In Brando's field of vision, the distance between the sky and the earth became narrow and wide. The spearmen in front of him lowered their center of gravity, and their shiny helmets sank down one after another. Their spears seemed to rise from the sea of helmets. He vaguely heard Bess's shrill voice, like a siren's. "Shoot!" A rain of arrows flew over their heads, turning into black dots that fell to the ground in the distance.
The formation of the Northern Allied Army was like a blue and white wave, and a series of explosions occurred in the wave. There were continuous explosions and flashes, and sharp whistling sounds. The sharp airflow seemed to have crossed a distance of dozens of meters in an instant, and the broken metal rings collided with his armor with tinkling sounds.
Brando could not help but squint his eyes. The light infantry in front of him had begun their final charge. Their formation was completely in an arc, and they were crossing the shoals of the mountain stream. Disintegration crystals kept exploding under their feet, and a column of water rose into the air. Young faces fell in the mist, and their companions continued to move forward over their bodies. About fifty meters to the left and right of Mount Marchenko and Mount Villeko, the infantrymen of Finn's and Constantine's divisions could be vaguely seen under the canopy of the trees. Flashes of explosions bloomed in the woods. Since they did not have to worry about friendly fire, the archers shot almost all of their arrows at the two mountains. The deafening sound of the explosions almost overturned the earth. The branches of the black pines were broken and blown away by the blast, and the flags of the two Northern Allied Forces fell down one by one.
Suddenly, a few flashes of light burst out from the battlefield.
Brando immediately understood what it was. It was a magic attack! The wizards of the Northern Allied Army had joined the battle. A few flames crossed thousands of meters in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they became fireballs the size of a human head. But a light blue water curtain immediately opened above the noble's private army. The fireballs crashed into the water curtain and turned into countless red flames that splashed in all directions.
But the roar caused by the explosion still caused a commotion among Count Audine's private army, and the formation began to be messy and loose. Brando knew that things were not going well. He wanted to encourage the soldiers, but a clear and calm voice sounded before him.
"Don't retreat, I'm here! I'll be with you and fight alongside you! " Her Royal Highness's voice was firm and calm, but the girl's pale hand that gripped the hilt of her sword revealed her true feelings.
"Your Highness!" Brando suddenly turned around and saw Princess Gryphine standing not far from him.
Princess Gryphine glanced at him, her silver eyes filled with unease. But she turned around and shouted solemnly, "I am the princess of Erouine! Today, I will let our blood flow together! " The majesty of the royal family was still very influential among the commoners. Seeing that the princess was also standing behind them, the commotion of the nobles' private soldiers miraculously calmed down.
Seeing this, Freya stepped forward and joined the first row. She drew her sword and stood side by side with the nobles' private soldiers. Although this girl from the countryside of Bucce was not good at words and actions, and did not know how to say any impassioned words to inspire people, as long as she held the Lionheart Sacred Sword with both hands and did not take a step back, the men would not be embarrassed to leave their positions and let her face the army alone.
Behind her, the few Royal Knight Academy students who were still in the central position set an example and stood at the front of the line. No one spoke, but their bodies seemed to be shining with an indescribable spirit. At that moment, Brando's heart was thumping, but he also felt his blood boiling.
He put down Halran Gaia and placed it in front of his chest. He raised his head and looked forward. A line of blue and white waves was passing through the smoke produced by the explosion. The light infantry of the Northern Coalition Army had already crossed the river and was close at hand.
Viscount Von Dougning passed through the explosion in agony, spitting out the sand in his mouth. He raised his head and looked through the smoke and fire. Strangely, he saw that Count Audine's private soldiers had just calmed down from the commotion. "They also have brilliant officers …" This thought flashed through his mind.
The two armies crashed into each other with a loud bang.
The nobles' private soldiers all stretched out their spears. The halberds in the hands of the Beale Light Infantry at the front were pierced before they could reach them. The sharp spears pierced through the Beale Light Infantry's slanted breastplates, and they fell to the ground in rows. From afar, the Beale Light Infantry's swallowtail flag at the front row collapsed like wheat stubble.
