The Grand Republican Army's full-line attack consisted of nearly 40,000 people on the front, with battalions of infantry arranged in three dense rows, launching an attack on a front nearly four kilometers wide.
The flag team composed of Paxiu and a small group of grenadiers was further forward than the first row of infantry. He put his flintlock on his shoulder, with the gleaming bayonets behind him and the drumbeat, beating at 90 beats per minute.
Walk at a brisk pace.
The large force of the elves was not far ahead. The melee that lasted from early morning to just now caused the troops of both sides to almost twist together. The sudden sky fire shocked both sides of the melee, and small-scale retreats occurred in many locations.
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Griffith and Roland, as well as Beyeland commanders at all levels who sensed the opportunity, are organizing a full-scale counterattack.
The organization of the main force in Canaan recovered quickly, but the servant armies serving as human shields and flank cover were collapsing, forcing the regular elves and half-elves to retreat to maintain the front line.
The elite skirmishers, chasseurs and rangers of both Bijeran and Canaan fought with each other between the two armies' battle lines, until the closer and closer battle lines forced them to retreat into their respective groups.
Amid the melodious sound of flutes and cheerful drums, Paxiu's heartbeat gradually became more stable from the rapid pace at the beginning. He could even use the corner of his eye to spot the flag of the Marines and Sebasto Army on the right until it was like pure gold.
The 10th Army led by the dazzling Eagle Banner accelerated to fill the front line. He couldn't help but look to the left. The left wing troops that had suffered huge losses in the morning were also trying to catch up. The Orc Warriors, who were a head taller than him, were sprinting at a sprint speed.
Running everywhere.
"The enemy is finished!"
This proud thought resonates in the hearts of Paxiu, Loper and many others.
Of course, this world belongs to those incredible demigods, heroes and extraordinary beings, who are the protagonists in the story... When two hundred thousand of us unite together, the elves and their kingdom in the story are about to collapse!
Where have all the incredulity and wonder gone!?
The artillery began to cover fire, and the shells passed over the shaking helmets. From time to time, the attacks from the opposite side sent nearby teams flying. The line array was getting closer and closer, and Paxiu could clearly see the enemies on the opposite side pushing each other in separate lines in the smoke and dust.
Crowded, firing with bows and arrows and muskets.
More and more people were hit by bullets and arrows. People in the first row kept falling, and they were immediately filled up by people from behind. Paxiu and the soldiers were beating the drums and rolling in like clockwork. They carried
Holding his rifle, he stared ahead to see clearly who was coming to take his life.
Paxiu felt salty in his mouth, and the passionate enthusiasm was about to flow from the corners of his eyes. The crowds of people who came one after another amplified his power by 200,000 times, and it was about to spurt out from his limbs! Opposite him stood the dependents of the gods,
Just pick any of them and they are all heroes in stories and songs. They have a life that no mortal can imagine, and can even surpass the rights of birds to fly in the sky. However, their attacks have almost no effect on the mighty team -
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If Desai was around at this time, Paxiu must tell him that he has become the protagonist of the story. Even Beamon in the captain's story can be knocked to the ground with a bayonet.
Where are all the mysteries that hold my heart so close to my heart!?
Suddenly there was a horn blast from the opposite side, dense firelights flashed in countless white smoke, and the sound of the volley was deafening. The comrades around him fell down in response. Paxiu, who was full of pride, subconsciously twitched his whole body, and his consciousness almost stopped.
It flew out of his body. A moment later, when he recovered from the convulsions and numbness, the flute and drum beats were still ringing, and his body was still moving forward mechanically, without any confusion.
"I'm really the protagonist!"
Paxiu was about to fly into the sky. The attack just now was the last chaotic attack of the Canaanite army. The battle line of the Grand Republican Army had already crossed the battlefield and was close to the salvo range!
There are still the last fifteen steps, no, ten steps!
Paxiu estimated the distance. Some teams had stopped marching, and he could clearly see the movements on the opposite side. Suddenly, he saw an agile figure appearing among the enemies. He bent his bow and arrows like flowing clouds and water, pointing towards this side.
The arrow comes.
"clang!"
There was a sound, and half of the helmet bounced forward and hit Paxiu's face. The girl wearing a big helmet next to him fell forward, and the military flag she was holding fell down.
"I don't know her name yet..."
Paxiu subconsciously reached out and grabbed the flagpole, and the flagpole fell into his hand. He turned around to take a look, but the warm flag caressed his face, blocking his sight.
In the Canaan army formation, there was a chaotic mess of curses, screams, gunshots, and drums. The choking gun smoke and the close battle line made the whole army's emotions tense and excited to the point of getting out of control. The drums and the
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and even the lower-level command of the elf troops, which had lost orders from their superiors, was paralyzed. Officers and high-level extraordinary people shuttled through the crowd, trying to organize the dozen or twenty soldiers around them, and the wounded called doctors.
