Chapter 1029
"No chasing! No chasing! The whole army is assembled——!!!"
West of the Valley of Blood Skeletons, the ruins of the Empire stronghold.
On the chaotic battlefield, the lake city count Lanmalos wielding a long knife ran wildly among the "scattered" cavalry, while shouting loudly: "Hurry up for those who are not dead. I'll go back-where are the people who reported to the Hornbill, are they back?!"
"No!"
"The one who reported to Eckert, are you back?! "
"Neither!"
"Damn it, can you give me some good news?!"
Lan Malos yelled at Count Le Staying on the reins, stopping at the front of the line, the long knife in his hand shuddered slightly.
On the wilderness ice field not far away, slices of ice werewolf were moving; the white hair, which is very difficult to distinguish in the ice and snow, is clearly visible underneath, and the shadows are full.
This is as it should be by rights-no matter what, it is clear when the number reaches thousands!
In the mountain cry out and sea howl-like roar, countless Iceborne Werewolves rushed from all directions to the Byrne Knights who had just "annihilated" the werewolf tribe in the ruins of the stronghold.
Obviously, this is a trap; as for why a group of monsters and wild beasts have also become deceptive "tactics"... This is not a question that the current Byrne Knights need to consider.
Currently they only have more than 400 cavalry, but the enemy-even if it is just a group of wild beast-like monsters-is tens of thousands!
The terrain of the wilderness is very fragmented, but it is also very open, which means that they don’t even want to escape; the ice werewolf’s speed is not much slower than the horses, and the short-distance sprint is basically impossible to get rid of these enemy.
The ice-worgen who assaults the senses...not so much like a tide, it is more like a living "blizzard", approaching them at a sprinting speed.
"The signal for help has been sent out-two or three groups of cavalry who have dispersed have responded, and they will be coming soon."
White Horse Peak count Regret Er panting and strangling the reins, hurriedly shouted: "They will meet us from the right, and we will be able to break through in a while. I'll make the way!"
"What did you say?" Lan Ma Lost turned his head back abruptly, as if he heard something amazing:
"Run away?!"
"It's a breakout!"
"This Isn’t it all the same?!" The foul-mouthed Lanmaros count said unabashedly, "The enemy hasn’t rushed forward yet, so I’m thinking about running away!"
"How can this be? The same?!" Regrel looked at him anxiously: "Are you crazy? Our task is to detect and detect the movements of the Azores, not with these ice wolves..."
"Then tell me, who are these ice-worgens coming from?!"
"How could I..."
"Then you shut up, now Here I am the highest command, obey the order!" Lan Malos roared: "If we retreat now and break through; this group of animals will go straight to the fortress of the horn fort-let them go directly, the cavalry in the back row will be company. Time to unfold is too late."
"We are right here, straight through them, and we can buy as much time as we can buy-when his three thousand Knights arrive, I can tear up all these gangs in one wave!"
"Containing, investigating, sweeping...this is the meaning of the hussars, this is the meaning of us here, otherwise you really expect one The castle can control the entire valley of blood skeletons!"
"But..."
"You will get out of here again!"
It's gagged. Baima Peak Count flushed for a while, staring at the ice werewolf who had rushed up from the opposite side, and pulled out his sword like angrily.
"Who are we?!"
Holding the saber high, Lanmalos count looked around Knight for a week.
"Byrne—————————————————— —!!!”
“Then kill me to see——!”
The war horse neighed, Lan Malos shouted hard:
"Bye Benefactor-charge!"
In the thunderous sound of horseshoes, more than four hundred hussars and Byrne Knight-errant Knight launched a charge, unstoppably rushing towards the ice wolves who had already rushed toward them.
Like the sharpest knife.
"pu chi ——!"
The horizontally split long sword pulls the white shadow like a fan, tearing open the neck of the werewolf’s chin; Baima Peak count's field of vision is dyed red.
Damn...Damn Lanmaros, is he bossed by the dead Bosval?
The goal of our army should be containment and investigation. It is not ready to fight with tens of thousands of monsters at all. It is just so abruptly that we are trapped in a heavy siege... and courting death is not like this.
