The melodious sound of trumpets indicates the arrival of another battle. Faced with the unprecedented strange formation of the Sorafa army, the Rotoks, who had already suffered two major losses in Istansha, would certainly not rashly come up and the entire army will be suppressed.
In the past, in the confrontation with strong hostility in the north, the generals of the Rotok Kingdom, who were often weak and strong, strictly speaking, the command ability of the generals of the Sorafa was stronger than that of the ordinary generals, not to mention that King Feoré personally led the army this time.
So at the beginning, he first sent 3,000 infantry legions to conduct a tentative attack to find out the reality of Istansha's half-moon formation.
The Rotok infantry holding tower shields and spears marched in neat steps under the commander's shout, and at the back of the team was a long-range magic attack force composed of magicians.
The Sorafa soldiers who saw the enemy launch an attack began to recharge the magic cannons set up on the vehicles in an orderly manner according to the previous formation drill.
General!The enemy began to charge the magic weapon!I could clearly feel the fluctuations of magic elements in the air!The magicians under the protection of the Rotok infantry formation immediately felt the elemental turbulence and immediately reported to the commander who was the tempted attacking force.
All infantry immediately disbanded the dense phalanx and attacked the enemy with scattered formations. The magicians also dispersed to find opportunities to cast spells to interfere with the enemy's magic weapons!The commander of the vanguard unit was also a long-standing figure and immediately made targeted formation adjustments.
He knew that if those bulky magic cannons were charged, the soldiers who gathered together would definitely suffer heavy losses.
As long as the soldiers are allowed to disperse, they can only conduct straight-line attacks and require a long time to recharge before the magic weapon is fired once, causing very limited casualties.
The facts confirm the speculation of Commander Rotok. After rushing hundreds of meters, the magic cannons of the Sorafs opened fire one after another, and burst into magnificent glares that symbolize death.
Each magical column of light flashed by would take away dozens of Rotok soldiers' lives, and leave a charred ugly mark about 3 meters wide or 1,000 meters long on the ground of the river beach covered with weeds and gravel.
But that's all. Except for the more than 100 soldiers who were really unlucky to be taken away by more than a dozen powerful magic cannons, and even the corpse was not left behind, most of the Rotok infantry survived, and the Rotoks, who were obviously running faster and faster, would never give Sora a second chance to fire.
Just as the Rotok infantry entered the final sprint and could clearly see the wheels of the baggage trucks blocking the road, they suddenly found that the sky above their heads seemed to be dark. When an inexperienced soldier raised his head stupidly, a feather arrow falling from the air shot through his eye socket and pierced his head directly.
The last scene this soldier saw before he lost consciousness was the rain of arrows that was rushing towards him.
Raise your shield!General Rotok, who was in charge of command, shouted loudly.Although he burst out of his fighting spirit in time to shake off the flying arrow branches, the ordinary soldiers under him were not so lucky.
Since these infantry have been scattered now, it is impossible to rely on dense phalanxes to form barriers that can defend against the upper, left and right shield walls at the same time.
Although their individual soldiers are equipped with tower shields or round shields, they will inevitably omissions if their partners lack flanking cover.
Especially when facing the most precious legacy left by Count Bruna to his successor Istansha, the Gray Iron Guard, known as the strongest archer on the mainland.
These elite heavy archers who have been rigorously trained, have amazing arms and can shoot continuously at extremely fast speeds not only are the nightmare of every invader on the indestructible walls of the Limestone Fort, but also have very good performances even in the plains fighting.
The tactical qualities developed over the years have made the gray iron guards cooperate with each other in an extremely tacit manner, spontaneously and frequently uninterrupted long-range shooting in batches. In addition, the heavy arrow branches with strong bows are amazing when they fall in inertia. Many soldiers equipped with simple wooden shields are even nailed to the ground because they are shot through the shield directly.
Even the infantry equipped with large tower shields suffered a lot of casualties. Due to their excellent shooting skills, the gray iron guards at the center of the half-moon formation lined up in a row of canine-like side diagonal formations. In this way, the arrows they shot would intersect in the air and attack the Rotok infantry who were forced to fight from a certain angle. Even if the tower shield could block the arrow branches flying diagonally above, there would still be fish flying from both sides that would penetrate into their bodies, causing severe damage or directly taking away the lives of these soldiers.
In this embarrassing state of inability to advance and retreat, the defects of the inadequate defense of the Rotok soldiers, focusing on flexibility and lightweight nailed leather armor, were infinitely magnified.
Okay, send a signal to let the infantry retreat. This formation is not something that infantry can break. Their propulsion speed is too slow and there is not enough number. After being harassed by archers, they cannot truly attack the enemy. The magicians also retreated. Their magicians gave up the counterattack because they were afraid that the expensive magic cannons would be damaged, so they gave up the counterattack and used magic to support the defensive cover... King Feore said and waved his hand to order his temptation troops to retreat.
It is obvious that this strange formation of the enemy, coupled with the perverted Limestone Castle elite archers, is very conducive to defending against the attacks of slow-moving troops.
A wise decision, send a signal to Baron Rama to let him retreat!General Alund, with gray hair, immediately ordered the magician to send a light blue lighting magic into the air, which is also a common retreat signal on the mainland.
So, my king, since the enemy's formation has strong defense, will we give up this attack? The calm and cautious old general frowned and suggested to the king.
Because this tentative attack was completely defeated so quickly that he was almost defeated before he could even actually reach the enemy formation, which made him feel a sense of uneasiness.
