The distance between the sky and the earth in Brando's vision became narrow and wide. The spearman in front was lowering his center of gravity. The shiny helmets were sinking one by one, and the spears seemed to rise from a sea of helmets. He vaguely heard Beth's voice sharply shooting like a siren—'A feather arrow passed over their heads, turning into a black spot in a distant place and falling one after another.
The formation of the northern coalition forces resembled a wave of blue and white, which produced a series of explosions. The continuous explosion flashes, the screaming sound became one piece, and the sharp air current seemed to have crossed a distance of tens of meters in an instant, clanging against his armor with incomplete metal rings.
The bright light was shining, Brando couldn't help squinting his eyes, and the light infantry in front of him had begun to enter the final charge. Their front line was completely in an arc, and they were crossing the shallows of the mountain stream, disintegrating crystals constantly. An explosion exploded under their feet, and a cloud of water rose up, and young faces continued to fall in the mist, while his companion continued to move forward over his corpse. About fifty meters away from the left and right sides in the dense forests of the Macenko Mountains and the northern foothills of the Villeco Mountains, the infantry of the Finn and Constantine Columns loomed under the canopy, but the flashes of explosions bloomed in the woods. —Because they don’t have to worry about accidental injuries, the archers project almost all their arrows on these two mountains — the deafening sound of the explosion almost overturns the land, and the branches of the black pine are broken by the air wave. Flew off and fell side by side with the flags of the two northern coalition columns.
A few flashes suddenly broke out in the distance of the battlefield.
Brando immediately understood what it was, a magic attack! The wizards of the Northern Allied Forces joined the battle. Several flames crossed thousands of meters in an instant and turned into a skull-sized fireball, but a light blue water curtain immediately opened above the noble private soldiers' formation. The fireball slammed into the water curtain and turned into countless red flames.
However, the roar of the explosion caused commotion among Earl Odin's private soldiers, and the formation began to loosen in a mess. Brando screamed badly, trying to boost morale, but a clear and calm voice rang before him.
"Don't retreat, I'm here! I'm with you, fighting side by side with you!" The princess's voice was firm and calm, but the girl clung to the pale hand of her sword hilt to reveal her true feelings.
"Your Royal Highness!" Brando suddenly turned his head, only to see Princess Griffin not far away from him.
Princess Griffin glanced at him, her silver eyes filled with anxiety. But she turned her head and solemnly shouted: "I am the princess of Eruin! I will be here and let our blood flow together today!" The majesty of the royal family is still very contagious among ordinary people. When the princess also stood behind him, the commotion of the noble private soldiers was miraculously calmed down.
Upon seeing this, Freya joined the first row one step further, drew her long sword and stood side by side with the private soldiers of the nobles. Although this young girl from the countryside of Buche speaks with words and deeds, she doesn't say anything inspiring words to inspire, but as long as she holds the lion heart holy sword in her hands and has not taken a step back, how embarrassed the men will leave their place , Let her face the army alone.
Following her, the few non-commissioned officers and students from the Royal Knights Academy who remained in the central position set an example and stood at the forefront of the queue. No one spoke, but they seemed to be shining with unspeakable spirit. At that moment, Brando's heart was pounding, but his blood was boiling again.
He put down the sword of the earth, placed it on his chest, raised his head and looked forward. A wave of blue and white is passing through the smoke zone produced by the explosion, and the light infantry of the Northern Allied Forces has crossed the riverbank and is close at hand.
Feng? Viscount Dougning walked through the explosion in misfortune, vomiting the sand out of his mouth. He raised his head and looked through the color of fireworks, strangely seeing that Earl Odin's noble private soldiers had just recovered from the commotion. "The other party also has brilliant officers..." This thought flashed through his mind.
The two armies crashed together.
The private soldiers of the nobles all stretched out their spears, and the halberds in the hands of the Burley light infantry were stabbed before they could reach them. The sharp spear points pierced the inclined breastplate of the Burley light infantry. Put them on the ground in rows. From a distance, the swallow-tail flags with the Burle people at the forefront collapsed like wheat stubble in a row.
