The sounds of military drums and footsteps all disappeared. For a brief moment, the world seemed to be deprived of sound and became extremely silent.
The distance between the two sides was so close that the soldiers in the front row could clearly see each other's faces, their eyes, and the nervous and excited trembling at the corners of their mouths.
The elite rebels who had just captured the top of the low hill collapsed like a flooded river embankment. Some of the smartest warriors crazily squeezed back. They did not receive orders to retreat or fight, but just relied on instinct to fight.
Hide as quickly as possible, avoiding the row of black muzzles.
The Ravenel Fusiliers Battalion had leveled their barrels, and when the destined moment arrived, the flow of time seemed to have stopped.
"volley!"
Griffith's thunderous roar opened up the dense firelight and connected it in a straight line, white smoke rose, and the dense roar tore apart faults in the air.
Dense explosions swept across the ground like a violent wind. Black cloud-like bullets screeched across the rebels, tearing apart their carapace, armor and shields, making continuous explosions.
Also shooting at the same time were the rangers brought by Harandil. They were divided into two, and armor-piercing heavy arrows were like summer showers, covering the flanks of the musketeers towards the gathered rebels.
Countless blood-red petals instantly bloomed on the top of the low hill, extending back from the front row of the rebel team and quickly spreading into a field of flowers among the crowd.
Oscar watched as a heavy infantryman next to him was hit in the head by a lead bullet. The sound of popping was heard one after another. Both monsters and humans were like targets, being hit by lead bullets into the torso. The deformed projectile body was broken and split due to the shattering of armor and bones.
The flesh and blood rolled around, doubling the wounds inside and mashing the internal organs into a ball.
There were heart-rending screams everywhere.
The rebel ranks fell backward in rows like wheat fields struck by scythes.
The losses of the rebels who were crowded together due to the charge were particularly shocking. The lead bullets fired at them were almost useless, and even killed several people at once due to penetration and fragmentation. The man in the front row fell down after being shot, and the wounds in the back were
The soldiers were pressed beneath him.
On the entire front, more than 500 of the 3,000 rebels fell, and the first two rows of officers and combat backbones who faced the volley were almost wiped out.
How many enemies have been killed? Is the musket effective against mutated creatures? Should I shoot two more rounds?
Griffith, who was commanding the Fusiliers in combat for the first time, observed the battlefield as quickly as possible. However, smoke, screams and broken soldiers running around filled his senses.
It seemed that just this round of violent volleys brought the gathered elite rebels to the edge of collapse. However, before that, the infantry battle lines and phalanxes of the two armies were clearly firing at each other on the gentle slope.
The organization was still maintained after several rounds.
The Fusiliers and Rangers' surprise attack from behind the ridgeline frightened the enemy as expected, and the close range volleys were surprisingly effective!
There was no time to hesitate. Griffith gritted his teeth. Opposite him were high-level hybrid experimental subjects that could compete with extraordinary beings and could cause heavy damage to mortal soldiers in a short period of time.
Griffith no longer has a reserve team in his hands, and the outcome depends on this.
"Bayonet charge!"
Hanguang pointed forward.
The bugle sounded loudly, the bayonets under the barrels gleamed with cold light, and the silver wave surged along with the drumbeats. All the fusiliers raised their bayonets.
…
The team was in total chaos.
Oscar saw the massed cavalry and heavy infantry collapsed beside him. They were twitching on the ground one by one, their throats making a heavy sound, and blood foam pouring out of their mouths. Their iron armor was torn with big holes.
, bleeding gurglingly.
The heavy armor on these elite warriors did not block the lead bullets at all. Instead, it caused the lead bullets to deform and shatter on the way through, causing them even greater damage.
Oscar's head ached for a while. Even a mutant of his rank was injured by the shooting. Before he could cheer up and reorganize his troops, loud bugles and tide-like shouts swept over him.
"Drive them off!"
The entire battalion of musketeers pressed forward with bayonets in hand. They maintained their formation and swept through the rebel lines like silver.
They did not load ammunition or shoot, but just stabbed at the chaotic rebels with sharp bayonets. Even those inhuman monsters were surrounded by several bayonets and killed on the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
This assault was even more unstoppable than the previous salvo. Even if they survived the initial hail of bullets, the rebels who were about to counterattack were completely defeated.
All the rebel ranks were shaken.
First, the commando team on the top of the low hill collapsed, and the tidal wave of broken troops rushed towards the phalanx on the gentle slope, smashing these reorganized troops into pieces. The soldiers led by Griffiths chased after them.
Come, the defeated rebels fled towards the foot of the mountain again, smashing into pieces the troops gathered there.