That's not necessary. Although a strong attack will cause us to bear considerable casualties, it is also a rare opportunity for us... The arrogant and stupid woman actually brought out the gray iron guard stationed in the Limestone Fort. She forgot that only on the city wall can the strongest power of the archer be exerted, and lost the condescending terrain advantage. As long as our cavalry breaks through this narrow and long half-moon defense line, they will be slaughtered by us. This is an opportunity, an opportunity to completely eliminate one of the four elite Sorafa... King Feoré pointed at the Sorafa army formation in the distance with his eyes lit up and said in a deep voice.
Compared to Arund's concerns, the young king seemed full of confidence.
He was not a rash person, but he was extremely brave and talented. After calculating the rate of fire of the enemy archers, it can be inferred that under the full-speed assault of his light cavalry, the casualties that the opponent's magic cannons and bows were actually within his own range of ability. The only magician unit that still has a certain threat to his own cavalry was voluntarily giving up attacks in order to protect the safety of his magic weapons because of his conservative tactics, he focused on supporting various protective magic barriers with all his magic power.
In addition, the enemy's formation is wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, which can be used to change the formation and move very little. Once it is broken a little, its cavalry will be surrounded by the flank and cause the entire line to collapse. Because there is river water behind it, it can't even run away.
But... Arund wanted to persuade him again, but his king waved his hand to stop him.
General Arund, I know what you want to say, although the enemy's heavy raiders would hinder the assault of the laggard cavalry, the number of them was not enough to completely withstand the attack of the equal number of cavalry.We only need to break through the point in this array to open up the situation and defeat the enemy. In exchange for this victory, we... will probably sacrifice more than 10,000 cavalry, but as long as we can annihilate these western soldiers in front of us, we will use this victory to boost morale and stabilize the situation.If we can catch the bitch who repeatedly shamed the kingdom, we can also exchange her for the captured Earl Andrea...Feoré did not continue to say anything in the future, but everyone knows that after the defeat in the Red Blood Battle, nearly 200,000 elite troops of Rotok were lost all at once, and the plain territory in the north that was not dangerous to defend was directly exposed to the front of the Sorafa Empire's troops. The lords and civilians on the land were panicked. According to the news from the thieves, some cowardly lords had begun to secretly contact the Sorafa army... So, no matter what, they needed this victory too much.
The whole army attacked!Break through the enemy's defense line with a wavy formation!It is necessary to eliminate these robbers who dare to invade our territory!King Feore's sword was unsheathed and roared loudly.
Then with a finger of the long sword, the 50,000 cavalry immediately moved, and the scattered arrays lined up in layers of wavy scattered arrays pressed towards the half-moon formation set up along the river of Solafa.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves treading the ground made the earth tremble. Facing the tide of cavalry, even the battle-hardened gray iron guards could not help but feel a little scared. This was the first time they had been accustomed to squatting on the city wall and shooting people when they lost their terrain cover.
Andrew and other generals shouted to stabilize the morale of their soldiers. The heavy gunmen who lined up in defensive formations behind rows of vehicles quietly lifted up the heavy tower shield as they had practiced in advance, revealing the 6th platoon of heavy armored infantry holding the giant Rotok crossbow seized from the cliff fortress behind them.
The magic cannon, which had been recharged, ejected a dazzling illusion, plowing the land that they had just ravaged once again out of black smoke-filled chasm. With the light, hundreds of Rotok cavalry who were accelerating charges and had no time to react.
The experienced Sorafa archers did not need the commander's orders at all. After the enemy was about to enter the farthest range, they loosened the tight bowstring and released endless rain of arrows into the sky. The infantry holding heavy crossbows climbed up the innermost vehicle along the slope assumed by the tower shield, helping the soldiers who had previously operated the magic gun to calmly set up a simple platform for connecting the inner vehicle with the wooden boards and support objects placed in advance.
King Feoré, who led the army to join the charge, was a little confused after seeing the little movements of the Sorafa army from afar. When the cavalry around him were caught in an arrow every second, they were then stepped into a meat paste by their companions behind him, they could only grit their teeth and rush through this dense rain of arrows first.
Although the Rotok light cavalry is also equipped with cavalry shields, they have greater defense pressure than infantry, because being shot by the horse under the crotch also declares the fate of the cavalry.
At the beginning, the waves of cavalry that rushed like huge waves suddenly became much thinner after being baptized by this rain of arrows. In almost a flash, the casualties of thousands of cavalry fully allowed every Rotok to fully understand the terrible strength of the gray iron guard, who was the best among the four elite Sorafa, who was good at defensive operations.
Although I had already estimated it, when I saw the fresh lives falling on the way to charge, it still made Feore's heart thrill. He kept comforting himself in his heart: As long as he rushed over, just break through a little, he could kill those despicable archers...
Under the rapid charge of the horse, the distance of 1,000 meters was almost blinking. Through his own fighting spirit, he had already seen that due to the angle, there were no more arrows flying down in front of him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His eyes were red, and a cold smile appeared on his face. He turned his head and shouted at the soldiers who followed him tightly: Keep moving forward, the enemy's arrows are already...!?
The morale-boosting words stopped abruptly when Feoré saw clearly the things in the enemy's hands not far ahead, and they were aiming at their familiar weapons to present them in front of him.
The powerful Rotok Armored Heavy Crossbow was once a nightmare for all Sora corpses, but now King Feoré and his cavalry are fortunate to taste the horror of these murderous weapons carefully created by their country for the first time.
With Andrew who was climbing onto the roof of the car with the soldiers, countless sharp crossbow arrows with armor-piercing enchantments were spread like a large net towards the speeding Rotok cavalry.