The private soldiers of the nobles took a step back, but the Blei infantry in the second row had already pierced in through the spear forest with their halberds in their hands. However, all these halberds hit the big shield in vain, and the private noble soldiers in the back row pierced the gap between the big shields with their spears, and accurately stabbed these slippery fish to the ground.
But the light infantry in the back row continued to advance, past the bodies of their companions. The private soldiers of the nobles had to continue to retreat, because the shocks received in all directions were not consistent, although the non-commissioned officers on the front line shouted hoarsely,'Retreat! Back! 'But there are still continuous sections on the front line of the first row.
Brando was screaming badly in his heart, but found that the Bree light infantry on the opposite side hadn't made good use of these sections. They just kept advancing blindly. He then reacted and slapped his forehead. What he commanded was just one arm. Aristocratic private army. The opponent is nothing more than a second-line legion composed of human light infantry that can't be counted as a Tier 1 army.
He breathed a sigh of relief, he was a little too nervous. After all, this is the year of the sword, and the battlefield is not surrounded by the famous troops of later generations. He calmed down a bit, raised his head, and saw that in the ocean of layers of helmets, shield tips, spear tips, and flags, there was an Earth Dragon Ranger cruising outside the formation in the distance.
"It's that guy..."
Brando realized that the opponent was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the cross section to be further expanded to the opportunity that the Rangers could seize.
He subconsciously looked towards the direction of the northern foot of the Machenko Mountain and the Villeco Mountain, and Feng? Dougning happened to be doing the same thing. The young Viscount rode on the back of the Dragon and watched as the forwards of the Finn and Constantine Columns had appeared on the edge of the woodland-and directly in front of them were the left and right flanks of the three phalanxes of the noble private soldiers.
"Huh, move faster than expected." Feng? Viscount Dougning was stunned. He knew exactly what the Finn column and the Constantine column were, but he didn't expect the other party to bite the bullet through the explosion at a critical moment.
God helps Sifah.
But Brando, who saw the same scene, flashed this thought: "Beth did a great job."
The phalanx of the aristocratic private soldiers slowly retreated step by step against Unk Mountain, and the previously retreated Greyfin Naga Guards and the non-commissioned officers and students of the Royal Knights Academy quickly appeared on the southern foot of Unk Mountain. Two wings—
Feng? Viscount Dougning understood in a flash what Brando wanted to do. Concentrate the superior forces on the left and right wings, lure in and defeat the protrusions of the Northern Allied Forces in Macchenko and Villeco, so that the main force of the Blei infantry can form a protrusion to complete the encirclement, "Fighting the semaphore," Feng? Viscount Dougning immediately ordered: "Let Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine hold on, tell them that victory is in sight, don't hesitate to throw in all your troops."
He paused for a moment, "Transfer my order to Lord Vitogin. It's better to ask him to give the same order again."
The cavalry who sent the order left immediately.
The war has gradually heated up—
Due to repeated shocks, the formation of the noble private soldiers has begun to slowly tilt to one side, as if a huge piece of butter is beginning to melt, and one corner has been seriously lagging behind. Feng? Viscount Dougning keenly grasped this change. He pointed his spear at the flank of the noble private soldier and shouted: "Concentrate on the left-wing phalanx and defeat their main array first. Victory is ours!"
Brando heard Earl Odin roaring hoarsely behind him: "Be careful of that ranger, don't expose the flanks to them!" For the first time, he felt that the crisis was approaching, and the opponent was worthy of being a famous general in history, if only Commanding the army to fight, he might really not be that guy's opponent.
"Mr. Brando," Griffith was a flash of redness on the princess's white face, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly because of excessive force. She looked around immediately, and there were enemies all around, as if she was in a vast ocean, endless: "The left wing can't hold on!"
Brando just nodded to her.
"Nimesis." He immediately turned his head and shouted.
"exist!"
"Hand over the command to you."
Nimesis turned her head, Brando saw the strange color in her eyes under the black hair flying. But the female knight didn't ask much, just nodded.
