In the year 2520 of the Imperial Calendar, a decisive battle began in a swamp ten kilometers outside Newland.
It was still raining in the sky, and the army of King Harold of Obion seemed to have become accustomed to the endless rainy season in Obion. When the armies of both sides lined up and tried to enter the battlefield, no one took the initiative to attack.
Because located in the center of the battlefield between both sides is a large swamp, which is extremely muddy and cannot find a road. No matter who it is, the side that takes the initiative to attack is bound to endure a difficult offensive battle.
What's even more troublesome is that Harold's army contains a large number of monster warbands. These monster warbands are chaotically commanded but fierce in combat power. Due to the addition of Tzeentch's army, Harold has more numbers than the knightly army.
The wizard.
The cavalry brigade that the Brittanians are proud of cannot rush through the swamps to encircle them, so they must confront the barbarians head-on. This is what Harold hopes. Once they fall into a large-scale melee, the barbarians will
The people obviously have an advantage over the Bretons.
As for the other side of the battlefield, Ryan, riding the gryphon Imperius, was also observing Harold's formation.
"The barbarians arranged their army in two lines, and the central army formed an extremely tight shield wall." Ryan said to the marshals: "On both sides are large groups of monster war gangs, while the most elite barbarian champion warriors and Tzeentch wizards hid
At the very back."
"Your Majesty, if we attack by force, we will inevitably face the barbarians' solid shield wall and the attacks of chaos magic." Francois said to Ryan: "Suppose we rush to the shield wall, we will inevitably face the barbarians' strongest attack."
Close combat, which is not good for us."
"Yes, Your Majesty, this is not good for us." Kalad also said.
"Hmm." Ryan looked at Harold's military formation from a distance. Due to Obien's special terrain and weird weather, the advantages of the chivalry army could not be brought into play, including artillery, and naturally including knight attack. The barbarian in front of him was very
Will choose a place.
However, the chivalry army also has its own advantages.
First of all, although the troops under Ryan's command come from the major principalities of Britannia, the vast majority of them are professional or semi-professional soldiers. Even the most inferior serf infantry regiments have mostly participated in many wars and have rich combat experience.
experience.
Moreover, in terms of military equipment and weapons alone, the equipment of the Brittanian soldiers is not comparable to that of the barbarian army. Most of the barbarians only have cloth armor and leather armor as protective gear. The Brittanian army is considered to be serf infantry.
They were also equipped with breastplates and leather armor, and the elites even had chain mail and scale armor, and everyone wore iron helmets.
Secondly, although the muskets cannot be used, the Brittany army is still equipped with thousands of archers and crossbowmen, and more than a dozen mortars have been pulled out and are being prepared to be loaded, as well as those Brittany
Knights, in fact, although the muddy swamp makes it difficult for the knights to play their role, Ryan holds the magical scroll carefully crafted by Morgiana.
Eight-ring magic, galloping in the clouds.
Then the problem is very simple.
Lane ordered the army to be divided into three, with the left wing commanded by Francois, the right wing commanded by Callard, and his own Royal Guards and Davout's Musilon Army as the center, forming a three-line formation just like ancient Rome.
, the archers are in the front, the infantry are in the back, and the heavy cavalry and the Old Guard are at the back.
In the wet drizzle of Obien, war is about to break out.
The unique thick fog in Obien made the vision unclear, and even the barbarian army in the distance was looming, so he focused his attention on the Nord Marine Corps. Frankly speaking, this elite force was no better than the Brita.
Many armies in Nia are stronger, but there is something special about this Marine Corps.
They are particularly good at fighting enemies on beaches, storms, rainy seasons and swamps, which are almost all found on Obion Island, so Ryan specifically named this army to support them.
The general of the Nord Marine Corps is named Sigurdsson, and his nickname is Nord "Cannon". He is said to be both brave in battle and hot-tempered. He is a veteran, and his temples are already slightly frosted. Who knows?
I don't know which general he is in this army. The only thing that is certain is that this old general is not willing to obey Ryan's orders. He was ordered to form in the second row and seemed a little unmotivated.
"You don't seem to be optimistic about our war?" Ryan rode down from the sky on a gryphon, and then asked Sigurdsson: "Do you think we will lose?"
