Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103

"The empires, line up-advance!"

The sound of the horn resounding through the earth, accompanied by the shouting of offensive orders, thirty thousand sackrans-bye With heavy steps, Legion began to advance towards the Azores Elf Highland Camp; from a distance, it looked like an iron chain, walking horizontally.

Thanks to Imperial Capital Golovin’s massive material preparations, Loren completed the collective change-up for Byrne Legion, abandoned the original heavy long spear, and replaced it with a Sacramental-style battle halberd. And zheng-shaped shield.

This kind of infantry weapon full of "empire style" is far more convenient and practical than it looks. Provide adequate body defense, then "black city wall" is a big joke.

In addition, the heavy long spear used by the Bayern phalanx is a cumbersome on slopes, too long and too heavy; it may be easy to use in plain areas, and it can’t be kept tight on slopes or hilly areas. The long spear phalanx will not have the chance to resist even if it is close.

Although the reason for this is simple-convenient.

Uniform weapons, uniform armor and materials can greatly reduce logistics pressure and provide the most equipment in the shortest time; even heavy long spear is cheaper, lighter, and more convenient to carry; However, the number of battle halberd in Imperial Capital city has an overwhelming advantage, so collective replacement of battle halberd becomes the best choice.

Although it was for logistical considerations, when 30,000 armed with unified weapons and armor, the tightly arranged phalanx army turned into a line, rolling in from the dense fog to the hillside, it still ordered The Azores felt great pressure.

The dull sound of stepping is full of rhythm, and even the ground under your feet can faintly feel a trace of vibration.

"The enemy is attacking——!"

Above the high ground, the elven warrior leaders who saw the imperial battle flag with their eyes drew out their sabers and turned to the Azor elves on their sides. The warriors roared loudly:

"Draw your sword-prepare for war!"

Echoing him are thousands of long swords out of their sheaths, shooting like a forest of steel with cold light.

At the center of the line, hundreds of elven archers rushed out like a tide, forming a thin, slender line in front of the Azores Elf camp, setting up their long bows and aiming downwards.

"Raise the bow-hold it steady!" Countless shouts of commands sounded continuously in the thick fog; if you listen carefully, it is not difficult to even detect the tension in it.

This is an unexpected battle.

Don't say Anson Zade, the Azores are all over the army, and only the little Prince is not surprised by this result.

"Oh...I'm going to attack the heights when I come up. The imposing manner is sufficient!"

Holding the monocular telescope firmly, he didn't care about Rodria, whose hands were already full of blood. · Azores stared at every move below the high ground excitedly: "At least 20,000 troops are needed to see the posture. Is this going to take the high ground in one go?!"

"But I'm so sorry, Trifling 20,000 yuan and want to take the main formation in one breath... Don’t underestimate me, Lu Sien."

"Yes!"

The elf boy replied immediately, looking at me. There is tension that cannot be concealed.

"Go and prepare the launcher and aim it at the maximum distance directly below. It is still customary to entertain our guests with fireworks before the war begins."

"As you bid!"

The nervous Anson Zade immediately turned and left. Before he could go far, two new pieces of information made him have to return immediately.

"Imperial Avenue?!"

The face of the little elf Prince changed suddenly, but it was not in astonishment and fear, but indescribable, like a kind of extremely pleasant excitement.

"The warrior who sent the order sent information, and in the direction of the Imperial Avenue to the north, the army of the Empire was also found." Looking at Rodria Azores, the elf boy cautiously Answered:

"Because the fog is too thick, it is impossible to judge the exact number of enemies; but judging from the scale, the flag, and the sound of the horn, it will definitely not be less than 20,000!"

"en?!"

"Apart from this there are reports from sentries returning from the direction of Imperial Capital, and there are traces of large-scale army and heavy operations from Imperial Capital to the camp direction!"

"... Um um um ah ah Farm - !!!!"

elf Prince had little excitement to the whole body shuddered.

so that's how it is …so it’s not a temptation, nor a surprise attack, but Loren Torino is really ready to fight me here, right? !

Holding an army of one hundred thousand, a battle determines the future of the two races. This kind of battle is really...

