The sky is gloomy and dark clouds are rolling.
The roaring gale blew over the undulating hills, pressing down the weeds among the gravel, making it shiver.
The black-gray ground was mixed into bloody, stumped limbs and broken arms scattered in the middle. The scorched and shattered corpse showed the heavy blows and desolation suffered during his lifetime, and the scene was terrifying.
Broken weapons and armor can be seen everywhere, the flags of rotten cloth strips are discarded in the mud, and the marks left by arrows and swords are all on the top, and the original patterns can no longer be seen.
The raven hovered up and down, staring at the huddled corpse of the war dead, pecking at the festering hollow eye sockets and cheeks. Several skinny wild dogs rushed around, biting and pulling around the corpse, their mouths full of blood.
Several serfs were searching the corpses, trying to find something valuable.
Not far away was a town. Hundreds of soldiers were running back and forth. Driven by the noble attendants, they drove an ox cart to looting the destroyed town.
Food, cloth, farm tools, and even population, everything will be transported away. Those who are unlucky are burned mercilessly.
More than a dozen gallows were erected by the trenches outside the town, and corpses with elongated necks hung on the hanging nooses. Those are the town nobles who have given up resistance, but they obviously have not been forgiven.
The war came suddenly, and the defeated could not escape the end of the dead even if they resisted hard. Their territories, family properties, and even their wives and daughters became in the pockets of others in a blink of an eye.
The victor stands on a high place, praising his own strength, despising the weakness of his opponents, and deterring those who refuse to submit with brutal means.
The town that was about to be destroyed was built along the paved road along the river. The rivers and hills are tightened here, forming a natural pass and intersection.
To the north of the town, thousands of armed forces are fighting each other.
On the battlefield, the crushing heads of people with a Gorgeous Banshee flag were erected high, making them particularly eye-catching. That was the team from the south, and obviously had the upper hand.
Under the banner of the banshee, heavy infantry in iron armor lined up in a thick formation of seven or eight large fans. Holding their long guns and breathing heavily, they approached their opponents in the north under the command of aristocratic officers.
The entire reloading formation will stop every twenty or thirty meters and reorganize the team. Whenever they stomped to stand, the ground vibrated with great momentum.
On the two wings of the heavy infantry formation are two or three hundred heavy cavalry in vests. Every war horse is tall and majestic, and every knight is majestic.
The knights wore light and strong armor and bright silver helmets. Each person wears a white cloak on his shoulders, which is floating in the wind. The war horse wore a cowhide horse armor, and even the horse's head was protected with an iron mask, only the horse's eyes were exposed.
This elite cavalry escorted the heavy infantry forward slowly, while keeping an eye on the camp to the north, and launching a surprise attack once it finds a flaw.
Compared with the neat and mighty of the "Banshee" battle group, the situation of the north defender has been completely defeated. They have fewer numbers, more flags with different patterns, and less uniform command.
According to the defensive soldiers of the Empress, they panicked and turned their heads on the sidelines from time to time, seeming to be ready to escape at any time.
The noble officer in command of the defense ran back and forth with his saber, intent on boosting morale. But you can tell from the hoarse voice that they don't have much confidence in themselves.
The defensive formation to the north is too scattered, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that their defeat is imminent.
Under the banner of the Gorgon, several offensive commanders on horseback were laughing. Their battle this time was as easy as traveling, and their opponents were vulnerable.
"This group of rebels drove the Longlegs family out of Coldwind City? Phils. Longlegs actually has the face to tell us that the opponent is very strong. It really is a fallen family colluding with the devil, and what he said is not credible."
Haha laughed under the banshee banner. One of them was particularly tall, wearing a silver-gray half-length armor, a golden peaked helmet, and a smooth black velvet cloak covering his body, faintly shining with magical light.
This attire alone is a status symbol, but this person is not only noble, but also extremely majestic. He sits upright on horseback, with broad shoulders and thick waist, and a straight posture. He looks casual but with awe-inspiring air.
When this person spoke, the knights who followed were divided into two. One group mocked arrogantly, while the other group felt filthy.
Someone among the shameless group said aloud: "Baron Bishop, you are here to help, not to speak cold words.