"We will not lose, I just feel tired." Sigurdsson shook his head: "Very tired."
"Very tired? In fact, I think we are the energetic side. The barbarians on the opposite side marched 120-150 kilometers in four days to reach us, but we rested for four days, and you Nords also rested for two days.
Why are you tired?" Ryan asked casually.
"If it's just a battle, we are full of energy." Sigurdsson exhaled, his beard already wet from the rain: "But if it's Nord, do you know that before you build it?
Before the Taani appeared, we Nords and these damn barbarians were already fighting this war. We don't need your orders, we know how to win this war ourselves."
Ryan let out a long sigh, not knowing what to say, and Marshal Rokossovsky came to Ryan's side. Marshal Luo said lightly: "The same is true for us, Your Majesty, Mrs. Keesler and Ugor
People have been fighting barbarians for more than a thousand years just to survive."
"But before that!" Rokossovsky suddenly pulled out his sword and put it on Sigurdsson's throat. Luo Shuai's expression became extremely serious and even filled with hatred: "Nords, I don't
You are allowed to speak like this to His Majesty the Great Knight King."
"What? Ugor, you want to kill me?" General Sigurdsson also drew his sword: "Then just come, I know you, Konstantin Konstantinovich Rokoso
Fsky, Nord has your name, so do you want to try it?"
"That's enough! General Sigurdsson." Ryan lowered his head and glanced at the Nord general: "Listen to my order and don't let me say it a second time!"
A groundless fear almost engulfed the Nord general's soul. He could feel the substantial pressure coming from the Sun King. The old general could be sure that if he really disobeyed orders, Ryan would
It would really kill him.
"Let your Marines wait for my orders." Ryan said coldly.
Sigurdsson nodded silently.
Then, the King of Knights signaled the horn to sound.
Just under the early morning sun, the battle begins!
The serf archers, longbowmen and crossbowmen of Britannia trudged forward in the swamp amidst the neat drumbeats and the orders of the knight lords. Their team was somewhat scattered but did not appear chaotic, and on the knight's road
Opposite the army, the barbarians formed what may be the tightest shield wall in history. They used round shields to cover the front and top. Under the rain and thick fog, it looked like a small city wall.
indestructible.
One row, two rows, three rows, the extremely dense shield wall was lined up in several rows. The barbarian warriors united closely under Harold's order and did not intend to give the Brittanians any chance.
"put!"
"Fire the arrow!"
A dense rain of arrows flew towards the huge shield wall of the barbarians. Most of the thrown arrows hit the shield and bounced away. Obviously, bows and crossbows had no effect against this kind of turtle shell array.
"Let the archers stop firing arrows." Ryan then ordered: "Let the soldiers press on!"
"Veronica! It's up to you." Ryan shouted towards Veronica.
Veronica nodded. She stood on her Light Magic Vehicle and began to condense magic. Due to the short time and terrain reasons, Veronica's Light Magic Vehicle has not yet been modified to the Land Cruiser. Ryan had to be thankful.
This was the right decision, because the Land Cruiser would have trouble functioning in this hellhole of Obion.
At the same time, under the operation of engineers, more than a dozen mortars began to fire towards the barbarian shield wall. Amidst the roar of the wind, the fragmentation bombs flew into the air, drawing a perfect parabola.
"Boom!" The explosion opened several small holes in the barbarian shield wall, but at this time the Brittanian army was still quite far away from the barbarian shield wall.
Chaos wizards cast spells one after another. Chaos magic blocked the power of the mortars and strengthened the defense of the shield wall. Hundreds of magic light bombs blasted the advancing soldiers. Then, Veronica's witch group began to play its role.
The magical duel between the two sides went back and forth in the sky.
The infantry advanced slowly against this pressure. They walked for nearly half an hour in the muddy swamp for two to three hundred meters. When the Brittanian army approached the barbarian shield wall with shields from three directions,
At this time, the barbarians were in commotion, and hundreds of berserkers and barbarian warriors could not help but rush out of the shield wall to fight the damn Nanguo.