Although heavy crossbows are far inferior to bows and arrows in terms of shooting frequency, cost and applicability, as a long-range weapon, they have unquestionable advantages in penetration and accuracy.
The Rotok armored heavy crossbow, which once held a steel shield and had at least three layers of armor protection on his body, could not effectively resist the Rotok armored heavy crossbow, which is of course not something that the leather armor and wooden shields on their own light cavalry can resist.
These pity knights often only see cold light flashing. After lowering their heads, they realize that they have been pierced with hot blood. The Rotok heavy crossbow arrows that exist specifically for the turtle shell and have abnormal defense power can often effectively kill their partners after penetrating 2 to 3 individuals, and those wooden shield and leather armors do not have any defensive effect on them.
After the Rotok cavalry who had just rushed out of the rain of arrows was shot accurately by heavy crossbows, almost all of them were shot and killed before the half-moon formation that kept harvesting life like the sickle of the Death God.
Feori, whose eyes were bloodshot and had bitten his lips, waved his sword to smash the armored crossbow arrows that he didn't dare to ignore. He jumped up before the mount that had been caught in his body, and rushed towards the Sorafa soldiers who had already shot the crossbow arrows and would take some time to load the arrows.
He knew that at that moment just now, at least thousands of people on his side had gone to see the God of Light.
Although he suffered unexpected casualties, victory was right in front of him. As long as he took the lead in breaking through here, the cavalry behind him would rush in through this gap.
do not be afraid!They don't have time anymore...what!?Seeing the Sorafa soldiers who had finished shooting, they turned around and retreated in a hurry, and King Feoré, who thought victory was right in front of him, did not forget to turn around and cheer up his morale.
But the sharp roar that suddenly sounded again accompanied by a premonition of danger made him subconsciously wave the long sword in his hand like a windmill. At this time, he saw that just as the first wave of crossbowmen in the first two rows of crossbowmen finished shooting and retreated back, two rows of crossbowmen rushed up without hesitation and continued to shoot at the cavalry who had just escaped from the attack of arrow rain.
In just a few seconds, a large number of cavalrymen from the front fell down.
The nightmare is far from over. While Fiore struck his sword hard to resist the crossbow arrows flying towards him, he was frightened to see two rows of people coming up behind the two rows of crossbowers. The crossbowers who had just taken down the first wave of shooting were about to load them again with all their strength, with the spearmen who had already put down their spears and shields in their hands and freed up their hands to help the crossbow arrows load the crossbow arrows.
Seeing this, Feore's eyes suddenly shrank, and he was as smart as he was of course the terrible thing about this crossbow tactic was immediately discovered; in this way, the slow loading of heavy crossbows can solve the problem of insufficient shooting frequency, thereby achieving the effect of continuous shooting.
At the same time, he also understood why that woman dared to use infantry to fight against an equal number of cavalry on the plains, which was simply another trap!
It is a trap that has no deception or conspiracy, and only relies on clever formation and reasonable weapon configuration to defeat itself!
Hehehe~, let’s learn about the third ejaculation~?The shrill screams from the wind made the smile on the beautiful and pretty face of the female devil even brighter, and the blood of the enemy made her pair of jewel-like red eyes even more dazzling.
As if a little excited, Istansha stretched out her extremely graceful and sexy body on the soft chair, and her plump body wrapped in her close-fitting military uniform brought a bit of abstinence.
My chief, you know what to do... Istansha stretched out her slender legs and poked the orc chief Gudingjia, who became extremely excited after seeing the blood when she saw the blood.
The latter immediately roared to the sky with joy, picked up a giant axe and rushed out on the wolf.
On the sand of the river beach soaked in blood, King Feoré, who was unwilling to fail, finally rushed into the Sorafa crossbowman with his personal strength at the Heavenly Level. As his long sword filled with anger was swung, six Sorafa soldiers were dismembered and killed in an instant.
The other noble generals who followed King Rotok to attack the Sorafa army were also inspired, and they each burst into fighting magic and rushed into the enemy formation, slashing and killing the ordinary Sorafa soldiers.
With the hard attack of these extraordinary powerful men, Istansha's impeccable formation was immediately broken through several small gaps.
Don't stop!Everyone follows me!As long as we break through the obstacles of these archers, we will win!Despite the extremely heavy casualties, the wise and brave King Feoré tried to seize this last chance to win.
He rushed behind him with bows, arrows, crossbows and arrows that he could not raise his head. The knights who were blocked by the corpses of war horses that fell to the ground and the huge supplies and vehicles were shouting loudly.
Only then did he realize that the enemy on the other side was not in a hurry to shoot his own knights, but instead used the horses under the knights as the priority target to attack the real purpose of slowing down the speed and impact of his own cavalry as much as possible.
Seeing this situation, Feore also knew that cavalry rushes to the opponent's strong formation with bows and crossbows in such a situation. Only by allowing the lost cavalry to bypass the vehicles and rush into the enemy's formation in one fell swoop, prompting the opponent's medium and long-range weapons to be unable to exert their power can the breakthrough be expanded, thus causing the cavalry behind to rush in.
But just when he thought he had found a way to defeat the enemy, a gust of wind suddenly remembered in his ears that the combat instinct developed by years of war immediately allowed Feori's sword to block the sneak attack.
After the loud metal collision, the young king who was brave enough to kill all directions in the Sorafar army formation a few seconds ago was shocked and took several steps back to remove the violent force coming from his long sword.
The giant axe that had just attacked him was knocked away by his long sword, and it swirled back to the hands of an orc warrior with an extremely strong figure.
Judging from the terrifying force of the opponent's weapon, Feorre knew that the extraordinary green-skinned ghost in front of him was definitely a heaven-level powerhouse, and his strength seemed to be higher than him.
