The hard-to-advance line has become tangled. Although soldiers from the Grizzly Collar and Gruszian have boarded the wall on several occasions, the resistance of the mercenaries exceeds that of every Eruin noble who is watching the battle. The imagination; the offensive was resolved several times at the last minute, leaving Denell's army without a inch for two days and nights. The battle went extremely tragically, and the blood even poured red on the Gris River.
Pallas was unmoved, the knight general pressed the long sword in his hand, guarding the entire battlefield like a cold death, stubbornly maintaining the advancing pace. At this point in the war, there is no need to care about the number of lives invested, because if you go further, you will win.
The experienced general was looking for a chance for the final blow-the geographical advantage of the rebels had been almost wiped out in a day, while the army that rotated offensively had maintained a high morale-suddenly his eyes lighted up slightly.
Pallas raised his hand in a certain direction: "Let Sir Wade go up, don't ask my orders, he will see where he should attack!"
The messenger was speechless for a while,'Is there such a way to convey orders? 'The unnamed little person even wondered if the Lord Lord hadn't closed his eyes overnight and was a little dizzy, but when he raised his head, he saw a pair of firm, stubborn eyes.
That's self-confidence—
"I see, sir." The herald bowed.
Tiger Sparrow blew a whistle and gathered the people around. "See that way!" He asked, pointing to a corner of the forest on the other side of the river. Everyone saw a fiery red swallow-tail flag in that direction, several spears crossing the canopy, and the whole team was covered with red. Armored cavalry appeared at the edge of the forest.
"Red flag cavalry, that is Jean Denel's private army." A mercenary immediately recognized it.
"Really generous!" Another mercenary took a bite bitterly, with blood in his sputum.
"How high is the fighting power?" Huque asked.
"The first-order armies, the mounts are ferocious horses, the light cavalry, the average strength is upstream of the black iron—" beside him, a lanky, long-eared elf with grayish-cyan skin replied. Unlike the others, he is also Brando. One of the mercenaries summoned.
"Huh, the armored'light cavalry'!" The tiger tweeted twice.
"The horses are not equipped with armor. They are indeed light cavalry in terms of load and mobility. They are equipped with the three-eyed blunderbuss of the Hazel people. They still have considerable long-range attack ability within a certain distance. There is a big price." The elf replied.
"My lord said that?" Huque asked in a low voice.
The latter nodded.
"They want to attack our left flank. The left flank is a mercenary under Kerencia, who is already showing fatigue. The other side's vision is very poisonous." Tiger Sparrow turned his head and stretched out his finger to point to the others. : "Unfortunately, there is no reason to make our old knight so happy. Let's solve these cavalry. How about you?"
In addition to his own, he looked at the other mercenaries present. These mercenaries were all elites selected from various regiments. At least they had the strength of Black Iron Peak. They were not many, only forty or fifty. This squadron had a full one hundred people a day ago, and the fierce fighting was evident.
"Killing one is enough." Everyone laughed happily.
More and more cavalry came out in the forest on the other side of the river, and soon reached the number of two to three hundred. Wade sat on horseback and looked at his men with satisfaction—this is the role model of Eruin’s most elite army. Even compared to the Royal White Lion Corps, it is not inferior-although there are only two squadrons accompanying this war, he has the confidence to lead these people to defeat all enemies in front of him.
The cavalry began to cross the river in a rush of whistles. Their sudden appearance certainly attracted Medissa's attention. The silver elf princess stood on the highest point of the battlefield. Following her gaze, the arrow rain seemed to be an extension of her will. Arrived as scheduled.
Arrows fell in the river water to arouse fierce splashes, but it is difficult for bows and arrows to really cause fatal damage to these red-armored cavalry. The cone-shaped arrow clusters often lose their impact after passing through the deck. Some riders carry three or four. The arrows can also maintain the queue; Sir Wade is not surprised at this point. Equipment is an important criterion for measuring the combat effectiveness of an army. The Chichi cavalry is equipped with a arrow breastplate, which can greatly reduce the power of long-range attacks. In his opinion, this is to make up for the biggest shortcoming of the light cavalry.
However, the noble knight never dreamed that his enemies were so diverse. The mercenaries were inherently complicated, and the adventurers came from different parts of the world. Wade was just a little proud, but he didn't know that several elven archers in the forest had already locked on this eye-catching cavalry.
"Hannuo, you are on the left, and I am on the right." On a tree about one or two hundred meters away, an elf covered with grass and holding a long bow, handed a green arrow to the human ranger behind him.
"The two?"
"Those two."
Two strings sounded in the forest, and the Chi Qi cavalry had just entered the forest on the south bank. The two leading men turned over like a piece of wood. Sir Wade was taken aback. He turned around and realized that his two subordinates turned out to be arrows in the movable part of the armor at the throat, and he died on the spot. He only felt a moment of hair standing upright, and turned his head and shouted, "There is a sharpshooter, be careful!"
