Planchet did not understand that he might be able to change the outcome of a war.
If he understood this, he would have felt extremely honored.
Less than a quarter of an hour after the battle in Silofarven began, Viero's Knight Lords were the first to feel that something was wrong. In fact, it would be abnormal if they did not feel that something was wrong. When the Knight named Planchet recklessly led his attendants out of the linden forest and charged towards a large group of Skeleton Mages — of course, he thought they were Necromancers — the battle in Silofarven was destined to slide in a direction that they did not expect. Planchet's action was like a signal to the Knight boys to hurry up and fight for the credit that belonged to them. Although no one blew the horn, it was as if the horn had suddenly sounded. All the Knights who were lying in ambush in that area screamed and rushed to attack Planchet.
In this way, this action instantly affected the entire left wing of Viero's army. Before their commanders had time to react, they found that the front wing of the army had been completely disconnected. Everyone could not help but be stunned at that moment. In order to get rid of the troops from other areas and fight for credit, they more or less hinted to their subordinates that they could take the initiative to attack under tacit consent and did not have to wait for the predetermined time.
But the problem was that it seemed to be too early. The supreme commander of Viero's army was only stunned for a moment before he could not help but curse, "Who!" He roared, "Whose subordinate is that?!" Everyone around him was silent at this moment because Planchet had indeed chosen a good time, so good that even the Blood Staff's army had not really entered the encirclement of Viero's army.
The sudden attack also stunned the undead.
The Dark Lords from the Sea of the Dead Moon reacted quickly and steadied themselves almost immediately. They thought that since the humans were prepared, the skeleton army in the vanguard would definitely be destroyed. They immediately gave up on the skeleton army and retreated to prevent the human army from attacking their main force. However, these experienced Dark Mercenaries were surprised to find that the human knights did not seem to notice them at all. Instead, they excitedly charged towards the vanguard. Of course, their first reaction was not to think that the left wing of the human army would break off and attack their vanguard. Instead, they thought that the vanguard was just a bait. If they dared to go forward to support the vanguard or let the vanguard retreat, the main force of the human army hidden in the surrounding hills would appear and give them a heavy blow.
This was a logical thought. After all, no one would expect their opponent to suddenly go crazy, although the truth could sometimes be so absurd.
But at this moment, the Blood Staff could not help but be a little stunned. "The enemy is not the Vanguard? But where did this human army come from? " Of course, if the Blood Staff only saw the Knight as a wing of Viero's army, then the number of this army was still acceptable. But the problem was that the Blood Staff and the Dark Lords under it had a preconceived notion that this was just the vanguard of the human army. This vanguard bait had more than two thousand people, so wouldn't the human army that was lying in ambush here be more than twenty to thirty thousand people? No matter how hard the Blood Staff racked its brains, it could not figure out where these damned Erouine people had gathered so many people. Of course, that was if it still had brains to rack.
The hesitation of the undead army in Viero's eyes had another meaning. The Blood Staff's army now had about a thousand skeleton warriors on the surface, and a third of this number were skeleton archers. In addition, there was also a large number of skeleton cavalry, the latter were mercenaries from the Sea of the Dead Moon. These were basically all its forces, plus hundreds of dreadlings, as well as some ghosts, zombies, and other miscellaneous undead, but they were not large.
And now, the vanguard of this undead army was under the attack of Erouine's people. The vanguard was only made up of a few hundred skeleton warriors, a few dozen skeleton wizards who were in charge of casting detection spells, and a few teams of skeleton cavalry scouts. With such a small number of people, they had pinned down the entire left wing of Viero's army. This result made all the commanders on Viero's side feel at a loss. If the undead commanded the army to charge over at this time, Viero's army would probably collapse completely from the left wing in an instant. Countless people were cursing the recklessness of the Knights below. Although they also wanted to abandon Brando and fight for this glory and credit alone, they did not expect the Knights below to be even more anxious than them. Before the Blood Staff's army entered the encirclement, those damned fellows had already launched a charge in advance.
At this moment, these commanders immediately experienced the helplessness that Brando had experienced earlier.
However, just when they thought that this time they were bound to fail miserably, Madara showed a very cautious attitude. The skeletons were obviously shrinking their defense, as if they were going to give up on their vanguard. Everything in front of them was simply a blessing from the heavens for the commanders of Viero's army. They could not help but feel a little suspicious. What were these skeletons doing?