The cavalry ordered to get out of the way, the musketeers were busy loading their ammunition, and the archers asked the others to go to the front and prepare to use their swords.
Rapid drumbeats surged forward. Tens of thousands of soldiers in Canaan looked up and saw waves of blue, red, silver and gold rushing to their feet. The rangers trembled and took out their bows and arrows, but they could not string them.
The Grand Republican Army came with an overwhelming momentum like a wall. The rolling sounds of footsteps, flutes and drums suddenly disappeared, and the battle line changed from movement to silence, and lined up silently at a distance of fifteen to twenty steps.
Paxiu, who took the flag, gritted his teeth and stared at the mess of enemies trembling into a ball. He looked down at these creatures like looking at the ants at his feet - they couldn't understand how anyone could ignore psychic powers.
The shooting of cannonballs, muskets, and bows and arrows, leisurely across the battlefield, is like ants waving their tentacles towards the mountainous soles. They cannot understand, cannot touch, and dare not look directly at the body that transcends common sense and physiological limits.
"preparation!"
Three rapid bugles sounded, and a forest of muskets rolled down the four-kilometer-long front. Just witnessing the overwhelming waves, a large number of elves and half-elves had their mentality collapsed, and they let out meaningless screams and screams.
Laughing loudly. Some of them threw their weapons, some were drawing out the bars, some raised their shields and shouted loudly, some had swords in their hands but did not dare to charge. They stood there with dull eyes, as if they were looking directly at the divine body.
of foolish people.
"aim--!"
The elves' troops disintegrated like a dike. Large numbers of officers and soldiers ignored the orders of the war supervisors and swarmed back. A strong wind blew by, and the water stains in the corners of Paxiu's eyes became clear.
, you can clearly see a pair of panicked, fearful and confused eyes.
"volley!"
Time froze, and even the sound disappeared without a trace.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar tore through the air, and the explosions joined together, making the whole world jump in fright. The flashing shields were like lightning, and the dense barrages like heavy rain screamed and tore apart Canaan's queue.
It penetrated the plate armor at a distance of fifteen steps, tearing apart the flesh and blood, making a continuous popping sound. Under the hazy blood mist, the burst internal organs and intestines poured down, pulling out a red and black line in the crowd.
of rivers.
The crowded Canaanite army came under intense firepower. From the banks of the Tirne River to the Multifaceted Fortress, all the troops remaining in the position were knocked down in pieces. Pieces of elves and half-elves were hit by lead bullets and rushed towards them.
Falling to the ground. After this round of violent volleys, Marshal Paulus saw that his front was almost wiped out.
The ground was full of twisted and struggling people, like worms all over the ground. Those who were not killed screamed louder and more tragically than the wounded, waving their hands and escaping behind.
Then there was a burst of passionate and penetrating bugles! Roland grabbed the bugle from the bugler's hand and personally blew the charge horn of the entire army!
"Bayonet charge!"
The entire line of infantry shouted in unison and swarmed out, sweeping through Canaan's position in a blink of an eye. Amidst the roar of the mountains and tsunamis, Griffiths led the cavalry through the disintegrating crowd and inserted several hybrids.
The infantry with bayonets pursued the completely collapsed elven army and harvested them piece by piece.
Paulus watched his army disintegrate on the White Tower. The reserve army and some of them fled into the White Tower quickly, while the other troops panicked and dived into the dark swamp with earth-shattering howls.
Even the super-heavy cavalry and extraordinary men were cornered in the torrent of defeat and were surrounded by the Bayeran infantry regiments that swarmed up.
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"Marshal, we must break out!" General Seydlitz and other senior officers retreated to the White Tower and shouted in the headquarters.
The Byerlan army rolled in and captured almost all the elven artillery positions. Except for a few troops, most of the elven troops were surrounded in the White Tower.
"No, the reserve army must be concentrated to guard the White Tower! The passage in and out of Canaan cannot be lost!" Marshal Paulus calmed down from the chaos and said to his adjutants, "We cannot wait for the communication to be restored, and immediately send a herald to notify the Senate.
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The main force of Canaan gathered here is gone, but Canaan has never pinned its hopes on military victory. The concrete victory of the spectacle is the decisive end.
There are less than three days before the arrival of the "Magic Spring". Standing in front of Griffith and the Grand Republican Army, and supporting the Satellite Cloud Temple are the White Tower, the Red Castle and the Elzbach Palace.
The Canaan Senate will definitely assemble more troops. This is Canaan territory, and the reinforcements that the elven troops with the inside advantage can receive are definitely not comparable to those of humans! The longer the White Tower can delay, the stronger the reinforcements mobilized from behind.
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Thinking of this, Marshal Paulus made up his mind:
"Wherever the human soldiers arrive, they must defend there! Even if they occupy the kitchen, they must fight in the living room.
"Hold on until tomorrow, and our army will be able to regroup on June 28th!"