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third chapter

In the small dark room, the three prosecutors listened quietly to Brigadier General Roman's story. They rarely interrupted and only asked at key points, "For this reason, you decided to take the opportunity to eliminate this special force. What about the werewolf force?"

reaction?"

"While we were preparing, the hot air waves also drove the werewolves out of their hiding place. They gradually gathered at the edge of the dense forest. They were not as motivated as they were during the initial march. Because the fire completely blocked the werewolves' retreat, and they were

Spreading to the edge of the dense forest, the most suitable opportunity for retreat has been wasted." Roman said, "This is also an old problem of tribal armed forces. They are brave but lack actual combat experience."

"Have you evaluated the werewolf's frontal combat effectiveness?"

"From an individual point of view, werewolves are indeed special, but overall they tend to be ordinary. At least their formation is not as regular as regular troops, and the military discipline in the formation is not good..." Roman thought for a while, "They

The total number was probably more than five thousand, barely arranging into three sharp-angled impact formations, grinning impatiently at us. The commanders were several werewolf tribe leaders in powerful and strange costumes, riding on a not-too-tall mount.

superior."

"In short, they are fighting instinctively. Although it is new, this idea of ​​fighting a frontal battle with one and a half moves is too naive." Seeing the military reviewer carefully recording, Roman also summed up, "The best of werewolves

Tactics require large space, so our troops have to go up to them and force them to death."

"How exactly was the attack carried out?" The military reviewer raised his head and said, "Tell me more details."

"How else can we fight?" Roman looked back at them expressionlessly, "I can still sit here because my men fight with tactics, loyalty, and lives!"

The loud words echoed in the room, and the scene in front of Roman returned to that tragic place again.

"Encircling and pressing is the key, the purpose is not to let them disperse! In addition, the special operations team should pay attention to the magicians among them, the wingmen should expand the reconnaissance range, and closely monitor the enemy's movements behind the dense forest." Under the military banner.

Roman decided on the tactics, "Time is running out, 1,357 and 4 square formations will go up first, followed by 2,468 and 2 - cavalry on both wings to block the space - don't move the bows and arrows yet!"

"You don't need a bow and arrow?" The staff officer next to him was a little surprised, "If you rush forward, you won't have a chance to use it!"

"As soon as we use bows and arrows, the werewolves will blow up their nests, and it will be difficult to get them together again. We don't charge, just slow down, just like the rising tide, and don't let them react." Roman explained sinisterly, "I still want to fight.

There is an ambush in the position, send someone quickly to negotiate with them."

"negotiation?"

"Yes, they have poor military discipline and are easily impulsive, so try to provoke them."

The major liaison officer said: "Sir, let me go! I understand their language, and nothing I say will affect the morale of the soldiers."

"That's good. You can surrender as you please. Try to delay as much time as possible!" Roman said, "Pay attention to your safety. I'll give you a promotion when I come back."

"yes!"

The major liaison officer clapped his horse forward and made a series of whistling sounds from his mouth, which attracted the attention of the werewolf leader. Then he stopped to negotiate outside the range of the opponent's bow and arrow. His tone and expression were extremely rich. The opponent was also alternately complacent and angry, and even arrayed himself.

The werewolves inside all howled and laughed in response to the major's words - the four infantry phalanxes in front were moving alternately in an unhurried and slow manner, seemingly adjusting their formations, but in fact they were encroaching on the opponent's space bit by bit.

"The first wave of configuration of the phalanx! Four rows of spears in the front row - three rows of swords and shields mixed with swordsmen! The special operations team is responsible for monitoring the guerrillas, and the crossbowmen are in groups of five plus an axe-thrower! A lasso at the back,

Bring up all the nets!" In each infantry square, there are several elite-level commanders arranging tactical configurations. Frontal field battles are not about "charge" and "withdraw", which can be done with a few commands. These five commands are commanded before the battle.

There are more than a hundred people, and experience and skills are indispensable. The officers in charge must be elites from the Guards or the Guards.

"All remote preparations." Under the command banner, Roman calculated the time and the other party's reaction, and quietly made gestures.

The archer commander in the distance repeated: "Calibrate six knots - hold on, hold on - hold on - fire!"

The sky suddenly darkened, and the unique whistle of bows and arrows sounded!

"Ouch!" The werewolf leader who realized that he had been deceived waved his scepter and led the charge forward. The major liaison officer who bore the brunt laughed wildly and turned around and ran away, running into the gap left by the soldiers' formation at lightning speed - a group of people who were chasing him behind him.

