What was this? Magic? All the commanders of the Northern Alliance were so shocked that they stopped what they were doing. Even Viscount Von Dougning did not have the time to react. One after another, flashes of light exploded in the midst of Beale's infantry.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! A storm of explosions enveloped the entire frontline. This was the first time Beale's infantry had encountered such a deadly weapon on the battlefield of Wohnde. The Pyrolysis Crystals buried under the grass immediately released all the energy contained within them. The terrifying impact not only lifted the grass, but also directly impacted the infantry on top of it.
The Beale's infantry's iron gauntlets were first deformed by the impact, and then their bones were broken by the huge impact. They flew up along with their owners. Their breastplates instantly caved in during the process, and all the bones and organs inside were directly crushed into powder.
Five or six infantry were pierced into the air, and most of them fell back to the ground with cold corpses.
In an instant, Beale's infantry had lost nearly a fifth of their strength. But the more serious blow was to their morale. They had not even come into contact with the enemy, and they were already in trouble. The cheers of the Northern Alliance's soldiers who witnessed this scene were like ducks that had been strangled by their throats. They stopped cheering in an instant.
"This … … Is this what you made from the things you took out from the magic furnaces?" Princess Gryphine looked at the scene from afar, but she was silently calculating in her heart. "The core of the Mana Conduction Device is worth a lot, but those crystals don't seem to be worth it in terms of lethality. But in a critical battlefield, they seem to be able to produce miraculous results regardless of the cost."
Brando nodded. To be honest, both of them did not sleep at all after learning how to make this thing. In the end, because there were too many crystals, Amandina could not complete such a large amount of work on her own. He had no choice but to use the large-scale Blood Sacrifice Alchemy Formation to help.
He had lost a lot of blood for this.
But he noticed the expression on the half Fairy Princess' face and guessed what she was thinking. But he did not care. This was not the full power of the Pyrolysis Crystals. The best part was yet to come. He did not create the Pyrolysis Crystals to play with as a toy.
He turned back and looked at the other side of the battlefield. The explosions were still going on, and one of the Drake Riders had also lost his life in this round of explosions. The Disintegration Crystal had blown off his Drake's right leg, and the enraged Drake Rider had thrown him off its back. This poor unlucky guy broke his spine in the process and died on the spot.
"Stop! Stop! "Viscount Von Dougning was also shocked. He quickly pulled the reins and shouted," It's a trap! "
However, the viscount was worthy of his illustrious reputation in history. He immediately found a solution. He ordered Beale's infantry to stop and disperse, and then continued to advance in a skirmish formation. The skirmish formation had existed as early as the Year of the Stars (1st 321) when Count Atania led the White Lion Infantry to face the Lion Men's arrows. Earlier, the Cruz people had also used similar tactics, so it was not a novel invention. But he had learned and applied it flexibly here, and the commanders of the Northern Coalition Army were impressed.
"As expected of the genius of the Nayo people." Viscount Finn could not help but praise beside Vitokin. The count was also very satisfied. At least it did not prove that his choice was wrong. Being able to see through people was one of the virtues of the nobles.
But before he could finish his words, as if to refute him, the battlefield was filled with an even brighter flash of light. The violent explosions were almost continuous, causing the entire valley to tremble.
Viscount Von Dougning looked at everything that happened in front of him with his mouth agape. The violent explosions lifted the grass, and the soil soaked in blood fell around him, as if it was raining mud. He wiped his face, and his face was sticky and uncomfortable. In his imagination, the princess's side only had half a night to set up the formation and lay the trap. How could they have so much time? He thought that the other side was just bluffing, and wanted to buy time.
But he did not expect that he was wrong about one thing. Brando's' trap 'was not as complicated as he thought. In fact, he and Amandina just casually made some of the leftover scraps and threw them into the grass.
But it was this product that brought a lot of trouble to the Northern Coalition Army.
Brando saw the Beale infantry stop again, and he could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart. There were no international conventions in this world, and he could use any kind of mine he wanted without any psychological burden. And this was the first time this killing machine appeared on the battlefield, and it did indeed bring unimaginable benefits.
If the Northern Coalition Army wanted to continue advancing, they would have to pay a terrible price. And the real purpose of these mines was to deter the enemy's morale. Losing one or two troops before coming into contact with the enemy was a terrible omen in the fantasy world of Wohnde.
Of course, the other side could also stop and slowly clear the mines. Anyway, he and Amandina did not bury the Exploding Crystals too deep, and they could still find them one by one if they were careful. But that was exactly what he wanted. He was not short on time anyway, and it would be best if this battle dragged on for a week or half a month. But by then, the nobles of the North would no longer have the final say on the battlefield.
But the Northern Coalition Army obviously understood this point, and did not intend to give Brando this opportunity. Viscount Von Dougning only stopped for a short while before ordering the Beale infantry to continue advancing, still in a scattered formation.
This was purely using human lives to fill the hole.
Beale's infantry immediately became restless, but it was immediately suppressed. Viscount Von Dougning ordered his cavalry to kill a few of the disobedient soldiers with a cold face, and the infantry brigade began to move forward reluctantly.