"Mr. Brando, you...?" Her Royal Highness was startled slightly: "What are you going to do?"
Brando was turning his horse's head, and the princess's surprised voice caused all the lower-ranking non-commissioned officers and even the knights to turn their heads. They were surprised to see their commander leave the front line, galloping to the left flank alone.
What is he going to do
Under the suppression of the coalition forces, the left-wing phalanx of the noble private soldiers was retreating awkwardly, becoming loose in sections, and gradually being squeezed into a small triangle. And just let Feng? Dougning's Earthwalk Dragoons circled to the flank, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before they collapsed.
It's irreparable.
Your commander is crazy, right
Feng? This is what Viscount Dougning thought in his heart. Although he did not see Brando, the opposing commander has not given up on the left wing until now, consolidating the central formation. The reaction was too slow, and he couldn't help but sneer, perhaps too arrogant.
No matter how clever the command, it also requires a qualified army to execute it. The non-commissioned officers of the royal family don't understand what a real war is like.
He has seen the flanks of the private soldiers of the nobility, and even the panicked faces of the panicked hillbilly infantry soldiers. Those scared faces are exactly the same as those on the faces of the Kratonin's beasts. They are all lives. Instinctive reaction before facing despair.
The ranger leveled his spear and began to accelerate.
The ground shuddered slightly, and every time the huge claws of the earth travel dragon touched the ground, the pebbles on the river beach rolled and danced as if infused with magic power-the dry dust rose up to form smoke. But a shining lance cut through the smoke-Feng? Viscount Dougning lowered his body and slammed the spear in his hand heavily into the opponent's formation with a beast-like roar.
The huge impact directly penetrated the elliptical shield, but the Ranger continued to accelerate, and the earth travel dragon smashed the shield with its weight. The phalanx of the aristocratic private soldiers collapsed in an instant, and they began to retreat one after another.
Until this moment, Feng? Viscount Dougning realized that he had held victory in his hands. Next, the defeat of Ouding's left wing will sweep through the princess's main position, and then Bree's light infantry and his rangers will divide the battlefield, just as they did to those stupid lion men on the battlefield in the east.
But it is this time.
He heard a long cry.
The cry seemed to come from the wild jungle, from the boundless wilderness. At that moment, the young Viscount seemed to have an illusion in front of his eyes, seeing the earth in darkness, under the silver moon. The giant wolf is running.
There was a trombone, and then the forest shook, and the whining wolf howl seemed to have penetrated the forest in an instant, penetrating time and distance, from far to near, one after another on the entire battlefield.
"Wolf?"
A black shadow covers Feng? In the sunlight above Viscount Dougning, he raised his head and saw the behemoth leaping high, the black fur gleaming in the sunlight, but the blood-red eyeballs carried a cold killing intent. Obviously after noon, the scorching sun triumphed over the fire, but the young Viscount could not feel a trace of warmth, only feeling cold all over.
He raised the spear subconsciously, and the spear pierced the huge black wolf fur, exposing the thick bone plate underneath—no, it was simply rock. The tip of the spear drew a spark on the rock. This was not an illusion, but a real existence.
Feng? Viscount Dougning clearly noticed that the black wolf turned around in mid-air to avoid his own attack, brushed past him, and landed not far from the earth travel dragon.
"What a powerful force..." Feng? Viscount Dougning felt his hands trembling slightly because of excessive stress. And he raised his head and saw hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes emerging in the shadow of the foothills of Unk Mountain, and the wolves galloping between the woodland, apparently rushing in the direction where they were.
"It's a wolf!"
"Lots of wolves!" Behind him, Buley's infantry also discovered their new enemy for the first time. In fact, everyone on the entire battlefield saw the black tide of wolves pouring in from one side of the battlefield. The edge of the forest opened black light doors out of thin air, and those huge beasts were jumping out one by one.
