Sona really couldn't figure out how her army could lose. She felt that if she broke into the enemy's camp and fought with full firepower for ten minutes, the opponent's 100,000-strong army would be close to collapse.
What's more, she knows that she has 1,000 combat puppet robots on her flanks, as well as Harold's interstellar paratrooper special forces.
If you include two Type 99 main battle tanks and 10 heavy infantry fighting vehicles, her wings can be described as impregnable.
On the front, there are 2,000 orc warriors - the phalanx formed by them, not to mention the heavy armored cavalry, is the famous giant horse cavalry of the Holy Demon Empire. A frontal attack will have to pay a heavy price.
"Stop advancing!" Standing on an off-road convertible jeep that was temporarily issued to her, Sona raised her arm and asked her soldiers to stop advancing.
Because on the boundary between the opposite hillside and the sky, a black line appeared. This black line covered the hillside intermittently, bit by bit, and eventually turned into a neat square array next to each other.
Horns sounded in the distance one after another, and the human phalanx seemed boundless, because the opponent had an absolute advantage in numbers - this time Fokker almost came out in full force, with a total of 50,000 armored elites and more than 13,000 cavalry.
The mountains and plains were pressing towards the city of Sos.
Some soldiers were left to guard the camp and all the cavalry were handed over to the eldest prince. Fokker deployed a decisive battle here.
He needed a quick victory, because after the city of Sos was captured, the army's supplies of food and fodder could not keep up. If he did not actively seek a decisive battle, the army would have no choice but to live in tents in the wild hungry.
Of course, before, he was very worried that his strategic intention of a quick victory would be seen through by the opponent. If the opponent held on to Soth City, it would be a hard battle waiting for him.
But what he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to be more anxious than he was. They fought out of the city of Soth on the same day and pushed the battle line to a small open space close to his camp that was suitable for large troops to deploy.
What made Fokker even more pleased was that the opponent seemed to have insufficient troops, and the number of troops invested in the decisive battle was very small.
Compared to the mountains and plains here, there are only three lonely small square formations over there, and the distance between them is almost several hundred meters.
This is definitely a taboo for military strategists! His heavy armored cavalry will use this wide distance of several hundred meters to insert into the enemy's rear and then surround their flanks.
Once his infantry pressed forward, he could easily overwhelm the opponent with his numbers and annihilate all the enemies who seemed to number less than 5,000 in the wild.
"The scouting horses on the flank came to report that they did not see the flying, fire-breathing monster that the defeated soldiers said." An officer riding a war horse pulled the reins and asked the war horse to circle in place, shouting loudly
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"Blow the war drums! Blow the horns! The whole army continues to advance! We must overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum!" Fokker waved his hand forward very confidently and ordered to the herald beside him.
Soon, the melodious horn sound echoed again, the dull war drums were beaten, and the small plain immediately became noisy.
The opponent slowly advanced, but the construction army that had already stood still remained quiet. These orc warriors stood tall and tall, as if they were facing not tens of thousands of enemy troops, but tens of thousands of ants.
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"Tch...it's a pity that I didn't bring a war drum with me. Does their thing deserve to be called a drum?" Aria spat, holding her long sword, and glanced at the black phalanx that was approaching in the distance with disdain.
"Make some noise! Otherwise, they will think we are afraid!" Shirley, the demon consultant who had been trimming her fingernails, blew the debris on her fingers and gave Aria advice.
Aria, who had already been unable to hold on any longer, her eyes suddenly lit up. She raised her voice and ordered loudly: "Taunt!"
The orc soldiers, who had been standing motionless, immediately struck the shields in their hands with their spears.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" As the beating gradually became more uniform, the crisp sound of metal collision overshadowed the melodious horns and dull war drums on the opposite side, and suddenly regained its momentum.
"..." Hearing the harsh sound, Fokker's expression froze. He never thought that the opponent's phalanx of less than 2,000 people would actually crush his 50,000-strong force.
He didn't say anything for a long time. He just looked at his army in a daze, and moved closer to the three small and weak phalanxes in the distance.
"Stop! Stop advancing! Let the archers come forward and focus on ejecting the opponent's Chinese formation!" Finally, Fokker remembered the fact that he was the commander of this battle, and he issued a new order: "Give the eldest prince
Send an order for him to concentrate his forces and attack the opponent's left flank!"
"Yes!" The herald pulled the reins, clamped his legs under the horse's belly, and ran wildly towards the slowly advancing cavalry formation in the distance.
A few minutes later, the heavy armored cavalry that had been strolling slowly began to accelerate forward, approaching the left wing phalanx of the Eilanhir Empire at a faster speed.
Harold looked at the picture returned by the drone hovering overhead, spat out the straw stick in his mouth, and smiled on his face: "The opponent's cavalry is here! Get ready to fight!"
Along with his shouts, the remote-controlled machine guns on the two Type 99 main battle tanks were powered on, and the black barrels were slightly raised, aiming in the direction of the enemy's attack.
At the same time, the combat puppet robots in the foxholes pulled the gun bolts uniformly, and after a clattering sound, the position returned to silence.
On the frontal battlefield, the distance between the two sides was still getting closer. Fokker's archers had already crossed over their own infantry phalanx and came to the front of the formation.
They took out the arrows from their waists, put them on the long bows, then raised the long bows high and pulled the heavy bow strings.
"Do you want to fight back?" Shirley looked at Sona standing on the jeep and asked gently.
"Archers! Heavy arrows! Volley!" Sona turned her head slightly and ordered loudly behind her.
Behind her, a hundred elven warriors with helmets and armor raised their arms, pulled the bow strings neatly, and then let go instantly with confidence.
"Boom!" After the sound of vibrating bowstrings, there were countless dangerous sounds of arrows breaking through the wind: "Whoosh!"
Both sides shot their bows and arrows almost at the same time, but it was obvious that the elven bows and arrows were faster, farther, and more powerful.
It was a heavy arrow from the elves. Not only did it have an extraordinary armor-breaking effect, but it was also extremely fast. Therefore, it was the last to hit, and the archers of the Rock Empire fell to the ground screaming as the arrows fell.
Then, arrows like raindrops also fell in the square formation of the orc soldiers.