Brunave, who had just rushed to the front line, seemed to have had a big dream, and when he woke up, the world was still spinning.
He looked around and saw that all the young men in the tribe were as confused as he was. The ground was littered with corpses of all sizes, dying wounded soldiers twisting their bodies, horses with broken stomachs kicking their hooves, burning flags,
The broken weapons and armor were soaked in a pool of blood and trampled into the soil by soldiers coming and going.
Hoarse screams could be heard endlessly, and the half-elf heavy infantry pushed and shouted in the crowd.
Suddenly, several knights on black skeletal horses passed by the diagonal thorns. One of the female knights was holding a blond girl in one hand and roared towards Brunave, knocking away several swaying knights.
The orc boy galloped towards the north without looking back.
Brunave fell to the ground with a thud, looked up and saw an orange fireball hanging in the sky.
After the strong light and shock wave dissipated, the fireball gradually extinguished, leaving a magnificent sea of fire in the clouds. Burning fragments continued to fall from the sky and were scattered throughout the battlefield. These meteorite-like fragments also had a light red afterglow.
burning.
"Brunaf, get up! Get up!"
In a daze, the orc felt that someone was grabbing his breastplate and dragging him along the ground. He turned his head and saw Aslante dragging him with all his strength.
"Hey, wife, what's going on?"
Miss Shadow Priest raised her foot and kicked her in the face. The orc woke up completely and jumped up from the ground.
"Go quickly, tell everyone to leave quickly!" Miss Troll shouted anxiously, "The restriction on us has been lifted, let's leave quickly now!"
"Let's go where?"
Confused, Brunave heard a series of bugles coming from the distance, as well as the sound of commands one after another.
"All squadrons...stop!"
As soon as he looked up, he saw an abrupt human wall appearing behind the thin smoke, and many figures were gathering under the human wall. Half-burnt flags were raised on densely packed bayonets, and dense drumbeats rang rapidly.
Got up.
"Mom, this is human beings preparing for an assault!" Brunov's whole body tightened, and the warrior's instinct had awakened his memory.
"Stand still, go back to the team! You damn barbarians!" A half-elf officer gave Brunave a hard push and shouted to Aslante beside him, "Come forward in close combat.
Shooter..."
Before the half-elf could finish his words, Brunave swung his ax over and chopped him into two pieces on the spot.
The body that was severed to the waist fell to the ground spraying blood, and the surrounding orcs and troll infantry made a commotion. Warm blood drops splashed on the corners of Brunave's mouth. He stuck out his tongue, took a lick, and rolled his eyes.
Made a circle.
He snatched the battle flag from the hands of the warrior next to him, Qi Luck Dantian, and roared towards the sky:
"Our army - defeated!
"Brothers and sisters, run for your lives!"
After that, he pulled up the big flag embroidered with the emblem of the Elf Servant Army, folded the flagpole to his knees, broke it into two pieces and threw it to the ground. He picked up Aslante and ran away to the northwest.
"Failed, defeated!"
The soldiers of the Firestone Tribe also followed the clan leader's clamor, snatched the weapons and armor at hand, stabbed the half-elf who was caught off guard, and then fled out in a swarm.
With the support of the wishing device, Griffith used and adjusted the ability "orbital bombardment" of sequence 4 of the "War" pathway, and detonated the Tears of the Moon in the air.
The world briefly returned to a time without magic.
None of the spellcasters could feel the breath of magic, and there was only noise as loud as snowflakes in their ears. The withered spellcasters who were fighting in the army a few minutes ago all lost control.
, some rushed into the river like lemmings and drowned, while the other group fled to the dark forests and swamps on the edge of Canaan.
The orcs and trolls who fought under the influence of Fiona first fought with the half-elves and death knights in the team, and then collapsed one by one.
"Counterattack across the board!"
Griffith said to Roland who could hear his order: "Command all the troops to counterattack immediately and defeat the elves before their magic network is restored!"
