Battalion after battalion of soldiers are rushing to the battlefield. The cavalry is in the front, and the artillery is behind. The team of thousands of people is divided into several groups in the wilderness, advancing along different roads without blocking the road.
Griffith once again observed the terrain and confirmed that as long as he walked a little further and crossed the Denza River from west to east, he would encounter the rebels. The number of rebels was several times that of his troops, so the entire battle group
The defense line must be shortened by relying on the terrain of low hills and river banks.
He called the commanders together and confirmed the deployment for the last time:
“Each battalion crossed the river in batches and immediately established positions on the river bank and the Borodino hill upon arrival, leaving space for our artillery and cavalry.
"Rana has repelled three attacks by the rebels. The rebels will soon devote their main force, including those hybrid experimental subjects."
"Remember, the target of the battle is Isius and the rebel command. We must give the rebels enough blows in the battle before they will appear."
The battlefield was already very close, with dense volleys of musketry and wails and roars coming and going.
Griffith watched the commanders return to their ranks. Groups of soldiers passed in front of him, followed by a squadron of 6-pounder guns. From time to time they got stuck in the mud, and then someone immediately laid down planks.
Go up to the gravel and continue moving.
This army rolled towards the battlefield. The soldiers on the march were slightly nervous and uneasy, but no one made any noise. They were as quiet and stable as flowing water.
Griffith stopped to examine the army. Two days of continuous marching did not damage the combat effectiveness of the troops, and they will appear on the battlefield in full condition.
However, when he looked in the direction of the battlefield, among the hills and woods beyond his sight, the smoke and dust rising in the sky made his spirit throb. It seemed that there was an indescribable ferocious terror and bone-eroding madness entrenched in the distance.
Far beyond the limits of mortal understanding.
"Nara, Aaron must be hiding nearby," Griffith raised his whip and pointed forward, saying to Galadia beside him, "This is not only a battle between our army and the rebels, but also a battle between the Chosen Ones.
The first battle in the final stage of the festival. We still don’t know what amazing mysteries they will come up with.”
When Griffith said this, his heart beat like a snare drum. His eyes turned to Neferty, who was following the headquarters. The closer to the battlefield, the more unstable the echo crystal became, and the communication between the troops could only
It is carried out through traditional methods such as heralds, semaphores, and ravens. If Naira suddenly makes a sneak attack in the melee, it will be difficult for Griffith on the front line to support Galadia in the first time.
Moreover, he still had an indescribable uneasiness that something more unknowable and uncontrollable was about to happen.
Galadia held the command helmet that Griffith took off because of the heat, tilted her head and looked into his eyes: "Are you feeling unsure?"
"Yes," the knight admitted honestly, "if we attack ten thousand people or face Behemoth, I have nothing to hesitate and firmly believe that we can win. However, my battle has never involved so many gods.
"Isius must die and the rebels must be destroyed, but we are not the only ones who think so.
"Once you take this step, you can never stop."
Miss Elf smiled and raised her hand, stroking his black hair that was curly due to sweat and dust:
"This kind of thing started on the day we met, didn't it? There are many mysteries that still have no answers to this day, right?"
Griffith thought for a while and found that this was true: "You are right~"
Galadia nodded and put the helmet into his hand:
"The power of the Outer God is full of unknowns. We don't know what Naira's back-up plan is. However, being closer to Neferti allows me to sense abnormal psychic fluctuations.
"Griffith, you just need to focus on the army and fight as usual. Leave Naira to me~ I am a dual-attribute supernatural being of caster and ranger. I have an advantage against such half-hearted favored ones.
.Attribute restraint!”
Miss Elf raised her arms to show her strength, and stared at each other for a while with Griffith, who didn't know how to answer. Suddenly, she remembered something and took out a piece of psychic crystal and handed it over.
To Griffith:
"Sonia has prepared this for you. I have just finished debugging it. You can give it a try. Theoretically, she can observe strong psychic ripples in Homemonworth and provide you with early warning and communication support."
"What else is there?" Griffith took it over curiously, "Won't you be disturbed?"
"No, the principle is different." Miss Elf drew circles on the ground with her toes. "It can only support the contact between you and her, find each other's spiritual coordinates through the contract, establish a channel, and there will be no interference. I have to say,
Certain people’s contracts are really useful~”
Griffith resisted covering his face.
Extraordinaries are a decisive force on the battlefield. Their powerful psychic ripples are always monitored by the authorities. With Sonia's support, Griffith can get early warning in time, at least he does not have to worry about being caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the hand of God.
.This can be considered a good thing, right...
He forced himself to calm down and changed the subject:
"Harandil's half-elf brigade is the reserve force for this battle. We try not to use it. Once Naira launches an attack, Harandil will be needed to support you."
…
At 13:15 on April 15, Griffith, Ophelia, and Murat arrived at the battlefield. Also arriving at the same time were three cavalry squadrons.
Lana had already built a position based on the low hills and river banks. Due to time constraints, they only built a chest-high low wall. Outside the low wall, the rebels densely surrounded them from three directions.
"Prepare for a general attack!"
Following the thunderous roar of a certain extraordinary person, one after another shouts rose from the ground, and the sound shook the sky, as if the whole world was filled with their shouts.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Thunderous drum beats rolled in, and densely packed spears rushed in like a forest. The rebels' loud war roars beat their chests, and they pressed darkly towards the Borodino hill.
The mountains and plains are filled with crowds of rebels, and every sight is filled with gleaming spears.
From morning to now, the rebel troops have launched three charges, but they cannot attack the troops trained by Count Chalon. Lannes has been using his troops with restraint and retaining the elite dragoons. However, looking at the tide of
The enemy, his face is full of cruel killing intent:
"As you can see, the fourth wave of impact is imminent.
