The first wave of counterattack arrived in the blink of an eye. Locust-like arrows shot out from the hands of the orcs and troll soldiers, heading towards the soldiers of Bjelan.
"Testudo (turtle shell formation)!"
Krista stood at the forefront. She saw a row of light infantry coming forward in the distance and immediately gave the order.
Following a blast of trumpets, nearly a thousand infantrymen raised their large shields to protect the front and top of their heads. From a high altitude, it looked like a shining silver city wall.
The rain of arrows was like hail falling from the sky, making a dense knocking sound on the shield.
The trolls used throwing spears instead, throwing them like raindrops, constantly passing through the gaps in the shields, pinning the soldiers to the ground. Occasionally there was a scream or two, which was when the throwing spears passed through the gaps in the shields and shot through the soldiers below.
However, in the thick and orderly military formation, the human losses were not great, and they moved forward step by step with their big shields held up. Soon the troll shooters had finished throwing their spears, and some were helpless as they looked at the human beings who were rushing in like a wall.
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"Throw the spear, fire three rounds!" Nona shouted.
The sergeants in each small phalanx passed the orders. When the soldiers hidden behind the shield wall heard the orders echoing on the position, they immediately put down their shields, pulled out the javelins inserted behind the shields, and threw them at the unprotected troll warriors.
An iron rain of death.
The troll warriors kept howling and were knocked down by sharp spears. After three neat volleys, the heads of more than two hundred troll spearmen facing them were almost wiped out.
"Warriors! Attack!"
After watching the sharp javelin fire, Manggrus sent his commander and more than a thousand warriors to charge forward with their battle axes and spears, shouting.
The orc coalition armed with heavy hammers and battle axes frantically attacked the soldiers' large shields. The positions of soldiers whose shields were broken or killed would be immediately filled by soldiers in the back row.
"Change!" Nona gave the order, and the soldiers in the rear row took a step forward. The tired soldiers in the front row flashed to the right and retreated to the rear row, while the soldiers with strong physical strength continued to face the enemy.
The infantry of the clan alliance rushed towards the solid human defense line, and were killed by swords and spears protruding from the gaps between the shields from time to time. The human soldiers relied on the solid shields and tight formations, and their feet were soon covered with corpses. Their enemies took turns.
Impacting the shield wall is like a wave rushing towards the shore, rushing up fiercely, and then retreating in vain.
At this time, a majestic figure emerged from the clan alliance's army.
Warlord Manggulus came to the front line, preparing to personally lead the warriors to attack. He held a steel ax and stepped forward, causing mountains to collapse and the ground to crack with every step he took. The shield wall blocking him collapsed at the touch of a button, and in the blink of an eye, 5 people around him were destroyed.
6 human infantry rolled into a pile of minced meat.
Ogres and shamans of various races began to chant bloodthirsty spells. In the unidentifiable spells, the extremely fierce orc soldiers were enveloped in blood-red light under the blessing of bloodthirsty. They were protected by the ancestral spirits.
Improves the speed and endurance of the person being cast for a period of time, with amazing explosive power.
The Overseer, blessed by the bloodthirsty spell, led his warriors, wielding their battle axes like a storm, and broke through several battle lines.
He kicked away a panther and threw a big bear into the river. There was no enemy wherever he went. Bijeran's battle column was retreating, and the orcs were pushing them to the river.
As a general in charge of the army, personally attacking this team of less than a thousand people was really unworthy of his status as a military governor. There were no traces of extraordinary people in the enemy army, making him vulnerable. Manggulus was killing like crazy, and the long-lost hot blood was
It stimulated his nerves and made him excited.
However, he still remembered his identity as the general of the front army, soberly penetrated the military formation and came to Beyelan's military banner.
As long as the general is killed, the rest will be left to his subordinates.
A human girl is holding high an eagle flag and waving it. From the orc aesthetic point of view, she is too thin, but it is undeniable that she is very beautiful.
This flag is neither an attack nor a retreat, and there are no rules at all. Could it be that it is waved to the troops in the distance?
Mangurus raised his steel ax to her and said in human language:
"The outcome has been decided, little girl."
When the girl dancing with the flag saw him, she gathered the flag and held it in her hand like a spear:
"Yes, the victory has been decided. Your Excellency, the general, is coming to the front line."
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Griffith watched the battle at the bottom of the mountain. The phalanx of the clan alliance was tearing apart the bridgehead of Beyeland bit by bit under the leadership of the warlord general.
What Brunave said is right. The warlord Mangurus Bloodaxe is indeed a warrior. He is fierce and fearless wherever the danger is. I heard that once the army's camp was breached, and many warriors began to despair.
After escaping, Manggrus raised his flag high and, as a general in command, personally led his men to stop the attack and repair the camp.
Under the positive pressure brought by Krista, he once again went to the front line in person.
"Captain, the enemies who attacked us have been repelled by the rangers," Gil de Ace, who was wearing fine armor, came to Griffith's side. He dropped several heads of enemy warriors and jumped on his horse, "We
Go support the Saint!"
