The knights and their attendants fleeing under the woodland. For those Vieiro soldiers who have never seen the world, it’s almost like the end of the world descending on everyone, causing them to rise up a personal fear from the bottom of their hearts, as if they felt that the fear was directed at them. Those who swooped in, they were left alone and helpless, and would die without a place to bury them in the next moment. The private soldiers were frightened like sifting chaff, where there is still the courage to resist, they can only drop their weapons, screaming and fleeing, and in a blink of an eye, they completely collapsed.
The sharp claws of Fear Spirit were like hooks hanging in the air. They swept over the heads of these soldiers, swept the knight on horseback, and pulled him up from the horse. The knight let out a miserable cry, and with a crash, his intestines and spine were drawn out of his lower body. The bloody half of his body flew into the air, and then fell down, spattering visceral fragments and smelly blood. Fear Ling let out another piercing howl, re-emerged from the woods, and flew high.
Count Jacques, the supreme commander of the Vieiro army, watched this scene with a pale face. Thirty or forty fearsome spirits spread their wings several meters wide and drove the defeated soldiers from the knights into the forest from mid-air. Many knights rushed into the forest. They weren’t killed by these undead souls at all, but they were smashed in the tree and killed alive; or they were killed by trampling each other, especially those panicked servants, as long as they were squeezed to the ground, they would end up mostly in the end. A dead end. The scene where one or two thousand people are driven into the dense jungle like chasing ducks is really sad and funny. If they have the courage to stop and turn back to the fight, they may be able to retreat all over, but they are already scared. If I had the courage, I would rather scare myself to death than stay and fight those nightmares.
The noble commanders of the Vieiro army and the more noble knights watched this absurd scene, but no one could laugh. Count Jacques turned his head and gave a low voice. Many priests wearing red robes and peaked hats came out of the forest. They held the holy relic in one hand and the scriptures of the Temple of Flame in the other along the linden forest. As they walked, the team of knights chanted something in a low voice. Not long after, visible white gleams rose from the holy scriptures in their hands, forming a halo, which gradually enveloped the entire army. Count Jacques felt as if he had been infused with a warming power, that power did not bring him practical benefits, but he surprisingly possessed a soothing power that calmed him down temporarily.
This is a blessing of courage. The aristocratic private army turbulent in the woods also appeared a little quieter in the chanting of the priest of the Flame Temple.
"It's a halo of fear. Those screaming monsters must be higher-order undead." Jacques said to the others around him, holding the hilt of the sword. Compared with the paler colleagues around him, Count Jacques had at least experienced the Black Rose War and was one of the few Vieiro generals who had dealt with Madara. In this matter, the Grand Duke Vieiro referred him as a cron, and the last time the princess took Brando's letter to ask her grandfather, the Duke Vieiro asked him to answer. However, he dismissed Brando’s speculation at the time. Among his deep-rooted insights, the dark things in the east were nothing more than flies and dogs. The advantage that Madara took in the Black Rose War was purely because the kingdom did not have it. Put too much precautions in the Buchi area.
For example, in Karasu, the Highland Knights didn't let Madara take advantage of it.
But at this moment, Earl Jacques' heart began to shake a little, and the Madara army in front of him was obviously different from the one he had seen in Vieiro last year. When he led the army in Vieiro to fight the undead army, although he was scared enough, remember that when the rickety ribs first attacked from the woods, the farmers and soldiers recruited from the countryside around him were almost the first. Time completely collapsed. Fortunately, his knights and cronies stabilized their positions. After a rush, they discovered that Madara's bones were nothing more than this. The only thing that threatened them were the corpses, but their fighting power was roughly inadequate. It's on par with the lord's knights.
Of course, this Lord Earl didn’t know that it was Frostclaw’s army that invaded Vieiro. Frostclaw himself was a ghoul, but Madara’s lowest-level dark nobleman. It is probably the same as those of his subordinate knights. Sneaking to Vieiro was just to avoid the terrible Highland Knight and take advantage of it. He had the same thoughts as our Master Plancher, but he did not expect to hit Jacques's gun. The two fought head-on, fighting half a catty. Jacques almost lost all the infantry soldiers, but Frostclaw was a bit more miserable and lost a lot of corpses. From then on, he was sluggish and was swallowed by other lords not long after.
He didn’t even know that it was the elite of Madara in the Black Rose War that invaded Buche. Instarron and Targus were both confidants of Madara’s Supreme Being, and the Cyclops Targus was even more important. From a famous family, the vampire family has been the most trusted force of the Emperor of Madara until after the Battle of the Xianlin. The current army under the blood stick is not as luxurious as the combination of Instarungatagus at the commander level, but after its army has joined the dark mercenaries from the Sea of Dead Moon, The overall strength is actually stronger than the army in the hands of Instaron in the Black Rose War.
