Chapter 1125

The whole battlefield was shaken by the sound of running and trampling in the trembling mountains and forests; Hundreds of Ogres roared out of the Azores camp with chains and chains and came to the advancing Byrne Legion.

Without much psychological preparation at all, Byrne's soldiers met this kind of wild and fierce beast from the ancient wood forest once.

The four meter tall, stout, tan and tusked behemoths made a lot of startling noises in the bain army, and then stopped in the reprimands of knights and officers.

"What's that?!"

Lanmallos, the Earl of lakeside city, who stared wide, looked stunned, but his eyes were full of fire excitement: "Oh... Don't tell me this thing can still use weapons!"

"I don't know, but I know one thing - this thing must be difficult to deal with, and the casualties will be heavy!" the count of white horse peak took a breath of air-conditioning, suddenly turned back and pressed lanmalos's right hand touching the war flag:

"Loosen your claws, asshole. Even if you want to die, give me the Duke's order!"

"Why, regrell, are you afraid? You even survived the blood skeleton Valley and are afraid here?"

"Yes, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of you madman and those madmen like you in the back - now I finally understand why the Duke didn't punish me for the first World War on Empire Avenue, because I have to watch you madmen who are keen to die!"

"In Byrne, we call this bravery."

"Yes, but please be brave after getting orders - if you dare to disobey military orders, you are a coward!"

"You..."

Before lanmalos spoke, a hasty bugle sounded from the rear of Bain's army.

"Exchange the bugles of the front, the order is coming." before the madman around him spoke, regrell immediately looked at the herald on his side: "blow the trumpet and raise the flag, the cavalry front retreated, and give the position to the Duke's shooting army and phalanx Legion - alas, you, what do you think I do, execute the order, warrior!"

Lanmalos, who wanted to curse, turned his horse's head and turned away without looking back.

With the sound of bugles, Byrne's Legion orderly completed the alternation of the front in the vibration and roar that rang through the battlefield; The shooting army with neat steps walked forward, shuttled through the gap of the cavalry queue, and stopped in front of the long gun array.

"Shooting army - Launch formation!"

The expressionless Carl Colin raised his bright spear and carried it on his shoulder: "three lines of front, wait in place!"

The shield hand propped up the shield, the shooter set up the bright spear, and the three staggered arrays quickly spread out in front of the long gun array, just like a slender black line.

In fact, it was an unexpected joy - at the end of the battle of the Highlands, Carl Colin inadvertently found that the three rows of front was a tactic that could give full play to the power of the shooting army;

The long and narrow front has enough coverage width, and the staggered formation can keep at least two rows of soldiers firing; And even if the enemy's impact is really rapid, the three rows of arrays are enough to complete two rounds of complete volley, and even let the first row squat down and fight for another concentrated fire of all firepower.

Carl Colin found that this weapon was completely different from the bow and crossbow; Its tactics are never based on power, but on the fastest speed and the most shooting.

The ground under their feet was trembling, and the roaring ogres were like galloping lava. The trembling ground was like tens of thousands of cavalry rushing past;

The soldiers of the shooting army, whose bodies were shaking with the ground, stared in horror. Instead of looking straight ahead, they stared at the flag in the commander's hand at the end of the queue and his mouth.

In the shaking of the sky and the roar of fierce animals, they could not hear the sound for a long time; You even have to hold the spear to stop the impulse to press the firing switch.

The vibration is getting louder and louder, and the surging lava is getting closer and closer.

"Bang --- --- --- ---!"

A loud noise briefly contained the sound of lava; Dozens of Ogres in the front row screamed and fell down; Most of them are just scratches, continue to run wildly, trampling the fallen compatriots into broken flesh and blood and gushing pus.

"Bang --- --- --- ---!"

There was another round of volley. This time, almost all the shooters took aim at the head. A whole row of Ogres fell down wailing, creating a moment of chaos in the dust of the violent charge.

