Act Two Hundred and Twenty-Second Victory in the Distance
Scene 222: The distant victory
The difficult-to-advance front line has become intertwined. Although soldiers from the Grizzly Bear Territory and Gruszia have climbed onto the earth wall several times, the mercenaries' will to resist is stronger than every Eruin nobleman who is watching the battle.
imagination; the attack was defused at the last moment several times, leaving Denel's army without any progress for two days and one night. The battle was extremely fierce, and the blood even flowed red in the Gris River.
Pallas was unmoved. The knight general held his sword in his hand and guarded the entire battlefield like a cold death, stubbornly maintaining the pace of advancement. At this point in the war, there was no need to care about how many lives were invested.
Because as long as you take one step further, you will win.
The experienced general was looking for an opportunity to strike a final blow - the rebels' geographical advantage had been almost wiped out in the past day, but on the contrary, the army that was attacking in rotation had maintained high morale - suddenly his eyes lit up slightly.
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Pallas raised his hand and pointed in a certain direction: "Let Sir Wade go up, and don't ask for my orders. He will see where he should attack -!"
The herald was speechless for a moment, "Is there anyone who conveys orders like this?" The unnamed little man even suspected that the lord was a little dizzy after not sleeping all night, but when he raised his head, what he saw was a pair of firm,
Strong eyes.
That's confidence——
"I understand, my lord." The herald bowed.
Tiger Bird whistled and gathered the people around him. "Do you see that over there?" he asked, pointing to a corner of the forest on the other side of the river. Everyone saw a flaming red swallow-tail flag appearing in that direction.
, several spears passed through the canopy, and then a whole team of cavalry covered in red armor appeared at the edge of the forest.
"The Red Banner Cavalry, that's Jean Denel's private army." A mercenary recognized him immediately.
"How generous!" Another mercenary spat bitterly, with blood in his phlegm.
"How high is the combat effectiveness?" Huque asked.
"The first-level arms, the mounts are ferocious horses and light cavalry, and the average strength is in the upper reaches of the Black Iron -" Beside him, a tall and thin elf with gray-blue skin and long ears answered. Unlike the others, he was also Bran.
One of the many mercenaries summoned.
"Hmph, a 'light cavalry' covered with armor!" Huque tutted twice.
"The horses are not armored. They are indeed light cavalry in terms of load-bearing status and mobility. They are equipped with the Hazer people's three-eyed blunderbuss, and they still have considerable long-range attack capabilities within a certain distance. This makes Denel the most important in this army.
The price is high." The elf replied.
"What did the lord say?" Huque asked in a low voice.
The latter nodded.
"They want to attack our left wing. The left wing is composed of mercenaries under Kerenthia. They are already showing fatigue. The other party's eyes are very vicious." Huque turned around and stretched out his finger to point to the others.
: "It's a pity that there is no reason to make it easy for our old knight. Let's deal with these cavalry. How about you?"
In addition to his own people, he looked at the other mercenaries present. These mercenaries were all elites selected from various regiments. They were at least at the peak of Black Iron's strength. They were not many in number, only forty or fifty. This squadron was in
A day ago there were a hundred people, and the intensity of the battle was evident.
"Killing one is enough." Everyone laughed.
More and more cavalry emerged from the forest on the other side of the river, and soon reached the number of two to three hundred. Wade sat on the horse and looked at his men with satisfaction - this is the model of Eruin's most elite army.
, even compared to the White Lions of the royal family - although he only had two squadrons accompanying him in this war, he had the confidence to lead these people to defeat all enemies standing in front of him.
The cavalry began to cross the river amidst rapid whistles. Their sudden appearance certainly attracted Medissa's attention. The Silver Elf Princess stood at the highest point of the battlefield. Following her gaze, the arrow rain seemed to be an extension of her will.
Arrived as expected.
The arrows fell into the river water, causing fierce splashes, but it was difficult for bows and arrows to cause fatal damage to these red-armored cavalry. The cone-shaped arrow clusters often lost their impact after passing through the deck. Some riders carried three or four
The arrows can still maintain the formation; Sir Wade is not surprised by this. Equipment is an important criterion for measuring the combat effectiveness of an army. The red flag cavalry are equipped with arrow breastplates, which can greatly weaken the power of long-range attacks——
In his opinion, this made up for the biggest shortcoming of the light cavalry.
However, this noble knight never dreamed that his enemies would be so diverse. The composition of mercenaries is inherently complicated, and adventurers come from all over the world. Wei De felt a little proud just now, but he didn't know that several elf shooters in the forest had already targeted him.
This striking cavalry.
"Hannuo, you are on the left and I am on the right." On a tree about a hundred or two hundred meters away, an elf covered in grass held a long bow and handed a green arrow to the human ranger behind him.
"Those two?"
"Those two."
Two strings rang out in the forest. The Red Flag Cavalry had just entered the forest on the south bank. The two leading men turned over like logs and fell off their horses. Sir Wade was shocked. When he turned around, he found that both of his men were wearing throat armor.