After all, the lords under Grand Duke Viero were not really stupid. They quickly guessed Madara's thoughts, but even if they guessed it, no one dared to act rashly. They could only watch the entire left wing kill the enemy's vanguard, praying that those idiots would realize the current situation and quickly withdraw after taking advantage of the situation. Of course, on the other hand, they also prayed that Martha would bless them so that those damned skeletons would not see through any flaws. They did not dare to send more men to help the left wing. They did not even dare to move. The skeletons of Madara thought that they had also sent out the vanguard. Once the other troops were exposed, the enemy would realize their arrangement no matter how stupid they were. By then, it would all be over.
Grand Duke Viero's supreme commander could not help but sweat. He never dreamed that the battle would reach this point. He could only quickly order the private noble army lying in ambush on the main line and the right wing to quickly adjust their direction, just in case the left wing was defeated. At least they could still hold on. On the one hand, he was also silently praying that Anthony's army could catch up with their pace and join the battle. Madara had nearly ten thousand troops, while Viero and Anthony's coalition had a total of fifteen thousand men. If Anthony's army could join the battle in time, the situation would not be as dangerous as it was now.
But what made him feel bitter was that it was precisely because they had previously abandoned Anthony and Tónigel's army and acted on their own that they were now in such a dilemma.
At this moment, His Excellency could not help but feel that they had brought this upon themselves.
So at this moment, there was a strange balance on the battlefield. Both sides of the battle were praying for a miracle. Viero's side hoped that Madara would not be so quick to see through their low-level mistakes, while Blood Staff was anxious to find out who was ambushing them and how many human troops were in front of them. According to the judgment of the dark lords, there was at least an army of more than twenty thousand men in front of them. If this judgment was true, Blood Staff could only pray for a miracle so that his army could escape from this hill.
At this moment, he actually had a kind of understanding in his heart. The army in front of him was probably from Viero or Anthony.
However, what happened next left everyone dumbstruck.
The Knight's charge was in progress. The meadow on the hillside was like a light blue wave, this wave was moving forward.
The most glorious moment of Planchet's life was probably at this moment. He was riding on a horse, holding a shield high and a long spear in his hand. Although he was staggering all the way and his horsemanship was almost unsightly, in any case, he was the one who led the army to launch the attack. With thousands of men and horses following behind him, he was like the tip of the sharp spear. At this moment, he finally understood what the Knight's so-called glory was all about. This was glory. He could not help but shout, as if his voice alone could make these 'liches' in front of him to disarm and surrender.
He felt that he was in the limelight at this moment, and he must have entered the eyes of those important people. He was the first Knight to launch an attack, and he was about to bring a glorious victory to Viero. This time, he would definitely become an important minister by the Grand Duke's side. Of course, Planchet would never have dreamed that the real important minister by Grand Duke Viero's side, the supreme commander of Viero's army, would definitely cut him into pieces if possible.
However, Planchet was unaware of this. He was still immersed in the romance of the Knight. He suddenly felt that he had lived the first half of his life in vain, and this moment was the life he really wanted.
For this moment, he felt that even if he died right away, it would be worth it.
Perhaps Martha felt his desire and was willing to give him a push from behind to help him achieve his ultimate goal in life. All in all, in the eyes of Master Planchet, the Liches were like fish on the chopping board. They shouldn't be able to put up any resistance at all. As long as he slaughtered his way into their midst, these damned skeletons would turn into ashes like clay chickens and pottery dogs. If it were a human army, perhaps they would have been scared witless and pissed their pants by now.
However, contrary to Planchet's expectations, the skeletons immediately raised their staffs.
At that moment, he felt that he might have been deceived.
Another of Master Planchet's dreams was to become a wizard, having heard the bards speak of their prowess in the bars. Until the last moment of his life, he finally witnessed the beauty of magic with his own eyes.
In fact, it was not that beautiful.
The skeleton mage pointed at him from afar. Planchet barely had any time to react. Half of his body swelled up and exploded into a cloud of blood mist with a bang. This death was not a perfect ending for the knight, but for the others, it was just the beginning of the horror. This shocking way of dying stunned all the attendants who followed Planchet. A living person exploded into a pile of minced meat right in front of them, and the blood and organs splattered all over the people behind them. Even a real professional soldier might not be able to withstand such a shock, let alone these so-called nobles who were temporarily pulled up by the so-called nobles.
