The calamity that fell from the sky showed no signs of stopping.
They could not see where the enemy was, and they could not see what the attack was. Even the most intelligent sorcerers in the alliance — if they still had the ability to think at this moment — could not think of any kind of spell that could hit so far away and be so powerful. Moreover, they could not feel the slightest fluctuation of magic before they hit. It was simply against the common sense of magic!
In fact, when the continuous barrage of cannonballs landed on their heads and turned the open ground into a scorched earth, only a few people realized that they were being "attacked". Even more people didn't realize that the battle had already begun. They didn't even realize that it was Cecil's strength that was killing them.
They were bombarded, smashed, and vaporized in a daze. In the last few moments of their lives, they could not even think of any connection between this disaster and the "Cecil Expedition" that they were carrying out.
It was not until almost all the soldiers at the front were annihilated, and most of the Knights were killed that the remaining sorcerers, Knights, and clerics realized or guessed the reason for this incredible hell in front of them. Someone shouted crazily, "Cecil's men! Cecil's men are attacking!! "
But this roar was as weak as a mosquito in the continuous explosions. Soon, the owner of the roar and his voice disappeared in a new explosion crater. More people were shocked to death by the shockwave when the shells exploded.
Those who were too slow to keep up with the main force were lucky. They fell behind because of their lack of discipline and witnessed the nightmarish scene on the plain on the mountain road of Gravel Ridge. They saw the once powerful Knight and sorcerers rolling in the "explosion of heavenly fire" and crawling on the ground with broken limbs. Thousands of vanguard troops were annihilated in a few breaths. Those who were lucky enough to survive were scared out of their wits, but they soon encountered the same fatal threat.
The war horses were frightened.
The warhorses of the knights were all trained to maintain a certain degree of calmness in the face of the magic explosions created by the mages. However, this training obviously had its limits. The intensive bombardment of the cannons and the occasional few fireballs were obviously two very different things. The explosions on the battlefield were beyond the tolerance of the warhorses, so more fatal chaos broke out in the allied army.
The frightened war horses began to carry their owners in a rampage in the army formation. The frightened nobles' private soldiers immediately lost the control of the Knight and began to scream and flee in panic. The few brave nobles and their Knights shouted loudly in the chaos, trying to reorganize the order with their dignity. But soon they were overturned by their own war horses. At least one-third of them were trampled into meat paste in the next few minutes by the galloping horses and iron boots. The rest were being carried by the fleeing soldiers running all the way on the mountain road.
But there were still troops coming up behind them who did not know the truth.
The front line of the allied army was too long. When the vanguard troops were annihilated by the artillery bombardment, the soldiers in the middle and rear were still on the mountain path of Gravel Ridge. They heard a loud explosion in the distance and thought it was the usual thunder in spring echoing in the mountains. The superstitious soldiers of the Southern Territory mostly believed that the thunder in spring was a bad omen. Especially when the thunder in spring sounded, they could not stay in the mountains, otherwise they would be turned into stones on the mountaintop. Therefore, the troops in the rear quickened their pace and collided with the troops in the front who were trying to retreat.
One side was desperately trying to escape, while the other side was still marching forward. All the nobles' private soldiers were using different flags, commands, and even dialects. A huge chaos broke out on the hill of Gravel Ridge. The soldiers who were at a loss of what to do were being pushed around by the crowd. Some of them were pushed back to the doomsday-like plain, while others rolled down the cliff in the chaos. The earth-shattering explosions and screams finally began to spread toward Gravel Ridge. No one knew who was the first to shout, "We've lost the battle in front!", but Gravel Ridge was still in a state of chaos. The chaos had reached a fatal level.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Viscount Carole was forced back by the frontline troops. He had no idea what was going on in front of him. He only vaguely heard someone mention that it had something to do with the thunderous roars. He also heard soldiers running and shouting that Cecil had ten thousand archmages, and that they had destroyed Count Hoffman and his entire army in an instant. The crazy news and the fact that the allied army had been defeated struck the viscount's poor heart. He tried to maintain his balance on the horse as he moved north under the protection of his knights. His mind was in such a mess that he could not think straight.
The mighty alliance army had completely collapsed. It fell apart like a broken plate. The Knight and the nobles tried several times to restore order, but in the end, they could do nothing but run back with the rest of the troops. In the middle of Gravel Ridge, the surviving nobles and their attendants were running around like headless flies. Viscount Carole looked around in panic and saw that less than half of the people who could keep up with him were left. The rest either fell down the hill or were separated by the crowd.
But slowly, Viscount Carole found that the fleeing people gathered together again. He found a familiar flag with the emblem of the Gilen family on it.
