Chapter 22 My journey, which seems to be a coincidence and an adventure, turned out to be fixed at t
"Lean, quickly count the losses and retrieve all the wounded!
"Nonna, organize an attack and take advantage of the situation to tear apart their defense line.
"Prisoners, get me some prisoners!"
Griffith wiped off the blood and mud on his face and commanded the entire army to expand the results of the battle.
There is an insurmountable stream and cliff to the west and north of Piefeng, and the defense lines of the Clan Alliance army block the plains to the east and south. According to a small amount of intelligence and pre-war reconnaissance, their strength exceeds three thousand.
The surprise attack launched in the early morning penetrated the defense line, and all the orc troops attacked by the Storm Squadron collapsed. When Berthier's infantry came up, the last remaining enemy who resisted was quickly annihilated.
But the calculation of the number of enemies annihilated is wrong. At most, only half of the orc army was defeated and destroyed along the way.
The matter is not over yet. Griffith thinks he still wants to rescue the Saint, and then investigates what conspiracy is behind this, and what attracts the orcs to separate such an army to carry out a raid mission before the war.
The remaining orc army may have fled under the sudden attack, which is not uncommon. The double-walled defense line collapsed so quickly. A rational commander should be able to realize that the strength gap between the two sides is huge. Encirclement and Suppression Saint
The woman's combat mission is no longer possible.
However, this is not necessarily the case. One out of ten generals will always fight back in desperate situations and stick to their duties until the last moment.
"Captain! Captain!" Kallen suddenly ran over. She came with two soldiers and a girl with messy hair on her back, "In town..."
"Quiet." Griffith shouted, and then asked them to come over and ask.
As soon as the soldiers put down the girl they were carrying, Griffith discovered that it was Lanzada. She was pale and had several wounds on her body. Seeing the would-be knight approaching, she struggled to get up and speak, but she couldn't stand.
stand up.
Griffith had a bad thought and asked in a low voice:
"The soldiers in the town broke out during our attack?"
"Yes, it is."
Lanzada nodded anxiously, trying hard to speak complete sentences.
"Then they encountered a counterattack by the orcs and were defeated?" Griffith's heart tightened, "The town's defense line was breached."
"Saint, Captain," Lanzada breathed out and grabbed the would-be knight's hand, "Orcs have rushed into the town."
This often happens in besieged towns. The defenders can hold on at first, can withstand overwhelming attacks, and can endure hunger and thirst. However, once reinforcements appear, the tortured soldiers will go crazy.
To launch a breakout, it would be better to join the reinforcements even a second earlier.
At this time, experienced siege commanders will capture the fighter planes. As long as they let out half of the breakouts, and then concentrate their strength to attack the flanks, the army that was as solid as steel before the breakout will collapse, and those who escape will go straight to the reinforcements, and the remaining
What's next is a mess.
Griffith nodded, stood up and said: "Nonna, inform Berthier to lead the infantry to attack the town in formation. Don't make a hasty attack, just press them. Dedeus' squadron holds the defense line, and the Storm squadron will be closed after the storm squadron gathers.
The ground is on standby.”
"Shouldn't we attack with all our strength?" Ace and Joshua, believers of the Holy Light, both panicked, "The Saint is in danger."
"Execute the order." Griffith shouted.
He turned around and took Hanguang Jianyi in his hand: "I'll come as soon as I go."
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This place is just like in the dream.
Burning towns, corpses lying on the roadside include humans and orcs. The brutal battle has just ended, and the flowing blood has not even solidified.
Pierre Feng, why did the generals of the defending army retreat in their own words? Why could the clan alliance fight to such an extent?
This town is not a big strategic location; the army here is just a militia. Is the Saint of Anjou so important to the enemy that it must be eliminated?
Griffith was gripped by an ominous premonition. He wanted to leave, but his body was driven forward by unspeakable excitement. The trembling thoughts were urging him to go quickly, get there quickly!
He walked through the ruins, and there were only a few orc soldiers left. They left behind the frightened women and children, did not slaughter or build a defense line, and rushed straight to the north of the town, turning a blind eye to the human reinforcements coming from the south.
Extremely dangerous thoughts captured Griffith's mind. His whole body was trembling, and chaotic and unreasonable thoughts spewed out.
The injured orc jumped up from the corpse, grabbed a sharp knife and stabbed it. The blade hit the breastplate and broke, and Griffith cut him down with a sword. The second orc jumped from the balcony above his head and swung his hammer violently.
Smash, Griffith raised his hand and directly broke the enemy's intestines.
He leaned down like a beast, gathered momentum with his legs, and rushed out like a thunder. The orcs blocking him were torn apart by the sword light.
A mountain monster appeared in front of him, and he raised a big stick made of a tree trunk and swung it. The would-be knight lightly jumped on the tree trunk, turned into a strong wind and rushed towards the mountain monster's face, and split its head open with a sword.
As soon as he landed, he spun around, grabbed the fallen body of the mountain monster and pulled it. Thick spears were densely pierced into the tough thick skin. Before the spearmen could launch their second round of attacks, Griffith had already thrown them at them.
Come to the round shield, I also flew into the crowd.
