Chapter 1109
It's over, it's all over.
You don’t even need to look at it at all. Just when the horn of the empire came from the direction of the tidal flat battlefield, Anson Zade was aware of the 20,000 Azores army "holding" there. To be annihilated.
This is indeed the case-when the thick fog cleared, the army of 20,000 Azores found themselves in no direct way and broke into the encirclement of Elman Legion and Byrne Legion, and It is surrounded by three sides.
And the only thing that may comfort Anson Zade is that the wizard warriors who fall into the trap lose one's head out of fear. The first reaction of the warriors is not to be at a loss or collapse on the spot, but without the slightest. Hesitation executed the offensive order and launched a fierce attack towards the front of the encirclement net.
Although this does not make any sense.
The mournful scream and offensive roars were submerged by continuous explosions-although Imperial Capital did not have much defensive strength, it had Connold accumulated enough to arm an army of 200,000 Massive military supplies.
Of course, this includes powerful ignitor and alchemy bombs from Byrne, and to equip these ignitor and alchemy bombs with a throwing rope with a trigger device, for the alchemists of Imperial Capital , It’s not a very difficult thing...
Amidst the thunder of one after another, the wizard warrior rushing in the first row was almost wiped out, and there are only a few guards who have a special "warrior way". The courtyard warrior was spared; hundreds or even thousands of elven warriors were covered in flames, screaming and fleeing; or they had already turned into coke in the explosion, and drifted into the air together with the dense smoke.
While the remaining wizard warriors, who are strong against flames, explosions and billowing smoke, have not rushed out of the fire sea, they ushered in the double arrow rain of Byrne heavy crossbowmen and Elman hunters; The howling black shadows came from three sides, falling down like an iron curtain, forcibly interrupting the momentum of the Azores’ charge.
And when they also remembered to use their bows and arrows to counterattack, they realized that their arrows had all been consumed in the previous pursuit.
Behind is a fire sea, and in front is like a rain of locust arrows-in less than five minutes, the flat battlefield has been covered with densely packed corpses, and all that have fallen this time All are the warriors of the Azores.
Without exception!
The stunned guard warrior Dann desperately wielded the long knife in his hand, while blocking the parry, he did not forget to stare at the silhouette of the red, white and black cross on the opposite side, heart-piercing. Roaring, to have a one-on-one "fair showdown" with the opponent.
The only answer to him was Yuli Wiertz's silent taunt...and the battle flag waving forward.
Until Elman’s two-handed Swordsman and Legion of Byrne launched a charge, the army of 20,000 Azores was on the verge of collapse; when the flames dissipated, the guards were still putting up a desperate struggle. Court warrior Dan finally had to order a retreat.
In the ears of the elven warriors whose morale had collapsed, this word immediately became "fleeing for their lives".
In spite of this, the elven warriors disintegrated across the board still showed a level that was completely beyond the imperial soldiers-even when they were retreating and fleeing, they still maintained a certain organizational structure and a small-scale formation, alternately covering each other back and forth. , There will even be warriors who take the initiative to stay and intercept the enemy to buy time for the clan.
Because of this, it was difficult for the imperial armies to pursue the Azores during many confrontations in the past, and sometimes even the corpses could not be kept.
But this time is different.
Because the direction of the Azores retreat is a mudflat full of mud and streams.
Standing on the high camp, Anson Zade can clearly see how the guardian elves who staggered and retreated quickly left the battlefield, and how the imperial army was chased up in the tidal flat. Biting hard, layer by layer, being peeled, strangulated, hunted, dragged to death, dragged down...
In a blink of an eye, the 20,000 army has been wiped out; on the tidal flat battlefield, it has been The battle flags of Elman and Byrne were raised again.
They broke up or escaped, retreating all the way and survived, only a few thousand soldiers were left; and behind them, the imperial soldiers who had occupied the tidal flat battlefield were still pursuing desperately.
"...This is the end?"
A Royal Court warrior standing next to Anson Zade, staring blankly at the corpses everywhere, the whole line was ruined On the tidal flat battlefield, it seems that I can’t believe everything in front of me:
"Twenty thousand troops, and so many guardian warrior leaders, it's so easy..."
