The pikemen in the queue fell one by one. This situation made me feel like a knife.
"Axe-thrower!" My hoarse shout echoed over the battlefield: "Kill them!"
I think my eyes must be red. I have never watched one of my own people being killed without being able to step forward to help - because I am the supreme commander and my duty is to command the entire army rather than rush to the front line. , even the orders I issued were conveyed by heralds.
The pikemen were followed closely by groups of axe-throwers and ordinary swordsmen. After receiving my order, the axe-throwers in front shouted in unison, and the throwing axes in their hands had already been released!
When the flying ax came, the red warriors behind the pikemen had to stop attacking and first used the double knives in their hands to block the flying axe.
I'm glad I trained the soldiers some time ago, because the pikemen took advantage of this momentary gap to distance themselves from the red warrior behind them.
The pikemen in the front row also fired their guns at the same time, and countless densely packed silver spear heads thrust out at the same time, forcing the red warrior in front to retreat several steps!
The axe-throwing officer spoke hoarsely and waved the sword in his hand: "Throw!"
"Throw!" Another round of flying axes flew out, more accurately than the last time.
"Kill!" Behind the ax thrower were soldiers holding swords with long handles. They swarmed up and surrounded the red warriors who jumped behind the spearmen.
The ax thrower continued to throw, not caring that part of the ax fell on one of his own.
Because when designing the throwing axe, the master and I had already taken today's chaotic situation into consideration. According to the armor characteristics of our soldiers, the master made the most appropriate adjustments to the weight and edge of the throwing axe, and I made the most appropriate adjustments Ax throwers undergo very rigorous training.
Just like in the current melee, the ax throwers all know how hard they should throw the ax and what rotation speed they should apply to the ax - so that the ax can effortlessly cut into the red shirt. A warrior's body does not harm his own people.
At this time, the pike commanders on the front line shouted the same command in unison: "Assault!"
"Assault! Assault! Assault!" the pikemen shouted, no longer obsessed with the neat formation. The pikemen in front of the red warriors stopped on the spot and continued to fight with them, while the pikemen next to and behind them grabbed a few They surrounded them from left to right, and in an instant a hundred or so circles were formed on the front line, trapping the red warrior tightly inside.
The other pikemen crossed the circle and organized themselves into formation again as they marched, preparing to deal with the enemy's follow-up troops - those ordinary infantrymen who had not yet rushed, but were killed by arrows.
The red warriors were thrown into confusion by the successive attacks of flying axes. When they stabilized their position after two rounds of flying axes, they had to face a harsh fact - they were surrounded by more than a dozen swordsmen or spearmen. The crowd was still quite tight, with large blades and spear heads gleaming coldly on the front, back, left and right, and there was no room for movement at all!
Perhaps in order to maintain agility, the red warrior did not have too thick armor on his body.
After losing their precious dodge space, they could no longer use their ghostly speed, and lost their greatest agility advantage, making them worse than ordinary infantry.
"Kill!" Countless red-eyed soldiers shouted this sentence with deep hatred!
The spearman plunged the head of the spear into the body of the red warrior, then gritted his teeth and rotated the gun body left and right a few times, then pulled out the spear, stabbed again... Finally, several spearmen worked together to kill the red warrior with blood. Splash raised his body and threw it outside the circle with a shout!
Although the red warriors who were thrown out were not completely dead, they could no longer do anything strange, because the places where the spearmen fired their guns were always the fatal parts or the main joints of the body - if you want to know who knows the bones and muscles of the human body better, , my soldiers are now better than the witch doctors!
The red warriors were thrown into the air one by one, and some of them were dismembered by swords before they even hit the ground. Even if they were lucky enough to fall to the ground, they would be chopped into pieces without even the dust being stirred up.
This is not a perverted behavior. Every soldier knows the story about the dark magician in the Demon Alliance Army resurrecting dead soldiers.
A guard brought my horse over, and I got on the horse and continued to watch the battle.
As soon as the red warriors were eliminated, the pikemen who rushed to the front were already fighting with the enemy's ordinary infantry, and our entire formation followed suit.
With the magic chants of our magicians, a large magic barrier appeared above the battle line. The barrier completely protected the enemy and our soldiers on the entire front line - we already had the advantage, and God knows whether the defeated demon coalition forces will ignore it. Your own people are using magic randomly.
Under the magical barrier exuding various colors, soldiers from both sides were fighting in full swing!
My soldiers are well-trained and cooperate very well under the command of the officers. The officers gave orders loudly, and the soldiers responded with shouts, just like a well-oiled machine being started...
The soldiers would take a step forward after each wave of shouts, and similarly, many bodies with blood spattered would fall in the enemy ranks.