But it was only a moment of chaos... Just two rows of volley, these roaring wild beasts were about to rush in front of us!

"Shooting army, retreat --!" Carl Colin, who raised his bright spear, looked around and shouted calmly: "the third row, cover - shoot!"

With another thunder tearing the battlefield, the square array of long guns with neat steps quickly filled the gap of the retreat of the shooting army; In the gap between the front and rear arrays, expand two rows of formations again and shoot for cover.

"Byrne -"

The roaring Earl of the mountain rock castle stood at the front of the queue, raised his sword and looked around: "defend the defense line -!"

The square infantry who stepped hard clubbed the end of the spear and halberd at their feet, put the gun body on the shield, the gun tip tilted upward, clenched their teeth and looked at the four meter high monster that had rushed in front of them with fear.

"Poof ---!!"

The first ogre who hit the spear array head-on was pierced by four or five spears that stabbed into the trunk at the same time, and fell to the ground wailing; The gushing blood and pus poured like pouring rain, with a thick stench on the heads of the soldiers in the front row.

Then the fallen ogre's bones hit the front square infantry straightly; Without waiting for the back row to fill the vacancy, roaring, hundreds of Ogres have rushed into the front of the long gun array.

With the whole front fully connected to the enemy, the tight long gun array was torn open several gaps in an instant; Roaring ogres are like undead monsters who are not afraid of death. They continue to rush to the next row of soldiers on the bones of the cell clan and the phalanx soldiers.

In the terrible and tragic fighting, the whole long gun array suddenly became shaky.

"Bang --- --- --- ---!"

A neat beam of light flashed across the battlefield, slightly curbing the ferocious attack momentum of the ogre; But it's just a little - to deal with these huge monsters, jiaoguang spear is not enough to exert its power in the conventional battlefield.

But that's enough.

"Knights, kill the enemy with me!"

With a roar, the count of the mountain rock Castle swung his big sword with one hand without hesitation and rushed straight at an ogre rushing towards him; The infantry knights in the back row then raised their big swords and ran to charge from the gap of the square array.

But in the next second, fast figures rushed out of the smoke rolled up by the ogre and rushed to the infantry knights and heavy attendants waving the big sword.

In the sound of long guns breaking through the air, the Knights' hands and swords collided with the tip of the gun, giving out passionate sparks; For a moment, a flash of amazement flashed. The infantry knights were immediately stopped and fought with the "Azores elves" wielding spears.

"Where did these bastards come from?!"

A sword broke the spear, and the angry count of the mountain rock Castle beat it back with a horizontal sword. The voice of broken ribs burst in his ear: "how can I not know that they use spears so badly except for long knives?"

"They are not Azores, they are war dancers in the ancient wood forest!"

One of the infantry knights who had gone to the fog moon court with Loren shouted loudly, with anger flashing in his eyes: "they are all traitors who abandoned their compatriots and took refuge in the Azores!"

Before the words fell, the knight was caught by the raiding war dancers on both sides, fought hard to block a spear with shoulder armor, and then waved his sword to the enemy on the other side.

"I see. That's why I was sent to die with the ogre, isn't it?" the count of the mountain castle swung his big sword and smashed it behind him, forcing back an elf who wanted to sneak attack: "it's really a death method suitable for traitors!"

"Count --!"

The startled voice of the knight came to his ears. Angel, the count of the mountain fortress, turned without hesitation and swept the big sword back to his side. The unsharp sword body combined with the heavy weight still cut off the spirit.

The infantry knight who had just saved him was first torn off his shoulder armor by a spear, then his head was broken, and the gushing red and white liquid flowed into the eyes of the count of mountain rock castle.

Damn it

"Dang --!"

With a crisp sound, the count of the mountain rock Castle who inserted the big sword into the soil gasped with his sword handle, wiped the blood on his face, and his eyes were covered with blood.

The battle of Empire Avenue, the battle of Highlands, lottel's forced Army... It's OK to sleep one night when you were young and fight for three days and nights. Now you're a little panting.