The nobles' private soldiers took a step back, but the second row of Beale Light Infantry had already pierced through the forest of spears with their halberds. However, these halberds all hit the big shields in vain. The nobles' private soldiers at the back row pierced their spears through the gaps between the big shields and accurately pierced the fish that slipped through the net to the ground.
However, the light infantry at the back row continued to move forward, passing over the corpses of their comrades. The nobles' private soldiers had no choice but to continue to retreat. Because the impact from each direction was not uniform, although the officers at the front row shouted at the top of their lungs, "Retreat! Retreat! "But the first row of battle line still began to have continuous fractures.
Brando was screaming in his heart, but he realized that the Beale Light Infantry on the other side did not make good use of these fractures. They were just advancing blindly. He then realized that he was only commanding a private army of nobles. The other side was just a irregular army formed by human light infantry that could not even be considered grade one.
He breathed a sigh of relief. He was really a little too neurotic. After all, this was only the Year of the Sword. The soldiers on the battlefield were not the famous soldiers of the future. He calmed down a little and raised his head. He saw that in the sea of helmets, shield tips, spear tips, and flags, there was a group of land dragon rangers cruising outside the formation in the distance.
"It's that guy …"
Brando realized that the other side was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for the fractures to expand to a point where the rangers could seize the opportunity.
He subconsciously looked at the north foot of Mount Marchenko and Mount Villeko, and Von Dougning happened to do the same. The young viscount rode on the land dragon's back and saw that the vanguard of Finn's and Constantine's divisions had already appeared at the edge of the forest. And right in front of them were the left and right flanks of the nobles' private army.
"Eh, they're advancing faster than expected." Viscount Von Dougning was slightly stunned. He knew very well what Finn's and Constantine's divisions were like, but he did not expect them to brace themselves and pass through the explosion at the crucial moment.
God was on Seifer's side.
But when he saw the same scene, a thought flashed through his mind: "Bess did a good job."
The nobles' private army slowly retreated with their backs against Mount Anker, and the Grey Fin Naga Praetorian Guards and the students of the Royal Knight's Academy quickly appeared on their flanks at the south foot of Mount Anker.
Viscount Von Dougning instantly understood what Brando wanted to do. Concentrate the superior forces on the left and right flanks, lure and destroy the Northern Coalition Army's salient points at Mount Marchenko and Mount Villeko, and let the main force of Beale's infantry form a salient point to complete the encirclement. "Signal the flag," Viscount Von Dougning immediately ordered. "Tell Viscount Finn and Baron Constantine to hold on. Tell them that victory is in sight.
He paused for a moment. "Convey my order to Count Vitokin. It would be best if you could ask him to give the same order again."
The cavalryman who passed the order immediately retreated.
The battle was gradually becoming white-hot.
Due to the repeated attacks, the formation of the nobles' private army had begun to slowly tilt to one side, like a huge piece of butter that had begun to melt, and one corner was seriously lagging behind. Viscount Von Dougning keenly grasped this change. He pointed his spear at the nobles' private army's flanks and shouted, "Concentrate on the left flank. Destroy their main formation first, and victory will be ours!"
Brando heard Count Audine roaring at the top of his lungs behind him. "Be careful of the rangers, don't expose the flanks to them!" For the first time, he felt a sense of crisis approaching. His opponent was indeed a famous general in history. If it was only a battle of commanding an army, he might not be his opponent.
"Mr. Brando," Princess Gryphine's fair face was flushed, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly because of excessive force. She looked around on the horse, and there were enemies everywhere, as if she was in an endless sea. "The left flank can't hold on any longer!"
Brando only nodded to her.
"Maynild," he immediately turned around and shouted.
"Yes!"
"I'll hand over the command to you."
Maynild turned around, and under her black hair flying, Brando saw a strange look in her eyes. But the female Knight did not ask any more questions, and only nodded.