It's so exciting just thinking about it--!

The ecstatic little Prince is thinking quickly, making judgments based on the existing conditions and information.

Even if the highland and the avenue are to attack in two directions at the same time, there must be one of Loren Torino’s main attacking direction and the position he must seize, which one is him...

no no no, you can’t make such meaningless guesses. If you think about it this way, you will only be brought into his rhythm by that guy;

Two positions, where is the threat to him? The biggest one; where is the one that I must hold and never lose?

no no no, if you think about it this way, in fact, the seemingly unusable tidal flats are also at risk of being attacked by Loren Torino sneak attacks. After all, they can attack highland defenders directly from their backs and abdomen, if this is the case. ......

"Imperial Avenue!"

A few seconds later, the elf Prince suddenly woke up.

"Yes, that guy’s goal is to take the Empire Avenue and break through the blockade to Eboden and Lothar-in this way, he can defend against Lothar and Eboden. To establish contact with the army!"

"At the same time, we also have reinforcements from Eboden. The idiot brother who is attacking Deep Limburg will be completely blocked and can no longer be established. Contact, and then be surrounded and annihilated by the empires one by one."

"Imperial Avenue...Yes, this is the most critical battlefield. Once the channel is lost, it will be lost!" Talk to himself.

Highlands can be lost, tidal flats can also be lost, but it is absolutely impossible to maintain the access to Eboden; once the access is occupied, the army in your hand will become a complete lone army, even if it is captured. Golovin, the capital of the empire, only ended up being besieged.

Empire Avenue is the key to this war!

"His Royal Highness, if you permit, please give the passage to..."

"I will guard the passage myself." Rodria snatched and said: "There is Loren Torino. In the main attack direction, how could I miss the chance to play with him head-on!"

The rejected Anson Zade’s eyes flashed with disappointment, and one-knee kneels remained silent.

"Anson, the highland is yours." The elf Prince immediately made a decision: "Stay on the highland, no matter what happens on the other two battlefields, whether Loren Torino attacks or retreats, it will You must not give up here."

"...yes."

Looking at the back of the elf Prince who is leaving quickly, Anson Zade sighed and turned his faint gaze to high. Below the ground-in the fog, the Iron Crown and Golden Lion's battle flag are becoming clearer and clearer with the "black line" that surges like a tide.

Squeezing the ink blue banner in his hand, the elven young man with hatred in his eyes aimed up ahead and slammed it down like a sharp sword.

Above the mist-shrouded high ground, dozens of light beams rose into the sky, and the dazzling light even shredded the fog that blocked the view, and struck towards the lower side of the hillside.

"The launcher is the launcher of the elves!" The soldiers who participated in the Battle of Eboden and the Eboden line of defense were crying out in surprise, yelling at the people beside them in horror. :

"Hidden, pay attention to conceal——!"

But they shouted too late, because next moment......

"Boom———— ————————!!!"

In the thunder-like loud noise and violent shaking, the falling "beam of light" smashed countless sparks on the ground; it was just a round Shooting, half of the battlefield has become a fire sea.

The sparkling firelight and dense smoke appear very dazzling in the dense fog covering the heavens, shielding the sun.

"The empires-go forward!"

In the sky full of fire sea, messy footsteps and horns are mixed with the commanding voices of the officers: "Don't be afraid, You are citizens of the empire, Prince Princess Zhang is watching us, go ahead! Keep going!"

Just a moment of panic, Legion soldiers and phalanx infantry quickly recovered from the fear of fire and explosions. Recovered-the elite heavy infantry from Byrne and Sackland are no strangers to projecting weapons, flames, and explosions, and this sound is not enough to cause their morale to collapse.

What's more, these long-range projection weapons have a characteristic, that is, the accuracy of the head is quite poor; after five hundred steps, it is hitting the slope on the high ground; the probability of being killed by a hit is minimal, and the intimidation effect Much greater than the killing effect.

Looking at the front line that continued to advance to the heights after only a moment of commotion, Anson Zade's mouth showed a cruel smile.

After a while, dozens of beams of light rose again over the high ground.

"Boom————————————!!!"

Thunder blasted and the flames burst.

