The light of dawn dispelled the darkness and dispelled the fear that enveloped the hearts of the people.
The chaos in the Oman family's camp finally subsided.
However, when Colin sent out a messenger to search for Count Oman, he was nowhere to be found.
"What? He ran away? "
"Yes, Lord Viscounts. Not only Count Oman, but the Oman family's army is also moving towards the south. "
Colin sneered. This Count Oman must have been born in the year of the rabbit. How could he run so fast?
However, from this, it could be seen that Count Oman was indeed extremely vigilant, and had fled very decisively.
Last night's assassination, the other party probably guessed that Colin was the one who ordered it.
However, how could Colin let this enemy off so easily? He immediately ordered, "Knight Cambenin, please immediately mobilize the army and chase after Count Oman!"
"Yes!" Cambenin could tell that Vera completely followed her husband's orders. Therefore, Colin was now the true commander of this army.
But before Knight Cambenin could leave the tent with his orders, he saw a messenger hurrying over and reporting.
"My Lord, there are strange movements from the enemy on the other side of the Rapids River. I'm afraid they are planning to cross the river!"
"What?" Colin was shocked and quickly said to Cambenin, "Don't worry about Count Oman for now. Gather the soldiers and prepare to fight the Dawson family!"
"Yes!"
…
When Colin and the others arrived at the Rapids, they saw more than a dozen strange-looking boats connected by iron chains, coming down the river from upstream.
The surface of the ship was very wide, and the draft was very deep. It seemed that a very heavy object was used as the ballast. The roof of the ship was raised high, forming a triangle on the deck of the ship. When these ships were connected together, it was as if a wide corridor had been added to the river.
Colin immediately saw that the enemy was preparing to build a pontoon bridge. He immediately ordered the archers to shoot arrows into the river.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh …
The Golden Lion Legion stood on the south bank of the Rapids River and continuously shot arrows into the river.
However, the effect was not ideal.
The arrows were all blocked by the thick canopy and did not cause much damage.
At this time, the dwarven ships had also arrived at the predetermined position. They dropped their anchors and threw out two thick iron chains. The soldiers who had been waiting on the other side immediately rushed up and nailed one end of the iron chain to the ground.
However, this only secured one end of the pontoon bridge. The south end had yet to be secured. At this time, the pontoon bridge was like a headless snake. One end was fixed to the north bank, while the other end was still a short distance away from the south bank. It was constantly swaying with the flow of the water.
Just as Colin was wondering if the other party had miscalculated the width of the river and caused the pontoon bridge to be shorter, another large boat floated down from upstream.
The ship was full of armored dwarven infantrymen with huge shields in their hands.
At this moment, Colin realized that this large ship could fill the gap between the pontoon bridge and the south bank. Clearly, the giant shield infantry on this ship should be the vanguard of the crossing.
Crack crack.
The large ship gradually moved into position, and the pontoon bridge was officially formed.
Colin was dumbfounded. Clearly, he did not expect the dwarven craftsmen to have reached such a level.
However, the dwarves were indeed talented in forging, construction, and civil engineering.
At this moment, the pontoon bridge was already formed. It was not possible for the Golden Lion Legion to cause large scale casualties to the dwarves on the river.
However, the real difficulty of crossing the river was how to gain a foothold on the opposite shore. Therefore, the decisive moment of this battle had not yet arrived.
However, the smooth progress of the early preparations had greatly boosted the morale of the dwarven soldiers. Deafening cheers could be heard from the northern shore of the Rapids River.
Marquis Dawson looked at the pontoon bridge on the river and revealed a satisfied smile.
He felt that he had already grasped the corner of the Goddess of Victory's clothes. As long as he continued to hold on, he would be able to kiss her.
Marquis Dawson smugly waved his hand and ordered, "Beat the drums! Cross the river! "
Dong dong dong …
The war drums rumbled, announcing the official opening of the battle of the river crossing.
A general's flag slowly moved forward, and the Dwarven officers roared boorishly. Squads of Dwarven soldiers wielded swords, spears, and shields as they walked onto the pontoon bridge and rapidly advanced to the southern shore.
