An endless stream of spiritual energy supplies the front line, catalyzing the summoned withered ones.
The appearance of these monsters, which are elves, half-elves, and degenerate humans, has become more and more abstract as time goes by. They grow tentacles and mouthparts like insects, and their skin transforms into some kind of carapace. Their distorted appearance even scares people.
The rout of the barbarian mercenaries.
Behind the Withered Ones are half-elf heavy infantry, cavalry and artillery. Some of the elite infantry and cavalry soldiers with armor use halberds, swords and other white blades, while some are equipped with firearms.
At the end of the military formation are the elf rangers, cavalry and super-heavy cavalry composed entirely of Extraordinaries.
Such a mixed army with different equipment and mixed races made Paulus's eyes twitch. He must always be careful about the fluctuations in combat effectiveness and morale of different units to avoid a sudden collapse of the embankment on the front of the wide battlefield.
"Don't be so depressed, Stannis," Lord Provis, the representative of the Senate, comforted. "The condition of the withered warriors on the front line is relatively stable. The withered warriors in Canaan City have a more complex structure - petal-like heads.
They are like a sea of flowers under the shadow of a lighthouse."
"..."
Paulus was even more confused when he heard these words. The adjutants beside him, Artus, Tanya and Flora, all had solemn expressions.
The Grand Republican Army on the opposite side was neatly formed, and the endless battle line stretched from the river beach to the rolling hills to the west. About thirty steps ahead of the battle infantry and artillery positions were sparsely formed light infantry. Paulus was familiar with them.
The Beyeland Army and the Confederate Army all have this kind of skirmishers who are flexible in combat and can perform multiple tasks such as reconnaissance, forward, cover, sniping, etc. They can engage the enemy in front of the large formation and cover the advancement of the phalanx. The elves are very critical of them.
The evaluation is far inferior to that of Rangers, but it cannot be ignored, and there are very many of them.
"Cheer up, people of God!"
Provis encouraged everyone enthusiastically. In the name of the Senate, he brought a letter of appointment and a marshal's staff promoting Paulus to marshal.
"We have gathered all the elite soldiers of Canaan!" (Actually, it is not true, the rangers of Arran and Tidwexi are not here.)
"We have an endless supply of troops to crush all enemies!" (This is also not true. The lack of troops even caused Canaan to drain the patrol forces in the Dark Swamp and the city.)
"The Glory Elf's artifact has been activated. It won't be long before the strategic weapon 'Genesis' will burn all humans and their positions into glass!"
These words immediately boosted the morale of the headquarters and increased fighting spirit. Provis was very satisfied and said to Paulus:
"How dare humans leave their castle and fight us on the plains?
"Lord Galilei Gato will also come to the front line in person. It's time for the humble worm to see the depth of Canaan's two eras."
Paulus thought for a moment and said: "The enemy's fortress and trench fortifications have been hurriedly constructed, and it is difficult to withstand a full blow of our army, followed by a wishful weapon; but the enemy's army is large in number and has an endless supply of follow-up, and our army can be contained through field battles."
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"That's good," Provis nodded and said with a smile, "use the withered warriors to attack the front, contain their main force, and then invest in strategic weapons. If they lose quickly, we will take advantage of the situation and attack the fortress behind."
The demigod thought for a while and then added: "The one with the dead method is cheaper."
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June 27, 8 o'clock.
A swan-sounding trombone pierced the sky, and the battle began. Canaan, with 30,000 withered warriors as the forerunner, launched a full-scale attack on the Byelan position. Most of them were out-of-control legionnaires and half-elf soldiers, even if they fell into madness, they could
The basic organization was maintained. Paulus threw them all into the front.
Smoke and dust billowed, and the mutated army formed a tide that was miles wide. Trees fell and trees were broken wherever it passed, and birds and beasts disappeared!
The infantrymen on the battle line saw only gray tides flowing across the field, mutated limbs beating the ground like raindrops, and the thunderous sound of running almost shaking their hearts out of their chests.
Just seeing the terrifying aura of tens of thousands of twisted inhuman things trying to devour everything will scare you from the bottom of your heart!
Roland, who was in the Burning Sun Fortress, could also feel the power of thousands of troops. Although the infantry of the Grand Republic Army was well-organized, it was still a completely different feeling when facing monster-like enemies.
The quality of the troops in Canaan is frightening. The impact and lethality of the withered warriors are no less than that of human heavy cavalry. The intensity of attack and defense can be one against five, or even one against ten. Half-elves are all veterans of Canaan and have strict discipline.
, skilled in combat skills, and better equipped than Beyeland's officers.
The elven troops were even more powerful. In a one-on-one battle, the human Sequence 7 Beyonders could barely keep up.