Based on the information obtained before, the identity of this orc warrior with such strength is about to emerge; the chief of the barbarian tribe, Guding and Stone Spear.
Very good, you are qualified to be my opponent!The chief's giant axe pointed at King Feoré and shouted in the stiff universal human language.
Now the orc chief wearing a full-coverage heavy plate armor tailored for it by Sora is undoubtedly countless times better than the shabby look of the previous one, which looks like a ragged look. The orc's tall and burly and iron-like muscles on the orc's body look solemn and majestic against the exquisite armor.
Humph, even wearing human equipment, you green ghosts are still a group of wild beasts.The difference is nothing more than the fact that the wild dogs were originally transformed into the lackeys raised by Sora’s legal person!Although he was shocked by the strength of the orc in front of him, the young king, as the commander of the army, could not lose any momentum. While saring, he secretly moved his wrists that were a little sore by the moment just now.
Being a lackey is better than becoming a cold corpse like you... Stupid human, do you really think the great Is, uh, Lord Isa's plan is just like this?What surprised Feore was that the orc chief was not furious by his satirical humiliation, but instead said a very philosophical sentence.
Indeed, no matter how despicable the victory is, it is stronger than the minor failure. The enemy has established a clear advantage in this battle, and the number of casualties on our side has exceeded one fifth. Now this situation is very limited for them to win this battle.
And Gooding and the last words made Feore's heart twitch suddenly; could that sinister woman still have a trick!?
Come out!Warriors!Devour the enemy's flesh and blood!The roar of Guting and the fighting spirit resounded like thunder. His words were said in orc words that humans could not understand at all.
Therefore, except for a few generals such as Safina and Andrew in the Sorafa army, the soldiers of the two armies did not know what these strange roars meant.
The huge baggage vehicles suddenly made dull sounds of impact. A few seconds later, ogres as tall as hills stood up straight from the lifted and smashed carriage. They stretched and moved their bodies, which were already stiff because they were curled up in the carriage, while waiting for pairs of small eyes that shone fiercely, and rushed to the formations of the vehicles around them, and could immediately connect with the Sorafar army with a grin.
The foul-smelling saliva was flowing and hanging from their ugly giant mouths with dense fangs, like hungry beasts who saw food.
Food, ogre!It's an ogre!
I don't know who was the first to tremble and shout, and then all the Rotoks fell into panic.
No matter how elite soldiers suddenly discovered that these most common characters appear in stories where parents and elders were used to trick themselves into falling asleep almost every night when they were young, they would no longer maintain their fighting spirit when they stood by themselves at such close distance, not to mention that this team has been suppressed by their opponents and suffered nearly one-fifth of their casualties.
It can be said that when the Rotok army saw the last bit of hope for victory, the ambush that suddenly appeared became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The extremely tight nerve finally broke at this moment. When Istansha, who was over 4 meters tall, ordered the extra-large maces made by his founders to fall on the heads of the Rotok people, the bloody and bloody corpses that were knocked off. As the blood rain of still carrying temperature fell on their faces, the Rotok army, whose morale had already dropped to freezing, finally fell into an irreversible total collapse.
Although even if King Feoré was entangled by Guding, he could no longer help his soldiers fight against the terrible ogres, other high-level generals in the Rotok army could all deal with these monsters alone, but they who also lost their fighting spirit knew that as long as they fought with these ogres, they would no longer be able to lead the soldiers to break through the enemy infantry formation.
Now his soldiers are turning around and retreating uncontrollably. Even if he strives to kill an ogre and a half, it will become meaningless in the battle situation.
As a qualified general, the most basic prerequisite is to be able to control your emotions at any time.
Obviously, King Feoré and all the Rotok lords who came with the army did this. When they saw that the war situation was irreversible, they did not fight for their will. They quickly got rid of their opponents and led the soldiers who had no time to leave to withdraw from the river beach stained with the blood of the Rotoks.
Under the afterglow of the sunset, broken weapons and flags on the battlefield filled with corpses dotted, silently telling the cruelty and bloodyness of this killing.
The flooded golden river water, the scattered soldiers patrolling the battlefield, the ogres sitting on the ground tearing and biting the Rotok corpses, and the rotten crows hovering in the air but not daring to land for a full meal, together bringing the last bit of freshness on this lifeless land.
All the enemy troops have confirmed their retreat. They have no formation at all and are almost defeated... After summarizing the news brought back by several black elves dragon knights, Andrew said Istansha, who was sitting in a soft chair to inspect the battlefield.
The young knight who once again personally followed the new master to create a miracle in the battlefield, was already full of awe and admiration for Istansha. His excited eyes looked at the female devil's devil's king with an unconcealable fanatical obsession.
In this case, Lord Isa, please... Roger, who had been following the lord, bowed and handed over the Frost Frost Sword with his hands in his hands.
Although he seemed more implicit than Andrew, the excitement on the face of the slave merchant who had actually joined the battlefield for the first time was very different from his usual calm and steady appearance of not showing his joy or anger.
Cheer!My warriors!We won!Istansha first stretched lazily, then cheered up and stood up with a long sword that was filled with cold air. She stepped on the shoulders of the huge ogre that had been serving as a soft chair for her to lift the sword in her hand, shouting with a crisp voice.
Then the entire battlefield was filled with joy, and the soldiers held up their blood-stained weapons and waved their strength. The dense sword blades reflected the light of the sunset like shining golden stars in the sky.
Victory!
Lord Lord is invincible!
Long live!