Next, it was the bloodiest and cruelest battle to land on the shore.
At this moment, the archers of the Golden Lion Legion had already stopped shooting and rapidly retreated.
Thousands of infantrymen obeyed the order and moved forward in formation on the riverbank. It looked like they were going to defend the riverbank to the death.
To be honest, this battle was not within Colin's plan.
He and Scholar Dwayne wanted to bring the Golden Lion Legion back to Chilly Winter and defend the tall and sturdy city walls.
However, plans could not keep up with changes. The enemy would not just stand there foolishly and wait for them to attack.
The previous night's whistle had caused Marquis Dawson to think that there was a problem with the Golden Lion Legion, so he wanted to take the opportunity to cross the river.
Under such circumstances, Colin could not lead the army to retreat.
After all, the Dwarves had prepared overnight and completed the pontoon bridge early in the morning. They were already crossing the river.
If the Golden Lion Legion still wanted to retreat, Marquis Dawson would definitely chase after them. When that happened, the retreat would most likely turn into a complete retreat.
Moreover, Count Oman, who had escaped, was also an uncertain factor.
Colin still did not know how many soldiers Count Aulman could gather after last night's battle. He also did not know if Count Aulman would stop the Golden Lion Army midway after this incident.
Hence, under such circumstances, Colin had to deal with Marquis Dawson, who was attempting to cross the river, so that he would not dare to chase after them. Only then could the Golden Lion Legion retreat with ease.
At this moment, the two armies had already begun to engage in close combat.
The Dwarven shield-wielding infantrymen jumped down from the bow of the ship and waded along the river to set up a defense. Behind them, two Dwarven craftsmen jumped down and tried to nail the metal chain into the ground to secure the pontoon bridge.
Of course, the Golden Lion Legion would not allow the enemy to complete the last step so easily. Under the command of the officer, the infantrymen on the beach began to slowly advance and launch an attack.
As the Golden Lion Legion moved forward, the war drums on both sides of the river intertwined, and war cries finally rang out.
The two sides clashed on the beach. Swords, spears, and swords flashed. Shouts of killing filled the air. Arrows flew everywhere. Countless soldiers screamed and fell to the ground. Blood flowed freely. Soon, it dyed a large area of water near the beach red.
An endless stream of Dwarven soldiers crossed the pontoon bridge and joined the formation, doing their best to block the Golden Lion Legion's attack.
However, they were still at a disadvantage in numbers, and the beach was soon filled with people. However, the shield-wielding infantrymen were constantly pushed back, and the Dwarven soldiers behind quickly gathered together, making it even harder for the soldiers on the pontoon bridge to charge out.
The Golden Lion Legion's attack was fierce, and it looked like they would push the enemy into the river in one go.
It had to be said that although the Dwarven craftsmen were excellent, they could not make up for the difference in combat strength.
The Dwarves were not weak, but the disadvantage of their height made it difficult for them to use their strength. After all, it was easier to slash down from above.
They were also not like the half-elves, who did not have nimble movements or amazing archery. Therefore, the Dwarves were usually at a disadvantage when fighting against human armies.
Of course, there were many factors that determined victory on the battlefield, and the combat strength of the soldiers was not the only factor.
Moreover, the battle had only just begun, and neither side had put in their main forces yet. This could only be considered a warm-up.
However, the setback that the vanguard encountered made Marquis Dawson frown.
After all, this was a general who had been following Marquis Garcia on his expeditions. He was already used to the invincible might of the Black Guards. Now that he saw that his troops were having such a hard time fighting a battle to land on the beach, he was instantly displeased.
"Tumu, you will personally lead the army across the river. I want to see your flag planted on the land on the other side in an hour!"
"Yes, sir!" A dark-skinned muscular dwarf immediately knocked on his breastplate with a thunderous sound.
Afterwards, he led his troops onto the pontoon bridge.
It was visible to the naked eye that the water level of the pontoon bridge had deepened. This was because the Dwarf General Tumu was leading heavy infantry.
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