Desai suddenly opened his eyes. His head seemed to have been hit hard, and he was feeling dizzy and unclear.
what happened?
He shifted his perspective and saw the silver breastplate and mail under the red woolen cloak, the sturdy gauntlets and smooth greaves, and the long sword and dagger attached to the brown belt. He moved his body, finely
The armor ring made a jingling sound.
Then there was a dense noise. The vision became clear, and groups of cavalry stood up nearby. They were armed with lances, sabers or maces, and some of them had silver flintlocks stuck in their saddles.
"winter--!"
There was another muffled sound, and Desai suddenly realized that someone was patting his helmet. He turned his head and found that Lanzada was adjusting his belt and hitting his helmet with his fist.
"Desai, wake up! We're about to attack!"
"Emmm..."
Desai felt inexplicably confused and restless, and his throat was very thirsty, like a beast waking up from a deep sleep, eager to drink blood.
He felt as if he had been assigned something particularly important, but he couldn't remember it.
"Prepare to attack!"
The flags on the low hills were waving, and the thunderous roars inspired shouts and slogans one after another. The cavalrymen got on their horses, and the heavy and dense sound of horse hooves rolled.
The blood in Desai's whole body almost boiled, and he subconsciously grasped the rifle. When he looked up, he saw something on the other side of the low hill, something that he couldn't see clearly, beyond common sense, and beyond words.
The described shadow is swaying in the smoke and dust, and every time it sways, it stirs up indescribable seasonal uneasiness.
The battlefield is invisible here, and the diffuse wind and smoke stir up the dying screams, filled with wailings of restlessness, madness and chaos.
There's something in that smoke and dust!
This horrifying thought just flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, the strange shadow disappeared in the rising smoke. Desai could not see anything clearly. One after another, hurried figures passed by the entire armored cavalry squadron, rushing towards the battlefield.
In all directions. Suddenly all units were mobilized, and squadrons of dragoons on standby nearby were already moving along the flat ground between the low hills and the river bank.
"What happened?" Paxiu rode up behind Desai and asked in a low voice uneasily. But no one answered. The armored cavalry all focused their eyes on the hillside. Griffith Desai, the leader of the first-level assault squadron,
·Ravenel jumped down from the hillside and came to the middle of his cavalry.
There was another unknown seasonal disturbance in Desai.
Nearly two hundred young men and women of the cavalry saluted their commander together.
"Cavalry, get ready." Griffith came to the front of the team and jumped on a strong black horse. "The priest stepped forward and gave the whole team a blessing of courage and faith. Ignore the rest."
The clergy in the team immediately took action. Lanzada, who was beside Desai, also ran to the front of the team. She wore a blue nun's robe over a silver chainmail, opened the book, and sang prayers in a clear voice.
Desai seemed to be bathing in the morning light, and the ethereal and pure breath enveloped him. The hesitation and confusion he had felt just now disappeared without a trace. He immediately had a strong sense of mission and wanted to devote himself to the great war immediately.
"Asylum, loading completed."
"Cavalry, move!" Griffiths at the front of the squadron raised his blood thorns high, followed by two hundred cavalry, advancing in four columns from the hidden river bank towards the battlefield.
At 2:50 pm on April 15, Storm Squadron completed preparations for the attack. They left the slope of the low hill and moved from behind the tight infantry line to the left flank of the battlefield.
Desai finally saw the whole battlefield clearly.
Wave after wave of rebels followed the military flag, formed a dense formation, and moved forward amidst the sound of military drums, smoke and dust billowing, and waves of blood flowing into the sky. Their officers raised their swords high, shouted loudly on the battle line, and drove the soldiers away.
Groups of infantrymen holding halberds desperately tried to squeeze through the gleaming forest of spears to attack another forest of spears.
Suddenly, the ground trembled, and the 6-pounder gun on the top of the low hill opened fire. The artillery salvo tore apart the sound gap, and the thick smoke and fire made everyone shake. Desai held his breath and followed the path of the shelling.
Looking in the direction, I saw black shadows flying over the crowd, making a terrifying whistling sound, and falling into the square array in the distance.
The moment the shells fell, there was a strange calm at first. Just when Desai was wondering why the shelling had no effect, the heart-rending screams and wails almost knocked him off his horse.
The black iron ball bounced and rolled between the legs and feet, tearing off broken limbs and pieces of flesh wherever it went. Those densely packed gun formations were driven out of the smooth path of flesh and blood in the blink of an eye.
Another round of shelling followed.
Except for the soldiers at the front who were fighting, the soldiers in the middle and back of the square could only stand and receive the shells. When the shells were about to hit the ground, they were so slow that they seemed to be able to catch them with their hands. Some reckless pikemen waved their spears and tried to hit the shells.
They were shot to the ground. However, the shells broke the barrels of the guns and tore their arms from their bodies.
The three squadrons composed of armored cavalry, dragoons, Verona noble cavalry, and mercenary cavalry ignored the phalanx in the battle, but detoured under the leadership of the commander. They are the sharpest daggers, fighting against the powerful transcendent.
Under the leadership, prepare to deliver the critical blow.
The vision becomes clearer and clearer.
The low hills and the crowds of people grew farther and farther away, like mounds crawling with ants in a flood. Volleys of musketry came one after another, and cannonballs and lead shot cut down rows of soldiers.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the cavalry. The moment they gained sight, some people witnessed something astonishing.
"what is that!"
"what is that?"
