Chapter 1109

It's over, it's all over.

Even without looking at it at all, when the marching horn of the Empire came from the direction of the beach battlefield, Anson ZAD had realized that the 20000 Azores elves who "stuck" there were afraid to be destroyed.

It was true - when the fog cleared, the 20000 Azores found themselves in no direct, breaking into the siege of the Armand and Bain armies, surrounded on three sides.

The only thing that may comfort Anson ZAD is that the panicked Elven warriors who fell into the trap did not lose their head or break up on the spot, but did not hesitate to execute the attack order and launched a fierce attack towards the front of the siege.

Although it doesn't make any sense.

The shrill scream and the roar of attack were drowned by the continuous explosion - although the imperial capital did not have many defensive forces, it had a large amount of military materials accumulated by Conrad enough to arm 200000 troops.

Naturally, this includes powerful igniters and alchemy bombs from Byrne. It is not very difficult for alchemists in the imperial capital to equip these igniters and alchemy bombs with throwing ropes with trigger devices

In the continuous thunder, almost all the Elven warriors in the first row were destroyed, and only a few Weiting warriors with a special "samurai way" were spared; Hundreds or even thousands of ELF soldiers were covered with flames and screamed and fled in all directions; Or it has already turned into coke in the explosion and dispersed into the air with the thick smoke.

Before the remaining Elven warriors who were strong against flames, explosions and thick smoke rushed out of the sea of fire, they ushered in the double arrow rain of Byrne Heavy Crossbow and Elman Hunter; The roaring shadow came from three sides and fell like an iron curtain, forcibly interrupting the momentum of the Azores' charge.

When they remembered to fight back with bows and arrows, they realized that their arrows had been consumed in the previous pursuit.

Behind it was a sea of fire, and in front of it was a rain of locusts and arrows - in less than five minutes, the flat battlefield was covered with corpses, and all the soldiers of Azores fell this time.

Without exception!

Dan, the gaping guard warrior, desperately waved his long knife to block the parry. At the same time, he didn't forget to stare at the figure under the red, white and black cross flag opposite, roaring with tears in his heart and lungs, and wanted to have a one-to-one "fair duel" with the other party.

Only the silent mockery of Yuli vilz... And the flag waving forward.

By the time the Flemish swordsmen and Byrne's phalanx charged, the 20000 Azores were on the verge of collapse; When the flames dispersed, Dan, the defending warrior who was still struggling, finally had to order the retreat.

In the ears of Elven soldiers whose morale had collapsed, this word immediately became "each running for his own life".

Nevertheless, the Elven warriors scattered across the line still showed a level completely beyond the level of imperial soldiers - even when retreating and fleeing, they still maintained a certain organizational structure and small-scale formation, alternating back and forth to cover each other, and even some soldiers took the initiative to stay and intercept the enemy to buy time for the cell families.

Because of this, it was difficult for the imperial army to pursue the Azores in the past many battles, and sometimes even the body could not be retained.

But this time it's different.

Because the retreat direction of the Azores is a beach full of mud and streams.

Standing on the highland camp, Anson ZAD can clearly see how the staggered retreating Weiting elf army quickly left the battlefield, and how it was bitten by the Imperial Army chasing up in the beach, skinned, hanged, hunted, dragged to death and collapsed layer by layer

In the twinkling of an eye, 20000 troops had been destroyed; On the beach battlefield, the battle flags of Armand and Bain have been erected again.

There are only thousands of troops who break up or escape and retreat all the way to survive; Behind them, the imperial soldiers who have occupied the beach battlefield are still desperate to pursue.

"... so it's over?"

A royal court warrior standing beside Anson ZAD looked at the corpses everywhere and the defeated beach battlefield, as if he couldn't believe everything in front of him:

"Twenty thousand troops and so many Weiting warriors lead the army. It's so easy to..."

"So easy?"

The elf boy who returned to God gave him a cold glance.

"Pay attention to your words, sir. The commander of the imperial soldiers opposite is Loren Turin." Anson's words are mixed with a trace of resentment: "a few months ago, he easily blocked his highness rodria outside the port of eboden for a whole month with very few troops!"

"It was this self righteous arrogance that defeated Dann's guard court; as a proud royal court warrior, even if he had his own pride, he should not make such a stupid mistake!"

"I'm very sorry, I've made a mistake!" the imperial court warrior quickly knelt down on one knee: "then... Lord ZAD, the imperial court warrior was defeated miserably. What should we do next?"

Listening to his subordinates, the corner of the elf boy's mouth pulled out.

Yes, Weiting's mess is over. What should I do?

The whole beach battlefield was defeated. You can guess Loren Turin's next strategy with your toes - concentrate superior forces to attack the hinterland of the highland from the beach and cooperate with the front corps to attack on two lines.

Of course, this is only one possibility; If Anson himself had such a good opportunity, he thought he should use the army in the direction of the beach to suppress himself on the highland from his belly and back; The frontal attack troops turned their guns and attacked Empire Avenue from the flank of the highland.

After all, there is the top priority. Once the Empire Avenue is captured and the connection with eboden is cut off, the Azores elves army will become a completely isolated army.

Although the only appointment with the elf prince was to defend the Highlands, Anson ZAD asked himself that he would never let go of the guys guarding the Highlands if Lauren Turin was allowed to siege the imperial avenue without scruples.

Dead... If the war really turns into that, I'm definitely dead.

No, I'm afraid it's not just myself... Anson ZAD, in a cold sweat, suddenly thought of a very terrible situation.

Once the highland is lost, Loren Turin, who captured it, will surely capture more than a dozen launchers carried by his highness rodria; If these things fall into the hands of Loren Turin and there are a group of alchemists in his army

No, absolutely not!