Thus, it was only natural that these attendants would break down at the first moment.
Their minds were in a mess. The only thought they could think of was to turn around and run! Then they collided with the Knight behind them. The center of the battlefield was suddenly in chaos. Then, the skeleton mages' black magic exploded in the human army one after another. Most of the Knights were at Planchet's level. They had long heard from various sources that the undead were just so-so. As long as they could overcome their fear, the undead were not even as good as human soldiers. It seemed to be true. In fact, many people set foot on the battlefield with this mentality, but the problem was that they soon found the gap between their ideals and reality. They realized that overcoming their fear did not seem to be an easy task.
Even the leading Knight was scared out of his wits, let alone the attendants behind him. The braver ones simply pulled the reins of their warhorses and went around the two sides of Madara's vanguard. Some of these people were lucky enough to survive. The less courageous ones turned around in a flurry, and most of them collided with their own men. One must know that the battlefield had a certain slope, and the result of such collisions could be imagined. A large number of knights were thrown off their warhorses and fell to the ground. Then, their comrades, who were not good at riding, trampled over them. It was a horrible sight to behold.
There were also some who were completely terrified and directly charged into the army of skeletons. However, the problem was that there were too few of them. The small number of skeletons that charged into the army of skeletons were impaled on the spears and used as an example to others.
Just like that.
In less than ten minutes, the entire left wing of Viero's army was completely defeated by the undead, who were less than a quarter of their number. Or rather, they were completely defeated by themselves. Of course, this was not because the quality of Viero's private army was really bad. On the one hand, it was because their commander made a mistake. He was afraid that the Knights from all over the country would drag the duke's private army down, so he gathered them all on the left wing. Of course, his original intention was that the left wing seemed to be easier to fight because of the terrain. But he never dreamed that these damn guys would be so undisciplined and rush out on their own.
Not only did they rush out, but they also inexplicably collapsed.
Of course, this was also because most of the local armies in Viero had never fought against Madara before. It was just like how the Vermeer army was defeated by the undead army in the first War of the Black Roses. That was not a reflection of their true fighting strength, but the natural fear of the undead that the humans had towards them.
But in any case, the current result was a death sentence for the supreme commander of Viero's side.
No matter how weak their left flank was, the destruction of the entire left flank, exposing one side of their army to the enemy's attacks, had already announced the final outcome of this war.
The important minister of Duke Viero stood there in a daze, his forehead full of cold sweat.
At this time, on Madara's side, whether it was the Blood Staff or the dark lords under him, they were also stunned. A moment ago, they were still praying that they could escape from this ambush, but what happened next was like a clumsy comedy that inexplicably played out in front of them. The vanguard of the human army that took the initiative, came prepared, and had several times more numbers than them, but it was actually defeated just like that.
What kind of show was this?
The dark lords under the Blood Staff looked at each other. They came from the cruel battlefield at the border of the Sea of the Dead Moon, and both sides of the war were veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Few people on the battlefield would make such a low-level mistake. When they saw this scene, according to their instincts, the first thing that came to their mind was not that the humans opposite them were joking, but that this was not a terrible trap. Imagine a trap that required the sacrifice of one or two thousand of their own people, the ultimate goal must be to wipe them all out.
If these dark lords could still sweat, they must be drenched in cold sweat like the supreme commander of Viero.
But among everyone, only the Blood Staff reacted first. It had interacted with these Erouine the most and knew some of their natures very well. It almost immediately realized that there was a problem. Of course, it was always cautious and did not immediately rescue its vanguard. Instead, it waved its staff and sent a command to the back. And at the same moment when it gave the command, dozens of Dreadwraiths flew out from the undead army and flew toward the Erouine's position in front of them.
If the supreme commander of Viero's side had a last glimmer of hope before this, but after seeing the terrifying flying undead with wings that were several meters wide, he immediately understood that it was all over this time. Madara would soon find out what was going on in front of them. Imagine an army that had lost a wing and could not be gathered back in a short period of time. What kind of scene would it be if they were exposed in front of the enemy's main army?
Moreover, the enemy had skeletal cavalry, and they did not even have a chance to escape.
If there was any hope in the supreme commander's heart at this moment, it was that the Anthony army that they had left behind and the Tónigel army under the command of the Count could quickly appear on the battlefield, the sooner the better.
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