"So easy?"
The elf boy who came back to his senses gave him a cold look.
"Pay attention to your words, sir, the commander-in-chief of the opposing imperial soldier is the Loren Torino." Anson's words were mixed with a hint of resentment: "A few months ago, he had used very little too easily. The strength of the troops kept His Royal Highness Rodria out of the port of Eboden for a full month!"
"It is this kind of arrogance of believe oneself infallible that made Dann’s guardian chopsticks miserably defeated; as proud Regalia warrior, even if he has his own pride, shouldn’t make such a stupid mistake!"
"I’m so sorry, I missed you!" …Master Zade, the Guardian warrior has failed miserably, what shall we do next?"
Listening to the words of his subordinates, the corner of the elf boy's mouth twitched.
That’s right, Wei Ting’s chores are done, what should I do?
The tidal flat battlefield was defeated across the board, and you can guess Loren Torino's next tactics with your toes-to concentrate superior forces to attack the highland hinterland from the tidal flat, and coordinate with the frontal Legion two-line attack.
Of course, this is only one of the possibilities; if it is replaced by Anson himself with such a good opportunity, he thinks that he should use the tidal flat direction army to suppress himself on the high ground from his belly and back; and attack frontally. The army turned its guns and attacked Empire Avenue from the flanks of the high ground.
After all, there is the top priority. Once the Empire Avenue is captured and the connection with the direction of Eboden is severed, the Azorean elves will become a total solitary army.
Although the appointment with the elf Prince was just to defend the high ground, Anson Zade asked himself if Loren Torino was allowed to siege Empire Avenue without any scruples, he would never let the guy defending the high ground.
It's dead...If the battle really turns out like that, I'm definitely dead.
No, I’m afraid it’s not just myself... Anson Zade, in a cold sweat, suddenly thought of a terrifying situation.
Once the high ground is lost, Loren Torino who captures here will surely capture more than a dozen launchers carried by His Royal Highness Rodria; if these things fall into Loren Torino’s hands, and his If there are a group of alchemists in the army...
No, absolutely not!
"Reserve team! Immediately send a reserve team to pick up the group of withdrawn guards; it doesn’t need too much, more than a thousand elites are enough!" The terrified young elf roared:
"Tell them that they must defend the tidal flats and never retreat. If they lose their positions, then apologize with death!"
"Yes! But Lord Zade..." Regalia warrior's expression Very embarrassing: "Most of our troops are fighting the empires who are attacking the highlands, and there are only less than 5,000 remaining reserve forces; if another 1,000 troops are allocated, the rotation of the battle strength may be..."
"There is no need for a reserve army!"
The anxious young elven waved his hand suddenly: "Send all the troops to press on the whole line, and must use the shortest time to defeat the empire-defeat the frontal attack first. 30,000 people, and then turn around to face the other 30,000 attacking from the tidal flat. There is only one way!"
First defeat 30,000 in the front, then 30,000 in the back...no matter which one, Impossible is an enemy that can be quickly defeated.
The Imperial Court warrior in a cold sweat read silently in my heart, but did not dare to say it.
The next second, the elf boy in front of him made another decision that shocked him.
"The wizard who sent the command to the army, all the launchers are aimed at the imperial people on the front of the hillside, even if the launcher is destroyed, I will launch it without interruption!"
"What, what did you say?!"
"Yes, we have only one way to completely defeat them now!" Anson Zade's expression was maddening:
"Using a launcher—even if you burn them to death, blow them up, as long as you can collapse the 30,000 empires under the hillside, it will be a victory!"
"But, if that’s the case , Will definitely hurt us by accident..."
"No, but, execute the order!" The elf boy roared heartbreakingly, his pupils were full of madness:
" All this... is for the sake of the life and death of the Azores——!"
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When the beam of light rises above the high ground At that moment, whether it was the Azores or the imperial soldiers, they thought they had misunderstood.
Because of some ancient tradition, or because of the fact that it is completely technically impossible to be honest, after the two armies fight, they will not continue to use the kind that would only appear in siege warfare. In the projectile weapon.