Shit... I'm really old

"Old angert, I know you are not convinced to say such words, but we are no longer young - you are two years older than me. At this age, we should no longer fool around like when we were young, but settle down and do more things as much as possible."

"Think about it. With your more experience than me, you can definitely be a very excellent commander, calmly judge the situation, find out his shortcomings in the battlefield for the Duke, find the key he can't find, and become a trusted right hand that he can entrust."

"So after taking over from me this time, you should think more about the mission of the commander of a legion and leave the glory of the attack to the young people. It's not as easy for you and me as it used to be; besides, for us, the Duke needs not only a knight, but a commander who can command the army and give advice for him..."

The count of the mountain rock Castle who breathed a sigh of relief suddenly felt that Ike, the count of the angry castle, had something to say.

The next second, a cold chill came from the side; Instinctively, the count of the mountain rock Castle dodged the tip of the gun stabbed at the front door, stepped forward with his right foot, clenched the handle of the big sword inserted on the ground with his left hand, and split it head-on in front of him.

"Puff --!"

The spirit of the sneak attack had no time to be surprised, and had been divided into two by the big sword; The trunk was like a piece of meat, passing by the side of the count of the mountain rock castle and scattered on the ground.

Looking at the pile of rotten meat, the count of the mountain rock castle was stunned.

"Holy Cross, judge the situation. I'm still young and can continue to cut people --!"

Swearing, he raised his big sword with one hand, and the roaring count of the mountain rock Castle rushed to the huge figure of the ogre:

"Byrne - kill the enemy with me!"

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"These imperial people... Are as tenacious as ever."

Looking at the ogres who were hanged with Byrne's spear array on the distant battlefield, but still failed to make a breakthrough and the war dancers who took refuge in their own side, the slightly frowning sikotus elf prince was reminded of some very bad memories when he was in Shenlin castle.

The savage loterians were besieged to the end of their ammunition and food before they completely collapsed under one attack after another.

They even dared to launch a frontal charge against the well-equipped Elven warriors and ogres without weapons; Although it was indeed an act of suicide, it still left a great shock to the Azores.

Even on the day of the destruction of shenlinbao, the Azores, who advocated the way of samurai, still maintained the most basic respect for the war dead Reuven Foley and the imperial people, and even spontaneously built a simple tomb for Duke lottel.

But for Prince sikotus, these "respectable enemies" simply disgusted him to the extreme - if the front battlefield was not opened, it meant that he could not put the elf warrior into battle, otherwise he would be at risk of being hit by cannibals.

Prince sikotus did not think that the savage monsters could distinguish between the enemy and us rationally when killing and "cannibalism"; From the moment he entered the battlefield, he expected these monsters to die together with the enemy; At least, we should cause as many casualties to the enemy as possible before death.

The most important thing is that so far, the Byrne people opposite still don't use their "heavy knights" - in such a battle, if they don't take out their cards in advance, they will lose half.

"Blow a trumpet in the direction of the camp and order them to send five bows and arrows to cooperate with the thousand person team of samurai to cover from the side; at the same time, set up launchers to shoot at the enemy's square array and open the gap."

After a moment of reflection, sikotus made a more conservative decision.

As for the ogres and the ancient wood forest elves who take refuge in themselves... Die or die. Anyway, I don't intend to keep these wastes and scum after the war.

Let them become targets and contribute their last strength to their victory.

"Woo, woo, woo!"

The loud horn came from the direction of the barracks, and the corners of sikotus's mouth gently tilted a confident arc.

"Your Highness, all launchers are ready!"

"Then launch!"

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, a dazzling light suddenly came into his eyes.

Huh?

Sikotus, who blinked slightly, couldn't help looking up at the position where the light came. It was... Directly behind the Byrne legion, almost a thousand steps away from the Azores.

A thousand steps away, a white meteor slowly took off, crossed a beautiful track under the blue water dome of lottel, and then

Dive quickly towards the Azores!