More than a hundred werewolves rode a tall one-eyed wolf, and followed the major to the infantry square with extraordinary bravery. This group was obviously the elite of the werewolves.

"Raise the guns!" A command sounded in the square formation, and a row of long guns was immediately raised. But before Officer Sbia could give the order to attack, the werewolves who rushed forward jumped from their one-eyed mounts - their trajectories were inconsistent.

It didn't go straight up, it seemed to be flying close to the ground, and there was a big change in speed, which made Sibia's previous judgment wrong.

"Thrust!" the commander of the phalanx ordered immediately and thrust forward with his spear at the same time!

"Ouch!" someone among the werewolves ordered, and the capable werewolves stepped on the ground with their feet, and their bodies jumped up violently. Not only did they avoid the thrust of the spear heads, but they also reached out and grabbed the spears in the first row - some grabbed

To the middle of the gun body, some people grasp the lower end of the gun head and lift the gun up!

In the sudden change, the spearmen subconsciously pushed the upward gun body down hard, so the werewolves gained valuable external force. In full view of the public, they grabbed the spears and started somersaulting, and let the next two rows of spears stab them.

Empty.

"Ready the crossbows!" The commander in the phalanx issued this order almost at the same time.

At the same time, those furry soles stepped on the spearman's helmet and shoulder armor, and the werewolves completed another somersault and were about to land behind the spearman.

"Fire the crossbow!" Continuous commands came from the phalanx, calm and cold, "Protect with sword and shield!"

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The crossbow archers were already well prepared and fired in groups of five, hitting one-third of the werewolves!

After landing, the werewolf dragging the arrow shaft on his body immediately became the target of pursuit; the uninjured werewolf also failed to take advantage of it. The three rows of sword and shield bearers moved at the sound of orders, and the front row firmly protected the rear of the spearmen.

Behind his back, other sword and shield players formed a small team and used their long and narrow one-handed shields to block their targets. In an instant, this group of elite werewolves were drowned in blood.

Nine times out of ten, they will fall into the hands of sword and shield soldiers. Just as the Sibia army is unfamiliar with them, the werewolves may not understand the opponent's arms and tactics. The Sibia army's field phalanx has long learned a bloody lesson.

, this kind of sword and shield soldiers is designed to prevent agile troops from breaking into the infantry square. Their main weapon is not a knife, but a long and narrow double rectangular shield - usually with a shout, several shields attack the werewolf from different directions.

Smash! The spikes on the shield surface and the sharp shield edges can penetrate flesh and blood.

Werewolves are relatively thin in size. Even if they are not injured when hit by a shield, they will stagger. At this time, the long swordsmen mixed in the sword and shield soldiers can show their power. Most of the werewolves are muddle-headed and chopped into two pieces like this! How many times?

After a face-to-face encounter, the werewolves who had tumbled into the phalanx were wiped out, and several of them were knocked unconscious by black iron long-handled knives amidst the shouts of "catch the specimens!"

But when the werewolves were doing somersaults, dozens of spearmen were trampled hard and fell down without a word on the spot. Although there were people behind to take their positions, the phalanx also had a weak link. At the end of the battle,

The fiercest places occur in these weakened areas. The mounts left by the werewolves are not good things. The combination of sharp teeth can almost catch up with the steel claws of the werewolves, and each of them is not afraid of death.

Specializing in the lower three lanes - the pikemen were not good at close defense and immediately suffered a big loss.

Fortunately, the number of one-eyed wolves is not large, otherwise the front line of the phalanx is likely to be directly attacked, instead of being slightly confused like now. This result is due to the overall advantage of the first front army. In fact, at the beginning of the fierce battle, this

This advantage has already been revealed.

Under Sibia's army, the staff officer who finally breathed a sigh of relief said to Roman: "The melee exchange rate just now was 1 to 1.5, and we suffered a bit of a loss. Counting the previous battle losses, we lost more than 600 combat forces.

.”

"It's up to me to take the initiative. There's no rush." ​​Roman replied, "Let them experience regular field combat now."

Roman's confidence is well-founded, because the foundation of Sbia's regular soldiers is beyond the reach of the werewolf tribe, especially in large-scale wars. This is especially true in large-scale wars. The spears, swords, and shields work closely together, and crossbows, arrows, and axes can be used everywhere.

After the various military services have adapted to the rhythm of battle, the "death zone" that once made the Demon Alliance Army cry without tears has begun to take shape in front of the phalanx!

