Even though the soldiers from the Grizzly Bear Domain and the Kruss Army were able to scale the walls several times, the resistance of the mercenaries far exceeded the expectations of the Erouine nobles. Their attacks were neutralized at the last moment, and Count Randner's army was unable to advance for two days and one night. The battle was extremely intense, and the river of Gris was dyed red with blood.
Lord Palas remained unmoved. The Knight General was like a grim reaper who guarded the entire battlefield, stubbornly maintaining the pace of their advance. At this stage of the war, there was no longer a need to care about the number of lives lost. Victory was just a step away.
The experienced general was looking for an opportunity to strike the last blow. Over the past day, the rebel army's geographical advantage had been worn down. On the other hand, the morale of the rebel army was still high. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
Lord Palas pointed in a certain direction: "Let Lord Wayde go up. Don't ask for my orders, he will know where to attack!"
The messenger was speechless for a moment. [Is this how you pass down orders?] For a moment, the nameless man even suspected that the count had not slept a wink and was a little dizzy. But when he raised his head, what he saw was a pair of firm and hearty eyes.
It was confidence.
"I understand, my lord." The messenger bowed.
The Nightsong Tiger whistled and gathered the people around him. "Do you see that?" He pointed to a corner of the forest on the other side of the river and asked. Everyone saw a red swallowtail flag appear in that direction, and several spears pierced through the canopy. Then, a whole group of cavalry covered in red armor appeared at the edge of the forest.
"The Crimson Banner Cavalry, that's Count Randner's private army." One of the mercenaries immediately recognized them.
"How generous!" Another mercenary spat out. His spittle was stained with blood.
"How strong are they?" The Nightsong Tiger asked.
"Grade 1 troops. Their mounts are Ferocious Horses, and they are light cavalry. Their average strength is above Iron-ranked." Beside him, a tall and skinny elf with long ears answered. Unlike the others, he was also one of the mercenaries that Brando summoned.
"Hmph, a fully armored 'light cavalry'!" The Nightsong Tiger clicked his tongue.
"The horses are not wearing armor, and they are considered light cavalry in terms of their mobility and weight. They are equipped with the Three-eyed Muskets of the Hazel people, and they are capable of long-range attacks within a certain distance. Count Randner must have invested a lot in this army," the Elf replied.
"Did my Lord say that?" The Nightsong Tiger asked softly.
The latter nodded.
"They want to attack our left flank. The left flank is filled with Cornelius' mercenaries, and they are already showing signs of fatigue. The Nightsong Tiger turned around and pointed at the others: "Unfortunately, there's no reason to let our old Knight off so easily. We'll deal with the cavalry, what about you?"
Other than his own people, he looked at the other mercenaries present. These mercenaries were all elites selected from various regiments. They were at least at the pinnacle of Iron rank. There were not many of them, only 40 to 50 of them. A day ago, there were still a hundred people in this squadron. The intensity of the battle was evident.
"Killing one is enough." Everyone chuckled.
More and more cavalrymen poured out from the forest on the other side of the river, and soon, there were two to three hundred of them. Wade sat on his horse and looked at his subordinates with satisfaction. This was the model of Erouine's most elite troops, and they were not inferior to the White Lion Legion of the Royal Family. Even though there were only two squadrons in this battle, he was confident that he could lead them to defeat any enemy that stood in their way.
The cavalrymen whistled as they crossed the river. Of course, their sudden appearance attracted Metisha's attention. The Silver Fairy Princess was standing at the highest point of the battlefield. Following her gaze, a rain of arrows rained down on the cavalrymen as if they were an extension of her will.
The arrows fell into the river and splashed fiercely, but it was difficult for bows and arrows to deal fatal damage to the cavalrymen. The conical arrows would lose their momentum after passing through the deck, and some of the cavalrymen were still able to maintain their formation with three or four arrows. Wade was not surprised by this, as equipment was an important measure of an army's strength. The Crimson Banner Cavalrymen were equipped with breastplates that greatly reduced the damage of long-range attacks. In his opinion, this was the greatest weakness of light cavalry.
However, the noble Knight did not expect that his enemies would be so diverse. The mercenaries were originally mixed, and the adventurers came from all over the world. Wade was just feeling proud of himself, but he did not know that the Elven archers in the forest had already locked onto the cavalrymen.
"Hanno, you take the left, I'll take the right." On a branch about one or two hundred meters away, an Elf covered in grass held a longbow and handed a green arrow to a human ranger behind him.
"Those two?"
"Those two."
Two bowstrings sounded in the forest. The Crimson Banner Cavalrymen had just entered the forest on the south coast when the two leading figures fell off their horses like logs. Knight Wade was shocked. When he turned around, he realized that his two subordinates had been shot by the arrows at their throats. They had died on the spot. He felt his hair stand on end. He turned around and shouted, "Godly archers, be careful!"