Roland was very doubtful that the battle infantry could hold the position alone. The astonishing strength of the psychic legion in the previous Jin Ge battle even made him less confident in the bastion.
However, the first wave of attacks must be faced. The infantry of the Grand Republican Army must buy time for the construction of a large number of fortifications. They must push the front line forward to gain defensive depth for the spectacle being prepared! Until the entire army forms a line across the battlefield.
With fortifications, Canaan's military formation can be broken up, and then it will be time for Griffith to decisively defeat the elves and magic.
The gray withered ones were getting closer and closer to the infantry line, and abstract tentacles and shapes filled the field of vision. As a Sequence 5, Roland could not turn his eyes away, and the hand holding the telescope was covered with beads of sweat.
"Artillery fire!"
The flashes of fire were connected together, and thousands of gunpowder smoke rose into the sky. The rockets and artillery shells from the artillery positions passed over the army lines, fell on the vast plains, splashed up clouds of soil, and then exploded in some places with dazzling lights.
of fire ball.
The field artillery spewed flames one after another, white smoke rose from the fire door, and the gun body retreated. Just after it stopped, the gunner had already started the second round of loading. The well-trained artillery fired at a rate of three rounds per minute, 12
The pounder cannon and the 6-pounder cannon cross-fire from both wings. Canaan's array is very shallow in depth, so the power of frontal shooting is greatly weakened, and oblique shooting can kill more targets.
The rockets also aimed at the key locations where the Withered Ones would attack, with their tail flames like buzzing swarms of bees, carving crooked marks in the air.
Heavy firepower continuously hits the withered ones, and their ranks can be seen being penetrated in many places. These monsters without emotion or mercy move forward mechanically, with no intention of retreating.
Immediately, Canaan's long-range firepower also began to fight back. The half-elf artillery volleys around the White Tower pierced the air, leaving a hissing sound in the air. The white faint trails became denser and denser, and finally formed almost a straight line.
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The white smoke almost covered the artillery teams on both sides, the dazzling firelight flickered in patches, and the vision was blurred.
Suddenly, the Withered Ones rushed through the arc of artillery fire. What stood in front of them were rows of makeshift parapets, behind which stood rows of red musketeers.
The infantry had formed a hollow phalanx facing the ground. The soldiers in the front row were half kneeling on the ground, and the soldiers in the back row raised their guns and moved forward. The withered warriors who were the first to rush out of the smoke let out strange screams and densely packed around the hollow phalanx.
A thicket of bayonets ran past them, trying to attack them from behind.
Previous combat experience has made the army realize that battle lines of infantry and a layer of parapets cannot stop psychically enhanced melee troops. Tight battle lines can easily be penetrated by multiple attacks, and strictly disciplined infantry will be attacked from several directions.
The officers and soldiers agreed that the formation for anti-cavalry operations was more stable, and it would be better if there were parapets on the front, rear, left and right. Even if the psychic creatures could not be killed, they could still hold the line of defense and wait for heavy fire support from the rear.
However, the Withered War Horses were not timid warhorses after all, and no one knew whether they would keep circling. As soon as the two sides came into contact, the three sides of the hollow phalanx facing the impact fired simultaneously, and the light four-pounders of each squadron fired with shotgun shells.
Dense rain of bullets swept through the gaps in the phalanx, like strong winds blowing through. The withered practitioners around the phalanx fell to the ground like dead leaves that were blown off, and even froze in place.
More withered warriors from behind poured into the gap between the phalanx, and rows of sharp bayonets were seen. They immediately divided into several groups under the hedgehog-like bayonet bushes, and poured towards the left and right wings.
There were also some half-elf cavalry mixed in with the withered ones. Their task was to guide and supervise these monsters, but the first actual battle was completely different from what they had imagined. The half-elf cavalry immediately lost control of the army after the battle and could neither command nor control.
Unable to contain the withered ones, they could only let them run everywhere. They themselves, like the mounted archers in the classical era, rode horses and ran past the hollow magic circle. Some relied on their superb riding skills to use the riding bow in their hands to quickly
Shooting light arrows, some jumped off their horses and attacked the Bayeran infantry with lances and hatchets.
Some withered warriors also joined the attack on the opponent's formation, tearing apart the battle array with their strong armor and sharp claws, killing the infantrymen in the battle line and screaming in agony. However, soon, Bjelan's fusiliers were there.
Officers and sergeants targeted them.
Densely packed lead bullets fell like a torrential rain, and the half-elves and withered spells that threatened the most outside the hollow square fell to pieces on the spot.
After three rounds of volleys, the Beyelan infantry began to fire freely. The dense enemy crowd outside the phalanx made the shooting hit rate astonishingly high. The piles of corpses almost exceeded the breastworks.
"You see, individual strength does not determine victory in the battle," Roland was overjoyed, "wisdom and organization do!"