Countess Luo Peini Gilen spurred her horse out of the crowd. Beside her was a group of strong guards who looked calm and reassuring. She came in front of Viscount Carole and said loudly, "Follow me! I've gathered a group of people! Let's run to the northeast! "
The Countess's high-pitched tone and simple way of speaking did not sound like a noble at all. She lacked sufficient modifiers and embellishments. But at this moment, Viscount Carole felt that she was very kind and reliable. He immediately urged his horse to follow her and shouted to the loyal Knight behind him, "Follow! Follow the flag of the Gilen family! Don't worry about the militia and serf soldiers! "
Outside Gravel Ridge, on a high ground far away from the battlefield, a cleverly camouflaged tower was hidden in the crowns of several giant trees. On the observation post at the top of the tower, a soldier in Cecil's standard armor put down the telescope in his hand.
The soldier turned his head and said to his colleagues behind him, "Signal three red and two yellow."
A moment later, a few small specially-made light grenades were launched into the sky and exploded into a few clouds of colorful smoke.
On Windward Hill, a messenger ran up to Philip and said, "My Lord, the observation post has sent the signal. Half of the cannons have hit the target. The enemy has begun to flee."
"In the end, they didn't even use minefields and close defense positions. What a bunch of motley crew." Philip could not help but shake his head. "Forget it. After the heavy artillery hits this base, cease fire and send a signal to the second battalion. Let them bite the enemy and don't let him escape."
After the messenger left, Philip sighed slightly. "The signal flare is a good thing, but it can only transmit such a simple message. I don't know when Master Kamel will finish testing the communication device."
After sighing, the young Knight raised his head and looked at the place where the Kant Knight and the second battalion were.
Walter and his subordinates were still in a daze.
The continuous roar of the huge accelerator cannons, the orderly command and execution, and the continuous low explosions from the distance. War was completely different from what they knew.
It was not like the 'battle' between the Knight and the warriors. Instead, it was a bit like some kind of running machine. Just like the mechanical clocks made by skilled craftsmen.
Cecil's battalion pressed the switch precisely, the cannons fired precisely, and the enemies died precisely. Then, the result was calculated.
It was not until this moment that Margarita and her Knight comrades realized why their lord did not need the second battalion and the Kant Knight Regiment on the battlefield. For them, who had not even mastered the ray gun, this kind of battle would only add to the chaos.
But just as the Kant Knight were in shock and self-doubt, Philip came to them.
"Knight, didn't you want to join the battle? Now, here is your mission."
Walter Perry looked at Philip in confusion. "Us? Isn't the battle over? "
"Who said that the battle is over when the enemy retreats?" Philip laughed. "Before the battle, the lord told me one thing. The enemy has the right to fire, but it is up to us to decide when to cease fire. Count Hosman had sent a letter of challenge to Cecil. Now, Cecil is going to respond to his challenge in his own way. Knight, reorganize your men and go with the first battalion to pursue the enemy. "
Although they felt that there was something wrong with these words, the Kant Knight who finally got the chance to perform did not care about these details. It was not easy to have the opportunity to have thousands of people pursue tens of thousands of people.
They immediately ran excitedly to select their own men and prepared to lead the army into battle.
When the mighty Allied Army of 50,000 people was defeated in an instant in the Gravel Ridge area and began the farce of a grand escape, another army gathered under the command of Count Hosman did not know the terrible fate of their brothers in the north.
The short and fat Count Franin Pebo stood on the bow of the ship. The cool breeze on the river dispelled the trance and dizziness brought about by last night's hangover. He looked at the large and small warships on the river not far away. When he thought of the 20,000 people under his command rushing to the front line, he could not help but feel a sense of high spirits.
Count Pebo was not a very prestigious person in the south, but his family had been in this land for a long time. In fact, as early as Cecil's era, Count Pebo's ancestors were already real nobles here. In the great turmoil a hundred years ago, the Pebo family relied on the timely side to protect their title and fief. Although they were inevitably implicated by Cecil, and their reputation and influence were not as good as before, at least the Pebo family was still the Count's family name.
Franin Pebo's vision had always been to restore the glory of his family, to let the Pebo family regain the right to speak in the south, and to gain the influence that was befitting of his title.
Now, he felt that the opportunity had come.
When Count Hosman was promoting the 'magic net', he had supported him greatly. He had spent a lot of money and effort to help Karloff Hosman build the magic net all over the southern border. When Count Hosman called for troops, he had been the first to respond. He had also taken out all the inland river boats that his family had accumulated for generations to serve as' warships'. Facts had proven that his investment was worth it.
He finally had these twenty thousand men and the opportunity to lead an allied army as a count to gain fame and prestige.
As long as he could open up the road from Whitewater River to Cecil's territory and ensure the safety of the Whitewater River before Count Hosman's army went south, he would be able to let the Pebo family name shake the south again.
(Life is the liver!)
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