What you captured the day before yesterday was nothing but a small town, and the execution was also a low-powered rebellion. These are just rebellious skirmishers in front of them, and they are inherently weak.
When we continue north, you will encounter the main rebellious force headed by the Arad family, and Victor Hugo who is controlled behind the scenes. Underestimating the enemy will only humiliate yourself. "
It was Exxon, the captain of the long-legged guard, who was retorting loudly. This middle-aged man worked hard to maintain his family's reputation. But the Baron Golden Crown, who opened his mouth to ridicule, still sneered disdainfully.
"Victor Hugo, your expressions when you say this name are so ridiculous, how scared is it to be scared like this
I have heard this name many times. A black-haired savage who came out of the Black Forest, his caravan was good, and he went to the Banshee fort to do business.
It is said that he has good governance ability and has recruited thousands of serfs to cultivate a large amount of land. I like hard-working people. When I catch him, maybe I can reward him as a housekeeper and let him run the manor for me. "
Hahaha...
The laughter under the Banshee's banner was louder, and all of the Golden Crown Knights' men were overjoyed. He himself glanced forward. Although his heavy gunner was slow, he was only the last fifty meters away from the rebellious camp in Coldwind City.
"Blow the trumpet, put down the spear, and prepare to charge."
"Let our wizard drive the summoned beast into a wave, tearing open the opponent's line of defense."
"The heavy gunner must step forward firmly, crushing the opponent's last thought of resistance."
"The rebellion on the other side is really rubbish. They didn't even have the idea of stopping. Thanks to me, I also carefully arranged the cavalry to guard the flanks."
The battle in another world is rigid, and the competition is carried out along the road and the water source. After the two sides lined up, the wizards and knights will not be easily dispatched as the core.
Rulin's gun array lowered the tip of the gun with a cry, and continued to advance slowly. The defenders to the north saw dense spear heads. The soldiers began to fear, and the noble officers were trying to suppress them.
More than a dozen ghost wolves were summoned by the wizards of Banshee Fort. These monsters quickly passed through the gun array of the heavy infantry, and launched an impact fearlessly.
For Ghost Wolf, it takes only two or three breaths to run a distance of fifty meters.
The offensive phalanx of heavy spears boosted morale for this. The soldiers kept walking slowly to preserve their strength. But the commander just right yelled: "Speed up, assault forward!"
Once the heavy steps are taken, the blood is aroused, and it is very scary for thousands of heavily armed infantry to launch an assault. The stacks of super long guns were divided into three rows, and they moved forward fearlessly with a huge sound.
Even the fifth and sixth rank knight masters didn't dare to resist the army casually, because they couldn't resist it at all.
When the heavy pikemen moved, the banshee cavalry guarding the flanks also moved their horses' hoofs. As they accelerated, the white cloak behind them trembled like a dazzling wave.
Death is approaching, the two sides are about to come into contact, and a heart-piercing cry rang out from the defense line of Coldwind City. Many people dropped their weapons and fled back in fear, and the defensive noble officers quickly became unable to control the situation.
Just when the offensive and defensive sides are intertwined, and the defensive side is about to collapse, the'banshee' legion is already wishing victory, and a blood-red battle flag suddenly appeared on the hills on the west side of the battlefield.
The hill is only thirty or fifty meters tall, far from being very high.
But under the red flag, a large group of light cavalry lined up, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The troops of Banshee Fort are launching an attack, killing the sky. Once this offensive is launched, it is difficult to stop and must move forward.
Baron Bishop, who was in charge of the command, had a high spirits, but the sudden appearance of the red cavalry was like a scoop of cold water pouring on his forehead. He must look up to see the opponent's battle.
Awesome, cold and silent, the moment before the outbreak...
The flanks of the heavy pikemen are completely exposed, and the formation is difficult to reverse. The knights of Banshee Fort accelerated forward, without cover from the entire side.
Under the banner of the Red War, one arm was raised high, and then severely chopped down.
The courageous Qingqi cheered, and the blade was shining, pouring down.
The fighter plane is so good.
Under the banner of the banshee, Lord Exxon of the Long-legged family screamed sharply. He pointed to a huge skeletal war horse on a hill two or three hundred meters away, and cursed in anger:
"Victor Hugo, it's Victor Hugo. That bastard brought the soldiers himself."