The roaring slogans echoed the sky with the hoarse shouts of tens of thousands of northern troops, and countless birds in the sky also flew away in shock.
In the past, in the confrontation with strong hostility in the north, the generals of the Rotok Kingdom, who were often weak and strong, strictly speaking, the command ability of the generals of the Sorafa was stronger than that of the ordinary generals, not to mention that King Feoré personally led the army this time.
So at the beginning, he first sent 3,000 infantry legions to conduct a tentative attack to find out the reality of Istansha's half-moon formation.
The Rotok infantry holding tower shields and spears marched in neat steps under the commander's shout, and at the back of the team was a long-range magic attack force composed of magicians.
The Sorafa soldiers who saw the enemy launch an attack began to recharge the magic cannons set up on the vehicles in an orderly manner according to the previous formation drill.
General!The enemy began to charge the magic weapon!I could clearly feel the fluctuations of magic elements in the air!The magicians under the protection of the Rotok infantry formation immediately felt the elemental turbulence and immediately reported to the commander who was the tempted attacking force.
All infantry immediately disbanded the dense phalanx and attacked the enemy with scattered formations. The magicians also dispersed to find opportunities to cast spells to interfere with the enemy's magic weapons!The commander of the vanguard unit was also a long-standing figure and immediately made targeted formation adjustments.
He knew that if those bulky magic cannons were charged, the soldiers who gathered together would definitely suffer heavy losses.
As long as the soldiers are allowed to disperse, they can only conduct straight-line attacks and require a long time to recharge before the magic weapon is fired once, causing very limited casualties.
The facts confirm the speculation of Commander Rotok. After rushing hundreds of meters, the magic cannons of the Sorafs opened fire one after another, and burst into magnificent glares that symbolize death.
Each magical column of light flashed by would take away dozens of Rotok soldiers' lives, and leave a charred ugly mark about 3 meters wide or 1,000 meters long on the ground of the river beach covered with weeds and gravel.
But that's all. Except for the more than 100 soldiers who were really unlucky to be taken away by more than a dozen powerful magic cannons, and even the corpse was not left behind, most of the Rotok infantry survived, and the Rotoks, who were obviously running faster and faster, would never give Sora a second chance to fire.
Just as the Rotok infantry entered the final sprint and could clearly see the wheels of the baggage trucks blocking the road, they suddenly found that the sky above their heads seemed to be dark. When an inexperienced soldier raised his head stupidly, a feather arrow falling from the air shot through his eye socket and pierced his head directly.
The last scene this soldier saw before he lost consciousness was the rain of arrows that was rushing towards him.
Raise your shield!General Rotok, who was in charge of command, shouted loudly.Although he burst out of his fighting spirit in time to shake off the flying arrow branches, the ordinary soldiers under him were not so lucky.
Since these infantry have been scattered now, it is impossible to rely on dense phalanxes to form barriers that can defend against the upper, left and right shield walls at the same time.
Although their individual soldiers are equipped with tower shields or round shields, they will inevitably omissions if their partners lack flanking cover.
Especially when facing the most precious legacy left by Count Bruna to his successor Istansha, the Gray Iron Guard, known as the strongest archer on the mainland.
These elite heavy archers who have been rigorously trained, have amazing arms and can shoot continuously at extremely fast speeds not only are the nightmare of every invader on the indestructible walls of the Limestone Fort, but also have very good performances even in the plains fighting.
The tactical qualities developed over the years have made the gray iron guards cooperate with each other in an extremely tacit manner, spontaneously and frequently uninterrupted long-range shooting in batches. In addition, the heavy arrow branches with strong bows are amazing when they fall in inertia. Many soldiers equipped with simple wooden shields are even nailed to the ground because they are shot through the shield directly.
Even the infantry equipped with large tower shields suffered a lot of casualties. Due to their excellent shooting skills, the gray iron guards at the center of the half-moon formation lined up in a row of canine-like side diagonal formations. In this way, the arrows they shot would intersect in the air and attack the Rotok infantry who were forced to fight from a certain angle. Even if the tower shield could block the arrow branches flying diagonally above, there would still be fish flying from both sides that would penetrate into their bodies, causing severe damage or directly taking away the lives of these soldiers.
In this embarrassing state of inability to advance and retreat, the defects of the inadequate defense of the Rotok soldiers, focusing on flexibility and lightweight nailed leather armor, were infinitely magnified.
Okay, send a signal to let the infantry retreat. This formation is not something that infantry can break. Their propulsion speed is too slow and there is not enough number. After being harassed by archers, they cannot truly attack the enemy. The magicians also retreated. Their magicians gave up the counterattack because they were afraid that the expensive magic cannons would be damaged, so they gave up the counterattack and used magic to support the defensive cover... King Feore said and waved his hand to order his temptation troops to retreat.
It is obvious that this strange formation of the enemy, coupled with the perverted Limestone Castle elite archers, is very conducive to defending against the attacks of slow-moving troops.
A wise decision, send a signal to Baron Rama to let him retreat!General Alund, with gray hair, immediately ordered the magician to send a light blue lighting magic into the air, which is also a common retreat signal on the mainland.
So, my king, since the enemy's formation has strong defense, will we give up this attack? The calm and cautious old general frowned and suggested to the king.
Because this tentative attack was completely defeated so quickly that he was almost defeated before he could even actually reach the enemy formation, which made him feel a sense of uneasiness.
That's not necessary. Although a strong attack will cause us to bear considerable casualties, it is also a rare opportunity for us... The arrogant and stupid woman actually brought out the gray iron guard stationed in the Limestone Fort. She forgot that only on the city wall can the strongest power of the archer be exerted, and lost the condescending terrain advantage. As long as our cavalry breaks through this narrow and long half-moon defense line, they will be slaughtered by us. This is an opportunity, an opportunity to completely eliminate one of the four elite Sorafa... King Feoré pointed at the Sorafa army formation in the distance with his eyes lit up and said in a deep voice.
