Chapter 1103

"Imperialists, line up - move forward!"

With the sound of trumpets ringing through the earth and the cry of attack orders, 30000 sakran Bain legions began to advance towards the Azores elf highland camp with heavy steps; From a distance, it looks like an iron chain, walking horizontally.

Thanks to the massive material preparation of the imperial capital Golovin, Loren completed the collective dressing for the bain legion, abandoned the original heavy spear and replaced it with a saxophone style halberd and Zheng shield.

This infantry weapon full of "imperial style" is far more convenient and practical than it looks, which is inevitable; If the saxophone halberd is not practical, the Zheng shield is not light and strong enough, and can provide sufficient whole-body defense, then the "black city wall" is a big joke.

In addition, the heavy spears used by Byrne phalanx infantry are a burden on the slope, too long and too heavy; It may be easy to use in plain areas. When it comes to slopes or hills, it is impossible to maintain a tight long gun array. Once it is close, it will not even have the opportunity to resist.

Although the reason for doing so is simple - convenience.

Unified weapons, armor and materials can greatly reduce the pressure of logistics and provide the most equipment in the shortest time; Even heavy long guns are cheaper, lighter and easier to carry; However, the number of halberds in the imperial city has an overwhelming advantage, so the collective change of halberds has become the best choice.

Although it was out of logistical considerations, the Azores still felt great pressure when 30000 troops, equipped with unified weapons and armor and arranged in a tight square array, rolled up the hillside from the thick fog.

The dull step sound is full of rhythm, and even the earth under your feet can feel a faint vibration.

"Enemy attack --!"

Above the highland, the Elven warrior leaders who saw the Imperial War Flag pulled out their sabres and roared at the Azores Elven warriors on their side:

"Draw a knife - prepare for war!"

Echoing him are thousands of long swords out of their scabbard, shining like an iron forest.

At the center of the front, hundreds of ELF archers rushed out like the tide, formed a thin thin thin line in front of the Azores elf camp, and set up a long bow to aim at the bottom.

"Raise the bow - hold on!" countless orders shouted, constantly ringing in the thick fog; If you listen carefully, it's not even difficult to detect the tension.

It was an unexpected battle.

Not to mention Anson ZAD, the whole army of Azores, and only the little elf prince himself was not surprised by this result.

"Oh... It's going to attack the highlands. It's full of momentum!"

Holding a single telescope, rodriya Azor, who was already full of blood, stared excitedly at every move under the highland: "look, there must be at least 20000 troops. Is this going to attack the highland in one breath?"

"But I'm sorry. It's only 20000. I want to raid and win the array in one breath... Don't underestimate me, Lucian."

"Yes!"

The elf boy immediately replied, his eyes could not hide the tension.

"Go and prepare the launcher and aim at the maximum distance directly below - as usual, entertain our guests with a fireworks show before the war."

"Yes!"

Anson ZAD, who was very nervous, immediately turned and left. Before he could go far, he had to turn back immediately because of two new information.

"Empire Avenue?!"

The elf Prince's face suddenly changed, but it was not surprise and fear, but unspeakable, like some kind of extremely pleasant excitement.

"The herald warrior sent information and found the Imperial Army in the direction of imperial Avenue in the north." looking at rodriya Azor with shining eyes, the elf boy carefully replied:

"Because the fog is too thick, it is impossible to judge the exact number of enemies at all; but judging from the scale, flag and horn sound, it will never be less than 20000!"

"Huh?!"

"In addition, there are reports from sentinels returning from the imperial capital, and there are traces of large-scale military and baggage operations from the imperial capital to the camp!"

"Mmm... MMM!!!!!"

The elf prince was thrilled with excitement.

I see... So it's not a test or a surprise attack, but Loren Turin is really ready to fight me here, isn't it?!

Holding 100000 troops, World War I determines the future of the two races. Such a battle is really

Just think about it, it's so exciting!

