The rebel commanders at all levels on the front line noticed the battle on the low hill. The unstoppable Ahai easily tore through Beyelan's defense line like the ancient gods of the wilderness, and was about to usher in a complete victory. However, in
In a very short period of time, the situation took a turn for the worse. Those majestic mountain-like shadows suddenly disintegrated and fell one after another.
The rebel troops, who were about to break through the defense line, seemed to have suffered a terrible sniper attack and stopped motionless.
The three senior commanders, the fallen wizard Serel, the terrifying knight Green, and the demon hunter Parari, who were always paying attention to the battlefield, immediately found Oscar and questioned him:
"Are these your trump cards that even the gods would retreat from?"
"Why were you defeated so easily!"
Gulam's commander Oscar's expression was as solemn as the ice of the Far North. At the end of his field of vision, what he was looking at, the most powerful comrade in Ahai had disappeared.
After Kaz, the most loyal and brave partner Mika also disappeared.
"You should say something!" Demon hunter Parari took a step forward and grabbed Oscar's collar. "Our warriors still have the advantage. However, the most powerful Gulam warrior suffered heavy losses. If Beye
Lan's extraordinary beings launch a counterattack, can you provide cover?
"Should we retreat!?"
"Or stop for a moment?" The fallen wizard Serel also echoed.
Only infantry cannot fight a war.
The dense formation of infantry phalanx, reconnaissance rangers and breakthrough heavy cavalry, as well as long-range support archers and trebuchets combine to form a complete army. In addition, it has defense, firepower and mobility beyond human limits.
Although the number of extraordinary extraordinary people and mythical creatures is small, they are the decisive assault and counter-assault force.
Without the strength of the mysterious side, the regular army would suffer greater losses when breaking through the defense line, and would easily be defeated when encountering a counterattack by the enemy's high-level combat power.
"No problem, my comrades." Oscar finally spoke. However, these simple words seemed to drain all his strength, making it as difficult as climbing up from the abyss of despair.
"We can't stop," Oscar raised his tone, "Byelan's strong men have been scattered and contained. Without their leadership, their infantry will be drowned like fading weeds in the vast sea of rebel fighters.
"Try harder, comrades, Beyelan's troops are already in ruins, and we cannot give them a chance to breathe.
"My Gulam troops will take the lead in the attack. All our columns must concentrate all their troops and attack with all their strength!"
…
Led by the Broken Spine Daedalus, the Blood Drinker Medisha, and the Demonic Eye Ajet from the Gulam Army, the three thousand elite soldiers of the rebel army began to move toward the dwarf under the cover of nearly a hundred hybrid experimental subjects.
Advance above the mound.
Oscar was among them. He did not show the mythical form of the manticore, but wore his coat as usual and walked forward with his head raised.
Scattered warriors were everywhere on the hillside. The column that launched the attack earlier had lost its organization in the condescending shooting and subsequent melee. The rebel warriors gave up their inoperable muskets and bows and were armed with lances, halberds and broadswords.
, under the cover of the hybrid experimental subjects, they formed a tight column and moved forward quickly.
They could have gathered more troops, but not long ago, communication with the rear headquarters was cut off. Some disturbing news came from the camp behind the army, and it seemed that a terrifying monster was attacking there.
However, Oscar and the others did not have the extra energy to pay attention to these things. At this decisive moment, all the forces of the mysterious side must be concentrated instead of scattered in order to give Beyelan's army the final blow.
We’ll talk about other things later!
Oscar moved forward under the escort of his companions. They had long lost their human form. Whether they were young girls or simple farmers and herdsmen who joined later, their hands and feet became wriggling tentacles, their bodies were covered with lizard scales, and sharp bone spurs protruded from their backs.
.
Everyone has been transformed into inhuman forms by magic potions.
The young soldier leader who led them looked back at Isius who was standing still in the center of the battlefield with a complicated expression.
"What are you doing? Isius...
"We lost Mika and Kaz, and even you can't fight anymore?"
A series of explosions and howls of arrows disrupted his thoughts, followed by inhuman howls. Gulam and the soldiers at the front had already exchanged fire with Bayeran's stubbornly resisting troops.
Oscar looked up and could only see the shaking spears and flying rocks and debris. The advancing team had stopped.
Talking about the farms and mines in the rich Vero River Basin, the peaceful and normal life... Isius, in the end, didn't it become like this?
Oscar thought of his alliance with Isius and taking the young soldiers of Westeros to take root in this war-torn land. It was obviously last year, but countless things happened.
From now on, we are no longer the puppets and tools of others, and can truly control our own destiny... Isus, in the end, isn't it still like this?
If he hadn't felt that vague yet familiar anomaly in Isius, Oscar doubted whether he would have accepted Isius's proposal in the first place. Would it have been different if he had chosen another path?
It probably won't make any difference.
Oscar felt like his cells were bursting, and his body felt like it was sometimes being burned by fire, sometimes being soaked in ice water, with different pains coming alternately.
He is a hybrid experimental body prepared by the great wizards, a mixture of humans and monsters. From the day he swallowed the potion, he had no choice.
You have no choice, Isus, he is obviously the same miserable existence as us.
The attacking team shouted loudly, and Daedalus at the front seemed to have broken through Beyelan's spear formation. The terrifying knight Green was leading his freedom knights, and the heavy infantry was following closely behind.