Compared to Arund's concerns, the young king seemed full of confidence.
He was not a rash person, but he was extremely brave and talented. After calculating the rate of fire of the enemy archers, it can be inferred that under the full-speed assault of his light cavalry, the casualties that the opponent's magic cannons and bows were actually within his own range of ability. The only magician unit that still has a certain threat to his own cavalry was voluntarily giving up attacks in order to protect the safety of his magic weapons because of his conservative tactics, he focused on supporting various protective magic barriers with all his magic power.
In addition, the enemy's formation is wide on the outside and narrow on the inside, which can be used to change the formation and move very little. Once it is broken a little, its cavalry will be surrounded by the flank and cause the entire line to collapse. Because there is river water behind it, it can't even run away.
But... Arund wanted to persuade him again, but his king waved his hand to stop him.
General Arund, I know what you want to say, although the enemy's heavy raiders would hinder the assault of the laggard cavalry, the number of them was not enough to completely withstand the attack of the equal number of cavalry.We only need to break through the point in this array to open up the situation and defeat the enemy. In exchange for this victory, we... will probably sacrifice more than 10,000 cavalry, but as long as we can annihilate these western soldiers in front of us, we will use this victory to boost morale and stabilize the situation.If we can catch the bitch who repeatedly shamed the kingdom, we can also exchange her for the captured Earl Andrea...Feoré did not continue to say anything in the future, but everyone knows that after the defeat in the Red Blood Battle, nearly 200,000 elite troops of Rotok were lost all at once, and the plain territory in the north that was not dangerous to defend was directly exposed to the front of the Sorafa Empire's troops. The lords and civilians on the land were panicked. According to the news from the thieves, some cowardly lords had begun to secretly contact the Sorafa army... So, no matter what, they needed this victory too much.
The whole army attacked!Break through the enemy's defense line with a wavy formation!It is necessary to eliminate these robbers who dare to invade our territory!King Feore's sword was unsheathed and roared loudly.
Then with a finger of the long sword, the 50,000 cavalry immediately moved, and the scattered arrays lined up in layers of wavy scattered arrays pressed towards the half-moon formation set up along the river of Solafa.
The rumbling sound of horse hooves treading the ground made the earth tremble. Facing the tide of cavalry, even the battle-hardened gray iron guards could not help but feel a little scared. This was the first time they had been accustomed to squatting on the city wall and shooting people when they lost their terrain cover.
Andrew and other generals shouted to stabilize the morale of their soldiers. The heavy gunmen who lined up in defensive formations behind rows of vehicles quietly lifted up the heavy tower shield as they had practiced in advance, revealing the 6th platoon of heavy armored infantry holding the giant Rotok crossbow seized from the cliff fortress behind them.
The magic cannon, which had been recharged, ejected a dazzling illusion, plowing the land that they had just ravaged once again out of black smoke-filled chasm. With the light, hundreds of Rotok cavalry who were accelerating charges and had no time to react.
The experienced Sorafa archers did not need the commander's orders at all. After the enemy was about to enter the farthest range, they loosened the tight bowstring and released endless rain of arrows into the sky. The infantry holding heavy crossbows climbed up the innermost vehicle along the slope assumed by the tower shield, helping the soldiers who had previously operated the magic gun to calmly set up a simple platform for connecting the inner vehicle with the wooden boards and support objects placed in advance.
King Feoré, who led the army to join the charge, was a little confused after seeing the little movements of the Sorafa army from afar. When the cavalry around him were caught in an arrow every second, they were then stepped into a meat paste by their companions behind him, they could only grit their teeth and rush through this dense rain of arrows first.
Although the Rotok light cavalry is also equipped with cavalry shields, they have greater defense pressure than infantry, because being shot by the horse under the crotch also declares the fate of the cavalry.
At the beginning, the waves of cavalry that rushed like huge waves suddenly became much thinner after being baptized by this rain of arrows. In almost a flash, the casualties of thousands of cavalry fully allowed every Rotok to fully understand the terrible strength of the gray iron guard, who was the best among the four elite Sorafa, who was good at defensive operations.
Although I had already estimated it, when I saw the fresh lives falling on the way to charge, it still made Feore's heart thrill. He kept comforting himself in his heart: As long as he rushed over, just break through a little, he could kill those despicable archers...
Under the rapid charge of the horse, the distance of 1,000 meters was almost blinking. Through his own fighting spirit, he had already seen that due to the angle, there were no more arrows flying down in front of him, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
His eyes were red, and a cold smile appeared on his face. He turned his head and shouted at the soldiers who followed him tightly: Keep moving forward, the enemy's arrows are already...!?
The morale-boosting words stopped abruptly when Feoré saw clearly the things in the enemy's hands not far ahead, and they were aiming at their familiar weapons to present them in front of him.
The powerful Rotok Armored Heavy Crossbow was once a nightmare for all Sora corpses, but now King Feoré and his cavalry are fortunate to taste the horror of these murderous weapons carefully created by their country for the first time.
With Andrew who was climbing onto the roof of the car with the soldiers, countless sharp crossbow arrows with armor-piercing enchantments were spread like a large net towards the speeding Rotok cavalry.
Although heavy crossbows are far inferior to bows and arrows in terms of shooting frequency, cost and applicability, as a long-range weapon, they have unquestionable advantages in penetration and accuracy.
