The opponent's howitzers hit farther than our own cannons, so this battle was a bit heart-warming. However, the battle between long-range troops, even if it was heart-warming, was not so bloody.
On the other side, the heavy armored cavalry of the Rock Empire began to charge, and the situation really began to develop out of control.
Harold had no way of showing mercy. If the opponent's heavy armored cavalry were allowed to rush into his defensive position, his troops would definitely lose some combat puppet robots.
The value of each battle puppet robot transported from the very, very distant Airanhir Empire star field to Hope 2 Planet would be doubled, and it would be a pity to lose it.
As a result, Harold ordered to fire. The moment he waved his arm, a heavy armored vehicle behind him began to fire.
It was a frenzied strafing attack from a 50 mm caliber machine cannon. The tracer bullets pierced the sky and rushed into the attacking group of heavy armored cavalrymen of the Rock Empire.
The aroused blood mist suddenly enveloped the entire charging Rock Empire heavy armored cavalry. In just a moment, the scene of people tumbling on their backs began to spread.
"That's it! What is that? What is that!" The eldest prince of the Rock Empire, who was supervising the battle on the high slope behind, pulled over a general beside him, pointed at the battlefield in the distance, and shouted hysterically.
Looking down from where he was, the weapons that streaked across the cavalry like rays of light were even more despairing than the sickle in the devil's hand.
One after another, the cavalry fell down, and the horses under them also knelt down. Due to inertia, these horses had to roll forward after falling to the ground, and the knights on the horses would be hit by the horses behind them that continued to fall.
Pressed underneath.
The eldest prince watched as the head of a knight's horse was smashed by something! It was like a watermelon being smashed by an iron rod. It turned into several pieces and flew out from different directions.
Then, a cloud of blood mist also bloomed from the knight's chest, and the knight's arm flew out, carrying bones and scraps of flesh and blood.
Immediately afterwards, another knight next to that knight seemed to have hit an invisible wall, his body shattered in the air, and his helmet and head flew far, far away.
The eldest prince had never seen such a terrifying scene. The guards and generals around him were also frightened by such a scene and turned pale.
In their view, the scene in the distance could only appear in hell. The heavy armored cavalry that their rock empire was proud of were crushed in just a few breaths.
3,000 heavily armored cavalry, a unit that had not participated in the battle of Sos City before, were defeated by oncoming bullets in just a few breaths.
The remaining knights began to retreat without hesitation, and no one even tried to stop this collapse, because all the generals who could prevent this collapse were either retreating backwards, or had been turned into parts, scattered in this area full of blood.
land.
Before the follow-up cavalry troops had time to launch an attack or wait for the order to join the attack, they saw the blood-stained herald hurried past them on horseback.
Then, the generals who were still waiting for orders frowned, looked at the flag representing the eldest prince in the distance, and began to move back.
"What are you doing? Isn't it an attack? Why have you started to retreat?" A general on horseback was very dissatisfied that the eldest prince's royal flag had begun to retreat.
Their attack has just begun. They haven't launched it yet. The forward troops may not have decided the winner with the enemy. The commander's flag here has begun to retreat. How can this battle be fought?
"I just said that the prince should not be allowed to lead the army... He is afraid of death and often misses the opportunity to fight!" Another general who was also riding a war horse spurred his horse forward and asked with a cold snort: "What should I do? Follow behind.
Withdraw? Or launch an attack ourselves?"
"Wait a moment! It doesn't matter for a while! You can bring someone over in person to ask what happened." The leading cavalry general was still very cautious and ordered.
Upon hearing his order, the deputy general pulled the reins and led a dozen knights to rush toward the eldest prince's flag, which was retreating in the distance.
On the frontal battlefield, Fokker, who did not know that the eldest prince's cavalry had kicked the iron plate, had already begun to order the entire army to press forward.
He had just received news that his archer unit had suffered a huge loss in the shooting contest with the other party's archers.
The elite archers of the empire didn't even see what their opponents looked like before they were crushed by the arrows as fast as the wind.
If these archers knew that it was a group of beautiful girls who were as beautiful as angels who made them confused and retreat in panic, they might be even more ashamed.
There were not so many ifs on the battlefield, and they had no way to cross the iron walls of the orcs to see those beautiful elven archers. After losing more than 300 people, the remaining archers had to return behind their infantry.
If they continue to shoot like this, they will leave more corpses - the word "shooting" is completely a reflection of the Archer Commander of the Rock Empire to put gold on his face when reporting. In fact, his troops have always been there.
Being beaten in vain...
Fokker believes that a fair contest with the opponent's small number of archers is a complete waste of time. His troops have an advantage of more than twenty times, so pressing forward with the entire army and defeating the opponent is the most correct choice for him now.
Therefore, without waiting for news of the victory of the flanking cavalry, he issued an order for a frontal attack. In his opinion, it was the most efficient combat plan to defeat the enemy on the front and then let the cavalry cut in from the flanks to pursue them.
If he is lucky, he can even let the cavalry follow the opponent's defeated troops, rush into the city of Sos in one breath, and seize back those supplies while the opponent has not transferred food or removed the hoarded armors and weapons!
Taking the opportunity to recapture the city of Soth, and then get closer to the place where the gods descended, and reverse the situation in a battle, Fok's plan was so loud.
Unfortunately, when his troops started to attack, a knight covered in blood brought him bad news.
The knight turned over and dismounted, knelt down on one knee next to Fokker, and reported to the frontline commander of the Rock Empire: "General, general! The attack of the heavy armored cavalry has been blocked, and the eldest prince's troops are retreating!"
"What? He retreated? What the hell!" Fokker's face changed drastically when he heard the news. He didn't bother to ask for details and immediately looked at the deputy general beside him: "You! Go tell the Grand Knight Captain Fink.
! Let him replace the eldest prince and continue to command the flanking troops! Let him continue to maintain contact with the opponent! You must stick to my place to defeat the enemy in the front!"