The cavalry group that had always maintained a strict formation was in chaos. They saw a swollen piece of meat standing on the ground, covered with an ugly and thick chitin carapace, and a huge pillar of dark red tusks sticking out. This unheard of behemoth exceeded
All cognitions and nightmares are crushing me with unstoppable creep.
Beside it, several thick phalanxes seemed to have fallen into autistic and foolish madness. The rebel soldiers were not afraid of this terrifying monster. They stood stiffly on the battlefield and looked at the troops in front with unimaginable expressions.
The madness repeatedly attacked Beyelan's position, using dead bodies and flesh to pave the way for the monster's arrival.
Some of the Beyeland infantry who faced this scene had already fled under the ravages of fear, but most of them still stood firm. The gunners on the top of the low hill stripped their arms and fired the shells with all their strength. The sound of cannons came one after another, and the position was already gone.
It was completely shrouded in thick smoke, like a sea of clouds, and underneath the clouds were people rolling and impacting like stormy waves.
Countless infantrymen were blocked under the low hills, unable to advance or retreat, and were killed in pieces by dense artillery shells and lead bullets.
The giant beast with carapace, arms and legs, and jointed limbs turned a blind eye to all this, and moved persistently and slowly towards Beyelan's position. Wherever it went, the broken, bleeding wounded and corpses disappeared.
What's even weirder is that the rebels deployed near this fearful monster are standing still...
Desai's heartbeat was accelerating. He realized with horror that everyone was about to charge towards the indescribable monster to challenge some kind of existence beyond human beings! How could this be done!?
At this moment, Griffith raised his lance again.
"Squadron, stop!"
The entire squadron gathered their trotting mounts. At the same time, the other two squadrons led by Lana and Murat had also arrived, gathering into a strict wall like streams converging into a river.
The cavalry and horses were trembling and commotion. They were all frightened, and coming here was already the limit of their courage. Just the stench and ferocious breath in the air had already made their minds collapse, even if they took a second look.
This monster as big as a mountain has not even appeared in books. If it is allowed to get close to the defense line, the infantry on the Borodino hill will fall apart in an instant.
Griffith took a deep breath, feeling the thickness and moisture of the blood, and the hot flames ignited in his eyes. He struck the ground with his lance, and an invisible impact and sonic boom swept over. The War Knight's
Power spurted out from the limbs and bones, gathering and hovering around him, like a canopy of flames and light.
The panicked cavalry were alerted by the shock and reverberation, and their suspicious eyes focused on the knight standing with his head held high. The noisy chaos froze.
The morale of the Beyelan cavalry is locked by the "Broken Army" characteristic.
They saw that their commander was strong and graceful, his sword pointing directly at the source of madness and chaos. The hearts of those who were timid were filled with excitement, and the blood of those who were retreating was boiling.
Lanzada squeezed from the rear to Desai's right rear, and Paxiu raised the military flag. All the cavalry put down their visors and approached each other, roaring like beasts, and staring straight ahead.
The wings on Griffith's saddle whistled in the wind, bringing the entire squadron with an astonishing momentum.
His right hand was covered with blood and his left hand was filled with light. Under the dark golden mask, his sharp gaze was like a scarlet moon, and the tremor that made people unable to look directly grasped the hearts of all the cavalry.
A majestic voice echoed deep in the hearts of the six hundred cavalrymen:
"Starting now, we will launch a sudden attack on the rebel flanks.
"Lancers, line up front!"
Griffith drew his sword and pointed forward, and the armored cavalry, dragoons and light cavalry wearing breastplates and blue and red uniforms moved like a city wall amidst the even rhythm of the sound of hoofbeats and the clash of spurs.
Viewed from the sky, it looked like a gleaming tide roaring towards the shore. Many scattered rebels along the way were swept into this huge wave and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The first row of the trotting cavalry battle line held lances, and the following rows held sabers and maces tightly, maintaining a smooth line and rolling forward.
Griffith received the snowflake-like chaos of information collected by the commander and quickly captured the threat ahead. The situation changed unexpectedly. Yinsius attacked in the form of a mythical creature in advance, and Beyelan's entire army collapsed.
danger.
We must cut through the rebel defenses and kill Yinxius after he reaches the front line! Now!
"Follow me to attack!" Griffith summoned all the cavalry reserves into the battle and rushed into the core of the rebels from the side of the battlefield. He shouted amidst the deafening rumble of hoofbeats, "Byeland——!"
"Long live!"
The cavalry group began to accelerate. The rebel formation deployed in the center was as dull as a pile of wood, and was divided into formations by corpses, ravines, and mounds of dirt along the way. They deployed their gun array slowly and inefficiently, and they were not deployed before they were in place.
Caught in the gap!
The cavalry rushed through the crowd from the gaps in the phalanx, and then quickly tore the battle line apart, with crackling and snapping sounds under the horses' hooves.
Desai saw countless phalanx soldiers like festering anthills, pieces of them collapsing in front of the cavalry and on the left and right sides, fleeing in all directions.
"Boom!" The cavalry battle line broke through the enemy's defense line like a flood, making a deafening roar. Thousands of rebels flew backwards, and then were trampled under the iron hooves of the war horses.
"Lost, defeated!"
"Ah monster!"
A strange scene happened. The rebels near the monster seemed to be waking up from a dream, and suddenly let out an overwhelming scream.
The loud noise and ringing in the ears made people crazy. Desai ran into a group of rebels, and his men and horses were smashed into the crowd. He rolled a few times, jumped up quickly, drew his sword and chopped down several people.
There was chaos everywhere, and everyone seemed to be running around. The cavalry line had passed through the formation, and seemed to be heading in the direction of the monster. There were shouts and screams of fighting everywhere.