But at this time, the heroic shout of 'I will take the lead with my spear, and you shall win from me! Long live Erouine! Long live the King! 'became a ready-made joke, and the morale plummeted.
Viscount Von Dougning stared fiercely at the north, his face ashen.
But no matter what, the Northern Coalition Army finally began to move forward again. Amidst the explosions, Beale's infantrymen continued to lose men. In the end, these disciplined infantrymen could no longer withstand the pressure and collapsed. The lower ranked soldiers cried and wanted to retreat, but the shining spears still drove them forward.
This scene reminded him of the time when the Kirrlutz Empire drove their slave soldiers to attack Aouine. But the Kirrlutz Empire drove away their enemies and captives, while the Aouine Empire drove away their own people.
He looked at this scene coldly.
Behind him, Princess Gryphine also bit her lower lip.
The First Infantry Brigade of Beale's Column finally collapsed or was completely finished. Not only did this brigade completely lose its organization, but it also lost its spirit. Everyone understood this point, and the Beale Brigade would not be called the First Infantry Brigade in the future.
That would be a nightmare in everyone's heart.
But this nightmare was still going on. Viscount Von Dougning replaced the Second Infantry Brigade, and at this moment, the young man seemed to have become a cold Grim Reaper guarding victory, coldly filling in the predetermined victory with human lives. He only needed the final result.
As for the sacrifice, it was just a number.
The Northern Coalition Army's advance finally saw results, and Beale's Second Infantry Brigade finally approached Brando's position, less than a mile away. Behind them, the main force of the Northern Coalition Army began to move forward, and Brando could even see the movement of the cavalry behind them.
But at this time, Beale's infantry in front of them were hit head-on.
Everyone heard a whoosh, as if the air was sucked out, and the sky darkened. Viscount Von Dougning subconsciously looked up, and saw a black rain of arrows rising from Mount Marchenko and Mount Villeko. The arrow rain hit them in the face, and Beale's Second Infantry Brigade that was advancing in front of them seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and their originally intact formation suddenly collapsed in several places.
"We finally met the enemy!" Viscount Von Dougning's heart flashed with excitement, and he immediately turned back and shouted, "Order the Highland Infantry to attack Mount Villeko immediately, and take down that mountain first! Beale's infantry, continue to advance! "
The squire Knight behind him immediately raised a bugle flag.
At the other end of the valley, a bugle flag was also raised. Viscount Finn looked from afar and immediately rode out from the Knight's encirclement. A Knight behind him raised a bugle and blew it.
The sound of the bugle from afar rang through the valley.
Finn's Highland infantrymen began to leave the main formation. Thousands of gray-robed infantrymen flooded the riverbed at the bottom of the valley like a torrent. In front of them, the Beale's light infantrymen had already cleared a safe path for them, allowing them to attack Mount Willeko unimpeded.
But unfortunately, the attack did not go as smoothly as expected.
Finn's Second Highland Infantry Brigade had just entered the Black Pine Forest when they heard a hissing cry from the forest, "Sarko —!" If they understood the Naga language, they would definitely understand the meaning of this sentence.
"Throw —!"
Sani opened his mouth, and the long howl pierced through the entire forest. The Naga warriors who were hiding in the pine forest had already seen the human's silhouette reflected in their yellow pupils. They raised their spears in unison and threw them downwards.
Screams of pain rang through the forest.
Finn's Highland Infantry Brigade's Second Highland Infantry Brigade's Seventh Division was almost completely engulfed by the rain of spears. The leading centurion, Sir Raphael, died on the spot, and only one-third of the 150 infantrymen survived.
“Airm！” Sani immediately ordered his men to lay down their spears, and the Naga Praetorian Guards raised their spears at the same time, and the first three rows immediately formed a steel jungle.
The Highland Infantry Brigade's Third, Fourth, and Ninth Divisions had already passed their comrades. Centurion Brod and his comrades were personally supervising the battle, and when he saw the weapons in the hands of the Grey Fin Naga in the forest, he knew that things were not going well. But it was too late to retreat, and everyone could only watch as the two armies of different races collided.
A neat muffled sound rang out, as if the spears were tearing through chainmail. Brod could not help but raise his head subconsciously, and saw the first row of Black Blade Squad soldiers in front of him flew up neatly, and were thrown back, crashing into rocks or hanging on tree trunks.
The Naga Praetorian Guards were still advancing, and the three divisions of Highland Infantry Brigade's formation was like a thin layer of paper that could be easily broken with a single poke. A tier-3 army displayed overwhelming strength against a tier-1 army. Brod saw the Naga Praetorian Guards almost instantly clear out the human soldiers in front of them, and the Nagas at the back row were neatly taking out the second spear from their backs.
This was the last scene he saw in his life.
…
The forest was a mess, and the corpses of the human soldiers were nailed to the ground everywhere.
Sani raised his head and looked. Brando had roughly told him about the structure of the Black Blade Squad, and the Naga Praetorian Guards had defeated about half of the human army, but this was enough.