"Mr. Brando, you …?" Her Royal Highness was slightly startled. "What are you going to do?"
Brando was turning his horse around, and the princess's surprised voice made all the junior officers and even the Knight turn around. They were surprised to see their commander leave the front line and gallop to the left flank alone.
What was he going to do?
Under the suppression of the allied army, the nobles' private army's left flank was clumsily retreating, and gradually became loose, and gradually squeezed into a small triangle. And as long as Von Dougning's Drake Riders could go around the flank, it was only a matter of time before they collapsed.
There was no turning back.
Was the commander crazy?
Viscount Von Dougning thought so too. Although he did not see Brando, the enemy's commander had not given up on the left flank and retracted the central formation. His reaction was too slow. He could not help but sneer. Perhaps he was too arrogant.
No matter how brilliant the command was, it still required a qualified army to carry it out. The students of the royal family had no idea what a real war was like.
He had already seen the flanks of the nobles' private army, and even the panicked faces of the country bumpkins. Those frightened faces were exactly the same as those of Kratonin's beasts. They were all the instinctive reactions of life in the face of despair.
The Rangers leveled their lances and began to accelerate.
The ground trembled slightly. Every time the Drake's huge claws touched the ground, the pebbles on the riverbank rolled and danced as if injected with magic. Dry dust rose into the air and formed smoke. But a shining lance cut through the smoke. Viscount Von Dougning lowered his body, and with a beast-like roar, he stabbed the lance in his hand heavily into the enemy's formation.
The huge impact directly penetrated the oval-shaped shield, but the Rangers continued to accelerate, and the Drake Riders knocked the shield away with their advantage of weight. The nobles' private army's formation collapsed in an instant, and they began to retreat.
It was not until this moment that Viscount Von Dougning realized that he already had victory in his hands. Next, the defeat of Audine's left wing would sweep through the princess's main position, and then Beale's light infantry and his Rangers would divide the battlefield, just like what they did to the stupid Lion Men on the battlefield in the east.
But it was at this moment.
He heard a distant howl.
That cry seemed to have come from the dense forest, from the boundless wilderness. At that moment, the young viscount seemed to hallucinate. He saw the darkness of the earth under the silver moon. Giant wolves were galloping.
A long horn sounded, and then the forest shook. The howl of the wolves seemed to penetrate the forest in an instant, through time and distance, from far to near, one after another on the entire battlefield.
"Wolves?"
A black shadow blocked out the sunlight above Viscount Von Dougning. He looked up and saw the huge creature leaping high into the air. Its black fur shone under the sunlight, and its blood-red eyes were filled with cold killing intent. It was clearly after noon, and the sun was brighter than fire, but the young viscount could not feel a trace of warmth on his body. He only felt cold all over.
He subconsciously raised his spear, and the spear pierced into the huge black wolf's fur, revealing the thick bone plates underneath. No, it was simply rock. The tip of the spear drew a spark on the rock. This was not an illusion, but a real existence.
Viscount Von Dougning clearly noticed that the black wolf twisted its body in mid-air to avoid his attack, brushing past him and landing not far away from the Drake.
"What a powerful force …" Viscount Von Dougning felt his hand trembling slightly from the excessive force. He looked up and saw that in the shadows of the foothills of Anker Mountain, hundreds of pairs of scarlet eyes were appearing. The wolf pack was galloping in the forest, and it was obvious that they were rushing in their direction.
"It's wolves!"
"So many wolves!" Behind him, Beale's infantry also discovered their new enemy at the first moment. In fact, everyone on the battlefield saw the black wolf tide pouring in from one side of the battlefield. The edge of the forest opened a black door of light out of nowhere, and the huge beasts were leaping out one by one.
"What a mess." Viscount Von Dougning finally reacted, and could not help but curse in his heart. But he did not have time to think more, because the cavalry was accelerating their charge. He looked back at the black wolf he was fighting with. The black wolf had been left far behind by the Drake, and it did not seem to have any intention of chasing after them. Instead, it turned around and rushed towards the infantry behind.