Griffith was riding on his war horse and saw the military flag waving at the foot of the mountain, so he pulled out Han Guang:
"gather.
"We cut in from the right rear of the enemy's formation and attack the enemy general's flag!"
All cavalry capable of fighting formed a dense queue on the narrow mountain road. The lancers in the front row raised their spears high, like a forest of cold silver. All armored cavalry and lancers imitated Griffith.
They made banners out of branches and feathers, and rushed down the mountainside following their commander.
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A group of orcs behind the large phalanx are following their compatriots to counterattack and advance towards the bridgehead. The thick phalanx prevents the short creature from seeing the situation in front. It only knows that the governor is overwhelming and the phalanx is moving slowly. The warriors at the front are
It may have driven humans down the river.
The ground shook in waves, and a few small stones jumped on their insteps. The rumbling sound was like drums and continuous thunder.
The orc spearmen turned their heads to look in confusion, only to see the soldiers around them looking back, with panic expressions on their faces.
The first thing I saw was a silvery flood rushing down from a mountain not far away.
It took everyone a few seconds to realize that they were armored cavalry. They came down from the mountain, spread out their saddles and rode closely against the saddles, holding high silver spears as dense as a forest.
The cavalrymen had snow-white wings on their backs, like messengers of the White God, and like silver walls, rushing towards their backs. The sense of oppression and fear that made people unable to look straight tightly strangled the throats of all the soldiers.
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After seeing the scene clearly, all the orcs almost lost the ability to speak and desperately pushed the soldiers in front.
"Cavalry! Cavalry!"
A few clever guys broke free from fear and shouted heartbreakingly. The soldiers in the front row who had not noticed the strange thing behind them all turned their heads to look, and the entire phalanx suddenly became commotion.
"Keep the speed! Level with me!" Griffith held up his lance with the general's flag hanging on it, and controlled the pace of the attack. More than a hundred cavalrymen were advancing almost at a jogging speed, and adjusted according to the general's flag.
The direction of entry.
Griffith's hussars had long feathers on their backs and lined up in two dense rows, knee to knee. The feather flags rustled with their impact. As the horses' pace and formation adjusted,
The movements of the cavalry became more and more orderly, making a tooth-itching sound of tearing the ground and the air. In the end, there were waves of terrifying roars that struck the soul.
The heart-shaking sound of horse hooves and the whistling of wings woke Mangurus up. He looked to the south and saw the valley was red, the trees were trembling, and the murderous aura was rising into the sky.
"What is that? Lightning on the ground? The fiery Hechi is an armored cavalry! How could it come down from the mountain?!"
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Griffith's cavalry began to accelerate, and he could already see the panic and despair on the faces of the enemies not far away.
The clan alliance soldiers standing on the cavalry impact axis were pushing and shoving, trying to escape from the inevitable wall-mounted impact axis. The right rear of the large square formation was like a piece of chocolate with a big bite missing.
The ground was covered with layers of broken soldiers after falling down.
Griffith felt power spurting out from his limbs and bones, turning into a red light extending backwards. The cavalry following him were covered in this red light, cutting through the darkness like a sharp sword.
The suffocation that enveloped the battlefield dissipated without a trace like spring snow under the scorching sun.
"Byelan!" Griffith held up the bloodthorn, and the hunter's command flag fluttered in the air, "Long live!"
"Byelan is victorious!"
All the lancers raised their spears and then lowered them together. The gleaming cavalry formation sprinted with all its strength less than fifty steps away from the coalition's square formation.
The roar of the high-speed impact of the hussar feathers was like the loud noise of an avalanche, and the rolling sound of horse hooves was like an earthquake tearing the earth. It was as powerful as the sky was falling apart, and the orc team had been shattered. Everyone, you are tripping me.
, I hold you, no one can stand up.
Everyone felt that they could not breathe, and if they continued like this, they would be crushed to death here. Then, they saw a silver torrent rushing towards them from the gap.
The battlefield seemed to suddenly become quiet. The battle horns and desperate cries disappeared for a moment, and then a "boom" exploded.
There were crackling bones and shattering sounds everywhere! Faced with the wall-like impact, most of the orc army was trampled under the iron hooves, and some were knocked into the sky. The left wing of the army was defeated in an instant.
Countless soldiers were crushed by war horses, their sternums broken, and then trampled to pulp under the horses' hooves.
There was a burst of crying and shouting in the ears, and the languages of various races were mixed together, but they all said the same thing:
"Run!"
Griffith felt a shock come from his horse's shaft, and then the fine horse's shaft bounced slightly, and the pressure on his hand was lightened again, and the enemy stuck in the horse's shaft was directly ejected.
Shadows were everywhere in front of him, and from time to time he could see one or two orcs flying into the sky beside him.
Manggulus's army collapsed in an instant, and the defeated soldiers squeezed towards the central army like waves, and they fell in pieces like dominoes.