He has never seen such a strong fighting style. When facing ten times the strength of troops, he actually dared to actively change the formation and use a hollow square formation to increase the contact area between the two sides!
What made him even more speechless was that he originally thought that he could rely on the numerical advantage to overwhelm the opponent, but then he saw the opponent's counterattack as if it was child's play.
What counterattacked his 2,000-man phalanx were the enemy's 50 pitiful death squads! Fokker laughed. He felt that the opponent had no backup plan and could only rely on the death squads to make a desperate counterattack.
But he found that he had laughed too early. The 50 enemies who fought back were actually covered in lightning, as if they were gods descending from the earth... Well, it was the gods who descended from the earth and destroyed his phalanx of 2,000 people!
That's right! It was defeated! If 2,000 people chasing 6,000 people made Fokker feel ashamed, now 50 people defeated his 2,000 army, which made him a little confused.
If the opponent's 50 men can defeat 2,000 of our own, then 2,000 of the opponent's soldiers can defeat everyone on his side?
While he was calculating this simple mathematical problem, the elven troops on the other side also defeated the 2,000-person phalanx of the Rock Empire on the other side.
The difference is that the elves on this side use wind magic. The scene is not so spectacular, but becomes more bloody.
Those wind magics as sharp as knives chopped up everyone who blocked the road, turning a group of soldiers from the Rock Empire into pieces of meat on the ground!
"Immediately! Send the order immediately..." At this time, Fokker felt that his counterattack was impossible to win. He was about to issue an order to retreat, but then he remembered a very fatal problem.
Not long ago, he asked his adjutant, with his own orders, to let Grand Knight Captain Fink take over the command of the eldest prince.
The purpose of taking over the command this time is to allow the cavalry troops to continue attacking the opponent's flank!
But if his frontal troops retreated backwards, the cavalry on the flanks would be exposed to the threat of the opponent's 2,000 infantry in front.
As long as the opponent sends some troops to attack, the cavalry troops may suffer heavy losses.
Thinking of this, Fokker had to face a difficult choice, whether to continue the attack and buy some time for the cavalry troops, or to retreat backwards, collect the broken troops as soon as possible, and break away from the opponent!
He was very entangled because he knew that no matter what choice he made, there was no way he could win this war.
Being at a loss of ground is how he describes his current situation: if he continues to attack, these elite elites of the empire will almost be destroyed on the small plain near the city of Sos.
But if he retreats? Not to mention the loss of troops? The empire's city of Soth will really never be recaptured!
Gritting his teeth, Fokker decided to hold on a little longer. He felt that at least he should wait for the attack of the cavalry troops on the other side, wait for good news, or rather, wait for worse news!
If one's own cavalry defeats the opponent's flank, then he can continue to hold on here, entangle the opponent's 2,000 infantry, and wait until the cavalry troops seize the city of Sos? Then he can almost force the opponent to retreat.
And if the cavalry unit fails? Then the whole plan will be ruined? The soldiers he lost in front of him will be lost in vain.
"General!" An officer rode up to Fokker's side and advised: "In this situation, we should first withdraw our troops and reduce casualties!"
Thousands of soldiers died on the battlefield before our eyes. If you include those who were frightened and those who were injured and lost the ability to fight, there might be 3,000 of them!
"It's too late! The message is delivered too slowly! By the time I send someone over, the cavalry over there will have already started attacking!" Fokker explained in despair: "Right now, we can only give them a chance!"
"Sigh... Then, General, we have to make plans early!" Seeing his own troops being suppressed by the opponent, the general continued with some reluctance: "We have to try changing the sound of the horn."
"No! Once the retreat horn is used, all the troops will have no choice but to retreat! That means we have lost this battle!" Fokker stopped the other party and insisted on his own idea: "Wait a little longer!
Wait a moment...maybe there will be news of victory from the cavalry!"
Now, while he secretly hated the eldest prince for being cowardly, he also hoped that the cavalry troops that the eldest prince had taken away could return to the battle!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" An officer pointed his sword at the sky and shouted in a hoarse voice.
Following his shout, a row of archers raised their long bows, bent their bows and nocked arrows, aiming their arrows at the dense black spots in the sky in the distance.
Just when they were ready to shoot arrows, these black spots in the sky poured down instantly, as if it was raining.
It was only then that Fokker saw clearly that what was coming towards him was an enemy! He didn't know whether these things were alive, but he knew that this thing didn't seem to be easy to mess with.
Like a swarm of bees, these drones began to dive, lowering their altitude. At an altitude of about 1,000 meters, these drones seemed to change their dive trajectories.
They seemed to be surfing in the air, hovering in the air above Fokker. Then, they suddenly chose a suitable angle, and poured down one after another, like cannonballs falling from the sky.
The first drone crashed directly into the phalanx of archers, and the explosion raised up clouds of dust that covered everyone nearby.
For these drones, the targets are not difficult to aim at, but they are too easy to aim at, and there are too many of them.
In short, a group of archers fell on their backs, and a group of guards next to the archers were also hit by another drone.
The huge explosion caused the ground to tremble. Fokker shrank his neck, and then he saw that the third phalanx in the distance was attacked by an unmanned attack plane.
Before Fokker could breathe a sigh of relief, a drone the size of a rabbit swooped down from the sky, and the target seemed to be exactly where he was standing now.
"Hidden!" Fokker shouted, then got off his horse and hid among the horses. This gave him a sense of security, but explosions began to happen around him, which made him suddenly
Unable to move any distance.
Unfortunately, the general who had been advising him to retreat just now had been swallowed up by the airwaves caused by the explosion, and he could no longer see him no matter how he looked.