The catastrophe that fell from the sky still showed no signs of ending.
I can't see where the enemy is, and I can't see what the attack is. Even the most intelligent magician in the coalition army can't think of any kind of spell that can hit so far if they still have the ability to think. , The power is so great, and you can't feel the slightest mana fluctuation before hitting it, which simply violates the common sense of magic!
In fact, until the continuous shells fell on the head and the whole open land was turned into scorched earth, only a few people realized that they had been "attacked", and more people still did not realize that the battle had actually ended. Started off, not even realizing that it was Cecil's power that was killing them all.
They were bombed, shattered, and gasified in a daze. In the last few short moments of their lives, they could not even imagine that this disaster, which seemed like a punishment from God, had anything to do with their ongoing "Cecile Expedition" What connection.
It wasn't until almost all the front soldiers were wiped out, and the knights were all dead, that only the mages, knights, and priests reacted, or they guessed the reason for the unimaginable hell in front of them, and some people frantically He roared loudly: "The Cecils! The Cecils are attacking!!"
But the roar was weak like a mosquito in the continuous explosions. Soon, the owner of the roar disappeared into a new explosion crater together with his voice, and more people died when they were blasted by the shells. The shock wave concussion kills.
Fortunately for those who were too slow to keep up with the main force, they were left behind because of lax discipline, and they witnessed the nightmarish scene on the plain from the mountain pass of the gravel ridge, and saw the once powerful The knights and mages rolled over in the "explosion of sky fire", crawling on the ground with their stumped limbs and broken arms. The vanguard of thousands of people was wiped out in a few breaths. Soon there was an equally deadly threat.
The horse was frightened.
The horses of the knights have been trained to maintain a certain degree of calmness in the face of the magic explosion created by the mage, but this kind of training obviously has a limit. The intensive artillery bombardment and the occasional few fireballs are obviously completely different Something, the explosion on the battlefield exceeded the limit that the horses could bear, and more deadly chaos broke out in the coalition forces.
The frightened and out-of-control horses began to carry their masters on a rampage in the army formation. The frightened private soldiers of the nobles immediately lost the suppression of the noble knights, and they all shouted frantically in panic and began to retreat and flee. The courageous nobles and their knights yelled loudly in the chaos, trying to use their majesty to reorganize order, but soon they were also overturned by their horses, and at least one-third of them fell to the ground. In the next few minutes, one person was smashed into a pulp by the horseshoes and iron boots running wildly, while the rest were carried by the fleeing soldiers and ran all the way on the mountain path
But behind them, troops who don't know the truth keep coming up.
The coalition's front line was too long. When the vanguard was wiped out by the artillery bombardment, the soldiers in the middle and rear were still on the mountain path of the gravel ridge. They heard a loud explosion in the distance and thought it was a The common thunder in spring is echoing in the mountains. Most of the superstitious soldiers in the southern border believe one thing, that is, the thunder in spring means a bad omen, especially when the spring thunder sounds, you can’t stay in the mountains, otherwise you will be turned into a The rocks on the top of the mountain, so the follow-up troops quickened their pace one after another, and collided with the troops in front who were trying to retreat.
One side is desperately trying to flee, while the other side is still moving forward. All the noble private soldiers are using different flags, orders, and even speaking dialects from different places. Huge chaos erupted on the hills of Crushed Stone Ridge. Soldiers who were at a loss were surrounded by the crowd and ran around. Some were pushed back to the doomsday plain, while some rolled down the cliff in chaos. The sound finally began to spread towards the gravel ridge, and whoever yelled "We have lost the battle ahead!" caused the chaos to explode to a fatal level.
Viscount Carroll was forced back by the troops in front. Now he doesn't know what happened in front of him. He only vaguely heard someone mentioning that it was related to the thunder, and the soldiers who had gone crazy shouted while running. Cecil has 10,000 great magicians, instantly destroying Earl Hossman and his entire regiment. These crazy news and the fact that the coalition forces are fleeing now hit the viscount's poor heart. He tried his best to maintain his balance on the horse. While moving to the north under the guard of the knights, his brain was so confused that he couldn't think at all.
The mighty coalition army has completely disintegrated, falling apart like a broken plate. The knights and noble lords tried several times to restore order, but in the end they could only run back with the large army. Can't do it, in the middle of the gravel ridge, more than 20 surviving nobles and their followers are scurrying around like headless chickens. Carroll looked around in panic, and saw that he could keep up with him. There were less than half of the people left, and the rest either fell down the hillside or were scattered by the swarming crowd.
But slowly, Viscount Carroll found that the fleeing people had gathered together again. In the team, he found a somewhat familiar flag with the emblem of the Gülen family on it.
