Chapter 1129
Blood is bleeding, and the iron cavalry roars!
Three thousand Byrne Knights, who rode on a fence, rushed into the battlefield from the two wings of the battlefield, like a revolving door, and rushed straight to the sides and rear where the Azores elves had no defensive power.
There is no quick running in small steps, no gradual acceleration-coming up is just sprinting with all your strength!
"The cavalry is the cavalry of the empire!"
The elf warrior who was the first to perceive the ground shaking, did his best to yell at the warriors beside him and warn: "The empire The cavalry is about to rush over!"
"Assemble formation and prepare to defend——!!!"
On the battlefield of melee, the tacit elves warriors quickly divided into two parts—— The front army continued to drag Byrne's frontal phalanx, while the rear army quickly completed the turn and gathered in the direction of the Knights' attack.
They propped up their shields and stood close together. They used the shields to protect the robes on their sides from the air. They extended their long knives like a lance from the gap between the shields to form a thick Shield wall.
The shields folded up like fish scales are like some kind of vegetable layer after layer. The wizard warrior in the front row keeps a certain distance from the back row-they are not intended to block the cavalry by the shield wall , But to use the "human wall" to interrupt the charge of the cavalry with their own flesh and blood, and to buy time for the robe behind him.
But the Byrne Knights, who were two hundred paces away across from them, saw the "shield wall" at first sight, only a merciless sneer.
"A shield--!"
The roar of battle erupted from the mouth of every Knight leader in the front row.
The whistling black shadow struck from the elves’ shield wall, but the arrows did not cause any damage except for the clinking "notes" on the Knights’ armor and shields. .
"Raise the gun——!"
Lin Lin’s long spear is raised flat, and the multi-colored swallowtail flag is rolled behind the tip of the gun in the wind, making a harsh scream .
The elven warriors held their breath, and there was a little more decisive expression on their faces-they had already experienced the heavy cavalry of the imperials once in Deep Limburg.
A frontal charge is very powerful, but only once. As long as it can block their first round charge, let them slow down and pull them off the horse... they will no longer be an opponent of the wizard warrior. .
One second before the charge, they could even see the angry expressions of the Knights, and they were even more confident about the shield in their hands.
Yes, with such a strong shield and so many layers of shield walls, there is no reason why there is only one third in number...
"咚———— ——!!!”
A terrifying loud noise, that is the sound of shields being broken by flag guns, the sound of war horses hitting flesh and blood, and the sound of iron hooves trampling on bones and minced meat. The sound, and the sound of Knight hitting the shield, being penetrated by the blade of the torso, and the sound of the tip of the gun breaking in the warrior’s skull...
When all these sounds were calm, it was just now in Azores. Only a straight "blood line" was left on the position where the wizard warrior was holding, and there were a handful of surviving silhouettes who stood dazedly.
And Byrne Knight's charge was still not blocked, blocked or even slowed down, still ruthless, and rushed towards the back of the Azores Elf Army.
Block the fence charge of Byrne Knight? Slow them down?
The Byrne people can prove with facts a thousand times and ten thousand times, this kind of thing...
doesn’t exist!
"For Byrne, for the Holy Cross, for the Sackland Empire!"
Laughed heartily Lan Malos arrogantly raised his right hand gun, singlehanded and rushed out Array on the fence: "For the Black Duke——, rush——!"
"Long live the Black Duke————————!!!!!!"
A neat shout In the middle, the Byrne Knights once again put down the long spear and launched a wall-mounted charge.
There is no doubt that the elven warriors who dared to use their flesh and blood against the charge of heavy cavalry are not brave, but their efforts are destined to be in vain-layers of defense, fragile like a thin parchment, The futile battle had no meaning at all except breaking the long spear of the Knights.
These "good at learning" elf warriors, their armor is not enough to protect their flesh and blood in front of the Knights; on the contrary, the heavy armor makes them lose the most critical flexibility. Can't avoid the edge of Byrne Knight.
The Byrne Knights who had broken their flag guns pulled out the two-handed swords that were supposed to be used in foot combat from their saddles, rushed forward to stop the wizard warrior, and then dragged them backwards. The big sword, with the momentum of the charge and the inertia of the weight of the blade, does not look towards the front smash.