And all over the battlefield, countless black wolves were doing the same thing. It was as if they were an orderly and disciplined army. No, in fact, a real army would not be able to command so effectively.
Viscount Von Dougning's heart tightened, and he suddenly realized that these wolves might not be as simple as the monsters of the forest. Were they Druids? No, Druids couldn't control magic beasts.
Beale's infantry suddenly exclaimed.
The Viscount immediately raised his head, and at that moment, he could not believe what he saw. The black wolf tide was parting to the left and right, as if making a path. And in the middle of the path, a man and a horse were passing through the wolf pack.
It was Brando.
Brando was also looking up at him.
A black crystal slowly appeared on his forehead, flashing with a strange light.
Brando placed the main position here, not because he believed in Audine's private soldiers, but because he believed in himself. It was not impossible for one person to fight against ten thousand soldiers.
And now, he was using facts to tell the Viscount this truth.
I am the left wing.
The sky lit up slightly, and countless Wind Spirit Spiders flashing with green light rose from the forest one by one. In the blink of an eye, they formed a huge light formation behind Brando. All of Beale's infantry could not help but watch this scene with their mouths slightly agape. A day ago, their Wyvern Cavalry had personally experienced the power of these little things, but now, it was their turn.
Brando stood on the horse's back and pointed his sword forward.
A golden-red rain of light poured down from the direction of his sword, and the Dragon Roaming Cavalrymen at the front were pierced through by the light pillars one after another. Over a hundred cavalrymen were turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. But what made him slightly disappointed was that Viscount Von Dougning was indeed cautious. The moment the Wind Spirit Spiders rose into the air, Viscount Von Dougning turned around and fled with a few of his guards, allowing him to escape this round of attack.
After all, the attack of the Wind Spirit Spiders had a certain delay. When Brando went to look for him again, he had already blended into Beale's light infantry brigade, and even abandoned his mount. He could not help but think that this guy was too cowardly. He did not know how Freya killed him.
But this was not unexpected. After all, this guy did not even dare to duel with him in Ampere Seale, so he probably did not have much courage to speak of. After all, there were many nobles who would fight to the death with their opponents in order to protect their reputation.
Brando shook his head and did not continue to order the Wind Spirit Spiders to attack Beale's light infantry. He knew that the battle was far from over, and every bit of elemental energy he could leave was better than nothing. And the enemies in front of him were no longer a threat.
In front of him, the combined 'army' of black wolves and rock leopards was colliding with Beale's light infantry. However, hundreds of Silver and Iron pinnacle Black Wolves and Rock Leopards could only fend off the thousands of soldiers in this direction.
Brando was waiting for an opportunity.
And the commanders of Beale's division were also waiting for Finn's division and Constantine's division to complete the encirclement.
Brando could not help but raise his head.
Reflected in his vision were the mountains of Marchenko and Villeko that were shrouded in dense explosions.
Viscount Finn was stunned by the deafening explosion and looked at Count Vitokin's attendant in front of him. He shouted loudly in an attempt to drown out the terrible sound of the explosion, "What did you say?"
"You said that Count Vitokin wants me to attack? Send in all our troops? "
The attendant Knight nodded.
"Yes, my lord. Viscount Von Dougning has reported to Count Vitokin how you risked your lives to send the vanguard into battle. Count Vitokin also praised Finn's division for their tenacity, but both of them hope that you can send in more troops to support the frontline. Victory is in sight."
Both of them were shouting themselves hoarse, as if that was the only way they could hear each other. The whole mountain trembled, as if it was going to explode in the next moment.
But Viscount Finn could not help but have an extremely strange expression on his face. When did he send the vanguard into battle? Didn't his vanguard get wiped out in the first attack? The opponent's' spell 'was too terrifying. He had never seen a' spell 'that could last for so long.
"Viscount Finn?"
"This …"
Viscount Finn did not know what to say for a moment. How should he start?
… …
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