When Colin first saw Marquis Garcia personally leading the heavy cavalry of the Black Cavalry into the battle, he couldn't understand it.
Because this kind of behavior is too risky, if one is not good, if the commander is killed, captured, or even injured and unable to continue commanding during the charge, it will also make the army lose its backbone in an instant. There is also no room for maneuver.
But after personally commanding the Black Cavalry Army, Colin suddenly understood the reason why Marquis Garcia took the lead in every decisive battle.
The general is the courage of an army, but also the soul of an army.
At the beginning, Marquis Garcia took the lead and charged forward, which added to the morale of the Black Cavalry under his command, which was extremely terrifying.
More importantly, once the morale of this terrifying army is stimulated, it will be invincible and unstoppable. There is no need to worry about the failure of the charge and the loss of the main general.
After Colin tried a few times relying on his own immortality, he was also deeply infatuated with the feeling of leading the black cavalry into battle.
The joy of tearing apart the enemy's formation like a bamboo is as addictive as nicotine.
At this time, a thousand black cavalry troops dismounted and fought on foot, but under the leadership of Colin, they still displayed a daunting aura, rushing towards the dwarf position like a sharp arrow off the string.
Because Colin was wearing bright armor, and there was someone holding a handsome flag beside him, this made the soldiers of the Golden Lions know that Vera's husband, Viscount Angelet, had already gone into battle in person.
As a result, the morale of the soldiers of the Golden Lion Army was immediately stimulated.
The situation on the battlefield changed almost visibly with the naked eye, especially when Colin led the Black Cavalry to forcibly tear open the first line of defense of the dwarves in an almost unreasonable way, as if toppling the first domino domino.
For a while, the dwarf army began to retreat step by step.
The fight has entered the most tragic stage. The river beach is already covered with corpses, and the river water is completely dyed red. The unknown fierce fish in the water jumped out of the water excitedly, enjoying this bloody feast.
The retreat of the dwarves' front army squeezed the robes behind them to retreat together irresistibly, but if they retreated further, it would be a raging rushing river.
Seeing that the situation was about to collapse, General Tu Mu, whom Marquis Dawson placed high hopes on, stepped forward.
"No retreat! Follow me, forward, forward!"
boom! boom! boom!
Tu Mu swung the giant hammer in his hand and repeatedly hit the ground, knocking out deep pits.
The huge shock wave spread in all directions, disrupting the formation of the enemy and us, but it also hindered the momentum of the Golden Lion Army's impact.
Tu Mu's berserk gesture also immediately caught Colin's attention.
Although he has always believed that high-level professionals have limited role in a war unless they are in the sanctuary, but in an evenly matched situation, the terrifying combat effectiveness of high-level fighters can still greatly boost morale, and even reverse the situation of the battle.
Therefore, Colin immediately targeted the dwarf warrior.
At this time, Tu Mu also saw Colin in bright armor not far away. Although he didn't recognize Colin, he knew that it was a big fish.
So, he roared wildly, took heavy steps, and rushed over like a steel monster.
Colin also sneered, held a sword in both hands, and greeted him without fear.
bang bang bang!
Tu Mu's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the footprints left behind him became deeper and deeper, as if his weight was constantly increasing as he charged forward.
In the end, the whole ground seemed to be trembling with his footsteps.
But Colin didn't have the slightest fear, nor did he dodge in any way.
One hundred steps.
fifty steps.
Twenty steps!
Closer, closer!
Colin has clearly seen the bloodthirsty smile on Tu Mu's face.
But in the next second, he stopped charging abruptly. This change from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet made Tu Mu on the opposite side slightly stunned.
But driven by inertia, Tu Mu couldn't stop.
No need to stop either.
In Tu Mu's view, this human general was cowardly.
But at such a distance, whoever counsels will die!
Tu Mu laughed wildly, and raised the giant hammer high in his hand, as if he had seen the scene of Colin's head being smashed by him in the next second.
boom!
Tu Mu took the last step, his body jumped high, and the giant hammer in his hand hit Ke Lin like a meteorite falling from the sky.
However, at this moment, a huge figure suddenly rushed out from behind Ke Lin.
His whole body was covered in black armor, without revealing any skin, holding a shield in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, standing in front of Colin like a towering mountain.
Boom!
There was a loud bang.
Tu Mu's sledgehammer slammed heavily on the armored man's giant shield, and the thick steel shield was even deeply dented.
The huge impact caused the armored man's legs to sink deeply into the mud of the river beach, but his body was as stable as Mount Tai.
There was a trace of astonishment and a trace of solemnity in Tu Mu's eyes.
But the next moment, his face was instantly filled with fear.
Because, a long spear shot out from behind the giant shield like a dragon out of the water like lightning, but Tu Mu, who was still in mid-air, could no longer dodge it.
Chi!
The spear pierced Tu Mu in mid-air.
Under the severe pain, Tu Mu let out a beast-like roar, and immediately ignored his serious injury, he swung his giant hammer and smashed it down again.
boom!
The already broken giant shield couldn't resist the bombardment of the giant hammer again, and instantly turned into countless flying iron pieces and scattered in all directions.
And under the effect of terrible inertia, the giant hammer smashed heavily on the helmet of the armor.
The helmet instantly deformed, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
But the armored man didn't seem to feel the pain. He swung his spear and smashed Tu Mu into the ground, and then stepped on it.
Tu Mu only felt that his armor was groaning and groaning under the opponent's giant feet, but he noticed just now that there was a bit of dark green skin exposed under the opponent's twisted helmet, and a glimpse of hideous tusks.
The opponent is a troll warrior!
Tu Mu was full of doubts, how could the troll help the Golden Lion Army
"Surrender, I will give you a face." Colin's indifferent voice sounded.
"Bah!" Tu Mu spat out a mouthful of blood, and said disdainfully, "Only the dwarf warriors died in battle, and they didn't surrender..."
Boom!
Colin kicked Tu Mu hard on the head, kicking him unconscious.
Toum's fall was a fatal blow to the morale of the dwarven army.
Before Marquis Dawson crossed the river, this fifth-rank dwarf warrior was the backbone of the dwarf army on the south bank.
Seeing that the mighty General Tumu was trampled under his feet, and his life and death were unknown, panic immediately spread among the dwarves.
And when the battle is at its height, such panic is fatal.
On the side of the Golden Lion Army, the morale was greatly boosted. The soldiers rushed forward bravely, forward, and then forward. Under the tide-like offensive, the dwarves had no choice but to retreat step by step.
But this retreat will only make their situation worse.
Because behind them is the raging rushing river.
Although there were more dwarf armies coming to the south bank along the pontoon bridge, they couldn't have much influence on the current battle situation at all.
Because they have been blocked by the friendly forces trying to retreat, they cannot play the real role of the new force at all.
It will only make the river beach position more crowded and chaotic.
To make matters worse, the gathered dwarf army became a living target for the archers of the Golden Lion Legion, and the arrows falling like a torrential rain were harvesting the lives of the dwarf soldiers with extremely high efficiency.
"Come on! Go forward!"
"I can't retreat! I can't retreat anymore!"
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The dwarf officers roared hoarsely, trying to restore the decline, however, in this situation, personal strength is so feeble.
Sometimes, it's not that the soldiers want to retreat, but they have to.
Under the collapse of the front line, the living space of the dwarves was compressed again, and it was impossible to carry out orderly replacement and rotation.
The troops behind couldn't rush forward, the troops on the front line were exhausted, and the widespread rout was unstoppable.
Plop, plop...
Dwarf soldiers have already begun to be thrown into the water.
(end of this chapter)