Regardless of whether they hit or missed a hit, the Knights did not make any stop but continued to charge forward-the large sword swinging at random in their hands is like Death God's sickle for harvesting life. A piece of blood.
Facing the charge of Byrne Knight, the powerless elf warrior can only use his flesh and blood to fight to death for a while. There are very few guardian warriors who master the warrior’s way, and there are hundreds of cavalry soldiers. In front of the charge, he could barely protect himself, weakly watching the robes around him fall one by one, turning into pieces of meat splashing in the blood pool.
"Loren ·Torino …Loren ·Torino......"
Looking at the Byrne Knight who had rushed up from behind, the eyes of Prince Sicotus flashed with excitement , Swinging a knife to smash a hunter Fiend who is trying to sneak attack out.
"Well done, you really did not let me down!"
In less than a quarter of an hour, the casualties of 30,000 elite Azores have exceeded one in ten. The Scales of Victory was quickly leaning towards Byrne, but Sicotus was not angry and rejoiced, even unable to restrain his emotions and showed excitement.
We are determined to win!
At this step of the battle, Byrne Legion, who placed the last hole card first, has lost the ability to resist-without even thinking about it, he must have taken all the remaining forces to attack the fortress camp. , Even one reinforcement is impossible.
And the role of 60,000 elite self, only 30,000...No! Another 20,000 troops quickly joined the battle from behind, and they would be able to wipe out Byrne Legion, and then turn their spears to annihilate the Alemans and Lothar troops who were still fighting on the periphery of the fortress.
In World War I, Lotaire will become his own bag, and he defeated Byrne Legion when he entered Western Sacrament on the land that Rodría had plowed over. There will be any effective blocking;
As for the army of the empire...let them and Rodría fight to their heart's content, wait until they have annexed Lotaire and the land along the Gem River, my dear The younger brother will see reinforcements coming to save him and save the fate of the Azores kingdom.
In the name of Xiong Yingwang!
"Clang——!!!"
The impact of the sharp blade blasted in the ears of Prince Sicotus, and he barely blocked the head-on with the knife in both hands. The great sword of "Dawn".
The force of the horse charge and the big sword cut almost knocked him into flight, and the forcibly resisted Sicotus Prince was dragged out for more than ten steps before he stood firm.
But he didn't have time to rejoice, because the silhouette of the sword swinging at the moment he blocked it.
"Hey!"
Sparks bloom in the center of the collision of two sharp blades.
"I don't know who you are, but my instinct tells me that you are the Duke of Byrne, Loren Torino..." Between the sword edge, staring at the face of the black hair wizard, shaking slightly With irresistible excitement in his voice:
"The imperial man who defeated Rodria, my dear younger brother...twice."
"I really don’t I know, what's so proud of this kind of thing."
The moment the black hair wizard opened his mouth coldly, he dragged the fiery "Dawn" big sword quickly from the blade of the Azores long sword. At the same time, step forward to the left and suddenly raise upwards.
At the same moment, the ecstatic Sicotus turned around at the same time, and the long knife suppressed by the big sword turned with the silhouette, whizzing towards the back of the black hair wizard.
"Clang——!"
The big sword that raised upwards followed Loren's turn and smashed backwards, colliding with the blade that was swept again.
"No...you should be proud." Sicotus's smile became very hideous:
"Defeat Rodria, this will be the second proud of your life Thing; and the most proud of..."
"I died under my...Siktus Azores knife!"
The point of Kortus's knife was aimed at the black hair wizard's front door; but this was just a guise. At the moment when Loren raised his sword to parry, the Scicotus blade that completed the turn raised upwards and slashed towards Loren's chin, and then...
"pu!"
Blood gushing... It was not the neck of the black hair wizard that was torn apart, but the left wrist of Sicotus.
Sicotus' expression changed suddenly, staring at the Hidden Blade sticking out under the black hair wizard's left wrist.
"Clang——clang!"
Blade light flashed past, quickly blocking the Hidden Blade that pierced the neck and the "sunlight" falling head-on, a somewhat embarrassed Sicotu Si Lian backed back and retreated ten steps to gain a firm foothold.
The black hair wizard who raised the sword has already rushed forward again.
"Protect Your Highness——!"
Seeing this scene, the elves and warriors cry out in surprise, roaring and rushing forward with their swords.
