Chapter 687
Before stepping into the land of Poye, Loren always had a question in his heart, that is, a centaur...
What exactly is it like?
But this problem will soon be no problem.
Under the Golden Lion banner on the black background, everyone tensed their strings; Eckert held the hilt tightly to his side, Guy Angert gnashing teeth, restless; pretending to be Bosswal, the relaxed lord of the Peak, kept touching the machete on his saddle.
The guards of Lucien and McAfee with different looks are on both sides of the black hair wizard, face pale, the little wizard right hand who is biting his lower lip, holding down the bowstring, hiding behind the three of them .
The billowing smoke swept from the horizon, the earth's tremors became more and more obvious, and even the war horses began to make uneasy neighs.
The strong grass swept by the strong wind will be crushed by countless iron riders in the next second; the desolate eagle howls cut through the sky, dividing the grassland into two, turning it into a battlefield.
On one side is a rock-like array, on the other side is a huge wave of smoke and dust.
Yes, it's a huge wave.
Faintly discernible, the sound of waves that seem to be like nothing, swept from the end of the horizon, and the continuous sound hit the ground underfoot; countless shadows were engulfed in the billowing smoke and dust, and the sky The junction with the earth is filled with black.
The tremor of the earth is becoming more and more obvious, louder and louder, stronger and faster!
It is not only the heartbeat that trembles violently, it seems that even the blood is beginning to tremble, and the internal organs are all on the verge of collapse!
In the rolling raging waves, roars and howls are mixed in the wind; the cry from the deep throat is low and full of power, like a heavy hammer hitting an anvil.
In the array, Byrne’s Knights still did not move; the Knights holding shields and raising their guns said nothing or a word; the rear reloading phalanx was in this gust of wind , At a moderate pace, the array continued, and it was like a ghostly mythical creature.
Eckert count standing across the sword is still completely motionless, but Bocival count touches the hilt more and more frequently, and keeps looking at Eckert and Loren, nervous. It seems that his eyes can't stop for a moment.
Loren looks steadily forward looking towards up ahead, who is forced to calm down, and his cautious heart keeps counting the number of enemies.
One thousand, two thousand, or more?
The battlefield is too wide. Using the "spiritual horizon" here is of no use except to interfere with one's attention; everything must be judged by one's first feeling and seeing everything in front of him.
This is not the first time he has experienced a battlefield of this scale-in the ancient wood forest, in the valley of blood skeletal, in the glacier wasteland ... panic and fear can no longer interfere with him.
But this time is also different.
He is no longer the leader of trifling hundreds of people, no longer the guard of the prince in the army, no longer an adventurer who wants to flee desperately in front of thousands of troops and seek a glimmer of survival;
He is the Duke of Byrne, the supreme commander of the Knight Legion behind him, and the spiritual pillar of all of them.
His judgment is not about the lives of himself or his friends, but the lives and deaths of thousands of people. It will determine whether these people who trust or hesitate in themselves can leave this place alive. Piece of boundless big green sea.
The tremor continued and did not stop.
Countless silhouettes are rolling and roaring, hiding the sky and covering the earth, and they are pouring toward the front of the queue.
"Bossval." Eckert pierced his eyes to the Qiaowangfeng count, and his voice was thunderous:
"Tear them!"
Suddenly Bocival Count, who was "called", shook as if he had just woken up; he twitched his throat vigorously, and the corners of his eyes gleamed brightly.
"Clang——!"
Bossval, who was grinning with a sharp machete passed over his head, exclaimed in excitement, licking his mouth and shouting loudly. Said:
"In the name of Byrne, in the name of Torino...
Tear them apart——!!!"
Hoarse roar In the middle, countless horse hooves hit the ground, and the Knights in the front row of three flags pierced their flag guns into the sky at the same time.
next moment, they moved.
The sky full of roars and roars echoed in my ears, and the cavalry wielding the silver spear gushed out of the black-bottomed Golden Lion, and lined up to rush toward the oncoming huge waves.