After a slight adjustment, the infantry phalanx took the first step to the sound of drums, then the second step, and the third step. They were going to attack the werewolves in the death zone!

"The exchange rate is one to two, and we have the upper hand." The staff officer said, "If I were a werewolf, I would have to show my trump card."

"The special operations team is on the attack," Roman said. "The magicians are also prepared. There will be no problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low roar came to the battlefield. The distance was very far away. The location should be behind the werewolves, behind the flames and thick smoke, and behind the stretching dense forest! The fighting werewolves immediately responded with a neat roar.

——Then, a cluster of green flames ignited above their heads! The werewolf's fighting power suddenly skyrocketed!

The slowly moving battle line seemed to be held by an invisible hand, but the werewolves who had stabilized the battle line suddenly retreated amidst howls, leaving only a part of the containment force at the original battle line, which left Commander Sibia confused.

water.

"This is..." Even the major liaison officer who knew the other party best was speechless. He didn't know why.

Roman ordered: "No matter what it is, it can't stop our knife! Everyone is on alert and ready to close the net!"

"Not good." The major pointed into the distance, "Sir, look at the sky!"

Three black spots appeared in the sky over the dense forest, and then expanded rapidly in Roman's field of vision. They quickly flew over the dense forest and flames, and then smashed towards the camp dividing line! Only in the moment before landing, Roman could clearly see the reason.

The sphere made of vines was so large that it was almost as big as a siege catapult.

"Boom! Boom - boom!" Three violent explosions! Three dazzling halos of light!

Three shocking and inexplicable shock waves flashed out centered on the impact point! The two nearby Sbia phalanxes were the first to bear the brunt, and the spearmen and sword and shield soldiers fell one by one! The nearest soldiers were even hit by splashing mud.

It was riddled with holes! Even the cavalry formations at the furthest distance began to become chaotic - people could carry it, but horses couldn't!

Even the werewolves themselves suffered a disaster. Hundreds of soldiers who were messing with Sibia's army were knocked down at the same time! The bodies of the soldiers on both sides did not distinguish between the enemy and ours. They were softly stacked on top of each other. Large streams of blood were flowing from them.

The water slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

Roman's horse stood up and almost overturned him. After finally calming the mount, he saw three vine giants crawling up from the deep pit in the distance, and more than a dozen disgusting vine tentacles were heading towards the infantry square.

Swing it over - but those Sibia soldiers who were lucky enough to survive did not wake up from the shock just now, and most of them were still shaking in place.

"The second line of phalanx is responding! The first line is retreating slowly!" Roman's eyes were filled with blood red, "The Guards are ready to attack!"

"Don't go - the magician concentrates fire to attack! The special operations team fights freely! Assist the infantry to rescue the wounded! Let me carry all the ballistae! Shoot these sons of bitches!" The staff officer failed to catch Roman and could only

Stay under the military flag and issue the order on Roman's behalf, "Report the losses!"

In fact, without the need for orders from the staff officer, the magicians and special operations teams in front had already begun to take action. Flames soaring into the sky immediately appeared in front of the formation, and huge exploding fireballs blasted towards the vine giant with all their might! The baggage soldiers in the rear camp were shouting slogans.

Push the large ballista to the launch position. In order to buy a little more time, some special forces members even climbed onto the body of the vine giant...

Ordinary soldiers have little effect against this magical creature. Their only mission is to rescue the wounded!

"The first, third and fifth infantry battalions have lost more than half and are retreating! The seventh battalion is better and is providing cover!" the combat staff officer reported with red eyes, "the four square formations on the second line are supporting them - hold on or go up?"

"The infantry square retreated one mile to leave a space for the Guards and cavalry to attack!" the staff officer said, "concentrate fire from the far end and try to weaken the enemy first!"

The blazing magical fire wall temporarily blocked the three vine giants. One of them was ignited by the explosive fireball, and the other had his leg blown off by the crystal bomb inserted into the body by the special operations team. However, the vine giants' vitality was too strong.

He was covered in magical flames, but he was still spraying vine balls and thorn branches at the infantry square!

The Guards were gathering, Roman was directly in front, and a winged man flew by, reporting something with a series of howls.

"Here we go again! So many!" The major running next to Roman pointed to the horizon.

Roman looked up and saw a dozen black spots drawing parabolas on the dense forest. They came very quickly, but they were not as big as before.

"This is not a giant." Roman gritted his teeth and said, pushing away the magician who ran over to cast a spell, "Guards! Move forward!"

