but there were more and more enemies, and they were more and more fierce and fearless of death; More than a dozen or even dozens of centaurs wielding long handled axes can directly attack the gun array in the front and die together with the infantry, but also tear a gap.

After losing nearly half of the Legion's troops in succession, Halin van achamay had to order the phalanx to stabilize its position and stop attacking.

After all, this Alchemist is not the real commander. There is no Archduke Varna who can watch the soldiers die... What's more, the phalanx line that can continue to advance has become the key to stabilizing the victory and can't afford the loss at all.

With the stagnation of the front battlefield, the whole war situation also began to enter a stalemate stage; Just as the phalanx infantry began to stabilize their positions, the main body of the Hussars of the Boyi army also began to move forward, charging from the gap between the phalanx and the two wings, gradually and steadily defeating the enemy's front army.

With the help of a stable military line, Archduke Laszlo Varna was able to gradually continue to shrink the battlefield and squeeze the living space of the Centaur army, so that they didn't even have the slightest range of maneuver except to rush forward.

Originally a mobile war that should be dominated by cavalry, it turned into a positional war of attack and annihilation - and the square infantry with poor appearance and uneven strength became the top priority of the war.

As long as the Centaur army can't break through the spear array, they can't cause substantive damage to the Boyi army; If you want to break through the square array, you must attack both wings, but in this way, you will encounter the main body of BoA's Hussars.

Yes, it's a dead cycle.

This is the real layout of Laszlo Varna... Centaur barbarians can't imagine that as the leader of horseback people, they will use the tactics dominated by square infantry to fight this victory!

Ten thousand heavy centaurs died without a burial place; The costly projection weapon position was completely destroyed by the silver hussars, the elite main force was restrained, and the only remaining soldiers in the front could not break through the long gun array for another time.

Centaur barbarians, I really want to ask you face to face, excuse me

What are you going to win me?!

The sun, which hung high in the sky, gradually sank to the west, leaving a long shadow on Laszlo Varna's ferocious face;

As the war situation gradually entered anxiety, even the sound of fighting unconsciously sounded very tired; Heralds waving flags galloped on the battlefield to convey the battle situation at the forefront to Duke Boye's ears.

The advance of the front line also led to the continuous sending back of wounded soldiers from the front line. One after another screams and wails almost covered the cries and fighting voices of the distant battlefield;

But Laszlo Varna, who stands under the machete horse flag, still coldly looks at the battlefield full of smoke and blood, and coldly looks at the soldiers of both sides fighting on the bones of each other's robes, motionless from beginning to end.

He's waiting. He can't help waiting for the enemy.

The battle has been going on from morning to evening. The soldiers at the forefront of both sides have been fighting fiercely for no less than six or seven hours. Their physical strength and morale have reached the limit. The fighting troops and bodies are almost piled up on the whole battlefield. There is no more space to fill the new army.

In this tragic and peaceful fight, there is only one way to break the deadlock... Mobilize all the remaining troops and launch a full-scale attack.

But it is also like a gambler who bet the last chip on the gambling table. As long as he can't achieve the expected effect, or his offensive is blocked, he will face the counterattack of the enemy's new force.

So Laszlo Varna decided to wait until the enemy couldn't help it... After smashing the 5000 silver armor cavalry, he had no trump card to reverse the war, and the number of Hussars under his command was far less than that of centaurs.

So come on, you beast, come with me and give it a go.

At this moment

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

Like thunder on the flat ground, a centaur roared at the other end of the battlefield.

Archduke Varna's pupils contracted.

The roar of horse hoofs sounded with the continuous war howl, and the dense Centaur army like the ocean poured down like a flood breaking through the dam, and rushed unstoppably to the military line of the Boyi army.

On the battlefield in the distance, the bloody figure of silver Armored Cavalry has disappeared without a trace.

"Right now --!"

Laszlo Varna, who was very excited, was almost crazy. Excitedly, he raised the "iron horse" long knife, turned his horse's head and rushed behind him; Those who stayed there were 40000 Hussars who had been waiting for a whole day.

This elite who should have been in the battlefield for a long time was held down by him until this moment.

"Boyle's sons --!"

Archduke Varna's excited roar shook the Hussars and looked at the old and vigorous figure.

"The last strength of the enemy has rushed towards us. This is the last counterattack of the barbarians and their last struggle before they die. They want to scare us and defeat us with such momentum."

"Tell me, can they?"

"Can't --!!"

An unwilling and angry roar resounded through the sky.