However, after a long time, the enemy army could no longer hold on. Although they showed tenacity, the entire front line completely collapsed. Our soldiers spread out and chased down the enemy's stragglers one by one...
Like the last battle, no enemy surrendered.
I'm not surprised by the enemy's tough style. After all, this is a forward force.
In addition to the requirements of speed and agility, a good forward must have a strong combat style that is even more important!
Otherwise, if the other party catches one or two prisoners and tortures them for a while, won't everything be known to the other party?
Before this battle, I did not underestimate the enemy's forward force. In fact, I not only carefully selected the ambush location, but also used twice the strength to entertain them.
If it weren't for the unexpected appearance of those red warriors, this would have been a beautiful ambush...
Thinking of the unexpected appearance of the red warriors, I suddenly thought of their ghostly movements and the pair of strange long swords in their hands!
There must be something weird about them! Regardless of the sporadic battles ahead, I immediately led a group of elf magicians to the place where I just fought with the red warriors - I wanted to find out the details of these warriors.
The ground was a mess, covered with the remains of our soldiers and the fragments of the red warrior. The magicians knelt down one after another, picked up the sword of the red warrior and examined it.
"How is it?" I asked loudly: "Can you confirm their identity?"
"Please wait a moment, Governor Cohen." A leading elf turned his head, pulled down his hood and said to me: "We need a moment."
"Okay, I'll wait." I nodded and answered her, but I was very anxious. If I couldn't quickly determine the identity and origin of these red warriors, I might miss the opportunity to fight.
The great elf picked up a long knife, raised it towards the sun, and observed it carefully for a while. Then he held the knife in his hand, closed his eyes, and carefully touched the blade with his fingers that glowed white, and finally returned the favor. Several elves gathered together and whispered something.
"Governor Cohen." The big elf's eyes looked towards me, full of worry: "I think we already know their origins."
"Who is it?"
"Scorpion Warrior."
"Poisonous poisonous...poisonous scorpion warrior?" I couldn't help but frown: "What is that?"
"The poisonous scorpion warriors are a very small number of warriors in the demon alliance. They are very special." The big elf looked at me and said, "Actually, I have never seen them before. I came to this conclusion from their weapons. "
"I'm listening." I motioned for her to continue.
"The Poisonous Scorpion Warriors are specially trained by the Demon Alliance for assassination. They are not from other races, but are selected from humans by the Dark Demon Palace. The selected candidates have received rigorous training since they were five years old. After completing the training, they have very agile and fast abilities. Movement skills, especially short-distance and small-scale movement. And their weapons." The big elf raised the long knife in his hand: "This long knife has poison on it."
"poison?"
"Not only is it poisonous, it is also blessed with curse magic by the high priest-level magician of the Dark Demon Palace."
The big elf said slowly: "Actually, many of our soldiers only had their skin scratched by their knives... But as long as their skin is scratched by such weapons, they will be paralyzed by the curse magic first, and then the poison will be released."
"What?" I jumped off the horse, took a few steps to the body of a soldier, and carefully examined the wounds on the spearman's body.
The big elf was right. The spearman's glove was only scratched by the long knife, leaving only a black wound on the back of his hand. The wound was very shallow and there was no trace of blood. I then opened his helmet visor, and his whole face was covered with blood. It has turned black...
"Did all my soldiers die of poisoning?" I looked up and looked around. The bodies of our soldiers were everywhere.
"Yes, Governor Cohen. The bodies of these soldiers must be burned immediately." The big elf came over and said, "Otherwise, I don't know what the consequences will be."
"Go and rest!" I nodded, and then said to the officer on duty next to me: "Count the number of people and clean the battlefield!"
"yes!"
When the bodies of the fallen soldiers were placed on firewood, the number of casualties was also counted.
In this battle, we suffered nearly 2,000 casualties, of which more than 1,200 soldiers died, almost all of them died at the hands of the enemy's poisonous scorpion warriors!
In other words, in addition to those who were shot, every poisonous scorpion warrior who rushed in front of our army killed more than eight of our soldiers! If it weren't for my large number of ax throwers, if it weren't for my soldiers Well-trained - the number of soldiers who died will be at least double!
These are just over a hundred poisonous scorpion warriors, and those fighting them are my most powerful guard regiment! They are the most elite soldiers under my command!
With such an advantage and such a large number of casualties, it can be said that in this battle... I am a loser!
The firewood under the fallen soldiers was lit. Looking at the blazing flames, I put my extremely heavy right hand on my chest and gave them a standard military salute.
Rest in peace, my soldiers, you will always be the best, I will use the blood of the enemy to commemorate you...