Damn bastard... Baimafeng count gritted his teeth, threw away the long sword in his hand, grabbed the black-bottomed Golden Lion flag from the attendant on his side, and raised the flag tip as the tip of the gun.
"Raise your guns, you are the Byrne people, raise your guns—!"
With the roar, the knight-errant knights of Byrne speeded up and rushed to the front of the queue. The flag gun hung on the saddle was pulled out and turned into the "tip" of the queue.
"pu! pu! pu!"
Blood blossoms bloom like stars on the thunderous battlefield.
Where the horseshoe passes, is the road paved by flesh and blood.
The disorganized formation of the Iceborne Werewolves-if they really have the concept of "formation"-simply cannot withstand the "fighting charge" composed of four hundred cavalry.
Penetrated by a long spear, beheaded by a saber, trampled by a horse's hooves, cut by a long sword, knocked over by a war horse... The hussars holding the cone array are like shark fins that shuttle in the sea , To separate all the "sea water" that passes through.
But the fierce ice wolves did not show any signs of being deterred--even on the contrary, they pounced on like crazy, and even trampled the front row to death. Roar and rush to the cavalry.
In front of this kind of "defying fear of death" enemies, the cavalry who charged are also constantly being shot down. Unclear werewolves tore and eat like prey...
In just a few minutes, more than 400 cavalry tore a path straight in the "ocean" of the werewolves of the ice plain, and it was From the front to the end!
The ice and snow that permeated the battlefield were mixed with the sweat from the horses and the Knights, and the breath in the mouth... in a trance, countless icy werewolves were still hiding the sky and covering the earth. Come;
If it is usual, these monsters have paid so much casualties, and after they understand "own prey" and not to be trifled with, they will flee like a disintegration; but they are now Not only did it not collapse, but it still rushed to the trifling cavalry of hundreds of people like crazy.
The roar resounding through the valley, as if it was a force that could swallow everything.
"Have you seen, these animals are determined to kill us-if we retreat at this time, the fortress and cavalry that are not ready will be destroyed by them!"
p>Amidst the roar of the sky, the hoarse-stricken Lanmaros counted foul-mouthed at the blood-stained Baima Peak: "The reinforcements, the reinforcements you just mentioned, we will be dead without reinforcements! "
"I am not the Holy Cross, nor the Duke of Loren, how can I know when they will come?!"
The enraged Regret also directed at this lake Xincheng count roared, and strangled the reins: "Rush once again, this time try to break through to the west of the Blood Skeleton Valley!"
"The Duke got the news there. At worst, he died here. There’s nothing to worry about!"
"Is this what you said?!"
"This is what I said!" Regelel said in a broken posture: "Anyway You are killed, what can you do if you die?!"
Lanmalos grinned.
"You bastard, still laughing?!"
"What's the matter with the laugh?"
"I don't care, shut your mouth!" Baimafeng count hysterically shouted: "When you are brave and righteous, I don't want to see your lowly laughed face again!"
"pu hahahahahaha..."
"Put the mouth Close up, don’t laugh!"
"hahahahaha......"
"You......" Looking at the count of Huxincheng who was almost out of breath with a smile, it turned red The face-stricken Rigeler was about to interrupt, and was suddenly stopped by the attendant behind him.
"My lord, someone is coming, it's the direction of the horn fort!"
Huh? !
The cavalry turned their heads one after another, looking at the position pointed by the attendant.
The sound of horseshoes trembling the earth suddenly sounded on the flanks of the battlefield, followed by banners hunting in the cold wind.
Golden Lion flag on black!
More than a thousand knight-errant knights and hussars rushed down from the hillside, brandishing long spears and sabers, and rushing towards the chaotic ice wolves like thunder.
Faced with the sudden emergence of "prey", the ice werewolves did not have any preparation at all, let alone any defensive preparations-patches of ice werewolves fell like wheat in the field.
in an instant, the form of the battlefield was completely reversed; the cavalry who charged almost straddled the battlefield for most of the battlefield before they began to be held back by the assembled ice werewolves to continue their attack.