This kind of strong contrast is now clearly magnified ten million times in the eyes of Earl Jacques, making him feel as if he has fallen from the clouds to hell. Although he was still a seasoned soldier, on the surface he was talking about "high-level creatures of the undead" calmly, but in fact he knew in his heart that he was just listening to these things.
The colleagues of Count Jacques clearly understood his tricks and received little comfort. They saw dozens of the same terrible creatures flying behind those fearful spirits that drove the knights. They swept over the gentle hillside, the linden woodland on the hillside, and passed several low hills, and went straight. Coming from this direction, although there is still a considerable distance, but still panicked with fright. The top of the mountain they are on faces the Cherny Valley, on the other side of the valley opposite to the left. At this moment, they are about a few miles away from the fleeing rebel knights. On the right side, in a dense coniferous forest, there are elites ambushing. The heavy infantry guards the center of the crossbowman position. This was originally a very beautiful blocking position. With the involvement of the left-wing cavalry, it can effectively pull Madara’s undead army into this twenty-mile open river valley. Among them, buy time for the Tonigel and Lantonilans.
But the problem now is that they have lost the power to be involved. After the heavy infantry and crossbowmen have lost the cover of the cavalry, they are now man-made swords and fish, not to mention Madara has air power. At this time, a famous swordsman next to Grand Duke Vieiro had already distinguished that those fearful spirits had at least a silver median strength, that is, at least level four creatures. Everyone changed their expressions, with more than one hundred heads and four. Level creatures, these things alone can kill all of their noble infantry with less than four thousand men here.
The Counts of Zlin and Bomos immediately insisted that they should retreat. Their reason is to preserve the strength of the coalition forces. If they are wiped out before the Lantonilans, then the scene in the Silman Valley will be repeated that day, but if they can at least withdraw these four thousand people, or at least Withdrawing six brigades from these twelve brigades, there is hope for the battle to follow. The noble knights immediately echoed this statement, but Count Jacques himself was sneering. He knew the thoughts of these people very well, and it was so high-sounding that they were nothing but greed for life and fear of death. They originally thought this was a sure-fire battle, so they were scrambling to join the battle, but once they encountered a bit of danger, they immediately wanted to stay out of the matter.
Of course, Earl Jacques himself understood that he himself was not a noble person, and these people's ideas were also forgiven. "But the question is, are these guys idiots?" He couldn't help but secretly anger. "Do you think that the initiative is in our hands now? If you want to withdraw, then withdraw?"
Thinking of this, the Lord Earl couldn't help but feel cold; at least compared with his colleagues, he is still a noble lord who knows soldiers. Count Jacques plunged his sword into the ground, and suddenly replied coldly: "My lord Duke has the full authority to appoint me to command this coalition army. I must do my duty faithfully. You are the lord's retainers. Is there any reason to retreat without fighting? "
Count Zlin was a good friend of Jacques, but he couldn't help being taken aback by his attitude. I thought to myself that this friend was scared crazy? He had seen the madmen of the royal party, but his friend was definitely not such a person. He couldn't help but glanced at each other weirdly, thinking about what medicine this guy was selling. Most other nobles have the same idea, but their gaze at Count Jacques becomes more or less uncomfortable, like an unspoken rule. In the current aristocratic circle, you can be upright, but if you If you want to prejudice the interests of other people or even their lives, then you are destined to be an existence that cannot be tolerated by the rules.
Today’s Eluin nobles, as Brando said, have long lost the glory of the ancient times. The nobles of the first king Ake set an example and used their swords to plow a kingdom on this wild land, but their descendants , Had long lost that kind of courage, and became a waste of conspiracy and desire for power.
But at this moment, Jacques more or less had such an idea in his heart. He simply didn't understand how these guys who talked with him happily could be so stupid. He glanced at these guys coldly, and had to explain the words clearly: "What are you going to take to retreat? Have you ever run through the skeleton knight? Or those monsters that run through the sky? A bunch of idiots, now we are the only one. The chance of survival is to stay here and wait until the Lantonian people come to rescue us. Of course, you can try to turn around and run away and gamble on the less than one percent chance of survival, but do you have the guts?"
After Earl Jacques said these words, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He didn't know what was going on. Although he clearly felt that defeat was imminent, he was inexplicably happy in his heart. He suddenly discovered that he was at least the one who stood out from the rest compared to this group of idiots.
Everyone was shocked.