A true sharpshooter was the nightmare of all heavy-armored units. That was because their heavy armor was as good as nothing to them. Their armor-piercing arrows could always hit the weakest and most fatal part of the enemy's body. However, in a normal army, professional archers were already precious, not to mention sharpshooters who could shoot from a hundred paces away. Lords would often spend a lot of money to hire such people. However, Wei De knew that the truly powerful sharpshooters were mostly elves and rangers. These people loved freedom more than anything else.
Thinking of this, this sir knight couldn't help cursing in his heart. Where did these damn rebels come from? There were Druids, rangers, and even elves. Was this the Forest Alliance? Or were they actually fighting a Holy War? Once he thought of the November War, he couldn't help feeling a chill run down his spine.
"Over there!" The Crimson Banner Cavalrymen kept moving forward in the forest. Moving within the range of a godly archer was life. These cavalrymen were all experienced soldiers, so they naturally understood this. Very quickly, they found traces of the enemy.
Not far away, there was a figure quickly moving on a dark brown wall reinforced by vines.
The slender elf with greenish-gray skin buried his head behind the battlements and maintained his position. He quickly approached the group of knights. The elf stopped to observe as a cold glow appeared in his narrow eyes. Then he kept moving while half his body came out from behind the wall, raising his bow.
"It's an elven archer!" The cavalrymen screamed when they saw the other side's posture. They immediately took out their shields from their saddles and raised them to block their throats. For children, the elven archers were godly archers from fairy tales, but for soldiers on the battlefield, the elven archers were a nightmare.
Especially the blue and grey skinned Wind Elves, Wilderness Runners.
In a well hidden trench not far away, the Nightsong Tiger peeked his head out to look before coming back in. He made a hand gesture to the others, "They're all veterans."
"It's a pity it's no use, hei, hei." A cruel smile flashed through the eyes of the mercenaries, which seemed to have turned gray due to years of killing, and they really began to laugh.
It was indeed useless.
With a flash of white light, the arrow actually pierced through the center of the round shield in the hands of the leading cavalryman. It then pierced through the neck of this unlucky fellow before hitting the breastplate of the cavalryman behind him with a spray of blood. With a loud bang, the second cavalryman was sent flying off his horse.
Then, the first cavalryman fell off his horse without a sound.
"A Silver-tier archer!"
For a moment, Wyld thought that he had fallen into a huge trap. The green-grey figure on the wall had stopped. He was now a cannon, but to Wyld, he was more like the Grim Reaper. Every time the green-grey Elf raised his bow, at least one of the Crimson Banner Cavalrymen in the forest would fall off their horses.
Wei De only felt that his scalp was in trouble, but he was still an excellent commander after all. He immediately drew his saber and waved it forward, ordering resolutely.
"Get close, use your handguns to suppress that bastard!"
The killing power of a Silver-ranked archer was too terrifying. By the time he finished firing two arrows in a second, the morale of his troops would have collapsed.
The whistling of arrows in the forest was like a divine talisman, but at this moment, the Crimson Banner Cavalry displayed their strength as elites. Even in such a situation, the cavalry still maintained their high morale and charged forward. Furthermore, they were about to enter the firing range of the handguns.
Wade heaved a sigh of relief.
He ordered the cavalrymen to raise their spears and let the Crimson Banner flutter in the forest. Victory seemed to be right in front of them. As long as they went around the defensive line, they would be able to deal a decisive blow to the rebels.
But it was a pity that victory could only be seen from afar.
The Nightsong Tiger snapped his fingers, "It's our turn to show off."
The uneven ground of the forest was covered with fallen leaves and snow. However, at this moment, a row of 'scarecrows' suddenly stood up from the fallen leaves.
Of course, they were not scarecrows, but mercenaries in disguise.
Wade's heart skipped a beat and sank. "It's a Knight!" The Crimson Banner Cavalrymen panicked. The Nightsong Tiger licked his lips and took a step forward, throwing an axe that was spinning rapidly in the air.
Time seemed to have stopped.
The Nightsong Tiger watched as one of the Cavalrymen fell to the ground, while the other Cavalryman raised his spear and swept past him. The Nightsong Tiger dodged the attack and raised his sword, opening a long wound on the Cavalryman's waist.
Rose-Colored blood and warm white mist formed a string of sparkling pearls in the air.
The cavalryman cried out in pain and used the momentum of his horse to charge forward a few steps before falling to the ground. Wade looked at the scene in horror. It was indeed a Knight, at least the ones at the front were at least Silver-ranked.
Hope was like a fragile crystal statue that fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Fuck the rebels!" The noble Knight suddenly felt a little sad, but he did not retreat and raised his sword. The knight's eyes flashed with determination as he charged towards the Nightsong Tiger, "Die!"
A long arrow pierced through his throat.
On the wall, the Elf put away his bow.
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