But it's just being "dragged".
The cavalry under the hillside held their breath one after another, staring at what was happening on the battlefield, but didn't plan to participate immediately.
In this kind of sudden encounter, the two armies have not reached any offensive and defensive agreement before, and participating in the war rashly may destroy the other’s plans and preparations, and may even accidentally injure the friendly forces and destroy the formation. Make a joke of "robbing exploits".
Being able to be entrusted with important tasks by Eckert and Loren, besides the knighthood, is because Lanmalos, Regret, is a very mature cavalry commander.
The strength of the cavalry lies in its mobility and impact-on the other hand, anyone who dares to stand in front of a charging cavalry, even their duke is impossible to reverse their charge, and even more impossible to stop them. Come down.
Therefore, after determining the direction of the opponent’s offensive, indeed after they came to meet themselves, the two counts tacitly left behind the previous "declaration of death" and calmly watched the friendly attack. Waiting to rendezvous with the opponent, and then consider how to end the battle next.
Of course, the premise is that the enemy will not have more reinforcements.
But when the other party came to meet up, what they said far exceeded their expectations.
"Why do you say it again?!"
Looking at Ramaros, who was scolded directly, the frowning Ragrel was very upset, but he didn't stop him. His plan—because of his astonishment, he was not much less than the count of this rugged Lake City city every day.
"I didn't say it clearly, or the two didn't plan to execute the order?"
Lu Sien, who was riding on the horse, looked at the two people coldly, paused said solemnly: " In the name of the Duke of Byrne, order the two to accompany us out of the battlefield. After the battle is over, prepare to wipe out the remnants of the enemy-do you hear clearly this time?"
"We heard very well. Clear." Baima Peak raised his eyebrows, and stopped Huxin City Count, who wanted to yell at him: "We just don’t understand. The three thousand cavalrymen on Eckert’s side are still on their way to the Valley of Blood Skeletons. Lord Duke prepares. Which army will be used to destroy these ice-worgen groups?"
It will never be the Legion soldiers of the empire? The two counts thought very tacitly in their hearts.
Almost all Byrne counts understand that the reason why Loren wanted two thousand Legion soldiers from the emperor was on the one hand, of course, because Byrne did have shortcomings in this respect, on the other hand, it was Give them a little "color" to see-let them understand how important a unified military system is.
So if Loren really threw them aside and dispatched the empire's army to destroy the ice werewolves, they would definitely not have the slightest surprise-of course, they were awkward and uncomfortable, that's for sure. .
Let a group of Byrne Knight watch the Sacklanders show off one's military strength in front of him, and make the two counts feel uncomfortable just thinking about it; and this is not the emperor, but himself An order from the Duke.
That's even more uncomfortable.
Looking at the expressions of the two opposing people, I didn’t expect so many Lu Si en tightly frowned, and some unceremoniously said solemnly: "I’ll repeat it again, the whole army alternately covers and withdraws from the battlefield. ——This is the order of the Duke of Byrne!"
"Then please tell me why the Duke...don’t interrupt me!"
Half of what Rigeler said, just Lan Malos suddenly held his shoulders by his side, causing him to turn his head and look impatiently: "Isn't it enough to ask a few words, if this kind of decisive battle..."
"Boom— ———!!!”
At this moment, a loud noise like rushing thunder came suddenly, the sound like destroying heaven extinguishing earth... The whole battlefield trembled.
On the battlefield filled with snow, suddenly a pillar of fire ignited, arbitrarily dancing from side to side among the screaming and howling icy werewolves!
No, that's not a pillar of fire, that's...
giant dragon!
The amazed Byrne Knights stared their eyes round one by one, lifts the head motionless and froze in place, unable to even close the jaws.
Lanmalos looked at the flames, and then at the icy werewolf who screamed and wailed in the snow and fire sea, sighed, with a very weak expression.
Reigel's expression is gloomy and uncertain, obviously thinking of something else.
"Said it earlier, if you know that there is a giant dragon, you don't need to let the brothers die." With a boring shrug, the city count raised his long knife and waved back:
"The whole army retreat!"