The happy little prince thought quickly and judged according to the existing conditions and information.

Even if highland and Avenue attack two directions at the same time, there must be one of Loren Turin's main attack directions and the positions he must win. Which is him

No, no, no, you can't make such meaningless guesses. If you think so, you will only be brought into his rhythm by that guy;

Where are the two positions that pose the greatest threat to him; Where do I have to keep and never lose?

No, no, no, if you think about it like this, in fact, the beaches that seem to be unable to use troops are also at risk of being attacked by Loren Turin. After all, they can attack the defenders of the Highlands directly from the abdomen and back. If so

"Empire Avenue!"

A few seconds later, the elf Prince suddenly woke up.

"Yes, that guy's goal is to capture Empire Avenue and open the blockade to eboden and lottel - so that he can establish contact with lottel and the army of eboden defense!"

"At the same time, we also have reinforcements from eboden. The fool brother who is attacking Shenlin castle and can't attack will be completely blocked, can no longer establish contact, and then be surrounded and annihilated by the Empire one by one."

"Empire Avenue... Yes, this is the most critical battlefield. Once the channel is lost, everything will be lost!" the elf prince said to himself.

Highlands can be lost and beaches can be lost, but it is absolutely impossible to maintain the channel connecting with eboden; Once the passage is occupied, the army in his hand will become a completely isolated army. Even if Golovin, the capital of the Empire, is attacked, it will only come to such an end.

Empire Avenue is the key to this war!

"Your Highness, please give the passage to..."

"If I go to the channel, I'll defend it myself." Rodriguez snapped: "that's the main direction of Loren Turin. How can I miss the opportunity to play a positive game with him!"

A glimmer of disappointment flashed in the rejected Anson ZAD's eyes and knelt on one knee in silence.

"Anson, the highland is yours." the elf Prince immediately made a decision: "stick to the highland. No matter what happens in the other two battlefields, no matter whether Loren Turin attacks or retreats, we must not give up here."

"... yes."

Looking at the figure of the little elf Prince leaving quickly, Anson ZAD sighed and turned his secluded eyes to the lower part of the highland - in the fog, the battle flags of the iron crown and the golden lion are becoming more and more clear with the "black line" surging up like the tide.

Holding the dark blue flag in his hand tightly, the elf boy with hate in his eyes pointed straight ahead and waved it like a sharp sword.

Over the fog shrouded Highlands, dozens of light columns soared into the sky, and the dazzling light even tore up the fog that blocked the view, attacking the lower part of the hillside.

"The transmitter is the transmitter of the elves!" the soldiers who participated in the battle of eboden and the battle of the eboden line shouted one after another, and shouted to the people around them in great fear:

"Hide, pay attention to hide --!"

But they shouted too late because the next moment

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

In the thunderous noise and violent shaking, the falling "light column" smashed countless sparks on the earth; With just one round of shooting, half the battlefield has become a sea of fire.

The shining fire and smoke are very dazzling in the thick fog that blocks out the sky and the sun.

"Imperialists - move forward!"

In the sea of fire, the chaotic footsteps and horns were mixed with the angry orders of the officers: "don't be afraid, you are the people of the Empire, the long Princess and Duke are watching us, move on! Move on!"

Just a moment of panic, the Legion soldiers and the phalanx infantry quickly recovered from the fear of fire and explosion - the elite and heavy infantry from Byrne and saklan are familiar with projecting weapons, fire and explosion, and this sound is not enough to break their morale.

Moreover, these long-range projection weapons have a characteristic, that is, the accuracy is quite poor; Five hundred steps away, it is high ground to hit the slope; The possibility of being hit and killed is very small, and the intimidating effect is far greater than the killing effect.

Looking at the front that continued to advance to the highland after only a moment of commotion, Anson ZAD's mouth showed a cruel smile.

A moment later, dozens of pillars of light rose again over the highlands.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom!"

Thunder blew and fire splashed.