Communication on the battlefield has been completely interrupted, and many heralds have been killed in the battle. However, Griffith is convinced that once the Chinese army launches a counterattack, the entire Grand Republican Army will be mobilized!
The 10th Army and the cavalry units immediately took action, and more than 100 squadrons were gathered under Krista's eagle banner. Other units also quickly rallied after seeing their friendly neighbors preparing to attack.
Griffith jumped on a war horse and ran with Roland along the wide front. They shouted orders as they ran.
Roland shouted: "The whole army will attack in horizontal lines and attack from the front!
Griffiths shouted beside him: "The volley is directed by the bugle, no firing is allowed within fifteen steps!"
"Ah?" Roland was stunned for a moment, "Are you so bold?"
"The enemy must be defeated as quickly as possible without giving them time to reorganize," Griffith confirmed. "After a round of volleys, the entire army charges with bayonets and hits the bottom of the White Tower!"
About 30,000 infantrymen formed a horizontal formation, lining up from the banks of the Tirne River to the multi-faceted fortress, forming a wide front. More troops were constantly joining. Some of the elven troops on the opposite side of this front were still attacking, and some were still attacking.
Some are disintegrating, while others are gathering together and waiting for orders.
Since the command systems of both sides failed, most of the elven troops watched the humans array in front of them. The dark infantry battle line began to advance to the beat of the drum.
The thunderous sound of artillery sounded. The artillery on both sides fired on their own without command. Paxiu and the grenadiers were mixed with the fusiliers, and the dense formation made everyone's arms almost touch each other. He could not find him
In Lansada, Desai and Kallen were nowhere to be seen. They only saw a thin girl wearing a large helmet and holding a flag walking in front.
The two commanders, Griffith and Roland, ran past the queue like a wind. Every time they passed a squadron, the sergeant and flag bearer raised the team flag, and the undulating bayonets and helmets were like the tide. The little girl holding the flag also used her feet.
They vigorously answered the flag to the commanders, and all the former Confederate soldiers in the team cheered for them like crazy.
"The order requires us to advance to fifteen steps, and then charge with a bayonet after a volley!"
"The pointy-eared villain is doomed! Comrades, fight to Canaan!"
The girl holding the flag stood next to Paxiu. The grenadier and flag bearer walked in front, leading everyone to march towards the Canaanite army.
"I am Loper, from Verona," the girl said to Paxiu beside her, "Has the land been divided in your family?"
"Huh? Ah?" Paxiu was stunned for a while, "I haven't been back for a long time, I don't know."
"Don't talk!" the officer leading the team shouted.
"Then work hard!" The little girl muttered like a chatterbox, "If you win this battle, your family will get a share!"
Heavy artillery fire crossed across the sky, leaving a hissing sound and exploding in the ranks. The Grand Republican Army's horizontal formation was penetrated in many places, but it still could not stop the advance of tens of thousands of infantry. Some soldiers were wiped out by artillery shells.
, the people behind immediately filled in the gap.
Roland was riding on a horse with his command knife raised. The shelling from the opposite side raised gray smoke columns in the sand, and gravel and soil flew away. There was a vibration under his feet, and there were big smoking holes everywhere.
Roland's heartbeat was faster than a snare drum, his throat was dry, and his head was a little blank. Vaguely, he heard Griffith muttering something as he was approaching:
"Flintlock muskets, assembly line production, military-industrial complex, reserve army training,
"Grenade fuses, rockets, artillery mathematics, fire support doctrine,
"Steam turbines, shipping management, field transportation,
"The last one, general mobilization!
"These are the 12 secret words of human civilization, a 200,000-strong army forged by steel, steam, grassroots organizations and industrial systems. Even if this army is destroyed here, more than 200,000 reinforcements are gathering from all over the world!"
These 12 secret words aroused Roland's pride. Suddenly he was no longer afraid or nervous. The army he had worked hard to build and decades of operational layout were exchanged for this moment of heroic words. Roland jumped on his horse and whipped his whip towards the White Tower.