He was hit by an arrow in his movable part and died on the spot. He only felt the hairs on his hair stand on end, and turned around and shouted: "There is a sharpshooter, be careful!"
A true marksman is the nightmare of all heavily armored units, because thick armor looks like nothing to the opponent. His armor-piercing arrows can always hit the weakest and most deadly parts; he is only professional in the general army.
Archers are valuable, not to mention marksmen who can pierce the enemy with a hundred steps. For such people, lords often spend a lot of money to hire them, but Wei De knows that the truly powerful marksmen are almost all elves and rangers, and these
People love freedom more.
Thinking of this, the gentleman couldn't help but cursed in his heart. Where did the bloody rebels come from? They were druids, rangers, and elves. Are they the Forest Alliance? Or are they actually the forest alliance?
Fighting a holy war? The thought of the November War made his hair stand on end.
"Over there!" The red flag cavalry still kept moving forward at a constant speed in the forest. Movement within the attack range of the sharpshooters was life. These cavalrymen were experienced veterans who naturally understood this, and soon, they discovered
traces of the enemy.
Not far away, a figure was moving quickly on the dark brown earth wall reinforced by tangled vines.
The slender elf with blue-gray skin buried his head and kept moving behind the wall. He quickly approached the group of knights. The elf stopped to observe, with a calm light in his narrow pupils, and then he
While keeping moving, he leaned out half of his body from behind the wall and raised his longbow.
"It's the Elf Archer!" The cavalrymen screamed as soon as they saw the opponent's archery posture. They immediately took off their bucklers from their saddles and raised them high to cover their throats. For children, the Elf Archer is a fairy tale.
The marksman in the game, and for soldiers on the battlefield, the elf shooter is a nightmare as an enemy.
Especially those with blue-gray skin, wind elves, and wilderness runners.
In a well-hidden trench not far away, Huque, who had been lurking here for a long time, poked his head out to look into the distance, then retracted, and gestured to the others: "They are all veterans."
"It's a pity it's useless, hehe." A cruel smile flashed across the pupils of the mercenaries, which seemed to have become gray due to years of fighting, and they really laughed.
It's really useless.
With a ray of white light, the arrow actually penetrated the center of the buckler in the hand of the leading cavalryman, penetrated the unlucky man's neck, and then hit the breastplate of the cavalryman behind with flying blood. There was a bang.
There was a loud noise, and the second cavalryman flew directly from his horse.
Then the first cavalryman turned over and fell off his horse without saying a word.
"Silver Archer!"
For a moment, Wade almost thought that he had fallen into a huge trap. The blue-grey figure on the city wall had stopped, and now he transformed into a fort - but to our Sir, it was more like a god of death -
-Every time the blue-gray-skinned elf raised his long bow, at least one of the red-flag cavalry who maintained an assault in the forest fell off his horse;
Wei De only felt that he was in trouble, but he was still an excellent commander after all. He immediately drew his sword and swung it forward and ordered decisively:
"Lean over and suppress that guy with your gun!"
The lethality of the silver-level marksman is really terrifying. By the time he shoots two arrows per second, his morale will probably collapse first.
The sharp arrows whizzing in the forest became a talisman for a while, but at this moment the red flag cavalry also showed their strength as elites. Even under such circumstances, the cavalry still maintained high morale.
Assault, and is about to enter the shooting range of the handgun.
Sir Wade breathed a sigh of relief.
He asked the cavalry to raise their spears high so that the red flag could wave in the forest. Victory seemed to be at hand. As long as they bypassed the defense line, they could give these rebels a decisive blow from the side and rear.
It’s just a pity that we are so far away, and victory can only be seen in the distance——
Hu Que snapped his fingers to everyone: "It's our turn to show off."
The seemingly uneven ground of the forest was covered with dead leaves from autumn and dotted with snow. However, at this moment, a row of 'straw men' suddenly stood up from among the dead leaves.
Of course, they were not strawmen, but mercenaries disguised in a very convincing way.
Wei De's heart skipped a beat and he felt his heart sinking. "It's a knight!" The Red Flag Cavalry suddenly panicked. Tigress licked his lips, took a step forward and threw a hand ax that was spinning rapidly in mid-air.
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Time seems to stand still.
He watched a cavalryman fall on his back at the sound, while another cavalryman was passing by him with a long spear. The tiger and the bird ducked slightly, raised the heavy sword in his left hand, and opened a long line on the side of the unlucky man's waist.
Long mouth.
Rose-colored blood and warm white mist sprinkled a string of crystal pearls in mid-air.
The cavalry screamed and used the inertia of the horse to rush forward a few steps and fell to the ground. Sir Wade looked at this scene in horror. They were indeed knights. At least the first few people had the strength of Silver.
Hope is like a fragile crystal statue falling to the ground and falling into pieces.
"Fuck the rebels!" The noble knight suddenly felt a little sad, but he did not retreat, but raised his sword. Mr. Sir's eyes showed a decisive light, and he rushed towards Huque: "