"It's over!"
"Run!"
After a fierce battle for a long time, the rebels who were about to overwhelm Beyelan's army and capture the entire low hill saw the silver battle columns pouring down. The powerful Gulam warriors were also surrounded by swarming infantry and stabbed to death with random spears.
.
Desperate fear spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague, frighteningly fast. Even the troops who had not suffered much losses were heartbroken and joined the general escape.
The cavalry led by Rana and the remnants of the other four battalions of the defeated Beyelan also joined in the counterattack. Spears and bayonets caused a bloody storm, and sabers cut down the deserters in large numbers. In the end, the cavalry did not even
After cutting it off, he just let go of the horse's hooves and ran over the defeated crowd.
…
"Isn't it spectacular? Fellow wizards," Tiberion, the consul of Beyeland and the principal of Homemon Watts, appeared in a woods far away from the battlefield and said to the large group of wizards following him, "This is Xia
The new army recommended by Earl Dragon to the Senate takes less than one-third of the time to form and train, but its combat strength exceeds one-half of the legion."
The cry of killing is moving towards the far end of the battlefield. A dozen high-level wizards are following the demigods. Each of them is surrounded by bright magic balls and solid magic shields, and they are looking at the battlefield with different expressions.
They saw the counterattack of Beyelan's reserves hidden behind the ridgeline, which defeated the rebel general attack. Beyelan's infantry counterattacked from the low hills, and the musketeers and pikemen repeatedly attacked; then, the cavalry also joined.
During the battle, the main force of the rebel army began to collapse piece by piece, and finally collapsed across the board. The soldiers who were coerced into fighting intensified the chaos, and they killed and trampled each other with the veterans of the rebel army.
This army of tens of thousands was littered with corpses under the Borodino hill.
"The victory has been decided." someone said.
"No, not yet. The spirit of eternal denial still has a backup plan. Pay attention to that direction."
High-level wizards were exchanging opinions, just like professors discussing academics. Suddenly, a wizard with a distinguished status said:
"My lords, Roland is an enemy! He has been planning to deal with us for a long time!
"This army is too dangerous! Those mortals will have the idea of disobeying us because of this!"
As soon as this statement came out, someone among the big shots present immediately retorted:
"Have no mortals any swords? Wise Quintus Fabian Maximus, do not yield to your reason to the fear of the strange.
"Let's get to the bottom of it. There are legions in Bijran, aren't they a mortal army? Aren't they not risky? The point is not the sword but the man who wields it.
"The Senate and the Arcane Council need a cheap, quick army to fight against threats all over the world. That Griffith is the Shutoral we trained, and he is the sharp sword of the Senate."
The speaker of this opinion was so dignified that all the dignitaries present fell silent.
"You are right, the great Lord Salorian," the high-ranking wizard Fabian lowered his head and said, "If that Griffith is one of ours... I think we should make arrangements for Elena de...
Countess Larmour will probably not object to his marriage to the Countess."
This sudden proposal aroused both approval and opposition.
"If this can be done, this Hand of God will be as reliable as Count Larmore!"
"Hmph, this is a great love affair. Has the Toral system finally become a way to cultivate love? Do you think our school rules at Homemon Watts are a joke?"
"We still don't know which His Majesty's representative he is?"
"What if the countess gives birth to an angel?"
"Is this important? Is there no precedent? For example, that person..."
"What's Canaan's opinion?"
A sharp whipping sound suddenly sounded in the air. The cold extraordinary wizard Professor Lordes Basilico Listener waved his wand and interrupted everyone's busy discussion with a bolt of lightning.
"Silence, the battle is not over yet," Lordes said coldly, "Principal, I have detected abnormal psychic ripples. That thing is coming."
The earth was trembling, and an ominous aura filled the air. Even the Beyelan army chasing north could not help but stop and look up in surprise.
They suddenly saw a terrifying, astonishingly large shadow, and its distorted shape was beyond the range that reason could bear. The entire battlefield fell into even more crazy chaos.
At the same time, a vigorous psychic aura was rapidly expanding.
Principal Tiberion nodded and said calmly:
"I have informed Aaron to be ready. Dear wise adults, please slow down our arguments and don't let blindness and confusion blind our eyes to explore the truth.
"Next, please allow me to introduce the son of prophecy who brings balance to light and darkness. What he possesses is the power that truly changes our era and saves the world.
"As for the rest...
"After all, it is the delusion of mortals. Human beings who cannot understand the mystery but try to look directly at the root of the irreversible destiny understand in the tide of fate that all resistance is in vain, and that they are only mortals after all."