Chapter 464 Bloody Battle on the Plains (Part 1)
Vladimir looked ahead coldly. The words Rhodes said to him yesterday still lingered in his ears. However, as the general of the Kislev Snow Eagle Legion, he could not hand over the legion to outsiders. Carter
After all, Linna is the orthodox czar of Kislev. No one can guarantee that replacing her with the new king will lead Kislev to a better path. Perhaps, the new king will lead the country to a worse path.
?
Rhodes...the King of the North. It seems to be good now, but no one knows what will happen after he sits on the throne? No one can escape the corruption of power and desire. Even though he keeps saying that he does not want the throne.
, but... no one doesn't want the throne... Vladimir has fought for this country his whole life and participated in politics for decades. He has never seen anyone voluntarily give up the royal power. None in Kislev, and even less in the empire next door. In this world
, there is no such thing as an absolutely pure saint.
Although he wanted to believe Rhodes, he was the general of Kislev after all... Katarina's father was kind to his family... Traitor, this was not his name.
Vladimir's eyes swept across the grassland, where there were dense gray clouds. He knew that the enemy was coming, and the northern coalition forces were coming.
"You left me no choice, Vladimir."
On the other side of the battlefield, Rhodes sighed in a low voice.
Behind them, 20,000 northern soldiers were gearing up and roaring like beasts. Their morale had never been so high. Along the way, they firmly believed that their leader would lead the army to victory. Even Grimgor Ironhide invaded them.
You’ve survived, what else is there to be afraid of?
The strong wind blew the flags, the spears struck the shields, and the battle was about to begin.
"Ready for continuous fire."
Taking one last look at the dark Snow Eagle Legion in front of him, Rhodes gave the order calmly.
Those heavy and huge continuous-fire cannons were slowly pushed to the front line. Rhodes knew that there were artillery and long-range weapons on the opposite side, but at this moment, the Tsar did not pay attention to technology. Now, let them feel the power of technology.
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The gunners constantly adjusted the angle of the muzzle according to the wind direction and the enemy's position. They were 10,000 sure to blast the enemy into pieces. At the same time, Rhodes drove his horse to the left wing and stood with the 24 bear knights.
, and encourage them.
On the right wing, the Knights of the Black Rose are on standby. One hundred heavily armored knights and three hundred mounted attendants form a cavalry phalanx, standing on the hillside, majestic. In the cold air, the breath of the men and horses rises and intertwines into white.
A cloud of mist. Although there are not many in number, they are elite knights. Their bodies bear scars from fighting the undead and vampires. Their armors and shields have accompanied them through countless bloody battlefields. Every time
Each person has his or her own weapon, be it a spear, a sharp sword, a sickle, or a battle axe. The vest of the heavily armored war horse is tattooed with the emblem of the God of Death, and is inlaid with terrifying skulls. At first glance,
They seem to be no different from death knights, but they are experts at hunting the undead. Some of those skulls are "trophies" chopped off from the enemy.
"Boris, my son, lead the left cavalry, remember, don't attack without authorization, just cover the central square."
The battle between the Snow Eagle Legion and the Northern Alliance was about to break out. Vladimir jumped across the line on horseback and explained the tactical arrangements to his son for the last time. Although he was only sixteen years old, Boris could already take on the heavy responsibility of the cavalry captain. His
His courage, wisdom and calmness are no worse than those of ordinary officers. Vladimir's only worry is his opponents. He heard that a cavalry unit from the Empire has joined Rhodes' Northern Army. The Moorish Knights of the Black Rose
Regiment. This is a unit whose combat effectiveness is not inferior to the regular imperial cavalry. Although there are as many as 800 cavalrymen commanded by Boris, but as Rhodes said before the war, the combat effectiveness of an army is not determined by its numbers.
Measurable.
However, young Boris did not take his opponent seriously. He nodded confidently to his father and drove his horse to the left.
A thunderous roar came from the distance, and Vladimir knew that the northern coalition forces had begun shelling...
But what he didn't expect was such a dense bombardment of artillery shells... The whistling projectiles passed overhead. As soon as Vladimir turned his head, he saw countless artillery shells falling on the Snow Eagle Legion's position. In an instant,
The explosion of the impact of steel was deafening. The blown-up stumps, broken arms and bloody water flew into the air. The shelling shattered the human body. The strong impact force after landing set off waves of air and rushed towards you.
Vladimir raised his armor-covered right hand to cover himself, but blood and dust were splashed all over him.
Not only the commander was shocked, but everyone was shocked. In their impression, the Northern Army was dressed in rags and should not have such advanced equipment... But the fact is that everyone misunderstood. It was not the clothes they wore.
Good equipment only means it looks good. Some equipment cannot be seen or touched. That is the power of technology.
The sight in front of him shocked Vladimir. He couldn't help but wave his sword and shouted an order - "All attacks!"
The shortcomings of long-range weapons gave him no choice but to bite the bullet.
The defensive battle turned into an offensive battle.
Seeing the densely packed Southern Army charging, Rhodes knew that the fish was hooked. The Knights of the Black Rose flew around the flanks according to the original plan. At the same time, the Knights of the Sons of Esun, who only had 24 bear knights, were not in a hurry to charge.
.In the cold wind, Rhodes took down the thick ancient book from his waist, the Book of Beasts, and familiar words came into view.
"Vladimir, if you are lucky, just avoid this charge."
Rhodes thought in his mind, and then started the ancient summoning technique.
The bombardment stopped. The Snow Eagle Legion was halfway through the charge and was lucky to have escaped the bombardment. However, after a moment of silence, there was an even more wild onslaught.
Those who rushed to the front instinctively felt the danger coming, and almost everyone stopped without obeying orders. Even Vladimir himself, who was leading the charge, also felt the danger coming. The war horses neighed uneasily,
Jumping wildly. The ground began to tremble.
Looking up into the distance, I saw a sky full of dust appearing on the original Northern Allied Forces' position. It was like a sandstorm, sweeping towards the Snow Eagle Legion.
Gradually, Vladimir heard the roar of wolves, the braying of bison, and the shrieking of goshawks...
"No……"
He shouted in his heart, but he was at a loss. Yes, he was at a loss. After twenty years in the army, fighting in the north and south, Vladimir thought that he was already an outstanding marshal and general. However, he had never encountered
This situation... the beast herd, the beast herd rushes towards the enemy under the command of humans... Rhodes! Are you a wizard?!
Vladimir cursed loudly, but no matter how much he cursed, it was of no avail.
Hundreds of bulls and wild wolves, under a primitive call, galloped out and rushed towards the Snow Eagle Legion desperately. The soldiers scrambled in panic.