Chapter 1106

"Give orders."

When two orders for help came to the rear of the army, the long Princess fillonay looked at Loren calmly:

"The battle is over when the Flemish Legion abandoning the right-wing beach and the Byrne Legion fully supporting the left-wing attack the imperial Avenue at one go."

The dark haired wizard frowned slightly and glanced at fillonet in surprise - although it was only for a while, she found it.

"Why, do you think I'm too ruthless?"

"No, it's just some accident." Loren shook his head, and he didn't know how to explain it: "the Welz family in elmond has been loyal to desalion for hundreds of years. By contrast, we Bains... Well, I didn't mean we were disloyal, but I thought..."

"You thought I would order you to rescue Archduke ellemans regardless of everything?" phillanai's tone was as sharp as ever, or

Special rush.

"This is a battlefield. We are fighting a war that is likely to determine the fate of the Empire. Any unnecessary emotion is unnecessary - as long as we can win, it doesn't matter how many people die; conversely, if we lose, it's worthless to save as many people, because they are doomed to die under the butcher's knife of the enemy."

"Compassion and kindness, tyranny and cruelty are luxuries that can be enjoyed only when we win; calmness and reason are the necessities to live on." fillonay said faintly: "we have been instilled with this education since we were very young - me, connord, Brandon, every de sallion."

It sounds very similar to wizard Education... The black haired wizard who couldn't help raising his mouth stared at the Highlands in the fierce battle from beginning to end.

Even through the heavy fog, you can still hear the sound of fierce fighting in the fiery highland battlefield; The sharp edged spears and halberds collide constantly. The elf warriors waving sharp knives form a wedge array again and again and try to break in.

Faced with the condescending Elven warriors, the imperial soldiers had no countermeasures at all except standing against the shield wall and frantically stabbing the halberd; In front of the sharp Azor long knife, even the strong shield became extremely fragile.

Mixed with the scream of flesh and blood tearing, the solid shield wall was torn open again and again, and rows of bones had fallen on the jagged front.

Despite the lowland disadvantage and almost exposed to the range coverage of the elf archers, the archers continued to shoot through the gap between the wings and the shield wall, providing extremely limited long-range cover for the shield wall.

The light infantry of both sides fired almost continuously, and the roaring arrows shrouded the battlefield with thick smoke like a dark cloud and iron curtain, making the highland that had been covered by the fog sea even darker.

At this stage, even fillonay can see that even if the imperial army can really attack the Highlands, the price must be unimaginable.

In fact, when the Elven warriors did not rush down the hillside directly, but stuck to the highland, the original plan had failed half.

The elf Prince didn't plan to launch a raid immediately in the fog, or even just the opposite - he was facing not the 100000 Azores elves who were about to leave, but the 100000 Azores waiting!

Unexpectedly, he was more patient than himself. He didn't choose to attack but waited for such a good opportunity as foggy weather.

If so, you must change your plan.

"Are you hesitating?"

Seeing that the dark haired wizard was silent, phillanai asked tentatively.

"A little."

"It's not like you," said phillanai lightly. "Arrogant, shameless, bold and unlimited... It's Loren Turin in my memory."

"... thank you for your compliment."

The dark haired wizard rolled his eyes.

"You're welcome, so can you tell me the reason for your hesitation?" phillanai continued.

Lauren shrugged. There was nothing to hide from such a thing; The princess, who had heard her, could not confound any accident or panic.

Or she doesn't know what panic is.

"Are there any countermeasures?"

"Yes."

"Can I help you?"

This sentence is very clever - fillonay didn't ask Loren's plan directly, but offered help instead; This avoids the most embarrassing thing for Loren, that is, he doesn't have to consider how to "order" the long Princess of the Empire as a duke.

"Our most important task now is to win time." since the other party is so considerate, Loren is not polite: "the highland battlefield is the key to the whole battle. Whether we can persist long enough and bite the Azores on the highland will determine whether the initiative in the battle is on our side."

There was finally a trace of seriousness in fillonay's expression.

"As long as the enemy in the highland cannot threaten the flank, the enemy in the direction of beach and avenue is an isolated army, we..."

"I see."

Before he finished, philronay turned and left: "give me the highland - as long as I'm alive, the saxophone Legion will never retreat."

The black haired wizard nodded slightly, with an expression of "I expected you to say so" and made phillanai stop.

"Is that what you planned from the beginning?"

"Hmm? At the beginning, what at the beginning?"

Lauren's face was written inexplicably.

"Since I decided... No, it was when you decided to fight the Azores outside the city." fillonay said coldly, "use me to control the imperial Parliament and let the saxophone Legion obey you?"

"If I survive, because of my existence, the imperial Council dare not deny your achievements; if I die, the saxophone Legion will not dare to escape, otherwise I will be charged with killing the royal family and can only fight for you to the end... It sounds like a good plan."

"No, absolutely not!" the black haired wizard flatly rejected.

Of course, it's impossible to admit such a thing!

"Really?"

The expressionless fillonet snorted, as if a little disappointed, but nodded thoughtfully.

"There was always some doubt before. Now I finally understand why Brandon and Conrad will pay so much attention to you. There is indeed some style of commander-in-chief."

"Oh, before that... Er, forget it, in fact, I don't want to know..."

The dark haired wizard quickly changed his mouth, but fillonay didn't mean to stop.

"Shameless, arrogant, ignorant of convergence, arrogant, smiling, self righteous, shameless, cold, cruel and extremely cautious coward."

"... thank you, and I really don't want to thank you for the third time."

"You think so."

Forced to turn the white eye, and saw the dark haired wizard who left Tero, the dark, he breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, the central battlefield of the highland would be preserved if the Royal Princess was there.