A true marksman is a nightmare for all heavily armored units, because the heavy armor looks like nothing in the opponent's eyes. His armor-piercing arrows can always hit the weakest and most deadly parts; it's just professional in the general army. The archers of the elders are precious, not to mention the sharp marksmen who wear Yang with a hundred steps. For such people, the lords often pay a lot of money to hire, but Wade knows that the really powerful marksmen are almost all born among the elves and rangers, and these People love freedom more.
Thinking of this, the Sir Sir couldn’t help cursing in his heart. Where did the hell rebels come from, the druids, the rangers, and the elves. Is this Nima the Forest League? Or are they actually fighting a holy war? Thinking of the November War, he couldn't help his horror.
"Over there!" The red cavalry is still advancing at a constant speed in the forest. Movement within the range of the marksman's attack is life. These cavalry are experienced veterans who naturally understand this, and soon they discovered that Trail of the enemy.
Not far away, a figure was moving fast on the dark brown dirt wall tangled and reinforced with vines.
The blue-gray skinned, slender elf kept his displacement behind the wall stack with his head buried, and he quickly approached the point of approach to the group of knights. The elf stopped to observe, with a calm light in his narrow pupils, and while keeping moving, he leaned out half of his body from behind the wall and raised his long bow.
"It's an elf archer!" The cavalry screamed as soon as they saw each other's archery posture. They immediately removed the buckler from the saddle and held it up to block their throat. For children, elf archer is a fairy tale. For the soldiers on the battlefield, the elf archer as an enemy is a nightmare.
Especially the blue-gray skin, the wind spirit, and the wilderness runner.
In a well-concealed trench not far away, the Tiger Sparrow, who had been lurking until now, poked his head and glanced in the distance, then retracted, and he gestured to the others: "It's all veterans."
"Unfortunately it's useless, hehe." A cruel smile flashed through the eyes of the mercenaries who seemed to have been darkened by the years of fighting, and they really laughed.
It's really useless.
A white light, the arrow went straight through the center of the buckler in the hands of the leading cavalryman, pierced the hapless neck, and then hit the breastplate of the next cavalryman with the scattered blood. With a loud bang, the second cavalry flew directly off the horse.
Then the first cavalry turned over without saying a word.
"Silver Archer!"
Wade almost thought for a moment that he had fallen into a huge trap. The blue-gray figure on the city wall had stopped, and now he was transformed into a fort — but to our Mr. Jazz, he was more like a god of death — every Once the blue-gray-skinned elf raised the longbow, at least one of the red cavalry who was keeping an assault in the forest fell off the horse;
Wade only felt that his scalp was troublesome, but he was still an excellent commander after all, and immediately drew out his sword and swiped forward and commanded decisively:
"Let's move over and suppress that guy with my hand!"
The lethality of the silver rank marksman is really terrifying, and when he finishes shooting at a speed of two arrows per second, it is estimated that his morale will collapse first.
The sharp arrows swaying in the forest became a urging rune for a while, but at this moment the Chi Chi cavalry also showed their strength as an elite. Even under such circumstances, the cavalry still maintained a high morale. Assault, and is about to enter the shooting range of the handgun.
Sir Wade breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked the cavalry to raise their long spears so that the crimson flag was flying in the forest. Victory seemed to be in sight. As long as they bypassed the line of defense, they could give these rebels a decisive blow from the side and rear.
It's just a pity, the world is so close, victory can only be seen in the distance—
Huque snapped his fingers at everyone: "It's our turn to act."
The forest looks uneven and the area is full of dead leaves since autumn, dotted with snow, but at this time, suddenly a row of'grass men' stood up from the dead leaves.
Of course, it was not a grass man, but a mercenary in a vivid disguise.
Wade's heart jumped, but he felt his heart sinking all the time. "It's a knight!" The Chi Qi cavalry suddenly panicked. The tiger bird licked his lips, and one step forward had thrown out a hand axe spinning fast in mid-air.
Time seems to freeze.
He watched as one cavalry fell on his back, while another cavalry was passing his side with a spear. The tiger bird avoided slightly, and when he lifted his left epee upwards, he opened a long strip on the side of the unlucky ghost. Long holes.
The rosy blood sprinkled a string of crystal pearls in the air with the warm white mist.
The cavalry screamed, taking advantage of the horse's inertia to rush forward a few steps and fell sideways. Sir Wade looked at this scene in horror. It was indeed a knight, at least the first few people had silver strength.
Hope is like a fragile crystal statue falling to the ground, becoming torn apart.
"Fuck the rebels!" The noble knight suddenly felt a little sad, but instead of backing up, he raised his sword. Mr. Sir showed a decisive brilliance in his eyes, and he rushed towards the tiger bird: "Die!"
A long arrow passed through his throat.
On the dirt wall, the elf put away the longbow.
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