The only difference is that this time it was mixed with the shrill screams of the soldiers.

In the sound of thunder, the "light column" falling from the sky turned into a falling "light rain" scattered over the Legion; The sudden changes made the close array have no chance to respond at all; In an instant, the array in the front row has become a sea of fire.

The panic shouting was mixed with the officers' repeated demands for "attack" orders, but the soldiers ignited by the fire had long forgotten what the orders were and fled to the rear of the front recklessly; The soldiers who wanted to avoid the flames in panic made a mess of the original tight formation;

When the soldiers who wanted to run for their lives rushed across the front, they found that there was a sea of fire behind them - they had been trapped on the hillside of the highland.

Being burned, roasted, trampled and killed... Has become a highland battlefield in a sea of fire. Panic is greatly killing the morale of imperial soldiers; When they finally came back, the roar of the Azores came not far away.

"Draw a knife - meet the enemy, kill -!!"

The elf warriors wielding long knives went up from top to top and charged at the imperial soldiers struggling in the sea of fire.

"The enemy is coming! Array - array!"

In the chaotic front, the Knights and officers shouted hurriedly, and their hoarse voices were still trying to maintain order, leading the soldiers beside them to form a shield wall.

"Dang --!!"

On the hillside where the shouts of killing echoed, the collision sound of halberds and long knives came one after another.

Stepping on the land dyed red by the sea of fire, the elf warriors rolled up one wave after another, rushed down from the highland and washed away the solid imperial shield wall like a reef.

Compared with the Azores Elven warriors who charged in scattered arrays, the imperial soldiers who formed a close shield wall not only had the advantage of formation, but also had the absolute advantage of military strength - even if the total military strength was inferior to the enemy, they could definitely invest more troops on the same front.

Their task is also very simple, that is, nail them on the hillside anyway, so that the enemy on the Highlands can not threaten the flanks of the army attacking beaches and roads; At the same time, surround the enemy, so that the most powerful Elven warrior army can not cross the battlefield and threaten the baggage team in the back line.

It sounds very simple, but in fact it is extremely difficult - it is almost inevitable to fight on slopes, attack a well defended position from top to bottom, and suffer heavy casualties.

But no matter what happens, the army in the middle line must not retreat, let alone collapse. It is nailed to the hillside of the highland. It does not require to move forward, let alone retreat, and bite the enemy, even if it is victory!

Nevertheless, this does not mean that every officer thinks he should be beaten and not fight back - especially for the bain legion, it is their normal to attack and kill the enemy alive.

"Dang --!"

Three long swords hit the body of the two handed sword at the same time. The elves warriors with stunned faces felt the strength from the handle, and there was a faint trend of being suppressed.

How is this possible, just a human

"Surprised, long eared rabbit..." the count of the mountain rock Castle grinned, but his fierce smile was really ferocious:

"Don't be scared to death!"

At the moment of the fire, the three long swords were snapped away by the big sword, and the stunned Elven warriors retreated in embarrassment.

Then they saw the imperial man in front of them, who was covered in leather armor and wielding a big sword, pounced at a speed completely inconsistent with his body shape, and his ferocious eyes seemed to be a man eating beast.

"Poof --!"

The fallen sword was parried by the long knife, but it failed to stop the power of the count of mountain rock castle and was forcibly smashed to death.

The panicked second elf warrior had no time to dodge, and the big sword had penetrated into his chest.

But in this way, his weapon was stuck on the body and could not be pulled out.

This is a good opportunity!

Before the third elf warrior had time to show his excited expression, his pupils suddenly narrowed, he saw the fierce beast like count of the mountain rock Castle turn his sword with both hands, drag the robe's bones, and chop the big sword head-on towards himself.

"Poof --!"

With the third chop, the two bodies were divided into two by the big sword from top to bottom.

The bloody count of the mountain rock Castle gasped and raised the scarlet blade over his head:

"Byrne -"

"Kill the enemy with me!"