The Rotok armored heavy crossbow, which once held a steel shield and had at least three layers of armor protection on his body, could not effectively resist the Rotok armored heavy crossbow, which is of course not something that the leather armor and wooden shields on their own light cavalry can resist.
These pity knights often only see cold light flashing. After lowering their heads, they realize that they have been pierced with hot blood. The Rotok heavy crossbow arrows that exist specifically for the turtle shell and have abnormal defense power can often effectively kill their partners after penetrating 2 to 3 individuals, and those wooden shield and leather armors do not have any defensive effect on them.
After the Rotok cavalry who had just rushed out of the rain of arrows was shot accurately by heavy crossbows, almost all of them were shot and killed before the half-moon formation that kept harvesting life like the sickle of the Death God.
Feori, whose eyes were bloodshot and had bitten his lips, waved his sword to smash the armored crossbow arrows that he didn't dare to ignore. He jumped up before the mount that had been caught in his body, and rushed towards the Sorafa soldiers who had already shot the crossbow arrows and would take some time to load the arrows.
He knew that at that moment just now, at least thousands of people on his side had gone to see the God of Light.
Although he suffered unexpected casualties, victory was right in front of him. As long as he took the lead in breaking through here, the cavalry behind him would rush in through this gap.
do not be afraid!They don't have time anymore...what!?Seeing the Sorafa soldiers who had finished shooting, they turned around and retreated in a hurry, and King Feoré, who thought victory was right in front of him, did not forget to turn around and cheer up his morale.
But the sharp roar that suddenly sounded again accompanied by a premonition of danger made him subconsciously wave the long sword in his hand like a windmill. At this time, he saw that just as the first wave of crossbowmen in the first two rows of crossbowmen finished shooting and retreated back, two rows of crossbowmen rushed up without hesitation and continued to shoot at the cavalry who had just escaped from the attack of arrow rain.
In just a few seconds, a large number of cavalrymen from the front fell down.
The nightmare is far from over. While Fiore struck his sword hard to resist the crossbow arrows flying towards him, he was frightened to see two rows of people coming up behind the two rows of crossbowers. The crossbowers who had just taken down the first wave of shooting were about to load them again with all their strength, with the spearmen who had already put down their spears and shields in their hands and freed up their hands to help the crossbow arrows load the crossbow arrows.
Seeing this, Feore's eyes suddenly shrank, and he was as smart as he was of course the terrible thing about this crossbow tactic was immediately discovered; in this way, the slow loading of heavy crossbows can solve the problem of insufficient shooting frequency, thereby achieving the effect of continuous shooting.
At the same time, he also understood why that woman dared to use infantry to fight against an equal number of cavalry on the plains, which was simply another trap!
It is a trap that has no deception or conspiracy, and only relies on clever formation and reasonable weapon configuration to defeat itself!
Hehehe~, let’s learn about the third ejaculation~?The shrill screams from the wind made the smile on the beautiful and pretty face of the female devil even brighter, and the blood of the enemy made her pair of jewel-like red eyes even more dazzling.
As if a little excited, Istansha stretched out her extremely graceful and sexy body on the soft chair, and her plump body wrapped in her close-fitting military uniform brought a bit of abstinence.
My chief, you know what to do... Istansha stretched out her slender legs and poked the orc chief Gudingjia, who became extremely excited after seeing the blood when she saw the blood.
The latter immediately roared to the sky with joy, picked up a giant axe and rushed out on the wolf.
On the sand of the river beach soaked in blood, King Feoré, who was unwilling to fail, finally rushed into the Sorafa crossbowman with his personal strength at the Heavenly Level. As his long sword filled with anger was swung, six Sorafa soldiers were dismembered and killed in an instant.
The other noble generals who followed King Rotok to attack the Sorafa army were also inspired, and they each burst into fighting magic and rushed into the enemy formation, slashing and killing the ordinary Sorafa soldiers.
With the hard attack of these extraordinary powerful men, Istansha's impeccable formation was immediately broken through several small gaps.
Don't stop!Everyone follows me!As long as we break through the obstacles of these archers, we will win!Despite the extremely heavy casualties, the wise and brave King Feoré tried to seize this last chance to win.
He rushed behind him with bows, arrows, crossbows and arrows that he could not raise his head. The knights who were blocked by the corpses of war horses that fell to the ground and the huge supplies and vehicles were shouting loudly.
Only then did he realize that the enemy on the other side was not in a hurry to shoot his own knights, but instead used the horses under the knights as the priority target to attack the real purpose of slowing down the speed and impact of his own cavalry as much as possible.
Seeing this situation, Feore also knew that cavalry rushes to the opponent's strong formation with bows and crossbows in such a situation. Only by allowing the lost cavalry to bypass the vehicles and rush into the enemy's formation in one fell swoop, prompting the opponent's medium and long-range weapons to be unable to exert their power can the breakthrough be expanded, thus causing the cavalry behind to rush in.
But just when he thought he had found a way to defeat the enemy, a gust of wind suddenly remembered in his ears that the combat instinct developed by years of war immediately allowed Feori's sword to block the sneak attack.
After the loud metal collision, the young king who was brave enough to kill all directions in the Sorafar army formation a few seconds ago was shocked and took several steps back to remove the violent force coming from his long sword.
The giant axe that had just attacked him was knocked away by his long sword, and it swirled back to the hands of an orc warrior with an extremely strong figure.
Judging from the terrifying force of the opponent's weapon, Feorre knew that the extraordinary green-skinned ghost in front of him was definitely a heaven-level powerhouse, and his strength seemed to be higher than him.