"Forward!" The hoofbeats thundered, and the flags fluttered in the wind.

"Boom!" More than a dozen vine balls fell to the ground one after another, but they did not cause the same shock and shock wave as before. The green balls only bounced on the ground a few times before they cracked, spitting out a dozen warriors wearing gorgeous armor. This

They should be real humans, and their demeanor is aloof, because the first thing they do when they emerge from the vines is not to find the enemy, but to arrange their own attire - the exquisite armor is shrouded in a layer of holy white light, reflecting the chest.

The golden Temple of Light emblem on the front.

"This is..." the major liaison officer was stunned for a moment before he found the answer deep in his memory, "They are the Knights of the Temple of Light!"

"What?" Roman obviously didn't have this concept in his mind.

"The Knights of the Temple of Light, the late Emperor Fichet Chamei died in their hands! His Majesty Cohen led the guards to fight with them, and only recovered the body of the late Emperor after suffering heavy casualties!" the major said through gritted teeth.

, "Looking at the attire, these two hundred or so are middle and lower level temple knights, worse than what your Majesty met originally."

"That's them? Let's destroy them together!" Roman drew his sword and shouted around, "For Sibia, we pretended to be horse bandits for several years, but we didn't even dare to sing military songs. Let's sing enough today! Attention everyone -

—Across thousands of mountains, tearing apart the silence, rise!”

"Across thousands of mountains, the silence is torn apart; across the river, darkness roars!" the Guards sang first, and the majestic and heroic singing extended to the cavalry troops on both wings, "We are the legion of the empire, like thunder and lightning in the rainstorm!"

"The iron-blooded oath will remain unchanged for life; the journey is long, who dares to resist!" Sibiya's unique song is flying, igniting everyone's blood and soul, and the passionate and heroic spirit is accompanied by soaring magic and flames that fill the surroundings and envelope them.

All fronts, headquarters and rearguard units were mobilized, "We are the legions of the empire, the enemy is just a delicious meal on the plate!"

"Shoulder to shoulder, standing tall!" In the infantry phalanx covering the evacuation, even the wounded with scars raised their heads and sang loudly, because the legend and story of this military song have long been engraved in the hearts of every soldier, and they know this military song.

The song is the pinnacle of glory, and it also symbolizes the last word! After this song is played, there is no need to consider personal honor, disgrace, and ending. The only will is the last sentence of the lyrics.

"Fight for the glorious army! Fight for the Sbia Empire!"

Intimidated by the military song, the werewolves with flames on their heads and the small number of fresh troops on the opposite side were also roaring and concentrating. Because these two waves of vine balls were all the support they could get! If they still have

There are other ways, the rear army will not use this trick, victory or defeat depends on this!

A sharp whistle sounded in the sky, which was the aerial surveillance post of the Sibia Army delivering the message.

Roman shouted: "The son-of-a-bitch merchant army is too poor! This is their last batch of reinforcements! Guards - move forward!"

"Forward!" The cavalry of the Guards Regiment moved forward with Roman, their black armor was like a black tide, their mounts snorted and moved quickly towards the messy battlefield! On both sides of them, several light cavalry columns were also slowly warming up!

"This is our real battle!" Roman grabbed the military flag and waved his sword with the other hand, "I am invincible - kill!"

"Kill!" In the cry of killing, the two armies whose fighting spirit was fully aroused collided with each other!

Bloody light is flying all over the sky, and steel is burning in magic! Giant swords are waved, war horses are galloping, and all kinds of lights are like splashing wash water. In this hell-like scene, everything can be destroyed in an instant!

Soldiers from both sides were intertwined, the battle lines split, converged, and split again. The number of casualties skyrocketed, but it had lost its meaning... There was only a military song, and only this Sibiya military song ran through it!

"We are the legions of the empire, like thunder and lightning in the rainstorm!"

"We are the legion of the empire, the enemy is just a delicious meal on the plate!"

"Shoulder to shoulder, stand upright! Fight for the glorious army! Fight for the Sbia Empire!"

In the song that got louder and louder, the three vine giants turned into ashes all over the sky; in the reciprocal charge, the broken bodies of countless werewolves were cast together with the earth; in the circle surrounded by life and will, one after another the temple knights humiliated themselves.

Fallen to magic and arrows!

"Well done! Everyone in Sbia is well done!" An hour later, the situation was decided. Roman, who was exhausted, held an exhausted magician in his arms and shouted at the bloody sky, "Kill."

!Kill! Leave no one behind! Can’t let them into Sibia!” (To be continued)


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