As if driven by fate, he rushed into the ranks of the orcs, cut off their torsos, and caused a bloody storm. Countless soldiers died in his hands. When the holy sword was stuck in the flesh and could not be pulled out, he used
Fighting with hammers and daggers, or directly breaking the enemy's neck. His strength seems to be endless, inexplicably abundant, as if he wants to squeeze out every ounce of potential in life, exhausting his life to complete some unimaginable task.
Task.
To the north of the town, near the cliff and stream, a girl is fighting an orc warrior.
She was wearing a silver winged helmet, her appearance was unclear, her silver breastplate was blurred by blood, and the shining silver sword in her hand was as bright as the stars on a summer night.
The orc fighting the girl was wearing the attire of a general. He was very strong, middle-aged, but very majestic. He did not defend at all, and launched a desperate attack with the courage to face the abyss. The left side of his face had a trace from top to bottom.
An old wound was split into a new one from left to right, making the face look even more ferocious.
Isn't this the scene in my dream? Why? Griffith was stunned. The most impossible explanation emerged in his mind, which vaguely connected many memories in the past.
The orc general and the girl were surrounded by dense corpses. The orcs and militiamen fought until the last moment, and even the corpses were still biting each other.
"The ancestors are above us! The destiny has come!"
The orc general roared loudly. He took a drink from the wine bag on his waist, and his whole body immediately became as red as a soldering iron. His momentum and figure surged. As a commander, he had entered a state of madness without distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy, and began to
Sacrifice sanity and lifespan to overdraw your strength for fighting.
As soon as this violent power emerged, the anxious battle began to collapse. The girl who was fighting the orc was knocked away from her sword, and then kicked out and rolled straight towards the cliff.
The orc strode to catch up and stepped on the tumbling figure.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a spear pierced his chest. The furious orc suddenly paused. He lowered his head and looked at the head of the spear that had penetrated his chest.
"No!"
The orc let out a desperate and angry roar, and rushed towards the girl with all his strength. The second spear followed one after another, piercing his thigh and pinning him to the ground.
Griffith came from behind, grabbed the throwing spear he picked up from the ground and weighed it with his hand. The third armor-piercing throwing spear roared out. This shot penetrated the orc's waist and abdomen, annihilating his unwilling roar.
He rushed to the girl's side and found that the girl was struggling to get up. Her light blond hair was scattered on her shoulders, her delicate breastplate outlined her slender waist, and the torn skirt between her armor and greaves exposed her long white legs.
Before he could ask, a desperate aura suddenly enveloped the sky.
The orc general who was hit by three heavy armor-piercing spears roared unwillingly. His whole body was trembling, and he raised his fists to the sky. His already burly and amazing body became stronger and expanded.
"Look at the enemies over there in the starry sky,"
"Orcs, never be slaves!"
Standing on the edge of the cliff, Griffith hurriedly grabbed the girl, turned around and hid under the cliff. The earth-shattering explosion shattered the houses and rocks on the cliff into fly ash, and the overwhelming shock wave swept over and blew away the two people who fell.
Fly out.
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The cold stream shocked Griffith. He struggled to get up and found himself on the bank of the stream. He looked up and looked around and found that the cliffs of Pierrefonds, the smoke and the town were already far away.
The blood stains melted in the water, and in the rustling autumn wind, the wordless call could be heard clearly.
He seemed to be in a dream. The familiar scent that should not appear was before his eyes. She was getting up from the stream. When she took off the broken silver helmet, her long golden hair was draped over her shoulders, eclipsing the morning sun.
No, it's not...how could it be like this...
Griffith reached out to hold Han Guang, but the holy sword had long disappeared; when he went to grab Ju Su, the flintlock had also been lost. He threw away the suffocating helmet, struggled to get up, and staggered towards him.
Sensing the footsteps and the sound of water, the girl turned towards him. Her blue eyes were exactly the same as in her memory. The flame of life once extinguished before his eyes, but at this moment, it was so vigorous and excited.
When she saw the knight coming to her side, surprise and panic flashed over her. The crystal tears were like connected gems, hanging on her delicate cheeks. Her eyes full of memories and tenderness filled the world.
He felt that his heart was being squeezed tightly, and thousands of words had been blocked in his heart.
It turns out, that’s how it turned out.
The tragedy of Neopolis, the chaos of Verona, and the death of Raven, are all of this meant to bring you back to this world? It is you who is resurrected at the cost of tens of thousands of people...
My blood and battle, and the orcs' fight, are actually to prevent your return. The sequel to this ridiculous drama, which is like a joke, may be an even more tragic future.
It turns out that my journey, which seemed to be a coincidence and an adventure, was actually planned from the beginning.
Abominable God, how dare you fool us like this.
I, must, stop, before the evil conspiracy becomes reality, I can stop it. Griffith is walking in the stream and blood, his mind has been crushed by the reality that the most absurd dreams can not imagine. The final
His sense of responsibility told him, ordering him to reach out and grab that slender throat, hold it tightly, and end the tragedy here.
Griffith came to the girl's side, pushed her down into the shallow water, got on top of her and grabbed her throat tightly with all his strength.
She looked up quietly, her pure and flawless eyes accepting her fate calmly. She knew she shouldn't do this, but her tears were shining, and her slender hands gently stroked the boy's cheek, wiping away the broken tears:
"Griffith, I, I miss you so much."
Griffith trembled, and the hands holding his throat lost all strength.