Although most of these noble lords bear the titles of Vieiro's vassals and knights, most of them are in fact protected by their fathers. They are all respectable figures in the aristocratic circle, but it is a pity, war? That kind of thing is a little too far away for the province of Vieiro in the country. In their eyes, the most recent war is about the dispute between Archduke Vieiro and Jean de Nell. It seems to Brando. Even the border conflict is not a small fight, and the scale is comparable to that of the villagers. It also forced these nobles to break out a few so-called'famous generals'. For a while, Earl Jacques himself was one of them, but now he only blushed.
After a while, most of these nobles confirmed the words of Earl Jacques from their friends or subordinates, and suddenly all of them looked like frosted eggplants. There are a few foolish people who even asked if they could surrender to Madara. Of course, everyone knows that surrender is all right, as long as you become a dead person. But this result is obviously unacceptable to them. In fact, this is also a disadvantage of Madara when facing the human kingdom. Generally speaking, in the confrontation between the human kingdom and the human kingdom, or even any other civilized kingdom, surrender and redeem Aristocracy is a very common thing. Aristocrats are captured and treated with dignity. Then they wait for the family to pay a price to redeem them, and then return home with dignity. On the contrary, they can be treated like heroes. This is a comparison in aristocratic wars. Common common sense.
But Madara is a country that does not accept living beings. Defeated by Madara is basically the same as being killed. Therefore, in the battle with Madara, even the most timid army will not choose to surrender, and will often fight to die. And now, the choice left to Earl Jacques is the same. If you don't stay to fight, you can only be killed. There is no second way.
"What if the Lantonilan people don't come? They know that we have been defeated. I think they are unlikely to come and die." Someone among the nobles couldn't help but ask.
"Dare they come!" Count Bomosh replied angrily. But after saying this, he opened his mouth, and suddenly there was no more text. The people present seemed to suddenly remember that it was they who changed the battle plan without authorization, otherwise they would not fall into such a situation. And now Lantonilan people not only have every reason not to come, but they can even scold them for their stupidity behind their backs. Of course, in the eyes of these nobles, this is definitely not because they made a mistake, but because the Lantonilan people are so narrow-minded.
There was a moment of silence in the woods.
Earl Jacques was worried about the morale, so he replied: "Don’t worry, that Earl Tonigel will probably not come. As far as I know, he is such a careful person. But Lantonilan’s commander, Ike, I He is very clear about the character of that guy. He is an idealistic knight. If he can come, he will definitely come back to save us. Of course, the premise is that you must be strong enough to persist until that time, otherwise don’t blame others for coming for you. The corpse is collected."
With the explanation of Earl Jacques, and the fact that Eco was famous after the Battle of Amperexel, these Vieiro nobles finally breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, someone had already complimented Eco's character in private, as if the knight could hear his praise a few miles away, and hurry up to rescue them.
With potential hope, Earl Jacques finally boosted the morale of the army a little. At this moment, they are no longer fighting for victory, but simply for survival.
Vieiro's army began to re-arrange defensive positions in the linden woods, and their movements were quickly transmitted to the ears of the blood rod through the fear of spirits.
The dark lords of Madara have completely calmed down at this time, at least they think they have figured out the details of the unknown enemies in front of them-it is nothing but Lantonilan or Vieiro. It must not be the Highlander anyway, as for Earl Tonigel? Excuse me, what is that? These dark nobles from the Sea of Dead Moon had never heard of it. The obvious good news for them is that it seems that Lantonilan and Vieiro’s armies do not understand Madara at all. They are completely different from the previous Golan-Elson armies, and are more similar to a year ago. The Eruin army, this kind of army, whether in the eyes of the blood rod, or in the eyes of these unruly dark mercenaries.
That's a pile of rubbish, not even rubbish.
"It seems that they still have a support army." The black-haired young man tapped on the map and replied to the blood rod: "This support army should be around us, although I don't know how these Eruins disjointed themselves. But they are not a big threat to us. Even if this pocket is closed, their combat power alone is not worth it. What's more, these idiots have messed up. Now we only need to eat these idiots safely. "
He chuckled, "They are here to send us troops."
The blood rod is also sneering. The stupidity of the Eruin may seem a bit surprised to these dark mercenaries, but it seems to him to be commonplace. The combat effectiveness of the White Winged Cavalry of the Van Mills Legion surprised him. It was already a bit extraordinary, but now this is their normal level. Its eyes looked at the pale map made of no animal leather, as if it was really looking down on this land from mid-air. The army of the undead was marching in front of a few miles wide, unless these humans had been sealed off. This area, otherwise it would be impossible to surround them.
Of course, it might have been possible, but the other party was stupidly stupid.
"First use the skeletons to test their combat effectiveness." It replied coldly, setting the tone of the battle.
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