"Now is the time for a showdown, now is the time to die for Boye!" holding up the long knife, Laszlo Varna tightened the reins, raised his front hoof and galloped in the direction of the battlefield:

"Boyi -- die with me --!"

"Blood for blood -- -- -- -- --!!"

At the next moment, all the boyans pulled out their sabers and ran towards the battlefield with the figure of Archduke Varna.

The last strength of the Boyi and the Centaur rushed to the battlefield and to each other without reservation.

Won.

Even if the opposite Centaur Khan still has 100000 soldiers in his hands, even if they can die like the elite centaurs before... It is doomed that it is impossible to reverse the war.

Because war has never been a number game. It has never been that whoever has more troops will win.

War is a game of confidence and advantage.

Who can always control the situation, who can make his army always believe that they are the party destined to win, who can make the soldiers fall to the ground and die, and don't forget to shout the battle... Whoever can win is the winner!

In this final offensive, the Centaur army blocked by the long gun array suddenly became fragmented, disorderly and fighting on their own; The Hussars took advantage of the situation to tear open one gap after another and drive straight in; The gap continues to expand, and then expand... Until the whole Centaur array is completely penetrated!

The Centaurs still don't have any posture of surrender or rout, even if the front collapses, they are still fighting desperately... But this is not enough to turn the war around.

Gradually, the battle turned from the initial confrontation into a one-sided massacre; The whole Centaur army was slaughtered, and the Hussars who rushed back and forth targeted the Centaur soldiers who began to turn and flee.

However, the almost palpable victory made a strange feeling come to the heart of Archduke Varna.

Something's wrong.

From the beginning to the end of the whole battle... He didn't see the flag of more than half of the man Martha Khan, let alone his figure.

Even at the last moment of charge, it didn't appear.

But how is that possible?

The commander of an army, a huge army of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, must be the most prominent one - otherwise, how should he make the soldiers summon up the courage to fight and command his army?

So why, why isn't the Centaur Khan on the battlefield?

Was he killed by a knight? Then why didn't the Centaur army collapse and even persist in fighting until now?

What the hell is this?!

"Duke! Duke --!!!"

There was a loud cry behind him. Raslo Varna turned around and saw the excited master asamai rushing towards him.

The next second, his eyes instinctively shrunk.

Although I didn't see it clearly, I could only vaguely detect it... There was an ominous omen, like a huge dark shadow approaching from the rear of the battlefield.

I see... Is it the enemy's ambush? I didn't really start until this moment, but why didn't my scouts before

"It's those elite heavy armor centaurs. They're alive again!!!!"

Struggling to suppress the trembling in his voice, master asamai, whose face was full of fear and shock, rushed directly to the Duke:

"I don't know how they did it, but those centaurs are not living things, but monsters distorted by the void. He... They are killing our soldiers!"

what?!

Archduke Varna's eyes opened the most.

Blood gushed, broken limbs broke and heads fell to the ground.

Just in the blink of an eye, the heavy "centaurs" who should have died were suddenly killed from behind. They were slaughtering the Boyi soldiers who were struggling to fight to death.

But no matter how hard they fight, even if they use sabers and long guns to penetrate the enemy's heart, these "monsters" can still continue to slaughter the collapsing front as if nothing had happened.

The whole rear line of the battlefield has been completely reduced to a slaughterhouse. With the shrill scream and terrible cry, one strange and ferocious shadow after another. The stumps and broken arms are "rolling" in the sea of corpses and blood like waves.

Until this moment, Laszlo Varna really saw the appearance of those terrible monsters.

When his eyes crossed the battlefield behind him, another dark figure appeared at the end of the horizon... Even if he couldn't see clearly, he immediately guessed who it was.

Great Khan of Centaur tribe, leader of ChiYan banner, chakar.

"Chakar -!!!"

Varna roared hoarsely, and his red eyes could not express his anger at the moment.

"Duke, Duke, we must retreat!" master asamai grabbed him and shouted desperately: "it's still time to retreat, otherwise once the enemy still hides an ambush, 100000 people in the whole army, including you, will really die without a place to bury!"

"Escape, where to escape?" however, Archduke Varna just stared at him fiercely: "now is the time for a showdown. Once we retreat, it will become a rout, and we really have no chance!"

After that, Laszlo Varna raised his "cavalry" long knife again and cried sadly:

"Boyle's sons - die with me!!!!!"

At the moment the voice fell, behind the Boyi army, countless terrible roars rang through the whole battlefield, and thousands of Centaur warriors poured down like a torrent!