The big earthquake trembled and thunderous--!
On the battlefield, two thick smokes collided head-on, and neither side had any intention of stopping, so they rushed straight toward the opposite side.
"I said...they rushed over like this?"
McCafee was dumbfounded, lowered his voice and said to himself: "The centaur bastard opposite, how can there be Thousands? They are more than a hundred people... just rushed up?"
He tone barely fell down, and saw Lu Sien turning his head beside him, looking at it with very complicated eyes. he.
"You...have never seen how Byrne Knight fights, right?"
"No, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, just you Probably I have never heard of this sentence..." The frowned gray-eyed boy turned his gaze to up ahead and clenched his posterior molar nervously:
"Within two hundred steps, even if'black city wall' 'Don't dare to touch the edge of Byrne's spear!"
Two hundred steps, only in the blink of an eye!
In the next second, the Byrne Knights lined up in a whole row had already rushed into the enemy's array.
Loren's eyes narrowed.
At that moment, he saw the Knights flatten the long spear, clamped it under the armpit, and then roared at the black shadow in front of him and rushed directly in;
He Seeing a whole row of black shadows, they fell neatly in front of the tip of the gun and were trampled by countless horses;
He saw Bocival count wielding a saber and laughed loudly. Then, the saber raised above his head kept swinging left and right, slashing straight at the oncoming enemy.
The huge silhouettes rushing towards each other, as if taking the initiative to send their heads and necks to Bocival's knife and let him chop them.
There was no screaming, no wailing; among the rushing smoke and dust, the Byrne Knights lined up in a row just like no man’s land, and the silhouettes blocking them came one after another. One, fell in pieces.
The ground trampled by horseshoes, corpses are everywhere, and blood flowing into a river.
The heaven overflowing giant wave that was unstoppable just now, the all split up and in pieces that was torn up in an instant, the sky-shaking roar and roar can't stop the collapsed array and the situation that has been completely reversed.
Hundreds or even thousands of arrays were beaten to pieces by more than a hundred Knights, and there was no room to fight back.
McCoffee under his banner was stunned; even Lucien, who was still explaining for him just now, was stared wide-eyed, and his gray pupils were filled with unbelievable expressions.
On the contrary, Eckert count's expression has not changed, and Angert count on the side even took a sip, seeming to be very dissatisfied with the performance of Bosval, the "little young man".
Loren looked at this scene calmly, staring at each other coldly.
This is the skill of the kingdom of Knight.
This is what made the empire also jealous, doing everything possible to split it, but finally had to compromise with it... Byrne's strength.
More than a hundred Knights can charge an enemy several times their own, and even defeat them. When this number is multiplied by ten or even a hundred, when the weight of thousands or even tens of thousands is When the Knights appear on the plain...
That is the torrent, which can destroy everything and smash everything.
In the chaos, the roaring silhouette collapsed under the flag gun, but quickly began to gather on the two wings; the Knights who had let go of the charge like a wave split from the center, no longer meet Its edge.
The charging Knights also did not entangle themselves, nor did they plan to divide their troops to pursue them; they just continued to advance as much as possible, turning all enemies who were too late to escape into sacrifices under their guns.
Like Bocival said...tear them.
The billowing smoke divided into two wings quickly spread the array, bypassing the front, and pounced from the left and right moved towards Loren with a looser formation.
The flying black Golden Lion flag is their goal.
The infantry phalanx is still at a moderate pace, the cavalry in the back row has slowly stepped forward, moved towards the front of the queue, and the rangers scattered on the two wings also stopped. Next, waiting for the order.
Eckert count turned his head, his steady gaze looked towards the expressionless black hair wizard:
"The Duke..."
Loren slightly intently nodded, he believed the judgment of the person in front of him, grabbed the handle of the gun, and raised the black-bottomed Golden Lion flag with one hand:
"Offensive——!"