Viscount Ropeni Gulen galloped out of the crowd, surrounded by a group of strong guards who looked calm and reassuring. She came to Viscount Carroll and said loudly: "Follow me quickly and gather A group of people! Let's run to the northeast!"
The high-pitched voice and simple and straightforward way of speaking of the Viscount did not look like a noble at all, lacking enough modifiers and embellished endings, but at the moment Viscount Carroll felt extremely kind and reliable, so he immediately rode up to follow, While yelling at the loyal knights behind him: "Follow up, follow the flag of the Gulen family! Leave those militiamen and serf soldiers alone!"
Outside the gravel ridge, on a high ground quite far from the battlefield, a cleverly camouflaged tower is hidden in the canopy of several giant trees. On the observation post at the top of the tower, a soldier wearing Cecil armor He put down the long binoculars in his hand.
The soldier turned his head and said to his colleagues behind him: "Signal, three reds and two yellows."
After a while, several small special-made light grenades were launched into the sky, and several colored smoke burst out in the sky.
On Windward Hill, an orderly ran to Philip: "My lord, the observation post signaled that half of the artillery hits, and the enemy has already begun to flee."
"It turned out that minefields and near-defense positions were not used at all...it really is a group of mobs," Philip couldn't help but shook his head, "Forget it, stop firing after the heavy artillery hits this base, and send a signal to the second brigade to let them Bite the enemy and don't let him go."
After the messenger left, Philip sighed slightly: "Although the flare is a good thing, it can only convey such a simple content... I don't know when the communication device that Master Kamel mentioned before will be tested... "
After sighing, the young knight raised his head and looked at the place where the Kant knights and the Second Corps they led were staying.
Wald and his men have not yet recovered.
The continuous roaring of huge accelerator cannons, the orderly order and execution, the low-pitched explosion sound from far away, the war is completely different from what they have recognized.
This is not like a "battle" where knights and warriors fight face to face, but rather like some kind of running machinery... like those mechanical clocks made by skilled craftsmen.
The Cecil Corps precisely flips the switch, the artillery fires with precision, the enemy dies with precision, and the result is drawn.
It wasn't until this moment that Margarita and her fellow knights realized why the lord didn't need the Second Corps and the Knights of Kant on the battlefield... For them who are not even proficient in using ray guns, going on this kind of battlefield It's just to add to the chaos.
But just when the Kant knights fell into shock and self-doubt, Philip joined them.
"Knights, don't you want to participate in the battle? Now the task for you is down."
Walder Peric looked at Philip in confusion: "We? Haven't we already finished fighting?"
"Who said that the war is over if the enemy retreats?" Philip laughed. "Before the expedition, the lord told me that the enemy has the right to fire, but we have the final say when to cease fire. Huo Earl Sman sent the letter of gauntlet to Cecil before, and now Cecil will respond to his challenge in his own way... Knights, organize your troops, and join the First Legion to pursue the invading enemy .”
Although I always feel that there is something wrong with these words, the Kant knights who finally got the chance to perform don't care about these details. The opportunity of thousands of people chasing tens of thousands is not so easy to come across.
They immediately ran excitedly to select their own troops, ready to lead the army.
And when the mighty 50,000 coalition army was instantly defeated in the Broken Stone Ridge area and began to stage a farce of grand escape, the other army gathered under the call of Earl Horsman didn't know their northern brothers at all. A terrible fate befell.
The chunky Earl Francine Pepper stood on the bow of the boat, using the cool wind on the river to dispel the trance and dizziness caused by the hangover last night. He looked at the large and small warships on the river not far away, and thought of the With 20,000 people rushing to the front line under his command, they couldn't help but feel a sense of high spirits.
Earl Pepper is not a person with high prestige in the southern border, but his family has been passed down in this land for a long time. In fact, as early as Cecil's era, Earl Pepper's ancestors were already local nobles here. Well, during the great turmoil a hundred years ago, the Peipo family relied on standing in line in time to preserve their title and fiefdom. Although they were still inevitably implicated by Cecil, their prestige and influence were not as good as before. But at least the surname Pepper was still the earl's.
Francine Peibo's vision has always been to revive the family's glory, so that Peibo's surname can regain the right to speak in the southern border and gain the influence in line with its earl title.
Now, he felt that his chance had come.
When Earl Hossman launched the "Magic Net", he gave great support to Karloff Hossman, and he was the first to respond when Earl Hossman called for troops. , and used all the inland watercraft accumulated by the family for generations as "warships". Facts have proved that his investment is worthwhile.
He finally had 20,000 people, and he had the opportunity to lead a coalition army to gain fame as an earl.
As long as he can open the road from the Whitewater River to Cecilland, and ensure the safety of the banks of the Whitewater River before Earl Hossman's army goes south, he can make the name of Pepper famous in the southern region again.
(Life is the liver!)