The price, of course, is that phillanai is likely to die here; But as she said herself, if you lose the battle, even if you can save everyone, it's just the difference between early death and late death.

Winning the immediate victory is the top priority.

"Really?"

The sound of teasing sounded, and the elegant blonde youth did not know when he had appeared in Loren's camp.

More accurately, he was lying on the map table in front of him with his chin in his hands, staring at him motionless with his innocent big eyes.

"Maybe it's just an illusion, but poor Asriel really feels that this princess has begun to feel good about Lauren..."

"Ah... In this way, isn't it embarrassing between dear Lauren and his highness Brandon? There are friends on one side and friends' aunt on the other, and poor Asriel has another competitor, although people don't care much..."

"Shut up."

Before the topic of youth in front of him was about to become dangerous, Loren interrupted without hesitation, and his attention began to turn to the beach battlefield on the other side.

Through the heavy fog, the light infantry on both wings of the Flemish Legion quickly completed the mobile detour of encircling left and right, and began to attack the Elven warrior army rushing into the beach; At the same time, the warriors on the back line of the elf army have drawn their swords and began to spread to the two wings.

For both sides, the heavy fog is both an advantage and a disadvantage - the Flemish legion, which can't see the enemy, wants an ambush from the local enemy anytime and anywhere; Because of the fog sea in front of them, the Azores couldn't judge how many imperial people there were and where they were.

The "light infantry" of both sides collided with each other without knowing it. First, they were stunned, then raised javelin and long knife, and roared at each other.

Shredded meat and plasma, splashed between streams and mudflats!

The elf warrior who wielded his sword and opened his javelin was overturned by the Tomahawk; With all his strength, he threw out the Elman light infantry sprinting with a javelin and let the long knife penetrate into his chest; There were also many Elven warriors who were skilled in swords. They shot down more than a dozen javelins one after another, but they were knocked down by a shield of light infantry secretly touched. Before they had time to respond, they were chopped off their heads by an axe.

The two wing battlefield quickly fell into a scuffle. The formation of either the elf warrior or the Elman light infantry had been completely entangled and anxious. In just five minutes, the two sides tried to break through each other's military line more than ten times, and finally were stopped by the other side.

Soon, the problem of morale collapse first appeared in the Elman light infantry who could not bear casualties; The rapid horn echoed in the fog sea again and again, and began to shrink back gradually; Similarly, the Elven warriors who suffered a lot of casualties began to move towards the two wings of the military line, trying to encircle and annihilate the vanguard of the Flemish Legion.

"Don't be afraid, you are proud ellemans!"

From beginning to end, Yuli weiltz, who held high the battle flag, stood at the forefront of the battle field, easily avoided the stabbing long knife and stabbed the Mithril short sword into the neck of the elf long gunman:

"Blow the horn and let the rear line army press on - there's nothing to be afraid of. The elves with long ears are also living things. They will bleed and they can be killed!"

"Everything will be killed. There's nothing to be afraid of --!"

The roar of the sea of fog and the bloody fight of the Flemish Knights did not completely reverse the situation on the battlefield - the light infantry line was repulsed, and the Flemish pioneers with their wings sandwiched soon fell into a situation surrounded by three sides.

On the front is an elf warrior equipped with a spear and bow and arrow, and on both wings are warriors wielding long knives. It is difficult for hunters or two handed swordsmen to win more with less in the face of such a cooperative enemy.

The casualties expanded rapidly, and the fleeing Flemish soldiers could only retreat in the direction of the Duke and gradually be completely surrounded by the enemy.

But it was in Yuli vilz's plan.

First, it is attacked by surprise, and then it is overwhelmed by the enemy's army - if it is a conventional battle, what we should do now is to shrink our troops and stop the loss as soon as possible before the casualties expand.

However, the key lies in this. The enemy did not plan long ago, but hit it by chance. In other words, the enemy opposite does not know the situation on his side, and may even not know his own strength; I just saw a big advantage, so I pressed it up.

In that case, I might as well take the opportunity

"Lord uly weltz!"

The herald who came back was like a battlefield. He raised his sword to meet the enemy and shouted:

"Lord Baron Turin of Byrne sent me to order you to lead the Flemish army to retreat as soon as possible and to withdraw from the beach within a quarter of an hour!"

"What are you talking about?!"

Stunned Yuli weiltz was livid: "why, did the guy Loren Turin explain why?!"

"No, Duke Byrne said don't ask, asking is a military order!"

"So, what is it?"

Asriel, with his head tilted, asked curiously, "although dear Loren refused to say, Asriel can still feel it."

"Is... Waiting for someone or something to happen - 80000 to 100000, which is already a weak enemy and a strong enemy, but it still presses 10000 square infantry legions to refuse to enter the battlefield. That's the only reason, right?"

The dark haired wizard shrugged his shoulders as a sign of default.

For evil gods or any existence that opens the second valve, the means to observe each other is no longer facial expression and psychological changes, but void reaction.

At this point, Loren, who is not even a beginner, so far has no means to prevent Asriel from "observing" himself, so

"So, what is it?"

Blinking the innocent scarlet pupils, the blonde asked for the second time.

"Fog."

The dark haired wizard said faintly.

"Fog?"

"Yes, that's what I've been waiting for." Lauren nodded with some confidence in his expression: "the fog... Is about to disperse."

"Hey?!"

The surprised blonde boy walked out of the camp and rubbed his eyes desperately - the thick fog sea was still on the earth, and he couldn't see the appearance that would disperse at all.

So how does Loren know? Can his power of emptiness even guess such things?!

"It has nothing to do with the power of vanity - I've tried my best to contain my vanity reaction according to a friend's reminder." without looking, Loren can guess what he's thinking:

"But I just know."