"Hold still! Don't move!" Harold galloped among the array on a Norscan horse. He loudly ordered his army not to move casually. The barbarians reluctantly obeyed his order and decided to use javelins and
The axes fired back. While remaining still, the Brittanians who were first in front were hit by the axes.
and javelins were knocked down, and the soldiers behind who were eager for military glory continued to rush forward, blocking the thrown weapons with their shields. When the barbarians roared in unison in praise of the four gods of chaos, the Brittanians finally began to take steps, and the swordsmen
They gripped their swords tightly, the spearmen lowered their weight, and the halberdiers straightened their chests.
Like an iron fist, the Brittanian army smashed into the rows of shield walls of the barbarians.
"It's begun!" Ryan muttered silently.
The battle was fierce from the beginning. The brave Bretons knew that their king was watching them. The sound of weapons hitting the shield wall clanged one after another on the battlefield, and then pierced into the flesh and spears clashed.
shield,sword slash
Opening the armor, the halberdiers used the sharp halberd blades to split the wooden shields of the barbarians. The barbarian battle axes left deep dents on the Bretons' breastplates. The two sides fought.
Forming a group, the two sides engaged in full battle along a two-kilometer-long front.
Not only does it seem a bit boring to fight like this, the battle between the two sides is like the purest war of attrition.
But there was no other way. There was no other choice in fighting in the swamp.
"I now suspect that this Harold must have gone to Rome to work as a barbarian palace guard." Ryan said to Rokossovsky, who was standing next to him: "This turtle shell formation is really skilled."
Rokossovsky didn’t quite understand what Rome was, but he knew what the turtle shell formation and palace guards were, so the marshal calmly replied: “Your Majesty, the turtle shell formation is only useful under certain circumstances. Now we just need to let our
The troops are pressing forward continuously, and the barbarians cannot withstand our attack."
"But this will cost us more casualties." Ryan seemed to be thinking about the pros and cons.
"What we need now is patience." Luo Shuai did not follow Ryan's words, but turned his attention to the battlefield.
The loud military song "La Marseillaise" gradually overwhelmed the war cries of the barbarians. After fighting for more than half an hour, the Brittanians began to gradually gain the upper hand. The soldiers brought by Ryan were all brave and capable veterans.
, they were under the direction of François and Callard
They advanced steadily and fought steadily, forcing the barbarians to gradually retreat. Each explosion of the mortar fire could cost the barbarians more than a dozen lives. Some barbarian champions used big swords and giant axes to sweep across the battlefield. Their appearance
For a time, the balance of the battlefield was swayed back and forth.
But the number of barbarian champions was far less than that. François waved his hand coldly, and the Winford Unicorn Guards appeared. These elites of the principality advanced together with halberds and swords, chopping the barbarian champions into pieces.
.
"Flaming Skull!" A flaming skull of more than ten meters burned through an entire row of shield walls. Veronica's magic was activated. The witch group successfully suppressed the magic of the Chaos Wizards. The female speaker stood on the light magic vehicle.
Then cast the spell.
"Meteorite Technique!" A meteorite with a diameter of more than ten meters exploded in the barbarian army formation, and the entire shield wall formation was shattered. The barbarians still tried their best to maintain their defense line, but after Veronica's indiscriminate bombing
Under this situation, their poor discipline finally began to have some minor problems. Many young and stormy barbarian warriors and mad
The soldiers forgot Harold's order and rushed out of the tight formation. They may have hoped to reverse the situation through a fearless charge, but this did not help them at all, and instead caused their formation to fall into chaos.
The reckless fool not only lost his life in vain, but even disrupted his own front.
Ryan watched this scene with satisfaction. The King of Knights knew that the bloody courage of the barbarians would not only not help them in this war, but would instead make them fall into the swamp and become lambs to be slaughtered. But just as Ryan planned to
When he ordered more troops to launch a fatal blow, a dragon roar suddenly came from the sky, and a chaos dragon rushed out of the thick fog and rain in Obien, rushing directly towards the Britannia army formation.
!
"dragon!"
"It's a dragon!"
The Chaos Demonic Dragon passed by from low altitude. It breathed out dark red Chaos Dragon Breath. In an instant, hundreds of Brittanians were swallowed up by the flames and turned into charcoal.