"The rebels are endless. Our army is suffering casualties every moment. As long as it is flesh and blood, it will bleed and become exhausted. With such an endless offensive, it is inevitable that omissions will occur. Now that all our cavalry have arrived, my Black Wolf
, as well as the squadrons of Storm and Murat, and more than 600 armored cavalry, let us gather together to launch a counterattack and crush them!"
This proposal made everyone a little excited. A counterattack by six hundred knights led by extraordinary beings could completely crush tens of thousands of people.
"Yes! Send out the cavalry reserve!" Murat beat his chest and shouted, "Griffith! What are you going to do! Now!"
The vanguard of the rebels is the driven civilians, defeat them and drive them to counterattack the Chinese army!...
Griffith's blood suddenly roared, and he turned around almost subconsciously, scanning the armored cavalry on the back of the low hill. The will and fighting spirit surged with his thoughts, and the officers who followed him
Both the heroes and the extraordinary seemed to have received invisible orders, tidying up their swords, putting on their helmets, and preparing to rush to the battlefield.
"commander."
Griffith suddenly heard a gentle call. He stopped and realized after a while that it was Sonia's voice.
The Countess' spirituality found him across a long distance.
"Sonia," Griffith responded hastily, "it's so good to hear your voice."
"Well, me too!" Although we couldn't meet each other, Sonia was still very happy, "I detected a large number of psychic ripples to the north of you, which should be the hybrid experimental subjects of the rebels."
"Understood, keep observing, we will deal with it," Griffith calmed down and said to Lana, Ophelia, Murat and the commander who had arrived:
"These are not the main force of the rebels. We have to send them up on their own.
"I command
"Cavalry Reserve, don't move!"
…
"Joseph, Serel and Green took their fifth, ninth and twelfth columns to attack," Gulam commander Oscar said. "My brothers and sisters have also completed their preparations. Isius,
This will be our decisive battle."
"Mika, cough, cough, cough, will you go out to fight?" Isius asked out of breath, hiding under his thick black cloak.
"That's natural. He will give the Beyelan army a surprise," Oscar whispered, "reminding them of the fear of being dominated by overwhelming power."
"Well, ahem, that's good! Be careful, the armored cavalry will counterattack," Isius covered his chest, as if he was suffering from heart-rending pain every time he spoke, "I will also go out to fight and prepare the carrier."
He wanted to say something more, but suddenly a burst of dense explosions resounded across the battlefield.
"Round shot!"
Hundreds of muskets sprayed out fierce fire in three directions. The rebel troops that rushed up the hillside densely burst into a mist of blood. A large number of soldiers staggered and rolled to the ground one by one. The smell of blood and the screams filled the fields.
The four battalions led by Lannes, Ophelia, Russell and Warren Haydon had already gathered. Their pikemen were behind and the musketeers were in front, forming four rows across the low hills.
First, the first row of musketeers fired a volley. They did not retreat, but took the loaded muskets from the rear row of musketeers and handed over the empty guns. The muskets were passed from row to row, and were passed to the last row for loading.
The charging rebels were knocked down, and the rest still roared up. The Beyelan soldiers in front of them only had a low parapet for cover, and there were not many of them. As long as they charged up, they would be crushed instantly!
There were also many rebel archers carrying bows and arrows and matchlocks, shooting at the hillside from the crowd.
Some of them charged, some retreated, some shot, and some fell. The dark crowd rushed forward row after row.
"volley!"
The second round of volleys of gunfire sounded immediately, as densely as thunder!
Then came the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh volleys of gunfire. The dense gunfire continued, and the rebels charging along the broad front seemed to have hit an invisible wall.
, the man in front fell thirty yards in front of the parapet, the soldier behind jumped over the body, and was knocked down two steps away.
Every time a volley of guns rang out, the soldiers fell down a row.
The corpses slowly piled up, the wounded lay all over the ground, and the blood flowed out into gurgling streams on the hillsides. The smoke was thick, and the fire was leaking out layer by layer. After several rounds of firing, the four battalions of musketeers no longer knew they were shooting.
what.
They did not aim, they followed the military orders mechanically, and they fired in one round with their guns.
The rebel musketeers, archers, armored halberdiers and unarmored pikemen were knocked down by the hail of bullets fired from above. Whether they were officers or soldiers, the dense lead bullets treated them equally, knocking them down row by row.
.
"Retreat, brothers!"
"There's no hope!"
One by one, the rebel forward groups wavered and retreated. The soldiers behind could not clearly see the battle ahead, and did not know what was happening in front of the thick human wall, and they were mixed with the retreating troops.
At this moment, the thunder above their heads suddenly stopped. The surviving soldiers were shocked and thought they had escaped from hell. Looking around, they saw twisted corpses and dying wounded soldiers everywhere in the thick blood mist.
Even the most fanatical warrior was awakened by the ice water. The courage during the charge dissipated, and timidity, fear and despair immediately surged into his heart.
Some rebels vaguely heard several terrifying and wanton sounds hovering in the smoke ahead.
"The smoke obscured my view and I couldn't see clearly, but they seemed to be still where they were."
"It's a little strange. We are waiting for cooling. What are they waiting for?"
Griffith pulled out the Han Guang and said to everyone: "The Musketeers stay where they are.
"Lance Assault!"
As soon as the order was given, there was a loud rolling sound as the rumbling iron armor rolled straight down.
"ah!"
The rebels who gathered under the low hill screamed heart-breakingly, threw away their weapons, and ran into the crowd.
One after another, the brigades exploded, and everyone was pushed back and fled, passing other troops along the way, and collapsed like a tidal wave.