"Reserve team! Immediately send a reserve team to pick up the fallen guards; not too much, more than a thousand elite!" the frightened elf boy roared:

"Tell them to stick to the beach and never retreat. If you lose your position, you should apologize with death!"

"Yes! But Lord ZAD..." the expression of the royal court warrior was very embarrassed: "most of our troops are fighting with the imperialists attacking the Highlands, and there are less than 5000 left in the reserve army; if we divide another 1000 troops, the rotating combat power may be..."

"There is no need for reserve troops!"

The anxious elf boy waved his hand fiercely: "send all the troops to press on the whole line, and be sure to defeat the imperialists in the shortest time - first defeat 30000 people in the front attack, and then turn around to meet the other 30000 attacking from the beach. There is only one way!"

Defeat 30000 on the front, then 30000 on the back... No matter which one, it can't be an enemy that can be defeated quickly.

The royal court warrior in cold sweat recited silently at the bottom of his heart, but did not dare to say it.

The next second, the elf boy in front of him made another decision that startled him.

"Order the wizard with the army to aim all the launchers at the imperial people on the front of the hillside. Even if you destroy the launchers, send them to me continuously!"

"What, what did you say?"

"Yes, we only have such a way to defeat them completely now!" Anson ZAD's expression was a little crazy:

"Even if you burn them and blow them up with a launcher, as long as you can collapse all 30000 imperial people at the foot of the hillside, it will be a victory!"

"But, but in this case, it will hurt us by mistake..."

"No, but, execute the order!" roared the elf boy, his pupils full of madness:

"All this... Is for the great cause of life and death of the Azores --!"

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When the pillar of light rose over the Highlands, both Azores and imperial soldiers thought they were wrong.

Because of some ancient tradition, or because it is technically impossible to be honest, the two armies will not continue to use the projection weapons that would only appear in the siege after the battle.

In addition to the reason of poor accuracy, what is more important is that this attack destined to be out of sight must cause far more casualties and shock to our own people than the enemy - charging forward against the explosion and fire in front of us. It is much easier to say than to do.

But the loud noise, vibration and dazzling fire of the explosion told all the elves and imperial soldiers on the battlefield that it was true!

The light column falling from the sky like a meteor, like the sickle of death, explodes continuously on the hillside; Although because of random projection or intentional reasons, four fifths of them fell on the empty space;

But even the remaining fifth is enough to turn the originally chaotic sea of fire into human purgatory!

Brilliant sparks burst in the center of the most intense military line on both sides of the battlefield, the towering fire column rose from the ground between the churning and cracked gravel and soil, and the terrible temperature and extremely powerful air waves burst out around, together with the surrounding soil and the soldiers fighting on both sides, and the ash flew out in an instant.

The highland battlefield, which had just ushered in a clear sky from the thick fog, was shrouded in dark clouds again; In the dark, no matter the Elven warriors or the imperial soldiers, there was inexplicable panic and panic on their faces - they were not afraid of death, and even dared to stare at the oncoming stone guns, iron crossbows and oil attacks, but they would still be afraid of all kinds of emergencies.

Fear... Can easily defeat a powerful army that was invincible and never retreated.

"Boom --!!"

When the light of the explosion burst in front of him, phillanai felt as if his chest had been hit hard by a blunt instrument; When she woke up again, she was surrounded by dark ruins, corpses and screaming, bloody soldiers everywhere

There were a few officers surrounded by themselves with a frightened face.

"Retreat, Princess long, we must retreat!"

The head of the army standing on his side shouted desperately. The tinnitus of phillanai could not hear what he was saying, but his expression had explained everything.

"Attack."

Lightly finish saying these words, the expressionless phillanai stumbled and nearly fell. Fortunately, the panicked army commander helped her in time.

"Your Highness, we can't go on like this! The war is not like this!" the army head was about to cry, and the officers gathered on one side nodded one after another: "if we go on like this, we will die with those long eared lunatics!"

But fillonay didn't listen at all. He still asked himself, "where's the Byrne Legion? Where's the Byrne Legion?"

"Byrne... Byrne's Legion has retreated. They've all retreated. Now we're the only ones left on the highland! Right?! right?! right?!"

The head of the army looked at the officers around him in panic. The similarly frightened officers also nodded desperately.

Don't look at it at all. Fillonay knew he was lying... But she didn't want to expose his idea.

"Now that Byrne's Legion has retreated, the saxophone Legion will attack alone." panting in a low voice, phillanai's feet shaking desperately with his sword:

"The fog has dispersed. Before noon, cooperate with the ellemans army in the direction of the beach to capture the highland."

"Your Highness --!!"

The crying army commander "Putong!" knelt down and stared at fillonay with tears in his eyes: "kill me! Even if you kill me, I can't take so many people to die together - this is not a war, this is suicide!"

The cold sword on the neck of the regiment commander, his long face, the princess of the long face, looked at him with all eyes.

The other party didn't lie.

"... I see."

Seeing that Philippe Nai slowly recovered the long sword, the regiment commander relieved at last he was fed up with the royal highness of the princess, knowing that the other side was the second heir to the throne in name. If she had been stubborn and commanding himself, it really was... Alas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Your Highness, what are you going to do?!" the commander of the army who suddenly returned to his senses looked at phillanai, who was leaning on his sword and hobbled to the highland step by step, and his whole body was excited and full of cold sweat.

"As you said... Suicide."

"I promised Loren Turin that the highland battlefield would not be lost as long as I was still alive," said phillanai, who stumbled without looking back

"I... Will stick to this promise."