"Boom————————!!!"
With a burst of white light flashing rumbling sound, the wizard warriors who were too late to react fell one after another; and waved The Fiend hunters of bright silver sword glow rushed into the battlefield under the cover of the shooting army.
"The wings of the firmament, cover the Duke!"
The gray-eyed teenager of the Double Sword Rondo was the first to join the battle, and furiously shouted: "Give me a little bit Surprise!"
The grey blue sword glow strangled with the mirror-like blade, entangled with each other fiercely-no matter how anxious the elves warriors, they no longer dominate in number, always Unable to break through the "circular line of defense" formed by Fiends.
As the Byrne Knights rushed on the fence, the battle has gradually evolved into a one-sided situation... The Azorean elves with rapidly expanding casualties have already The situation of collapse.
In the deeper part of the battlefield, the elves strangling with the Knights in the long spear phalanx are still putting up a desperate struggle, but as the enemy’s battle strength decreases, relying on the number advantage The phalanx of infantry regrouped, forming a long spear phalanx of the size of the Hundred Men Squad to encircle and suppress the elf warrior displayed.
Split, disintegrate, destroy, and annihilate.
The resistance of the Azores is getting weaker and weaker...The chaotic battlefield is about to come to an end.
"The curtain is down?"
The sneer Sicotus hangs his bleeding left arm, propping up his body with a knife in one hand: "In your eyes, you have I'm about to win...right, Loren Torino?"
"No."
The black hair wizard was expressionless, dragging the "Dawn" sword step by step closer:" I'm not'about to' win."
"I'm sure to win."
Sicotus smiled more vigorously.
Loren sighed.
"Forget it, I'll let you die better."
"Die understand?"
"Yes, otherwise When you see your father, you may not even be able to explain it."
"Father...you?!"
Sicotus, whose complexion changed suddenly, only felt in his heart. It's cool.
"Yes, I...and by the way, you probably think why I would let the cavalry charge without the slightest hesitation, and even stand in front of you personally?"
"Think about it, knowing that you still have at least sixty thousand troops, what is the reason why I did this without the slightest hesitation... I don't want to live anymore? Or is there another reason..."
"Come on, guess what, or take a gamble-maybe I was wrong, maybe in a quarter of an hour you can turn defeat into victory and kill me and my army here There is not one left."
"Who can be the one who can be the reversal of this battle?"
Who...
West in shock Kotus thought quickly-who is it that can make the remaining wizard warriors refuse to execute, even defy their orders, delay sending troops to support, and sit back and watch him be defeated by Byrne Legion here?
Who is it...has this courage, this ambition...
A petite shiver lying on the ground coldly looked towards his elf with a soft and flattering gaze The young girl, involuntarily, emerged from Sicotus's mind.
"Shirla——?!!!!"
The savage-looking Sicotus's eyes shrank suddenly, his eyes burning with raging anger seemed to be able to take a second Tear a certain elven girl to pieces.
But the black hair wizard didn't feel any surprise when he heard the name, and even showed a somewhat dazed expression.
No wonder it turned out to be like this...If it were her, such a lack of virtue and pitting her own people... really can do it.
"he he he …he he he ah hahahaha …hahahahaha …"
The shocked Sicotus suddenly burst into laughter, his face covered with self-deprecating expressions:" Very good...Loren Torino, I lost. The lucky one in this battle is you."
"You won, congratulations."
The black hair wizard did not finish. Still approaching Sicotus step by step, watching him hold the handle of the long knife, and hang the tip of the knife.
"But...you seem to have forgotten that I am not just the heir of Xiong Yingwang, I am also an Azorean warrior-unless I die, never really want to defeat me!"
As soon as the voice fell, the swelling Void Power quickly spread to the surroundings centered on Sicotus, and purple fire poured out from the tip of the knife, surrounding the two of them.
"Let’s see, my warrior's way!" Sicotus's smile gradually became mad:
"The extreme of the sword, hidden in..."
"pu!"
At the moment of blood spilling, there was the sound of sharp blade tearing flesh and blood.
Sicotus, whose blade was broken, looked in horror at the big sword that smashed into his chest from his shoulder, and the silhouette of the big sword swinging on the opposite side.
"Sorry, I'm not interested."