Based on the information obtained before, the identity of this orc warrior with such strength is about to emerge; the chief of the barbarian tribe, Guding and Stone Spear.
Very good, you are qualified to be my opponent!The chief's giant axe pointed at King Feoré and shouted in the stiff universal human language.
Now the orc chief wearing a full-coverage heavy plate armor tailored for it by Sora is undoubtedly countless times better than the shabby look of the previous one, which looks like a ragged look. The orc's tall and burly and iron-like muscles on the orc's body look solemn and majestic against the exquisite armor.
Humph, even wearing human equipment, you green ghosts are still a group of wild beasts.The difference is nothing more than the fact that the wild dogs were originally transformed into the lackeys raised by Sora’s legal person!Although he was shocked by the strength of the orc in front of him, the young king, as the commander of the army, could not lose any momentum. While saring, he secretly moved his wrists that were a little sore by the moment just now.
Being a lackey is better than becoming a cold corpse like you... Stupid human, do you really think the great Is, uh, Lord Isa's plan is just like this?What surprised Feore was that the orc chief was not furious by his satirical humiliation, but instead said a very philosophical sentence.
Indeed, no matter how despicable the victory is, it is stronger than the minor failure. The enemy has established a clear advantage in this battle, and the number of casualties on our side has exceeded one fifth. Now this situation is very limited for them to win this battle.
And Gooding and the last words made Feore's heart twitch suddenly; could that sinister woman still have a trick!?
Come out!Warriors!Devour the enemy's flesh and blood!The roar of Guting and the fighting spirit resounded like thunder. His words were said in orc words that humans could not understand at all.
Therefore, except for a few generals such as Safina and Andrew in the Sorafa army, the soldiers of the two armies did not know what these strange roars meant.
The huge baggage vehicles suddenly made dull sounds of impact. A few seconds later, ogres as tall as hills stood up straight from the lifted and smashed carriage. They stretched and moved their bodies, which were already stiff because they were curled up in the carriage, while waiting for pairs of small eyes that shone fiercely, and rushed to the formations of the vehicles around them, and could immediately connect with the Sorafar army with a grin.
The foul-smelling saliva was flowing and hanging from their ugly giant mouths with dense fangs, like hungry beasts who saw food.
Food, ogre!It's an ogre!
I don't know who was the first to tremble and shout, and then all the Rotoks fell into panic.
No matter how elite soldiers suddenly discovered that these most common characters appear in stories where parents and elders were used to trick themselves into falling asleep almost every night when they were young, they would no longer maintain their fighting spirit when they stood by themselves at such close distance, not to mention that this team has been suppressed by their opponents and suffered nearly one-fifth of their casualties.
It can be said that when the Rotok army saw the last bit of hope for victory, the ambush that suddenly appeared became the last straw that broke the camel's back.
The extremely tight nerve finally broke at this moment. When Istansha, who was over 4 meters tall, ordered the extra-large maces made by his founders to fall on the heads of the Rotok people, the bloody and bloody corpses that were knocked off. As the blood rain of still carrying temperature fell on their faces, the Rotok army, whose morale had already dropped to freezing, finally fell into an irreversible total collapse.
Although even if King Feoré was entangled by Guding, he could no longer help his soldiers fight against the terrible ogres, other high-level generals in the Rotok army could all deal with these monsters alone, but they who also lost their fighting spirit knew that as long as they fought with these ogres, they would no longer be able to lead the soldiers to break through the enemy infantry formation.
Now his soldiers are turning around and retreating uncontrollably. Even if he strives to kill an ogre and a half, it will become meaningless in the battle situation.
As a qualified general, the most basic prerequisite is to be able to control your emotions at any time.
Obviously, King Feoré and all the Rotok lords who came with the army did this. When they saw that the war situation was irreversible, they did not fight for their will. They quickly got rid of their opponents and led the soldiers who had no time to leave to withdraw from the river beach stained with the blood of the Rotoks.
Under the afterglow of the sunset, broken weapons and flags on the battlefield filled with corpses dotted, silently telling the cruelty and bloodyness of this killing.
The flooded golden river water, the scattered soldiers patrolling the battlefield, the ogres sitting on the ground tearing and biting the Rotok corpses, and the rotten crows hovering in the air but not daring to land for a full meal, together bringing the last bit of freshness on this lifeless land.
All the enemy troops have confirmed their retreat. They have no formation at all and are almost defeated... After summarizing the news brought back by several black elves dragon knights, Andrew said Istansha, who was sitting in a soft chair to inspect the battlefield.
The young knight who once again personally followed the new master to create a miracle in the battlefield, was already full of awe and admiration for Istansha. His excited eyes looked at the female devil's devil's king with an unconcealable fanatical obsession.
In this case, Lord Isa, please... Roger, who had been following the lord, bowed and handed over the Frost Frost Sword with his hands in his hands.
Although he seemed more implicit than Andrew, the excitement on the face of the slave merchant who had actually joined the battlefield for the first time was very different from his usual calm and steady appearance of not showing his joy or anger.
Cheer!My warriors!We won!Istansha first stretched lazily, then cheered up and stood up with a long sword that was filled with cold air. She stepped on the shoulders of the huge ogre that had been serving as a soft chair for her to lift the sword in her hand, shouting with a crisp voice.
Then the entire battlefield was filled with joy, and the soldiers held up their blood-stained weapons and waved their strength. The dense sword blades reflected the light of the sunset like shining golden stars in the sky.
Victory!
Lord Lord is invincible!
Long live!
The roaring slogans echoed the sky with the hoarse shouts of tens of thousands of northern troops, and countless birds in the sky also flew away in shock.
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