The Chosen God of Tzeentch, the Empire’s former Great Mage of Light of the Academy of Light, Egrim von Horstmann arrives on the battlefield!
The powerful Chosen God of Tzeentch laughed wildly and showed off the Chaos Dragon given to him by Tzeentch. He raised his staff, and a colorful flame storm instantly swallowed up the entire company of Breton Halberdiers and Brittany.
The demi-humans instantly changed from a neat and orderly military formation to a group of chaotic individuals. Harold got some breathing space, and he quickly ordered the army to reorganize.
However, when Egrim von Horstmann tried to use magic again to expand his victory, Ryan riding the griffon Imperius had already appeared in front of him.
Sky-blue spiritual energy enveloped Egrim's body, and a star dragon emerged from the void. Its eyes were like lightning, and its claws were burning with pale flames, and it grabbed the chaos dragon and slapped it away.
Egrim did not dare to neglect. He screamed loudly and released a colorful chain composed of a thousand ravens and a hundred Tzeentch flames, heading straight for Ryan.
Ryan easily stretched out his hand and held a hundred chains in his palm. The Tzeentch flames on the colorful chains made his palms sizzle and even become a little scorched. However, as he tightened his grip on the chains, Egrim was horrified to discover that the colorful chains were
The chain is getting out of control
With the control, the power of Tzeentch above was gradually transformed into pure and dazzling purifying spiritual energy. At the same time, Ryan condensed his own power, and ten bald eagles flew out from the light and shadow behind him, preying and killing Ai.
Grim's Raven.
The Chosen of Tzeentch quickly gave up the colorful chains. He poured his soul and power into the raven, and his body turned into three phantoms, each phantom blending into the hallucinations and smoke of the warp.
Ryan's calm face did not show any trace of confusion. He recited the ancient mysterious language in his mouth, clicked his fingers, and three mysterious ancient holy runes spit out from his mouth. Each rune suppressed the originally violent magic.
The wind and the flames of Tzeentch continued to retreat under the power of the runes, and one after another disciplinary lightning and starlight bombarded the surface of Egrim's soul. Each rune corresponded to a phantom.
"Ahhh!" Black blood spurted out from all seven of Egrim's orifices. He struggled in agony. His soul was turned into ashes under Ryan's wave after wave of bombardment, just like under the sun.
The ice cubes are melting layer by layer.
"It's over." At this time, five Gray Knight recruits had unknowingly taken their positions. They chanted the emperor's holy name together, and five psychic punishments blocked Egrim's retreat.
The pale blue ravens chosen by the gods like raindrops
Falling from the sky, he was slaughtered by the bald eagle and turned into nothingness. A large stream of black blood spurted out from the seven orifices of the God of Tzeentch and then melted. While Egrim was still struggling, Ryan had already used his spiritual energy to condense a
A silver spear of light.
The Chosen of Tzeentch was about to escape, but Lion's time domain had enveloped him. A river of time belonging to the original body of the Gray Knight imprisoned Egrim. The silver spear of light struck, and Egrim struggled to use his sword and staff.
To resist: "Don't even think about it!"
The magic sword and long staff were instantly shattered, burning ashes swirled in the air, the light spear penetrated Egrim's body, purifying spiritual energy was injected into his body, and his flesh, flesh and bones melted in the dazzling light.
, along with his soul, turned into nothingness: "No...it can't be like this..."
The unknown black metal that made up the Chaos Cursed Plate Armor melted and flowed down as the light spear disappeared, bubbling hot.
The whole process took only five minutes. The Chosen of Tzeentch, Egrim von Horstmann, the former Archmage of Light who had caused countless disasters and losses to the empire, died in Obien.
The Chaos Demonic Dragon fled in panic, realizing that it could not be a match for the divine enemy in front of it.
After successfully dealing with Egrim, Ryan focused his attention on the battlefield again. The Sun King raised Thor's hammer, and the psychic light beam shot straight into the sky.
The dark clouds faded away, the rain stopped suddenly, and the sun set in the sky above Obien for the first time in a long time.
The war continued, and Lane immediately ordered the second echelon and Davout's Mousilon Army to enter the battle.