"Collect the corpses of our people, clean up the battlefield, and retreat!" Sani immediately ordered all his subordinates in the Naga language. Brando did not intend to tangle with the Black Blade Squad on these two hills. The students of the Royal Knight Academy had originally planned to turn this place into a meat grinder, but in his opinion, a meat grinder was not worth it.
But if they gave up these two hills, could the central position really be defended …?
Sani's scorched yellow vertical pupils could not help but flash with a trace of doubt.
When Viscount Finn arrived at Willeko Hill, he saw a hellish scene. In just a short quarter of an hour, the second brigade of Highland Infantry Brigade had lost a total of five divisions and four centurions. He had not suffered such a tragic loss even when he was surrounded by the Lion Beastmen in Toas.
And although the captain of the Knight Squad had assured him that they had gone through an arduous battle to finally defeat the enemy, the Grey Fins Nagas, and take over this hill, Finn was not stupid. He could obviously see that the Nagas had retreated on their own initiative, or else his men would not have failed to even get a single corpse.
Forget it.
Viscount Finn gritted his teeth. In any case, it was fine as long as he completed the mission. He would not take the initiative to ask for punishment from the Count for such trivial reasons. "Clean up the battlefield immediately and report our victory to Count Vitokin!" Finn ordered fiercely.
He could not help but raise his head and look at the center of the battlefield. There was a faint sense of uneasiness in his heart. This battle was too strange. Why did the Nagas take the initiative to abandon the high ground?
On the other side of the battlefield, the same thing was happening on Marchenko Hill. Baron Constantine could not believe his eyes as he looked at the 'fake White Lion Legion' and the young officers who had almost completely defeated his column.
"They retreated?"
"Mother Marsha above, are you protecting us from the heavens?"
"Thank God …!" Baron Constantine lay on the ground weakly, almost crying but no tears came out.
Viscount Von Dougning almost immediately received the news that Marchenko Hill and Willeko Hill had been conquered. At that moment, he finally heaved a sigh of relief. Although they had encountered some trouble, at least victory was in sight.
"Her Highness really intends to give up the high ground in the south to lure the main force of the Alliance to attack the central position? She wants to cover the left and right wings? No, this should be a bait to lure the enemy in … How arrogant. "
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but his eyes gradually became fanatical and warlike. However, since the princess dared to expose her weakness in front of them, how could they let it go so easily? The enemy foolishly believed that their central position was indestructible, but Viscount Von Dougning did not think that Count Audine's private soldiers were reliable.
"Let's destroy their delusion with one blow."
He raised his spear.
The horn sounded.
…
The bugle horn sounded once again. The Northern Alliance Army no longer pushed forward layer by layer. Instead, it seemed that they were moving together. Since Marchenko Hill and Willeko Hill had fallen into the enemy's hands, they could finally fully unleash their full strength this time.
Facing the enemy from three sides, Count Vitokin finally invested more than four columns of troops in one go. The black mass of troops was like a torrent across the mountains, but this torrent was going against the flow, launching an all-out attack from the river bank, from the streams, from the forests, and from the mountains.
Flags flew in the wind, and the sporadic explosions of the Collapse Crystals seemed to be drowned in the sea of people in an instant.
At this moment, everyone could not help but turn pale. There were too many enemies. After losing Marchenko Mountain and Villeko Mountain, there was no doubt that the central position would be able to hold on under the pincer attack from three sides.
Relying on those private soldiers?
Brando's face finally showed signs of nervousness. He was not worried about whether there would be any flaws in his plan, but he was worried about whether Count Audine's private soldiers could withstand the huge psychological pressure. If they collapsed at the first touch, then it would all be over. However, he only had this one chance. He had to lure the enemy's main force here.
"Hold on for me —"
Brando shouted in his heart, but he subconsciously pulled out his sword. Although he had not yet met the enemy, he could already feel that the noble's private soldiers were beginning to crumble. He could not wait any longer. He had to stabilize their morale. He raised the Halran Gaia high, and the Bahamut's Grip on his arm had the ability to transform itself, just like in the game. It perfectly integrated with the sky blue armor. The metal gauntlet looked like the claws of a blue dragon, and it looked majestic.
Behind him —
In the archery position on the hillside, the noble archers finally received their orders. At the same time, they pulled out arrows from the quiver on their backs and drew their longbows. The arrowheads of the arrows had been removed and replaced with sparkling gray crystals.
Bess looked at these longbowmen and could not help but shake her head. Their movements were slow and not standard. These noble's private soldiers were really useless, and their numbers were too small. There were more than a thousand archers, and half of them were 'temporarily transferred'. Could these people really be of use?
She was very doubtful.
However, the commander had personally said that as long as they could draw their bows and shoot arrows into the enemy's formation, it would be enough. Bess looked at the black mass of the allied forces at the foot of the hill and thought that it was not difficult at all. There was no need to aim at all.
"Ready —"
She also drew the shale longbow in her hand.
"Shoot —!"
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