In addition to the reason for poor accuracy, the more important thing is that this kind of attack destined to be outside the field of vision must cause more casualties and shocks to your own people than the enemy-against the explosion in front of you Speaking of which is much simpler than doing things like fire light charging forward.
But the loud noise, vibration, and dazzling firelight of the explosion told all the elves and imperial soldiers on the battlefield that it was true!
The beam of light falling from the sky like a meteor, bursting uninterrupted on the hillside like a Death God’s sickle; although due to random projections or deliberate reasons, four-fifths of it fell into the empty sky. On the ground;
But even the remaining one-fifth is enough to turn the chaotic fire sea into a purgatory on earth!
Brilliant sparks exploded in the center of the battlefield’s most intense line of troops on both sides, the soaring flame column rose up between the churning and cracking gravel and soil, and the terrifying temperature and the impact of the extremely strong air wave were all around. Suddenly, together with the surrounding soil and the warriors who were fighting between the two sides, instantly scattered ashes and dispersed smoke.
The highland battlefield that has just ushered in the clear sky from the dense fog is once again shrouded by dark clouds; in the darkness, whether it is an elf warrior or an imperial soldier, every face is written with inexplicable panic and panic. ——They are not afraid of death, and even dared to stare at the oncoming stone cannons, iron crossbow arrows and kerosene attack, but they still feel fear because of all kinds of emergencies.
And fear... often can easily defeat a powerful Legion that was invincible and unrelenting.
"Boom——————!!!"
When the flames of the explosion exploded in front of him, Fitronay only felt like his chest was heavily blunt. It smashed; when she woke up again, there was already a dark ruin next to her, full of corpses and screaming, bloody soldiers...
There were also a few crowded around her. Beside him, an officer with a panic expression on his face.
"Retreat, long Her Highness the Princess, we must retreat!"
Corps Head, standing beside him, yelled desperately, the tinnitus of Fitronay actually I can't hear what he is talking about, but his expression says it all.
"Offensive."
After finishing this sentence lightly, the expressionless Fitronay staggered and almost fell. Fortunately, the one who lost one's head out of fear Corps Head helped her in time.
"His Royal Highness, you can't fight like this anymore! The war is not fought like this!" Corps Head was almost crying, and the officers gathered on the side also nodded: "If you continue to fight like this, we will I'm going to be perish together with those lunatics with long ears!"
But Fitronay didn't listen at all, and he still asked each minding their own business: "Where is Byrne Legion? Where is Byrne Legion? "
"Byrne... Byrne Legion has retreated. They all retreated. Now we and the elf lunatics are left on the high ground! Right?! Right?! Right?!"
Corps Head looked at the surrounding officers in panic, and the panicked officers were also very cooperative and desperately nodded.
Don't look at it at all, Fitronay also knew he was lying...but she didn't want to expose him.
"Since Byrne Legion has retreated, Sackland Legion will attack alone." Gasping in a low voice, Fitronay, desperately supporting his body with a sword, swayed:
"The fog has cleared, and before noon, with the Ai Leman Legion in the direction of the tidal flat, attack the high ground."
"His Royal Highness————!!!"
Corps Head with a crying voice, "pu Tong!" Kneeled down, staring at Fitronay with tears in his eyes: "You kill me! Even if you kill me, I can't take it with you. Many people go to die together-this is not a war, this is suicide!"
The cold long sword is placed on Corps Head’s neck, and the expressionless long Her Highness the Princess has a pair of red pupils staring intently. Look at him.
The other party did not lie.
"...I understand."
Looking at Fitronay slowly retracting the long sword, Corps Head was finally relaxed-he was fed up with this long Her Highness the Princess, you know that the other party is the second heir to the empire in name. If she keeps ordering herself, then it really is...Huh? !
"His Royal Highness, what are you going to do?!" Suddenly came back to the Corps Head of his senses, horrified looking towards Fett who staggered towards the high ground with his sword, step by step Luo Nai was full of cold sweat.
"As you said...suicide."
Fettlownet opened the mouth and said without looking back, staggering, and there was not a trace of it in the flat, watery voice. "I promised Loren Torino that as long as I am alive, the Highland Battlefield will not be lost."
"I...will stick to this promise."