The only difference is that this time there are mournful scream mixed with soldiers.

Amidst the thunder, the "pillars of light" that fell from the sky turned into "light rains" that sprinkled over Legion; sudden changes made the tight square array no chance to react at all; in an instant, the front row The array has become a fire sea.

The shouts of lose one's head out of fear were mixed with the commands of the officers asking for "offensive" over and over again, but the soldiers who were lit by the fire had long forgotten what a command was, and they went to the front regardless of everything. Fleeing from the rear; while the soldiers who were in a panic trying to avoid the flames collided with the originally tight formation into a mess;

When the soldiers who wanted to escape crossed the front line, they desperately found that they were already behind. It's a fire sea-they are already trapped on the slopes of the high ground.

Being burned to death, roasted to death, trampled to death, killed...has turned into a highland battlefield of fire sea, panic is greatly eroding the morale of the imperial soldiers; and waiting for them When finally came back to his senses, the snarling of the Azores elves came not far away.

"Draw the sword-meet the enemy, kill -!!!"

The wizard warriors wielding long knives from top to top, struggling in the fire sea The imperial soldiers launched a charge.

"The enemy is coming! Array——Array!"

In the chaotic line, Knight and the officers hurriedly shouted, their already hoarse voices still Desperately maintaining order, he led the soldiers beside him to form a shield wall.

"Clang————!!!"

On the hillside where the shouts of killing echoed, the collision of battle halberd and the long knife came and went one after another.

Stepping on the land stained red by the fire sea, the elven warriors rolled up waves one after another as if they would forget their lives, rushing down from the high ground, scouring the imperial shield wall that is as strong as a reef.

Compared with the warriors of the Azores who are charging in a scattered formation, the imperial soldiers forming a tight shield wall not only have the advantage of formation, but also have an absolute advantage in strength-even if the total strength is inferior to the enemy, but The force that can be invested on the same front is definitely more on the empire's side.

And their mission is also very simple, that is, in any case, nail to the hillside, so that the enemy on the high ground cannot threaten the attacking tidal flats and the flanks of the army; at the same time, surround the enemy and make it the strongest A large elven warrior army was unable to cross the battlefield, threatening the back-line squadrons.

It sounds simple, but in reality it is extremely difficult-it is almost inevitable to attack a tightly defensive position from the top to the bottom, and it is almost inevitable that there will be heavy casualties.

But no matter what happens, the center line army must not retreat nor collapse. It is nailed to the hillside of the high ground. It does not require advancement or retreat. If it bites the enemy firmly, it is even a victory!

Nevertheless, this does not mean that every officer thinks that he should be beaten and not fight back—especially for Byrne Legion, it is their normal state to continue to attack and kill the enemy alive.

"Clang--!"

Three long swords hit the two-handed sword at the same time, and the elven warriors with shocked faces felt the hilt coming from the sword. His strength has a faint tendency to be suppressed.

How is this possible, a trifling human...

"Surprised, Long-eared Rabbit..." The rock castle count with gnashing teeth grinned, just like ominous beast 'S smile is really hideous:

"Don't be scared to death!"

As soon as the fire flashed, the three long swords were forcibly bounced away by the big sword, shocked. The elven warriors backed away in embarrassment.

Then they saw the imperial man with leather armor and sword wielding a big sword in front of him, rushing at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his size, his fierce gaze seemed to be a wild beast.

"pu ——!"

The big sword that fell was parried by the long sword, but it failed to block the power of the rock fort count and was forcibly smashed to death.

The second elf warrior who lost one's head out of fear had no time to dodge, and the sword had penetrated his chest.

But in this way, his weapon was also stuck on the corpse and couldn't be pulled out.

This is a great opportunity!

The third elf warrior didn’t have time to show excitement, his pupils shrank, and he saw the ominous beast-like count two-handed wheel sword, forcibly dragging the bones of the robe, and pointed the big sword towards He slashed head-on.

"pu ——!"

With the third slash, the two bodies were divided into two by the big sword from top to bottom.

The bloody mountain rock fort count panted, and lifted the scarlet sword edge above his head:

"The Byrnee——"

"With I kill the enemy -!"