We can no longer fight against such enemy forces! I made up my mind and turned to the officers and said: "Retreat immediately! Immediately!"
"yes!"
One day later, I led my troops to the dividing line between gods and demons. Although we were not running too slowly, we were still overtaken by the cavalry regiment of the demon alliance as we approached the Grand Canyon.
What caught us was an entire legion of light cavalry, but they did not attack immediately, but divided into three directions and followed us as far as we could see.
I tried to stop, and I tried to launch a feint attack, but the enemy wouldn't engage me!
If I stop, they will stop; if I counterattack, they will run back... I can't expect the soldiers to catch up with the light cavalry on two legs, right?
What does this cavalry regiment want to do? They have nearly 30,000 soldiers, so it stands to reason that they should attack! Why are they so far behind us now, like surveillance?
What they did made me very confused. I had to be more vigilant along the way and told myself over and over again: "Hold on! As long as we get to the Grand Canyon, everything will be solved!"
I was on guard day and night, and I mobilized every cell in my brain.
Two days later, after a long journey, we arrived at the outskirts of the Grand Canyon and saw a small city at the mouth of the Grand Canyon. We were only one step away from being out of danger.
After entering Tucheng, I found that the advance troops did not follow my orders - I ordered them to immediately enter the canyon except for one guard.
In Tucheng, every street and alley was crowded with soldiers, and they had just arrived. In other words, the rear troops led by me moved very fast, almost chasing the leading troops and followed them into Tucheng.
"Why haven't you entered the canyon yet?" I caught an officer asking.
"Sir, this is an order from the chief of staff!" the officer replied to me: "He ordered us to set up defenses and be on standby!"
"Damn you!" After swearing, I ordered the troops to prepare to enter the Grand Canyon immediately - the pursuers behind us were too close to us and could kill them at any time.
I quickly rushed into the headquarters and found Carlos.
"Why haven't you entered the canyon yet?" I grabbed Carlos and slapped him in the face: "The pursuers are already following!"
"Sir... you'd better go to the city wall and take a look." Carlos, who was still holding the map in his hand, said with bloodshot eyes: "We can't get in at all."
"No matter what it is, nothing can stop me!" I left him and rushed up to the city wall in a few steps. I was stunned when I took the first look.
This earthen city was built by refugees, mainly to prevent bandits. It is located about seven or eight miles away from the entrance of the canyon. Two low and simple city walls connect the dense forests and swamps on both sides of the Grand Canyon, encircling the entire entrance of the canyon.
The entrance to the canyon is in the shape of a funnel.
But now, from the bottom of the city wall to the mouth of the canyon, this huge funnel is filled with refugees. At a glance, the field of vision is filled with a squirming flow of people, of all races, at least hundreds of thousands!
"Damn it..." I felt so weak that I sat down on the city wall: "Aren't you going to kill me?"
"Sir, there are too many refugees." Carlos walked up to me and said, "We can't possibly enter by force... Let alone enter the canyon, there's no place to set foot."
"Where did these people come from?" I shook my head in disbelief and said, "How could so many refugees appear overnight?"
"The flames of war have spread throughout the dividing line between gods and demons, but there is no fighting here. The furthest they come is from the border of the Trafal Empire, dragging their families over several mountains... but the scouts we sent two days ago did not find it. The retreat was blocked, and when we entered Tucheng an hour ago, the city was full of people, and more refugees gathered more than ten miles away from the city."
Carlos whispered: "And we didn't think about this beforehand! It's my fault!"
"It's not your fault. Letting them escape here should be a trap by the Demon Alliance." I said slowly: "Remember when we drove away the mob in Camp? They learn so damn fast!"
"Can we drive them away?" Carlos asked me tentatively: "Let our troops pass first?"
"It's too late, the enemy has already caught up, and it's not easy to drive away these hundreds of thousands of people."
I shook my head: "If we use strong tactics, most of our soldiers come from the dividing line between gods and demons, and these people may have their relatives... Once the soldiers mutiny, we will be finished."
"Then what do we do?"
"What else can we do?" I spat on the ground: "We fell into a trap, it's time to fight!"
At this time, an officer ran up the city wall: "Report sir! The enemy is chasing us!"
"Get ready to fight! I hit you by mistake, Carlos..." I stood up and patted the dust on my body: "But don't expect me to apologize to you. I'll let you fight back if I have the chance!"
"Ah... no need..."
"Give me the order! The whole army enters the earth city to defend!" While Carlos was stuttering, I was already striding towards the city wall: "Build a stronghold and set up traps - I want to kill all these bastards from the demon alliance!"
"yes!"
"Carlos!"
"arrive!"
"Meeting of officers of each regiment!" I shouted loudly: "It's on the city wall in front!"