"What kind of mess is coming." Feng? Viscount Dougning finally reacted and couldn't help cursing inwardly. But he didn't have time to think more, because the cavalry was accelerating the charge. He looked back at the black wolf that was fighting with him. The black wolf had been thrown far behind by the earth travel dragon, and it seemed to have no intention of chasing them, but turned around and rushed towards the infantry behind.
On the entire battlefield, countless black wolves are making the same moves. It seems to be a neatly organized and disciplined army. No, in fact, the real army cannot achieve such effective command.
Feng? Viscount Dougning's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized that these wolves might not be as simple as the monsters in the forest-they were druids? No, druids can't control monsters.
Bree's infantry suddenly exclaimed.
The Viscount-sama immediately raised his head, at that moment he couldn't believe what he saw. The black wave of wolves was separating from the left and right, as if to give up a road, and in the middle of the road, one person and one rider were walking among the wolves.
That is Brando.
Brando was also looking up at him.
A dark and faint crystal on his forehead was slowly emerging, shining with a strange light.
Brando placed the main position here, not believing Ouding's private soldiers, but himself. With one person, the enemy is not impossible.
And now, he was telling the Viscount Lord this truth with facts.
I am the left wing.
There was a slight light in the sky, and countless wind spirit spiders shining with blue light were lifting off from the forest one by one, forming a huge light array behind Brando in a blink of an eye. All the Bremen infantry could not help but slightly open their mouths to watch this scene. A day ago their flying dragoons had personally experienced the power of these little things, but now it was their turn.
Brandon stood on horseback, pointing forward only with his sword.
A golden-red light rain poured down in the direction of his sword, and the dragon rangers charging at the foremost terrain were pierced one by one by the beam of light. Hundreds of knights almost turned into fly ash in an instant. But what disappointed him slightly, Feng? Viscount Dougning was really cautious, and even when the Wind Spirit Spider was floating in the air, he took a few of his guards and ran away, allowing him to escape this round of blows.
After all, the attack of the Wind Spirit Spider still has a certain lag. When Brando went to look for the opponent, the opponent had already been mixed into the Bray's light infantry brigade, and even his mount was dropped. This made him bear it. Can't help but cry that this guy is too greedy and afraid of death, and I don't know how Freya killed the opponent.
But this didn't exceed his expectations. After all, the guy who was afraid to fight him in Ampersel at the time had no courage to think about it. You know, there are many nobles who have to fight their opponents even if they are desperate to defend their reputation.
Brando shook his head and did not continue to order the Wind Spirit Spider to attack the Bree infantry. He knows that the battle is far from over, and that the element can stay a little bit. And these enemies in front of them, there is no threat anymore.
In front of him, the combined'army' composed of black wolf and rock leopard was colliding with the Breathless light infantry. However, the hundreds of black wolves and rock leopards at the silver ranks and black iron peaks can only resist thousands of troops in this direction.
Brando is waiting for an opportunity.
The commanders of the Bree Column were also waiting for the Finn Column and the Constantine Column to complete the encirclement.
Brando couldn't help raising his head.
What he saw in his field of vision was the hilltops of Mt. Macenko and Mt. Villeco shrouded in dense explosions.
Viscount Finn was staring at the attendants of Earl Vitogin in front of him in the deafening explosion. He yelled and tried to suppress the terrible blast: "What did you say?"
"You said Lord Earl asked me to attack? Put all your troops in?"
The attendant knight nodded.
"Yes, Lord Von? Lord Dougning has already reported to Lord Earl that you risked your lives to put forwards into battle in the first place, and Lord Earl also praised the tenacious style of Finn's column. , But the two adults hope that you can further invest more troops to support the front line. Victory is already in sight."
Both of them were yelling hoarsely, as if only in this way could they hear what the other person said, and the whole mountain trembled, as if the whole mountain was going to be blown into the sky in the next moment.
But Viscount Finn couldn't help showing an extremely weird look on his face. When did he put the striker into the battle? Wasn't his striker wiped out in the first strike? The opponent's'spell' is really terrifying, he has never seen such a'spell' that can last forever.
"Master Viscount?"
"this… "
Viscount Finn didn't know what to say for a while, how should he speak