"Oh~" the staff officers and adjutants echoed in long tones.
The Withered Ones' panel is indeed powerful, at least stronger than Beyelan's psychic legion during the Battle of Jin Ge. However, the madness swallowed up their sanity, and they lost control and destroyed the organization. In the organized battle, the Withered Ones were even the most powerful.
Basic gathering and gathering are not possible.
However, the battle has just begun. Everyone knows that the Withered are just driven cannon fodder. The greatest threats are the Canaanite Extraordinaries and the hidden strong men. The mythical creatures and sealed objects with overwhelming power have not yet appeared.
The ambulance soldiers in the hollow phalanxes on each front line were busy dragging the injured soldiers back to a safe position in the center. The seemingly thin phalanxes were like rocks standing in the tide, constantly spitting out flames.
Suddenly, some strange noises were mixed in the wind. Five black giant cocoons suddenly appeared on the battlefield filled with steel, flames and withered spells, and exploded in the blink of an eye. What appeared in the giant cocoons were more than a dozen.
Gray-white fang-like giant spines and swollen pieces of flesh.
These pieces of meat are surging, and the cracked gaps are like abyss, making a deep echo, as if there is a terrifying giant beast buried underground, and it is extending its mouth to the surface to try to breathe. These weird and clear body outlines make those who once
In Verona, Beyeland was trembling with fear as he witnessed something astonishing, and a mere glance sent chills to his heart.
As soon as this thing appeared, the withered ones were like lemmings thrown into the sea, throwing them into the cracks in pieces!
"Where's Griffith!?"
Roland shouted. He had to ask every half hour, which made it even more urgent. The lieutenants could only tell him that the Lord had returned and was gathering troops and assembling the artifact.
The strange objects that appeared on the battlefield ate hundreds of Withered Laws in the blink of an eye, and a mysterious and deep light film began to appear on their shells, with the surface showing a thick, deep black color, as if they were
There is a black hole in the infinite universe from which no sight can escape.
Suddenly, ripples appeared on the surface of the black light film, and a huge object came out.
Eight spider-like tentacles support the huge body, and the ends of the octopus-like curly tentacles have a cold light like a metal blade.
This is a hybrid. There is even a layer of psychic shield outside the twisted and deformed body to protect the strong chitin heavy armor and tyrannical flesh. Their movements are like thunder, and the hair-raising mouthparts bloom like petals and scream.
, arousing unspeakable babble in people's hearts.
There are actually five such monsters!
As soon as they appeared, they immediately crushed the withered warriors in front of them and rushed towards the hollow phalanx. The huge tentacles swept around, rolling up the three- to four-meter-high earth walls. The earth walls exploded and shot up, and the trenches collapsed and filled up.
Ping. The first few phalanxes that bore the brunt disappeared in an instant. The violent serial explosions were deafening. Amidst the thick smoke and fire, the ground continued to tremble.
At this moment, Provis on the white tower raised the scepter in his hand, with a contemptuous smile on his cold lips:
"Bug, see the power of magic.
"The Primarch, the Behemoth, the Destroyer, the Predator, the Dominator, the Punisher, the front row."
This scepter inlaid with huge gems was lit up, and the dazzling light was like burning.
Under his urging, the magic mist condensed and formed in the air, connecting the White Tower with the five-headed hybrid body. The largest hybrid body with the strongest armor suddenly opened its twelve pairs of eyes.
The strange vertical pupils flashed with red light. It was stronger than Behemoth, with huge horns, like the mythical Minotaur. As its huge mouthparts sucked in the air, its body was immediately wrapped in flames.
The flames in the hybrid primordial beast's right hand condensed into a long sword, and the left hand waved the fire-weaved whip. The next second, all the withered spells blocking the hybrid primordial beast simultaneously made way for the chaos.
The original behemoth stepped forward with its lower limbs, and its huge body burned by blazing flames began to sprint from slow to fast.
One hundred thousand or two hundred thousand troops were not in its eyes at all. Its huge hooves stepped on the ground, and it exploded violently like a volcanic eruption, and a huge pillar of fire shot out of the sky. It was like a battleship that sounded its whistle, charging forward toward the fortress.
It rushes in madly! Any creature blocking its path will be wiped out in ashes. Even if it is a hundred meters away, it will inevitably have the fear of "die even if it gets close"!
"Kill it!
"Artillery team, shoot!" The command post at Beyelan's Scorching Sun Fortress immediately issued an interception order, "Extraordinary, don't let it get close!"
Roland's eyes changed. Even he himself would have a hard time dealing with such a giant beast. What's worse is that right behind this giant beast, the withered spell on the battlefield seemed to be attracted by a huge magnet.
They gathered in a dense crowd and rushed forward crazily along the path of flames it had trampled.