The entire front is moving, and victory is at hand.
"I'm going to fuck you, Isius."
Oscar tore off his coat and threw it on the ground, taking one last look at the fortress of dead flesh and blood that was as stiff as a cocoon.
"I'm going to do it, Isius, don't stop there!
"Follow us, let us smash this miserable and painful world and drag those high gods down from their thrones!"
His body was expanding, a scorpion tail and bat wings grew out of his body, and his handsome face turned into that of a lion. He used a human voice to shout angrily at the roaring warriors:
"attack!"
…
Columns of mutated warriors, pikemen and halberdiers launched a full-force attack on Beyeran's position. The strongest tauren Daedalus and Green's dismounted cavalry performed best. They issued alternating and neat stampedes.
There were sounds, the scraping of armor, the clash of swords and a rough gasp.
All the soldiers charged towards the top of the low hill, trying to capture the highest point of the ridge in one fell swoop, and then rush down from the back of the mountain. The troops commanded by Ophelia, LS Er, Warren Hayden and others were defeated one after another, and the defense line
A situation emerged that was like the earth falling apart.
Even the Canaanite ghosts led by Galadia could not resist them. They had the most sophisticated equipment and combat skills, but armor-piercing spears were dazzling from all directions, and these extraordinary elites had to retreat temporarily.
The nearby rebels were also inspired. They had suffered heavy losses in the previous battle, and they would cheer up again and sweep in with the momentum of lava thunder.
The besieged Beyelan troops could no longer resist. Some squadrons with exposed flanks were wiped out almost instantly.
The terrifying knight Green cut off a musketeer's arm with his long sword, and then kicked him down. The battle ax of the minotaur Daedalus caused a bloody storm in the crowd. The four infantry battalions of Bayeran were ravaged by them.
A complete squadron has not been found.
"We won!" Green raised his giant sword and shouted towards Oscar, "We have captured the Borodino hill!"
Oscar stepped forward with his majestic four hooves, stepped over the corpses, and came to them. He looked around and responded: "Oh! Then cross the ridge and take down Beyeland's baggage."
Medisha was guarding him: "It felt suddenly quiet. I didn't even have time to take action. Beyelan's people were wiped out. I didn't expect it to be so easy."
Ajit shook his tentacles and said: "This is all the credit of Mika and the others. The battle just now has exhausted Beyelan's combat power."
Medisha whispered: "But Mika and the others..."
"Cheer up!" Oscar said loudly, "We finally won, thanks to the efforts of our companions, we must work harder! The strange boat at the foot of the mountain has the power to become our ally, we...
"
Before he finished speaking, the giant ship Alombis of the Dead suddenly fired thunderous artillery fire on the overflowing Densa River. The direction of the shooting was clearly towards the low hill.
"What's going on!" The rebels who gathered on the top of the low hill leaned down together to avoid the dangerous shelling. However, the shells did not arrive as expected, but instead received the roar of the second salvo.
"What happened to that ship!?" Some rebels roared, "Why did they attack us?"
There were trembling waves from the ground, like the vibrations caused by the impact of heavy artillery shells. However, Oscar also noticed a different, more serious resonance in this shaking and trembling.
This is……
"Line up! Form a formation! This shelling is not aimed at us!" Oscar jumped up, "The battle is not over yet!"
The rebel soldiers who were avoiding the bombardment did not react. The top platform of the low hill, Beyelan's defense line, headquarters, artillery positions and supplies have been captured. Where is there...
"Look over there!"
"what is that!"
Suddenly someone shouted. The soldiers raised their heads and saw a bright spear thorn on the ridgeline leading to the southern slope.
The haze shrouding the battlefield was pierced by this light. In the direction of the ridgeline, amid the continuous roar of artillery shelling, a silvery dawn rose.
"Line up and move forward!"
Griffith returned to his troops. He held the eagle flag high, and the Ravenel Fusiliers Battalion under his direct command and the Harandil Half-Elf Brigade who came for reinforcements lined up behind him, with silver breastplates and shining
The spear thorns formed a long and thin silver line that extended to the edge of the low hill.
Led by Mediamea and Harandil, they lay in ambush behind the ridgeline and remained in ambush until the rebels captured the top of the low hill. Alombis, who discovered the ambush, hurriedly bombarded them with artillery fire, but
The elite soldiers trained by Roland and Canaan remained motionless until their commander, Griffith, returned to their midst.
1,400 Fusiliers and Rangers completed their formation. They lined up neatly under the eagle flag and looked calm. When they emerged from the mist of battle clouds, thousands of rebels vaguely saw the God of Victory spreading his wings.
Fly to the battlefield.
Griffith held the flag in his left hand and raised the light in his right hand:
"All troops, raise your guns to your shoulders!"
The sound of gunfire and the buzz of the rangers' bows were like the surging waves. There were bayonets stuck under the gun barrels and sharp arrows on the bowstrings. Griffith could even clearly see the horrified expressions on the enemy's faces.
Thunder and lightning suddenly rolled in the sky where the haze had receded. The light drove away the gloomy fog and chased it to the far end of the horizon. The distance between the two armies was less than thirty yards.
Regardless of monsters or mortals, all living beings are equal under close range volleys!
"Let us use hot lead bullets to announce the end of the old era."